Resupplying [Crafting / Zantetsuken]

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

Icyferno had reached the camp fairly late, he could tell. There were already several Adventurers milling about the outlying camp he had chosen to help out at. There had been tons of Adventurers at the main camp, so he had asked around till he learned the location of one of the smaller camps. Sure, there were less Adventurers around, but less Adventurers meant less work, less disturbances.

Or so he'd think. As this camp was further into Sarum than the main camp, many higher leveled Adventurers used this camp as a base for scouting and fighting golems. So Adventurers kept flowing through the camp, some stopping to recuperate while others set off for the wilderness. All of them had one thing in common: They needed to resupply.

Cooks were busy whipping up food by the fires. Tailors were repairing damaged armor and sewing new ones. Blacksmiths were hammering away at a various assortment of equipment, from small metal amulets to large two-handed battle axes. Scribes, while much fewer when compared to those at the main encampment, re-drew maps for newcomers and added on to existing maps as more places were mapped, constantly speaking into air as they communicated with their fellow Scribes from across the different camps. Other crafting classes, such as Brewers and Alchemists, were also hard at work doing their own projects. All in all, it was basically the same as the main camp, only on a smaller scale.

He saw some Pharmacists working in scattered groups across the camp, making potions on demand and leaving completed potions on a table with a sign which read: "Please be honest!"

For a moment, he wondered whether or not he should join one of those groups. Then he shrugged and turned away. Most of them should have formed up with their buddies. He would be intruding on them if he asked to join them.

He found a tree stump by the outskirts of the camp. There were fewer crafters here, as most of the lower leveled ones were afraid to leave the safety of the camp for prolonged periods of time and the rest would rather work in safety rather than fear an attack from a sneaky golem as they worked. He'd gotten a free sign from the command tent with the word, "Pharmacist" written on it. Well, they could've done worst, he thought. If they wrote something stupid like "Free pots" I'd have probably hurled it back at them.

He planted the sign down and pulled out a list recording the potion demand of the camp. As expected, health and mana potions topped the list. Surprisingly, he saw some demand for the nighteye potion he had invented sometime ago. How crazy would you have to be to hunt at night?! He thought, bewildered. Well, it wasn't his problem if they got killed. His only job, for now, was to craft potions. The camp had even been willing to provide him with some ingredients from their storage, although they expected him to send some potions back to them afterwards.

Well, no use dawdling, he might as well start crafting. Adventurers on this side would pass him first before they entered the camp. He knew that he would be having company very soon. Perhaps one of them might even be able to add details to the free map he'd been given.

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Word count: 560
Total word count (Pharmacist): 560
Tags: N/A
Notes: I've exams till next week, but judging by the pace the event is being completed at, I thought I'd start a thread first, so expect slow replies. Screw exams, I'll be here throughout the weekend. Personally I'd prefer it if lower leveled people join since they need the AP/gold more than people like Caerbannog, Kumori, Hanelli etc. Probably going to close the thread once I get about 2 - 3 people since I prefer smaller RP groups. If no one joins then this will be an open solo thread and I'll be forever alone D: .

[zantetsuken]

ITTOU SENSO

Unfamiliar Hands

Zantetsuken
Race/ Human
Samurai, Lv. 1
3%

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34%
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Status/ Critical

He still couldn't believe he'd actually manage to survive his earlier encounter with that overgrown flytrap. Of course he wouldn't have made it without outside help. So when Ittou reached near the campsite, he sighed a relief, knowing that he's almost in its safety. Almost. With his head on the swivel, he hurried towards the site. He'd heard about this place. Heard that they needed all the help they could get. One where he thought he should see if he could provide one. Since its already quite late however, he was certain that he wouldn't be able to do any scouting. At least not with the level he's now in. He probably needed some lights. And that's probably a bad idea. It'll probably attract all the monsters towards him, like moths to a flame. So he's left with either the battling or crafting task. In his current state however, it'll be suicidal to take in the former job. So he decided to go with the latter. But Ittou wasn't sure if a Scribe was ever needed here. Still, it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot.

As he approached closer, the Samurai noticed a figure sitting on what looked like the stump of a tree. Momentarily, he froze, stunned. Contemplating then on whether he was walking into an ambush. A toll check or the sort perhaps. If such was the case, then everything he'd acquired up to this point would be wasted. On the other hand, something told him that this Icyferno fellow wouldn't attempt such a cowardly feat. Especially since they're so close to the camp. It's obvious that Ittou would be quickly disposed of before anyone could realize what happened though, seeing how extremely low his life was. 

