[Oxford/Crafting] A Blacksmith, A Scribe and Potatoes -end

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 0/3
- (Scribe quest holder)
- Gather potatoes
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. Hrairoo kicked her face so hard that the wolf-hair was so rudely woken up that morning. Apparently the frenmic rabbit had taken a liking to Scoria’s forest sprite and had fallen asleep in her arms with only the rabbit’s hind legs free from the Alraune’s grasp. The creature had an exciting dream or whatever and seemed to be bounding away in his imagination that he ‘hopped’ so forcefully against something, and that turned out to be Caerbannog’s face. The sleepiness jumped out of the girl’s brain and could not hop back in, so she left the two to enjoy their rest some more while the samurai prepped up for the day. After a quick shower and a change of clothes to her usual school girl thing which masked her sturdier armor, the samurai headed into the kitchen to have her usual breakfast of apples and tea. She turned to place her things on the counter but lo and behold- paperwork. Who left that there? And they weren’t neatly arranged either as if someone just walked in and then threw all that parchment onto the counter for no good reason. Caerbannog pushed some of them aside and didn’t care when they fell on the floor. She put her glass full of iced mint tea on the counter and proceeded to munch on a bright red apple while she eyed the paperwork which made little to no sense. Eventually, something caught her eye. It mentioned the words “Sarum” and “crafting” to which she immediately took an interest. Her one Level in Blacksmithing had already been put the test before during a Sarum quest with Kumori, and afterwards she began to work on some low-level recipes. Caerbannog still could use some experience though so she picked up the quest and read it thoroughly. It was a long list of quests for various crafting subclasses which were sent out to various guilds, Aeryn among them. In particular, she found a request for a blacksmith to dig up some potatoes in a farm outside Sarum. The samurai put her nose up closer to the request as if it just said the most ridiculous things. Blacksmith and potatoes? Farm outside Sarum? Was it run by golems? Apparently not, rather it was run by none other than the middle-aged lander who was probably two Tobins wide and two Caerbannogs tall, like a rectangular Person of the Land, named Rose. She was a kind woman so the blacksmith could not exactly ignore the request. Instead, she read the fine print which stated that the blacksmith was to actually repair some old farming tools and help Rose and her family to gather what they can of a small, thriving farm a little way beyond the Sarum Expedition Camp. The brown frenmic rabbit soon announced its presence with resounding thumps on the floor towards the kitchen. It could smell apples from a mile away and had woken up just to bug its tamer for one. The forest sprite sleepily followed, walked up to Caerbannog, sat the samurai down on a chair and jumped onto her lap to sleep again. It was quite alright though since the samurai was still reading the request. Perhaps someone could go to the Expedition Camp with her and pick his or her own quest from that rather odd list which was sent to their guild. WC: 560 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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A HOT CUP OF CRAFTING

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 689 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

