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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 9:54:13 GMT
Ever since I came to Elder Tale, I’ve felt I missed something, but I can’t quite put my finger on what. I walked around the city of Londinium, when suddenly a cold breeze gave me chills. This hadn’t happened ever since I got my scarf from Rose. I stood still for two seconds. OH! Of course. It was the scarf I missed. How could I forget that?
I almost panicked when I realized I missed the scarf, and asked around for clues to find someone who could make a new one for me. No one could tell me about a great tailor, though I overheard someone talking about a place called “Noihara Trade Company”. I went to an inn, because I thought it would be the easiest way to find the information I needed.
“Well… I know where they are, but if you want the information, I need you to buy something. Not everything can be free you know.”, the innkeeper said.
Well, I sort of knew this could happen, but since I don’t have any money, I couldn’t buy anything. I explained to the innkeeper that I had just come to this world, and I could not buy anything.
“Then I can’t help you, sorry. I can’t just give out valuable information, so you got to find someone else.” He said.
A lady came out from the back, and looked at the innkeeper with a deadly glance.
“Oh Gerald! Cut this boy some slag! Sweetheart, Noihara owns the cathedral, you just have to go down the road here, then turn right, and then you’re there. Just ask for the Trade Company department, then they’ll show you where to go.”, She said.
I thanked politely, and moved on. On the way there I saw a lot of great stuff. A place to buy cheap food, but I can’t really cook it. A place to sleep, but I have no money. A place to fight, but I had no skill. I stumbled on a stone in the ground, but quickly regained balance.
When I finally arrived, I just stood and stared. ‘So this is the Noihara Guild.’, I thought to myself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 6:02:46 GMT
Music: Stroll Through The Sky
The day was peaceful, serene, and beautiful. The wind blew lightly through the streets and alleys of Londinium. Dumah walked about aimlessly, as he often did on his occasional walks through the city. He soon came upon the more populated and bustlingly active areas, namely the city square in this case. Crowds of people - be they Adventurers or People of The Land - walked about from place to place as they all went about their business. Dumah smiled, seeing so many people in seemingly high spirits; many of the crowds bore smiles and joyous laughter as they exchanged words amongst one another. The city streets were flooded with all manner of people: Rich and poor, formal and casual, young and old; It was oft a simple matter when it came to discerning Adventurers from People of The Land - a quick glance at one's apparel could usually tell you much of a person. Adventurers tended to wear more peculiar clothing suitable for a combat class, or donned street clothes reminiscent of the casual fashions of the old world. People of The Land, on the other hand, tended to be adorned in all manner of old-fashioned, medieval - or even renaissance - apparel. The town was full of people: an elderly man trying to sell some food at a stall, a young man - seemingly from a raid guild or dedicated party, judging by his complex, bright blue uniform - flirting with a young woman, a young woman clearly uncomfortable with the man in his sophisticated uniform trying to accost her. Dumah made his way towards the young lady, planning to help her escape the uncomfortable situation. The girl shrank back a bit, trying to escape. In response, the young man simply looked at her in surprise. "It's all right, you little gray mouse," he said, laughing rather pityingly. "I only want to buy you a drink. Don't look so scared." The pitying look made the girl feel utterly ashamed. He was a rather dashing specimen too, with a bony, sophisticated face - clearly well into his twenties - and elaborate blonde hair. His sleeves trailed longer than any in the square, all scalloped edges and silver insets. "Oh, no thank you, if you please, sir," the girl stammered. "I-I'm on my way to see my sister." "Then by all means do so," laughed this advanced young man. "Who am I to keep a pretty lady from her sister? Would you like me to go with you, since you seem so scared?" He meant it kindly, which made the girl more ashamed than ever. "No. No thank you, sir!" Despite her objections, the sophisticated young man pressed on. "Come now, it's truly no problem at-" He was cut off in the middle of his sentence as the two were joined by a dashing, black haired man, his black hair pulled back in a fairly lengthy ponytail. Dumah placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, his arm around her somewhat. "Ah, there you are, sister." The girl's suitor quickly took on a rather upset expression as his one-on-one encounter with the girl was interrupted. "Hey pal, we're talking here." His tone was no longer soft, and the anger could be heard in his voice. Dumah remained calm, speaking calmly, yet with a certain assuredness and confidence in his words. "Really? Because it seemed to me as though you were just leaving." Unable to win against the silver-tongued nature of a Courtesan, the man angrily held his tongue as he left. Just the two of them now, the girl was led down an alley by Dumah. Once they were out of site of the girl's suitor, Dumah let go of her shoulder and began to walk away. The girl thanked him, and Dumah returned to the Cathedral. Upon returning to his guildhall, he saw a low-level Adventurer standing outside, seemingly lost in awe as he stared blankly at the massive behemoth of stone architecture. Dumah walked up to the boy. "Hello there, are you lost?" sayinh |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2015 21:06:03 GMT
The voice behind me, made me turn. The voice seemed somewhat familiar, though I couldn’t really put my finger on why. The man whom spoke to me, which long dark hair was reaching his chest, wasn’t new here, you could see that by his gear. He didn’t seem hostile to me, so I answered with a big smile.