"Hey there.." Ittou began. "Mind if I join you?" he asked before continuing. "I was wondering if I could help craft whatever it is necessary or required of me here. At least at the extend of what I'm capable of doing. Heard that the materials needed will be provided.. Is this true?"

He could only hope that by initiating a friendly conversation with this stranger, he could at least tell if he's in danger or in safe company. Either way, he was prepared to move towards the camp. Either as a fleeing Adventurer from an attack or simply to gather the materials he needed before returning to join the man.

Ittou stood tall but in a relaxed manner. His weapon sheathed at his side and his gaze calm. The long grey hair of the avatar waved in the night's wind. Surprisingly, despite of the indicator that showed his almost perished life, the man's demeanor emitted some sort of confidence about him. The aura felt almost of arrogance. As if he was deliberately telling everyone he was a bait. As if there would be danger should somebody attempt at finishing him off.

"I go by the name Zantetsuken.. But you can call me Zan or Zante for short.." said Ittou, nodding to the stranger and offering the man a smile where if he was returned with one, would then approach the man to offer a firm handshake. 

[Word Count: 526]

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

He was already working on his third Medicinal Formula when he a new status bar flicked into view in front of him. Glancing up from his work, he spotted a single Adventurer walking towards him, the newcomer's HP critically low. For a brief moment, he was worried about whether or not someone would try to ambush a lone Adventurer, this close to camp. The he got a closer look at the newcomer's level and relaxed. At that amount of health, a strong berserker could cut him down with a surprise attack, but not at level one. "Hey there, mind if I join you?" The newcomer called out. "I was wondering if I could help craft whatever it is necessary or required of me here. At least at the extend of what I'm capable of doing. Heard that the materials needed will be provided.. Is this true?"

So, a low leveled Adventurer who probably tried to fight a golem sentry by himself and likely barely escaped with his life. Props for trying, but this wasn't a low level area. "Well, they're providing the materials at the main storage tent a little away from here." He jerked his thumb towards the closest tent, which had a wooden sign with a treasure chest jutting above the tents. "I don't mind the company and I'm sure you could help Adventurers repair their grimoires and prepare new maps for them if you get a copy from the camp." He tossed one of the Medicinal Formula he had just made towards him. "Drink that, it's more dangerous here since there's less people who are willing to work here. Judging by your level, it should be enough to fully restore your health."

An inexperienced fighter, Icyferno could not tell how skilled the Samurai standing before him was. Had he known, no doubt he would have been more cautious. To him, he only saw a low leveled Adventurer needing help. The newcomer introduced himself. "I go by the name Zantetsuken.. But you can call me Zan or Zante for short.."

Well, he saw no reason to NOT introduce himself too, considering Zante could probably see his username already. "I'm Icyferno. Please don't call me anything else, I have enough troubles dealing with that sort of people." Speaking of which, he hadn't seen her in a while. Which is a good thing, considering how much he DIDN'T need her bouncing about everywhere. Too much energy would be detrimental to him, considering how much effort it took to actually sit down to craft when he could be relaxing back in Londinium.

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Word count: 431
Total word count (Pharmacist): 560 + 431 = 991
Tags: zantetsuken
Notes: No, that is not an indication of another person joining. It was just reminiscing on my character's part. Also, I was thinking of ending off the thread with about four PKers around lvl 5-15, what do you say?

[zantetsuken]

ITTOU SENSO

Zantetsuken

Race/ Human

Samurai, Lv. 1

100%

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42%

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Status/ Rejuvenated

"Thanks," said the Samurai, gesturing to the caught Formula the Adventurer had tossed at him. "It's nice to meet you, Icyferno.." Ittou nodded. "I'll be right back with you in a bit then," he excused himself to get the materials he needed.

Entering the campsite, his gaze swept over all the faces that were there and at their tasks at hand. Every single one of them was busy with something. But Ittou's attention lingered longer on some fellow Scribe, intensely watching them at work while walking towards the camp his newly acquainted companion had earlier pointed to. Quickly, he studied their careful touch on the paper and the gentle strokes with the quill as they glanced back and forth between two papers in front of them, clearly making an attempt at copying the completed one. 

Moments later, after he'd gathered the materials which a beginner Scribe needed, Ittou returned to where Icyferno was. He'd already consumed the proffered Medicinal Formula and was now only waiting for his MP bar to be filled. He set the things down and cleared an area before him for his working space. He began making the Quill Pen with the Old Quill and a couple of Old Ink. Slowly and carefully, he worked at it, making sure everything was where it's supposed to be. Almost as if with a practiced touch, he tidied the feather neatly in place, bringing about the feel of a much higher leveled product than it actually was.