Oxford groggily rose from his bed, hardly getting any sleep that night. He was up most of the night doing some research on various Scribe things, and by the time he went back to his to fall asleep, it was already only a couple hours until morning. That, and Omo decided that he needed to go all 'nocturnal predator' on him and jumped on his face multiple times. Giving up on trying to get any kind of sleep, he tossed the covers to his bed aside and pulled on a spare t-shirt he had lying around. A nice hot shower might be enough to wake me up... As a good as a hot one would've been, a cold one was even better. Oxford thought he was gonna die and respawn back at the Abbey when the frigid water hit his skin. He let out a startled yell, quickly covering his mouth so he didn't wake any of the other guildmates who were trying to catch up on their beauty sleep. He wasted no time as he dried himself off, quickly putting on his usual green shirt and Comfy Jacket as his teeth chattered. Seriously, what kind of person would go and use all the hot water this early in the morning?! His stomach rumbled as his body shivered, the Guardian rubbing his chest to heat it up and warm up the rest of his body. Oxford made his way to the kitchen, hoping that he could find a hot beverage of some sort to help him beat back the chills. He was greeted by the sight of Caer, looking oh-so-kawaii in that custom schoolgirl outfit of hers. Ooo, hot tea. That sounds good. Then he noticed the stacks of paper playing the role of kitchen flooring. "What kind of jerk would go and leave this paper her--oh wait, those are mine." The jerk then crouched down and picked up his random assortment of research notes, forgetting that he left all these in the kitchen when he dropped by to grab a midnight snack. After grabbing all his papers and stuffing them back into his inventory, he proceeded to make himself a hot cup of tea to chase away the lingering chills that gripped him. Pouring the tea into a traditional Japanese-style teacup, he leaned against the kitchen counter and took a sip. The warmth seeped through his body, the cold from before vanishing and the sleepiness from before disappearing as well. As he drank, he noticed that the schoolgirl Samurai was studying what looked like a flyer of some kind. Ah, that must be the notice I found on the guild door last night. He'd already read the thing, reading about how a budding farm was needing some help with maintaining it. Seeing as how it was in the Sarum area, they probably had some troubles with Golems messing up their crops or something. Or they just needed a couple of farmhands to help with the chores. As a Scribe, he realized he couldn't offer very much to the quest giver, maybe drawing layouts for crop rotations or taking inventory of their current harvests or some boring thing like that. But still, he could always use his Guardian class to help out with carrying heavy loads and other somewhat-essential tasks. At that moment, Caer's rabbit (Hrairoo, I think?) bounded into the kitchen, jumping up on the table where the Samurai sat. Almost right behind him, Omo came barreling in as well, leaping onto the Guardian's arm as he made his way up to the counter Oxford was leaning against. Taking one last sip, he set his cup down on the counter next to the weasel and spoke to Caer. "Were you planning on doing that quest too? I was planning to go today, if you don't mind me tagging along." He heard some slurping noises as he waited for the Wolf-Hair's reply. The Brier Weasel had stuck his head into Oxford's teacup, noisily lapping up the now lukewarm beverage. "I'm ready to go whenever you are" would be his reply should Caer agree to allow him to accompany her.

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 0/3
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 0/1
- Gather potatoes
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. While her brown frenmic rabbit was having his way with some apples and Scoria’s summon continued to sleep on her lap, Caerbannog too felt a bit sleepy probably because of the tea or maybe it was because of that kick to her face. She leaned back on the chair and was about to close her eyes when Oxford walked in. Oh hey, the guar- wait, what? “ Huuuuuuuh? “ the samurai sat up straight and almost threw the forest sprite off her lap, though she didn’t of course; but she did stare at the guardian for the longest time. Who what when where how? And why? Not that it was an issue; Oxford was likeable, funny and a capable adventurer too. Also he had a cute pet weasel. But when did he join Aeryn? Ah well, that’s what Caerbannog got for not paying attention to guild stuff. What next? Tobin would join the guild and they’d have another round of Kings or Fire in the guild house? “ Okay, to Sarum... “ the wolf-hair tilted her head just to get a better look at Oxford, as if that would do anything, and to make sure that she was not mistaken. Caerbannog invited him to a party, no not the kind with booze- an adventuring party, and soon enough she was able to confirm his player data. Oxford, guardian, Level 41 at that moment. He made good progress within a short span of time, she thought. But that was not completely relevant to the current state of affairs and so the girl’s mind drifted back to the quest at hand. She gently prodded the forest sprite awake and gave her an apple, to which the Alraune replied with a giggle and a sweet ‘thank you Auntie’. With Hrairoo right behind them eyeing the larger brier weasel, Caerbannog led the group outside the guild house and towards the gates where merchant carts prepared to depart for Sarum. “ Oxford joined Aeryn? When? “ the samurai asked Oxford once they were onboard a departing cart. The reason did not matter to her. Caerbannog did not particularly mind whoever was invited into the guild, but she was curious as to when it actually happened. Another subject that she wanted to ask about was the guardian’s crafting class. She could vaguely remember him writing legibly somewhere, perhaps on the list of rules for a certain drinking game, and he did write a lot on his notes but it was better to be sure. “ I’m blacksmith only Level 1, “ she said and then her question followed, “ And you? Scribe? “ Their journey to Sarum would not take long for the road had been widened and well-traveled. The forest sprite munched on her apple happily while Hrairoo looked on, debating whether he should attack the apple or let the Alraune finish it up. The ride would end right at the Sarum camp and afterwards, the group would have to walk southward to reach Rose’s Farm. It would be difficult to miss for landers often visited the lady’s farm to check if the land’s yield was ready. WC: 520 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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STATUS

