[F17-SP-ST-PT] on the topic of mail <<CoO:Blacksmith>>

[iris 0]

<<coo:bsm>> | iris: lvl 5.

every player advancing through the ranks of a crafting profession would receive a message in their inbox, that often looks like spam. imagine, a god in aincrad, summoning mortals to the seventeenth on mount olympus to partake in a challenge, without any warnings or further detail?

@Wulfrin would receive such a message this day. the missive didn't exactly state a time, but whenever he would get around to doing it, there would be a satyr that could be found present right by the entrance to the wilds from athenaia. garbed with a sash and a guard's helm, upon noticing the player approach him, the satyr would snort, inspecting the blacksmith from head to toe.

"you look more like a warrior than a blacksmith," the satyr commented. in his hands was a spear, with different signs of wear upon it: scratches on the handle, dents in the metal blade. he pointed it at the player, gesturing to the equipment pieces he had on himself -- if not, the player's physical build instead. "are you sure you're the one i'm tasked to guide up olympus today? you did bring your tools with you, didn't you? even though i'm told of your ability by hephaestus himself, i'm still liken to disbelieve it."

the satyr shook his head, almost as though to calm himself after his insults. "no. he needs the company as much as ever." in contrast to his prior insults, he offered a hand out to the player for a shake. "let's make this quick, then. truce for us in the interim. better for us not to keep the smith himself waiting long."

[Wulfrin 0]

Wulfrin sighed as he scrolled through his quest log for the umpteenth time. There was a duo of quests sitting in his log that he had been routinely putting off in favor of grinding for the raid or just simply questing with some of his fellow players. These quests though were almost necessary for him to better his ability to craft items. Today he found himself with a whole day to kill and once again he scrolled past the invite to the very home of the Greek Gods, Olympus.

"Ah fuck it," Wulfrin said as he dismissed his menu. "I guess it's time to go and visit some literal gods."

Wulfrin grabbed a handful of his more specialized tools he had constructed for crafting various weapons and armor. He didn't know if he would need them, but figured it would be better to be prepared. He also dressed for combat, donning his Fallen Angel Garb and Icingdeath, another attempt to be ready for anything that may cross his path. Wulfrin made his way to the entrance of the wilds from the teleport gate of Athenia. Where he spotted a satyr clad in a guard's helm and sash, which upon seeing Wulfrin, expressed concern about his abilities.

"How very critical of you," Wulfrin said in response to the satyr's insults. "I'm both a smith and a blacksmith. How can one be asked to make a perfect blade if one doesn't know how to use one?"

The satyr quickly changed tune suggesting Wulfrin needed the company, suggesting they form a truce for now.

"I wasn't the one who opened the conversation with a judgy tone," Wulfrin shrugged. "But lead on. I am very excited to meet The God of Smiths."

* * *

Note: CS (Shades of the Gemini) is active. If any player objects, they should note it in their first post and the skill will be considered inactive.

Wulfrin | HP: 740/740 | EN: 108/108 | DMG: 21 | MIT:78 | ACC:5 | AA  | BH:24 | REC: 8 | FRB: 40 | FRZ: 64 | LD:3

Spoiler

"Name: Wulfrin
True Tier: 5
Level: 33
Paragon Level: 11
HP: 740/740
EN: 108/108

Stats:
Damage: 21
Mitigation: 78
Accuracy: 5
Battle Healing: 24
Loot Die: 3
Stealth Rating: -2
AA REC: 8
FRB: 40 FRZ: 64
Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Icingdeath | T4 Demonic Straight Sword | Freeze 2 | Frostbite | AA
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Fallen Angel Garb | T4 Demonic LA | MIT 2 | REC 2
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Dioscuri | Perfect T1 Trinket | ACC 3

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - TECH Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - Rending Familiar

Custom Skill:
  - Shades of the Gemini

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R3
  - Charge
  - Energist
  - Light Armor R5
  - Searching R3
  - Straight Sword R5

Extra Skills:
  - Disguise
  - Forgotten King's Authority
  - Survival
  - Meditation

Inactive Extra Skills:
  - Frozen Hide
  - Brawler

Addons:
  - Focus
  - Precision
  - Resolve
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Meticulous
  - Night Vision

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Blade of the Warrior | T3 S.Sword | AA | ACC 2 x5
  - Imugi's Inspiration | Mass Healing x5
  - Looting Charm | T4 Trinket | LD 3 x5
  - Popcorn | T4 Vitality 2 x1
  - TP Crystals x1

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Storage Closet: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Storage): +5% bonus col from monster kills and treasure chests
  - Basement: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
  - Master Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
  - Master Bathroom: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
  - Extended Workshop: +2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
  - Ornate Fishing Pond: +2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts.
  - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.
  - Mega Slime Farm: +10% EXP to a thread. Limit one use per month. Must be used on a player's first post in a thread. Cooldown begins counting down when used in a post.

Guild Hall Buffs:
  - Trading Hall: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters and Rank 4 merchants/performers receive +1 crafting/identification attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters and Rank 5 merchants/performers receive +2 crafting/identification attempts per day.
  - Treasury: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:
 - Blacksmith[1189exp] R7
Gathering Profession:
 - Fishing[378exp] R4"                                                                                                                            

 

Edited October 9 by Wulfrin

[iris 0]

the satyr snorted as he turned around, unshaken hand waved with a scoff, starting to lead them through the fields. "a smith of many talents, you are, but not one of words." he shook his head afterwards, remembering his pact. "no matter. hephaestus will appreciate your assistance nonetheless."

his guide but squinted to wulfrin, as they walked. was he being sized up? "has word gotten round about his condition as of late? no idea with what archaic technologies you mortals use to communicate with each other. it's good for us to take caution with newcomers he looks to meet with, lest they don't expect the unexpected. the shocks some people will go through..."

the steps up mount olympus were steep. for any player who hadn't invested into the right sort of endurance training, perhaps they would've needed to take a break partway through. the air became denser, clouds forming around their trek in layers of rings, until the ground below them could hardly be seen -- creatures, cities, land. the sky but only consumed all.

then, in one breach, they'd crossed the threshold, and it was though all had returned to normal. behind them, floor seventeen only seemed but a fall away through a thick fog. a white stone pavement snaked across the summit, that seemed more like a plateau than a peak. that hub, marked by a circular patch of flowers, branched out into different roads that led to various pantheons in the distance. the satyr stepped ahead of wulfrin, taking him towards the one located northmost.

"watch your step," said the satyr. and he gestured to the path -- where most others had been delicately lain, a smooth sheet of calcite level with the ground, the tiles set on the road they'd walked were misshapen, bumpy, unaligned. sloppy work. it might've been only a miracle that the building they'd came to stop at seemed unlike their journey here.

wulfrin's guide advanced slowly, but forward, and found himself stood by the large doors before the player. "go on," he clarified, gesturing with his elbow violently towards the entrance, signaling the player to go through. "ready yourself. and give the man some time to answer."