Sensing how quiet and awkward it might have been for the two of them, Ittou thought he should say something, "So," the Samurai began. "..what did you do before all this happen?" asked Ittou as he tested the Quill Pen on an Old Paper. "You know..." he scribbled. "..before shit hits the fan.." said Ittou rather casually.

It's a weird feeling at first but surprisingly familiar. For one, the former bodyguard have no experience with such a feat in his entire life before. He'd only used the modern type of pen back then and had never seen let alone got the chance to try out a much nobler feel when writing with the quill. Momentarily, he pictured himself as a pirate or some western medieval royalty, working on some paperwork or the sort. Second, there was a hint of excitement as he wondered what else he could craft. And frankly, he couldn't wait to find out.

"I'm a driver for a Japanese actress," he said, not quite a lie nor was it entirely the truth either. "She likes to travel a lot and was in London with me when the Apocalypse happened.. If she hadn't pleaded me to wear that thing and try this game out, it'll be her in my place instead.." Ittou said, not quite wanting to tell the Adventurer about his dangerous career in real life. "And I'm not sure if I'm glad it happened to me rather than to her.. Because frankly, I think I can find a better solution out there in the real world than in here.." Ittou then stopped, realizing he might be talking a little too much, he then started listening while keeping his gaze fixated on the work in his hand.

[Word Count: 537]
| sure, sounds like a plan |

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

Well, that had gone rather well. Truth be told, having someone else watching your back while you did your thing is comforting. At the very least, he didn't have to do it for himself. As Zante returned with materials he'd taken from the camp storage, he noted that Zante had consumed the potion he'd handed him. Well, at least Zante trusted him enough to drink it. Or perhaps he didn't, and had it checked out with some other Pharmacist. Well, it didn't matter. As long as Zante didn't cause trouble for him, he was happy to have at least one other person to accompany him.

Maybe Zante had realized it would be awkward for two strangers to just sit together and work, because he spoke up first. When asked what he was doing before the Catastrophe, he just shrugged and said, "Well, I was just another student mindlessly working towards a desk job which would probably sum up my life." Setting aside a completed burn cream, he continued. "At the very least, you had a life to lead. From the way you said it, it might not be very fun, but at the very least you'd get to go around the world and speak to new people. I highly doubt a desk bound job would offer the same opportunities."

He was about to say more, but just then, he spotted a group of exhausted Adventurers approaching camp. When they sighted him, or rather, the Pharmacist sign and the potions he'd placed on the stump, they made a beeline for him. "Got a potion?!" One of them, a monk by the looks of it, yelled. "This idiot here hit me and I'm almost dead!" Gesturing wildly to a staff-wielding Adventurer and then to himself.

He almost felt sorry for the mage. It was hard not hitting your own teammates during a messy fight. The poor guy was probably being scolded all the way as they ran from the fight. Pulling out a health potion, he tossed it over to the weakened Adventurer, who caught it and promptly drank it to restore some of his health. "Hey, thanks! Say, what other potions have you already made? I did some crafting earlier on so I can barter for them." The brash monk pulled a few bottles of wine out of his magic bag. A brewer monk? He thought. That can't be good for his teammates. Still, business was business, as much as he didn't have much use for the wine. Perhaps Zante would want it?

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Word count: 422
Total word count (Pharmacist): 560 + 431 + 422 = 1413
Tags: zantetsuken
Notes: I have no idea what I'm doing :D Btw, just a reminder, you don't get anything at the end of the thread apart from AP and whatever you get when you claim the thread, so don't keep food, papers or anything.

[zantetsuken]

ITTOU SENSO

Zantetsuken

Race/ Human

Samurai, Lv. 1

100%

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56%

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Status/ Rejuvenated

With the Quill Pen now completed -where Ittou had intended to leave behind for the next Scribe class Adventurer to use-, he began gathering the official papers pertaining to the logistics department from the camp. With keen eyes, gifted by his chosen profession on Unfounded Kingdom, he inspected the notes and its' updates. Carefully, he checked the boxes with a cross where necessary, indicating that the particular materials have been accounted for or that repairs as well as maintenance were done. Basically, he was simply putting his skills to use with the paperwork side of things rather than the camp's main focus. It was the only thing he thought his subclass could offer. On top of that, he was also going over some faded lines on a handful of maps and mending the damaged Beginner Grimoire on the site. Quietly, he took note of their qualities mentally and silently planned what he could come up with in the near future.