POTATO PLOTTING

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 647 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

Note to self: Make sure to introduce myself to the other guild members instead of sleeping in my room for the whole day. He casually jotted this down in his notebook when he saw the Samurai's reaction to him being a part of the guild. When she sat up straight, he caught a glimpse of Scoria's fairy child napping in her lap. Jeez, poor Scoria's probably downing mana potions like there's no tomorrow... Speaking of downing drinks, Oxford still had some tea to finish. He grabbed the cup, raised it to his lips, and...nothing. Not one drop was left. He squinted at Omo, the weasel licking his lips as a couple drops of tea dripped from his whiskers. "Well, I hope you enjoyed it, you little scamp." The weasel let out a cute yip in reply. Oxford shook his head in an exaggerated fashion, as if he were saying "what am I going to do with you." He ruffled up the fur on the weasel's head as a way of exacting revenge for his missing tea. Omo didn't care: he got pets from his master, that's all that mattered. The Guardian heard the Samurai answer the last question he had asked, turning to face her when he heard her reply. She was giving him a weird look with her head tilted. Before he could think anything about the gesture, a party invite window popped in front of him. He grinned as he accepted the invite. "Yorodesu, Caer-senpai~" He was a new guild member after all, so introductions were necessary when working with his senpai. The small party left the guild house, Oxford doing some last minute preparations before the small group all piled into a passing merchant's cart. Mainly, equipping his current clothes over his armor. He probably didn't need it for a farm harvest quest, but better safe than sorry. Finding the ride too bumpy to take a nap, he leaned back against the side of the carriage, watching the clouds float by in the morning sky. Another question from the Samurai brought him back to the present. He answered as he continued to watch the clouds lazily make their journey to wherever it was they were going. "Yep, about a couple days ago. Got tired of squatting in ruined buildings and dealing with cantankerous innkeepers." Some the clouds were making interesting shapes, the Guardian beginning to play the classic game of making pictures with the forms they made. I can see a hat. I can see a cat. I can see a man with a baseball bat. Oxford looked at Caer when he heard her mention that she was level 1 blacksmith. "Yep, I'm a Scribe." A more pressing issue came to Oxford's mind. "What happened to your Chef subclass?" The rattling wheels of the carriage slowly came to a halt, the merchant Lander stopping the wagon at the entrance to the Sarum camp, the familiar white tents standing in the distance. He hopped out of the carriage when he realized that they would have to walk the rest of the way there. He whistled for Omo, the weasel bounding over the side and landing on the Guardian's head. He raised both of his hands to the Samurai as she stood up in the cart. "I can hold on to Alraune for you while you get out. Make things a little easier for you." Sure, Alraune could fly, being a forest pixie and all, but you never know. Maybe the sprite was too tired to fly and wanted to be carried around everywhere by her adoptive mother. Or Caer could be a troll and jump into Ox's arms instead, since doing that would make it a lot easier for her to get out of the cart. Caer didn't seem like the kind of girl who'd play damsel in distress, but weirder things have happened before.