“Hi. My name is Sen.. I mean Sayinh, and I am new here. You asked me if I am lost, and no I am not… I think. This is the Noihara guild hall, right? I am looking for the trade company department of Noihara, since I’ve heard they are quite the crafters. I came here in request for an accessory, which I miss. It is a beautiful scarf loomed in silvery silk, with approximately 2 inches of fringes in each end. It has three, narrow white lines down the long left side. It was originally made by my departed sister, but I couldn’t bring it with me hereto. She died because I wasn’t strong enough. Therefore, I seek a replacement, since it means more than anything to me.” I said with a bit shaky voice.
A few seconds passed, and I felt I had been too emotional. So I then started again
“I can draw you a sketch of it, though my arteriosus skills aren’t the best.”
I asked for a piece of paper, and a quill pen, at the guild hall. I was lucky enough to get them and started drawing. It wasn’t the best, so I hoped he could get an idea of what I meant, or at least know what I meant by the fringes and stripes.
“Do you know the guys from Noihara? I am just asking since you seem more familiar here, I refer to your gear. You seem like you know the game a lot more than I do.”
I smiled at him, now that I’d explained my situation, I could only wait for an answer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2015 4:40:23 GMT
 Music: Beautiful Dead
Hearing Dumah's question, the stranger spun around to face him. He seemed to be a fairly young person, somewhere in his mid to late teens judging by his appearance. His appearance also revealed that he was a fairly low leveled Adventurer. He spoke rather formally, and his answer perplexed Dumah, claiming he was new here. Dumah was not sure what he meant, but he felt there were three possibilities: He was referring to being new to the game, and thus experienced The Apocalypse recently, being pulled into Elder Tale long after everyone else already had; he came from another server and is thus new to the Unfounded Kingdom; in the Apocalypse, he happened to awake in another city, and just recently managed to come to Londinium. As the first two options seemed very unlikely, Dumah presumed the third to be what the boy meant. He stated that he was looking for Noihara's guildhall, hoping to seek out the help of a tailor in the Noihara Trade Company so that he could commission a scarf to be made to replace one that he held very dear to him in the old world.
As the two entered the Cathedral and walked down the large corridors toward the guildhall's clothier room, the silver haired boy asked if Dumah knew the guild members of Noihara. He chuckled and smiled a bit before answering. "Yes, I suppose you could say that." Dumah could - and perhaps should - have simply stated that he himself was the guild master of Noihara, but lately with how Dumah's reputation has been with the gossip and rumors floating around after he bought the Cathedral, Dumah was a bit skeptical and worried that he might be met with malice if he introduced himself as that same guild master who has allegedly been 'plotting to charge rent for resurrection,' or 'forcing his guild's members to join,' or any of the other dozen groundless rumors that spawned out of his purchase. He felt he would at least give it some time so the boy could see what Dumah was really like.
Soon, they found their way to the room dedicated to tailoring and the young Guardian began to sketch a simple image of the scarf he had hoped to be made. After looking over it, Dumah nodded to himself and to the boy. "Yes, this should be fairly simple to make. No worries." Dumah walked to a large section of the wall with several sections for organizing fabrics by material, texture, and color. He grabbed a simple silver silk, taking out the large roll of material and cutting out an appropriate amount to work with. "I will warn you, I have little to no experience in knitting, so your scarf might not be traditionally crafted like other scarves. I will make sure it is well made, however." Dumah gave a soft, reassuring smile as he began to prepare for his work, organizing the materials he would need and cleaning up a small area to work in.     Words: 502 | Total Words: 1166
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 19:40:59 GMT
Hearing that Dumah said he’d do it, made Sayinh realize that Dumah was a part of the Noihara Guild, and even a tailor. He listened to what Dumah had to say with care, and respect, since he made him the scarf. Sayinh had had no chance of telling Dumah that he had no money since Sayinh thought Dumah took him to someone that could help him, not that he himself would do it.
“STOP!”, Sayinh almost yelled just before Dumah started knitting.
He looked at Dumah and said.
“There’s two problems here… Well not problems, but. The thing is that I don’t have any gold, so I can’t really pay you. I wanted to talk with the person about it, but since it’s you… I guess I have to think of something. Maybe I can owe you one? I always pay my stuff, so don’t worry about the money. The other thing is, that the scarf isn’t knitted, it’s loomed. I don’t know your level of experience with the loom, but I hope it’s still something that is rather easy to make, and you would still want to help me, even though I can’t pay up right away.” He said, with a shameful face. He hated being in any kind of debt to anyone, since he had never experienced real debt, because of his family, which were one of the richest families in the world.