"Oh, don't get me wrong.." replied the Samurai without looking up from his work. "I do enjoy my work.. And I believe that as long as you enjoy what you're doing, it didn't really matter how boring it might have sounded for another," said Ittou in a friendly tone. "But looking at how things are here, I guess we'll have to worry about work and the real world when everything returns..." he paused for a moment, suddenly doubting for no apparent reason, then continued. "If everything does return to the way they were.." he said.

When he heard movements nearby, Ittou lifted his head up and turned to face the approaching Adventurers. The first one seemed to be throwing a tantrum, disappointed at his teammate's friendly fire. Immediately, he assumed the group were probably held together just recently. Perhaps specifically for the mission here. It's most likely they just returned from a battle. The commotion this one made simply gave off the impression that their teamwork weren't exactly up to par with the few Ittou'd witnessed. 

"Barter for them? Barter for something he'd made from uncharged materials?" said one of the Adventurers from the line behind him, a Druid. "Ain't this place set up for us? Isn't he suppose to provide us with whatever we needed since we're at the frontline?" the man started to step out from the queue, somewhat agitated. "Heck, we could actually just take whatever is available and then be on our way again.."

These men were probably too tired to think straight now...

The air about them suddenly grew tense. Ittou could feel it. It was as thin as a thread of tautened hair where he wasn't sure what might happened when snapped. If worse came to worst, an unwanted nor intentional fight might broke out.

The Druid then stepped forward, believing that his earlier remarks bears solid meaning. That he was in the right and giving off the sense that he wouldn't take no for an answer. The expressions on the rest of his team members somehow seemed lifted. Ittou then saw something on the speaker. He recognized the kind of person he seemed to portray. Someone with charisma. A Courtesan. As soon as Ittou realized it, he began to ponder, what exactly were these guys intentions.

Things could go one of two ways now. And the Samurai could only hope they wouldn't need to draw swords against these Adventurers. But it all depends on what Icyferno would say to them. Of course he could voice his own opinion in the matter, but he thought his companion might want to handle this since it was his bottles they were after.

[Word Count: 609]
| Noted, and I guess we could just keep adding on to the current scenario and see where its going. |

[Icyferno]

Status: Healthy / Rested

~

The group of Adventurers were growing rowdier and rowdier, and Icyferno didn't know how to diffuse the situation. Fortunately, when the Druid that had caused all the commotion stepped forward to confront him, it seemed that somehow, all of their collective emotions were gathered into the Druid. Hmmm, interesting. Is he a Courtesan? Haven't really seen one before.

Nevertheless, he took the opportunity to speak as the group had grown silent when the Druid stepped forward. "The materials for most of stuff you've crafted were given by the camp store too, weren't they? Also," he continued, "if you think you can start a fight with a mage in front, you're sorely mistaken." Usually, he would be slacking off in the back, waiting for someone to handle such problems for him. Perhaps he was just pissed that his first customers had to be rude jerks. Or maybe it was because he felt that he was right in this scenario. Whatever the case, he had the Druid's calming aura to thank in order to get his rebuttal in, although the problem technically started because of the Druid. Well, whatever works.

The main problem here was the Druid, not his fellow teammates. He thought that crafters provided their services free of charge, which meant that he was obviously new to crafting scene. Perhaps he had always used his Courtesan subclass to get what he wanted. That might explain the way he had spoken; he was too used to getting things done his way.

He doubted this group wouldn't know what he was talking about, unless they were living under a rock. Then again, there were plenty of rocks around these parts, so perhaps that wasn't the best thing to say.

Instead, he continued in a decidedly more mild manner, "Services are provided when someone's paying, that should be common knowledge. As I recall, no one's paying me to sit here, so let's just get down to it."

Thankfully, the monk was first to respond as he plopped down on the ground opposite them with the trunk in the center; the one where he'd put down a few potions. "Alright! I'ma need all the health potions you've got!"

He almost raised an eyebrow, but then again, he hadn't anything to say to what could possibly be the turning point in this conversation gone wrong. Hopefully, he could trade off the drinks to someone at the main camp on his way back.

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Word count: 407
Total word count (Pharmacist): 560 + 431 + 422 + 407 = 1820
Tags: zantetsuken
Notes: Been sick the past week, apparently I'm going to be sick for the entire holidays again so I'll just scrap a post together.