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 0/3
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 0/1
- Gather potatoes
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. So the samurai and the guardian basically had the same reason for joining the guild: to stop living in the streets. Though he came of his own accord, while she was sorta kinda forced into Aeryn. On to her next question, Caerbannog found out that Oxford was indeed a scribe, so that put her list of scribe friends up to an amazing amount of ‘one’. The young man in turn asked the wolf-hair about her original crafting class. “ Chef Subclass is Level 20! Or 21... something, “ was her answer, “ Want to make own weapon so Blacksmith. But I like cooking more! “ Caerbannog made sure to emphasize the last part because it was absolutely true. Blacksmithing was definitely not as exciting as cooking, for her at least, but she did understand the need for weapons and armors both of her own and in their guild. If no one else wanted to do it, to craft her weapon or accessories, then she’d just do it herself. The samurai had so far managed to learn cooking, animal taming and minimal blacksmithing by herself after all. Once they arrived at the Sarum camp, the forest sprite excitedly got ready to hop off the cart while Hrairoo already went ahead and had his face full of dirt by nose-diving onto the warm earth. The Alraune, however, hesitated when she saw Oxford. She was unsure about the man; what she was sure of was that she liked Auntie, and so the sprite turned to Caerbannog and mimicked Oxford’s pose with the hands raised up to the samurai. The gestures had two different meanings of course, and the Alraune’s meant that she wanted a piggyback ride. Caerbannog complied- to both. The samurai first picked up the baby summon and hoisted her up on her back until the Alraune was comfortably latched onto her with its arms around her neck. The samurai then jumped into Oxford’s arms and was soon out of the cart as well. “ Thanks for the lift! “ the wolf-hair said to the guardian then she reached up to pat Omo. The blacksmith then stepped away from her companion, patted her clothes down and headed south of the camp as indicated by the request. It was near one of those places where the scouting parties headed for, much like the north. Unlike the western area of Sarum, there were few golems ever spotted down south unless one ventured farther than the areas which had already been scouted. Caerbannog led the way with Hrairoo right on her heels and they passed by some scouting groups which were prepping up for more exploration. The samurai waved at them just to not be rude, and some of them actually waved back. At that, the wolf-hair quickened her pace a little to avoid conversation; she wasn’t really up for a chat with strangers, not while she was on the way to a quest. The girl did hope that they did not think her rude though. The walk went on a little further past the scouting parties and for a few minutes, Caerbannog thought that they’d gotten lost. But who gets lost in Sarum in broad daylight anyway? Not this party. Hrairoo soon detoured to a path between some rubble and dead trees. Obviously the frenmic rabbit was interested on something beyond it, and if it was something dangerous, Roo would have already scampered away. Caerbannog turned to Oxford who should have been right behind her or just a short distance away, and then she waved for him to follow her and her little brown rabbit. The Alraune who was still on the samurai’s back also waved to the guardian but it was more like ‘hello’ than ‘follow me’. Past the initially barren place where the path diverged from the main road, an increasing amount of not-quite-dead vegetation could be noticed. First, there were shrubs which were partially green and yellow, and beyond them, greener bushes thrived. A few meters further stood short, thin trees which oddly enough had healthy foliage. Beyond those trees, finally there stood a small farm amidst what seemed to be an oasis in the vast, desolate lands of Sarum. A grey-haired old man was bent over some plots as he inspected them, but when he spotted Caerbannog and her companions, that old man yelled towards a thatch hut. Almost immediately, Rose came out of the hut and she was visibly joyful once she set her eyes upon the much smaller wolf-hair. “ Oh! It’s you! So reliable! “ the lander said as she ran to Caerbannog, picked the girl up with the sprite on her back and all, and spun her around a few times. Once that was done, she put the fazed samurai on the ground, “ You’re here for the quest, right? “ The Alraune giggled, hopped off of the samurai and gave the lander a quick hug. Rose was much nicer than all the landers that the forest sprite had ever seen, though that could have been due to the lack of a glaring Scoria. The wolf-hair took a moment to collect her thoughts, and once she was ready, the girl spoke up. “ I’m Blacksmith now, here to repair tools! “ Caerbannog said to Rose. “ Oh well, that’s a surprise. I thought you’d just pick the vegetables and bring them up to the camp for lunch, but a blacksmith will actually be more helpful here! “ the middle-aged lander exclaimed then she looked over to Oxford, “ And what about your friend? “ WC: 925 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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A SCRIBE'S WORK IS GRUNT WORK