The Guardian looked at Dumah, as he stood in his armor, looking down at the heavy plate mail chest piece and the dull leggings. That was when his shoulder blades started to become itchy, right at that one spot where he couldn’t reach, this meant that he from one second to another dashed with his back towards a wall. He hit the wall hard and you could hear how the metal clung when it rattled on the shelves. He realized his armor was in the way of him scratching his back, so he bowed forward, put his arms towards the floor and shaked his shoulders until the chest piece fell off. Then he smashed his back, back up against the wall, wiggled it up and down, then from left to right, until it wasn’t itchy anymore.
As he relaxed a little, he looked at Dumah, and expected a face full of questions.
“Uhm.. It was itchy… so I scratched it”, Sayinh said as he blushed pure red of embarrassment.
“Sorry” He said, as he broke out from a short chuckle to embarrassed and happy laughing.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2015 3:51:41 GMT
Music: Beautiful Dead
Before Dumah could begin to work on the scarf, he was stopped by his client, who informed him that the was actually loomed, and thus he would hope for the same process to be used for its copy. "I see, no worries then." Dumah did not have nearly as much experience in using a loom, and so he was a bit worried that perhaps his work this time would not be his best. However, soon after the boy stated another concern of his. He informed the Swashbuckler that he did not have any gold or assets with which to pay for the scarf. Dumah waved his hand a bit, as if waving away the boy's worry. "That is alright, it is a simple craft, and I could use the experience." Despite this, Sayinh seemed quite insistent about making it up to Dumah in some way. The Swashbuckler looked over his client, examining him a bit and taking note of his equipment. "Judging by your equipment, I would presume you are a Guardian, am I right?" Dumah spoke as he worked on the loom, beginning the craft. "If you really wish to pay for the scarf in some way, then let me mentor you in combat, active Guardians have been rather rare as of late, so I would like to help you become as skilled a Guardian as you can be. I would consider it a win-win situation, in fact." As he spoke, the Guardian smashed himself against the wall, exclaiming that he were trying to scratch an itch.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2015 19:35:08 GMT
Dumah almost whiffed away the fact that Sayinh had no money. He said that it was all right, and that he could use the experience too so it would add up, overall. However, since the scarf was a piece of valuable memory for Sayinh, he insisted on giving some kind of payment.
“If you really wish to pay for the scarf in some way, then let me mentor you in combat, active Guardians have been rather rare as of late, so I would like to help you become as skilled a Guardian as you can be. I would consider it a win-win situation, in fact.", he said, and Sayinh agreed. Since he had no immediate form of payment for Dumah, Sayinh accepted the offer the Swashbuckler made him.
As Dumah started looming the scarf, Sayinh took a quick look around the workshop. Various thing stood unused, anything from wood to anvils. Looking through books of crafting recipes, materials and other kind of juicy knowledge for further investigation. - Maybe I should ask if I would be allowed to come look through their recipes at a later time. -, he thought as he went back to Dumah, whom was still sitting at the loom.
When he came back, Dumah was still doing his magic on the loom, even though he wouldn’t call it magic. Looking at the scarf, he knew that he couldn’t have a “professional” make the scarf. To make the scarf seem more as the old one, the scarf needed to be made in the same conditions as in the old world. Which means, that it has to be made by someone with little to no experience with a loom. At the same time, he would like the scarf not to use up the durability it had too fast, since he would like to keep the item as an accessory for when he even hit level 90, not that it was something that would happen in the near future.
Sayinh sat down besides Dumah, looked at him with his sapphire blue eyes and small, pointy nose, and asked.
“Want anything to drink while you work? Coffee, Tea, water? Tell me and I’ll go get it. ”.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 19:43:25 GMT
As Dumah finished working on the silver scarf, the boy asked him if he wanted anything while he worked. "No, that is quite all right. I have just about finished it, as a matter of fact." With the accessory finished, the tailor began to interact with the menu as he input the scarf's name and flavor text. "Dumahim Scarf of Rose," he began to input the title and description that was given to him by the client. "A beautiful silver scarf, tailored by Dumah Iino, as a compensation for the one Sayinh couldn't bring to Elder Tale. A scarf made of light silver like thread, with white stripes down the left long side. It has fringes on approximately 5cm. The scarf - excluding the fringes - is measured to be nearly two meters long." With that, the scarf was finished. Dumah held it in his hand, marveling at his work as he always did before handing it to the silver haired boy. "Here you are; your scarf is complete." Dumah smiled as he watched the boy wrap the scarf around his neck, ignoring the odd sight of a cloth scarf adorning a metal breastplate. The sight was contradictory, but the boy made it seem normal. Words: 205 | Total Words: 1629
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