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Post by SAINT on Nov 11, 2016 4:27:43 GMT -6
Saint crossed her arms as she wandered through the Town of Beginnings. It had been a couple of days since they had become stuck in the game, and she was about ready to begin playing seriously. Over the past two days she had gathered the col to begin gearing herself. It had been somewhat tedious, but Saint was set on preparing herself in due time.
As she wandered down the road, her brows furrowed. Of course, this early in the game, there wouldnt be many crafters. Even Tiecoon was slowly getting her stuff together, but Saint didn't have time to wait for her close friend to get it together. She had to be prepared now. Saint trusted in Tiecoon- once she got things rolling, the pink haired deviant would probably be her go to for armor and what not.
However, right now, Saint needed a weapon. Rolling her shoulder, Saint moved to climb up onto a bench along the town road. She cupped her hands to her mouth and called out.
"I'm looking for a weaponsmith who can sell me something better than the NPC shops! Anyone there?" | BECAUSE I'M SLEEPLESS WITHOUT YOU @ruler |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 9:18:54 GMT -6
Ruler had been wandering the Town since that morning. He had gotten a headstart on some quests for much needed experience and col, and afterwards had had brunch in one of the smaller establishments.
A rule of thumb on the other side had been that the smaller establishments had a more unique taste, and sometimes you could discover something great.
Ruler's own experiences so far dictated that was wrong. None of the three tiny places he'd tried had been very appealing, and he worried that he might never have dinner he'd enjoy again.
He was still looking for another small shop, hopeful for something delectable when he heard a voice call around for a weaponsmith.
Though he imagined himself a blacksmith, a weaponsmith was nearly exactly the same thing. Ruler trotted over to the origin of the voice.
His first instinct had been to run towards the plaza, but it sounded like it came from somewhere else. He moved into an alley, crossed it quickly, then looked around.
A woman was standing on a bench, and it looked like she was searching the place.
Ruler raised his arm and put the other hand to his mouth. "I'm a weaponsmith!" he called, waving. He hoped that she was the origin of the voice.
He wondered if she wanted a custom order.
Last Edit: Nov 11, 2016 15:46:46 GMT -6 by Deleted
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Post by SAINT on Nov 11, 2016 15:07:32 GMT -6
When a scrawny looking kid approached her, Saint grinned. Sure, he didn't look like much. The only real noticeable thing about him was the strange tint his eyes held. Were those two different colors? Interesting. As he spoke, she hopped down from the bench to look at the other.
”Great! Wonderful!” she hummed happily while clapping. The second part of her speaking had been in English, or, Engrish rather. Yes, she was that type of trendy young lady. Saint leaned forward and grinned. She was clearly excited at the possibility of a new weapon.
”I need a sword as soon as possible- ASAP!” she began to explain. ”Do you have anything I could buy off you right now? Or, how long would it take to make something if you dont have anything like that? Like I said, I need this weapon done as soon as possible- and I'm willing to pay! So, how about it? Can you help me out?" | BECAUSE I'M SLEEPLESS WITHOUT YOU @ruler |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 15:45:43 GMT -6
Ruler scratched his head sheepishly, unsure of where to start. He frowned involuntarily, and thought about things. If she wanted a sword as soon as possible, there was a weapon he had in storage. It was a narrow sword he'd made when he had tried to go for a rapier, but something had gone wrong.
He wasn't sure if the narrow sword was going to be as good as a sword, or if it somehow had lost some durability due to its thin make.
"W- well, um... I do have something..." Ruler retrieved the narrow sword from his inventory, and unsheathed the weapon to show it to her. It had a narrow blade reminiscent of a rapier, and was more suited to thrusts and jabs than slahes, Ruler thought.
"This is my 'narrow novice sword'," Ruler explained, "a level 10 sword with a plus thirteen bonus to damage."
His own sword, the Novice Sword, had a +14 bonus to damage and was therefore slightly superior.
"That's what I have on hand, and um... well, it's for sale for..." He paused. He had decided on a fair price after checking the NPC shops. Considering how much higher the damage bonus from his crafted weapons were, it was reasonable to charge more than the shops, but... "Um. 50 col sound okay?"