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 649 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

Oxford was somewhat caught by surprise as he fully caught the Wolf-Hair when she jumped. Luckily, the Guardian was provided more than enough strength to catch the other player and her passenger thanks to him being level 41 and all. It almost felt like he was carrying nothing at all. Heheh, if this quest involves any heavy lifting, then I'm all set. Oxford smiled as Caer patted the weasel, watching Omo flatten his ears to better receive the pets from the Samurai. He rubbed his scalp into her hand whenever she made contact with his fur, maximizing the amount of comfort he got from the Wolf Hair's gesture of affection. "You're welcome." After the samurai had dusted herself off, she began to lead him to their destination. Oxford followed behind, Omo jumping down to run back and forth between the two animal trainers, climbing back up onto the Guardian's shoulder whenever he wore himself out. "You should learn to pace yourself better, buddy." The weasel replied to Oxford's sentiment with a yawn, flicking his vine-wrapped tail into the Guardian's face before settling into a nap. The fur tickled his nose, the Half-Alv wriggling his nose to keep himself from sneezing. Failing at the task, a monsterous sneeze escaped him, drawing the attention of some Landers in the nearby farms. Caer waved to them, a couple of them waving back as Oxford decided to do the same as well. I really hope none of them are in the mood to chat... Apparently, so did Caer, her pace picking up as she led the two of them out of there. The guardian followed closely behind so he didn't lose sight of her, remembering how fast he had lost sight of her once before on the way to a random bar. He almost ran into her when she suddenly stopped, both of them watching as her rabbit companion began to find something about the dirt very interesting. Caer waved to Oxford to follow her as she chased after the rabbit, Oxford giving a quick little wave to the forest pixie before running after the rest of his party. The rabbit's subclass must have been Pathfinder since it had successfully led the party to their destination. In this desert of grass, some thin, healthy-looking trees surrounded a quaint little farm, a welcome sight compared to the all the withered shrubs and growth they had been seeing ever since they arrived. The scene reminded Oxford of a popular farming game series that he played as a kid. As the two arrived, a large woman came bursting out of the house, picking up Caer and swinging her and the forest pixie around in merry circles. As Oxford stood there, feeling a little out of place as the two chatted, he looked around at the farm. An elderly gentleman was watching over the plots, as if he were waiting for the seedlings to pop out of the ground and begin to produce crops. Seeing as how this was a world with working in-game mechanics, that could very well have been a possibility. Oxford watched the soil now, now becoming interested to see if his theory was somewhat right. The mention of "your friend" from the warm Lander lady caused him to turn his head back to the reunion group. He cleared his throat as he introduced himself to her. "Nice to meet you, the name's Oxford. I tagged along with Caer to see if there was anything I could do to help with the farm. Mainly lifting heavy objects or other manual labor. Can do some Scribe work, but I don't know if it's really required for this quest." He could always make a map of the area or something, might come in handy on deciding where to place future crops or where to fence off areas if the Lander ever decided to renovate her farm.