Considering he'd just made it off of cheap materials, it felt wrong somehow to charge so much for the weapon. With this, he'd recoup his costs, and could chalk it up to experience. What's more, since the day this was a death game, everyone had to cooperate to clear the game.
He'd feel terrible if someone died because they couldn't afford one of his weapons.
For this time, Ruler felt it would be all right to offer a discount. It was not his best work, and the Town of Beginnings was still filled with undergeared people. He'd charge more once people could afford it, and so fuel his crafting adventure.
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Post by SAINT on Nov 11, 2016 16:16:23 GMT -6
Saint's head tilted to the left curiously as the boy spoke about having something. Her eyes peered at his hands as he moved to navigate the menu and pull the narrow sword out. Her eyes immediately moved to scan the blade, quietly judging it. Despite the calm smile across her face, there was a calculating edge to her murky green eyes.
”I'll take it.”
Saint nodded firmly as she crossed her arms. The sword did more than double the damage of the normal sword found in the NPC shops and it cost the same. It was a good deal- not a great one, but it'd do for now. Saint reached up to begin opening her menu as she grinned widely. ”I'm glad I found you, I was worried I'd have to settle for a store bought sword.”
”Not a lot of people have worked on crafting this early in the game!” She nodded firmly as she spoke and navigated to the trade portion of her menu. When Saint got to where she wanted to go, a message would pop up in front of Ruler.
Would you like to Trade with Saint? | BECAUSE I'M SLEEPLESS WITHOUT YOU @ruler |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 16:26:03 GMT -6
Ruler stared at the trade message. If it was any other game, or any other circumstance, he would've felt a pang of regret at breaking even, but for now... He moved his finger to the 'yes', and the sword swapped owners.
"Um, well... Combat's pretty scary, but I figured I wanted to help out in clearing the game," Ruler explained, smiling sheepishly. "So the first thing I did was craft like a madman and work the skill up."
As it was, Ruler wasn't sure if anyone else had reached E-Rank in weaponry. At the rate things were going, getting up to D-Rank might not be too far off. He wondered what sort of weapons he could craft then.
These were already a little over twice as good as NPC-store weapons. Could a D-Rank sword be as good as three, no, four times the strength?
"Once I've worked my crafting skill up a bit more, I'll be able to craft something better," he said. After a moment's hesitation, he added, "I'd be happy if you'd buy a new sword off me, then."
He hoped she would. That'd mean they both survived that long. If at all possible, Ruler wanted to keep all his customers. |
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Post by SAINT on Nov 11, 2016 18:07:45 GMT -6
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s the sword phased into Saint's hand, she grinned. The sword felt light but sturdy. That was good. It already felt a lot better than the rusty sword she had started yet. The girl raised and lowered the blade, clearly testing how it felt. As she did so, she spoke. ”Ah, I see. Well, yes I suppose combat can be dangerous and frightening! I'm glad you've decided to do something to help rather than hide like a coward! Good for you!”[break] [break] She seemed overly cheerful to finally have a proper sword at long last. ”It's impressive that you took the time to work up your skill like this so early in the game.” Saint shifted as she slid the sword into her sheath. She had already discarded her rusty sword before even coming to search for a new one. As he spoke about working his skill up a bit more, she nodded. [break] [break] ”Alright, I'll buy my next sword off you once you hit rank D. Let me add you!” As she spoke, Saint reached to bring the menu up. She nimbly navigated to the friend's list and soon a friendship request would pop up in front of Ruler. [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 18:35:32 GMT -6
Ruler watched a little longer at the level 10 narrow novice sword. Then it disappeared in her sheath, and that was that. The very first sale of a rank E weapon had just occurred.
The boy corrected himself: the very first sale of his rank E weapon. It was entirely possible people had already reached as far as he did or, worse, farther.
He smiled a bit sheepishly when his client complimented him. It wasn't anything impressive. He wasn't anyone impressive. All the same, it felt good to be praised...
Ruler wanted to hear that more. The moment she'd leave, he would forge another sword. He was sure of it. He'd commence a steady stream of weaponry so that the first floor would be conquered on his weaponry.
He accepted the friend request, but stared at the name for a moment.
"Sein...to...?" he read, frowning. He wasn't sure if that was the way it was read. |
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