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 1/3
- Map the farm area (Scribe): 0/1
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 0/1
- Gather potatoes
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. Above the lands of Sarum, the blue sky was slowly overcast by greyish clouds, a rare sight in that desolate frontier. Perhaps they were merely passing by, but if they cried upon the parched earth, it would be most welcome. The lander Rose looked up momentarily when she saw a large shadow block the sun which just then was shining brightly upon her farm. The light brown soil became a dark grey when a cloud parked itself right above them. It did not rain just yet though, but due to the thinner winds of Sarum, the clouds which had just moved in all but stopped. It would take a while before they passed, or they could probably empty their tears upon the new frontier. “ A scribe... well, let me see... “ Rose continued her conversation with the adventurers and she was momentarily lost in her thoughts. The woman then pointed to the grey-haired man whose face seemed to be older than what the color of his hair suggested, “ I’ll have you assist my brother then. You ladies, come with me. “ At that, the lander waved to the blacksmith and the forest sprite and they all circled around the thatch hut. Soon after the females and Hrairoo were out of view, the old man walked up to Oxford. He seemed to have pretty good hearing for a lander of his age, but his walk was shaky and his knees buckled. As he approached the young man, the lander raised a hand and weakly waved, and then he opened his barely-toothed mouth to a wide, joyful grin. “ You’ll be helping me eh? “ said the lander who then smacked his lips and threw wayward spit all over the place, “ Name’s George but you can call me... eh, George, I guess? “ The lander glanced at the weasel and then he looked at the guardian once again. George seemed to be thinking of something; any moment now he’d probably give out an actual task. A minute later, nothing. Two minutes later, still nothing. Three minutes... four... on the fifth minute, an idea! The old man’s face lit up and he let out a wise “oho!” “ I know, I know... you see that fence that runs around the farm? “ George pointed at a sufficiently sturdy wooden fence that ran around the small piece of land, “ Put it up myself. Forgot to map it though, not that I’d do well if I tried. I suppose you can work on that? “ Old George then looked over to the thatch hut and was, once again, thoughtful for a full five minutes. After his sleep-standing was done, the lander turned back to Oxford and his pet weasel. For a few moments, the old guy seemed to be ready to speak but he always caught himself as if he thought of something else. Finally, the old man sneezed right on the guardian’s chest. “ Sorry ‘bout that. Slightly allergic to little furry beasts, you see, “ he nodded at Omo, “ Not that I mind him though. A good cuddle with those creatures can be good for the heart. “ The grey-haired lander wiped the snot from his own tired face and royally messed up the front of his shirt. George then motioned towards the thatch hut though in reality, he was referring to a small shed behind it. The wooden shed was not visible from up front, but if Oxford mapped the farm he would be able to see it... probably. “ Also, we need to know which tools are usable or repairable, and which ones are beyond help, “ the lander said before he sneezed again, that second time onto the ground and no longer on the guardian, “ I guess once the little girl’s done with her work, you can ask her for a summary? “ A light breeze made the strands of the old lander’s hair flutter in the wind, and for a moment he seemed like a scarecrow in the middle of some plots of vegetables and seedlings. George fell asleep for a few seconds but he soon came to and just waited patiently for the guardian’s answer. Once that was done, the old man would slowly make his way to the thatch hut for a bit of rest. There was not much within the farm area aside from the plots, the thatch hut which was the temporary home of the sibling Landers, the wooden shed behind the hut and a small animal coop full of what seemed to be chickens. Meanwhile, behind the aforementioned hut, Rose searched the wooden shed for any farming tools that she could find. The last group of adventurers, she explained, consisted of farmers and animal trainers and so they helped her with the farm for a while. Soon they had to do their own thing though and the men brought along with them their personal, workable farm tools which they had used for the farm. Since Rose had not been able to maintain her older tools, they rusted up a bit and some even had obvious dents. That was not good; not good at all. If anything the blacksmith knew that uneven shapes and plating could lead to faster degradation of a tool. In most MMORPGs, the rate of degradation or loss of usability was proportionate to the tool’s level against the level of whatever it was crafting or hitting. In Elder Tale though which had become very realistic, the rate of degradation would have been worsened by the existing dents and scratches on the surface of the farm tools. Initially, Caerbannog was slightly worried that she would have to hike back up to the Sarum Expedition Camp with such a large number of farm tools in tow. Rose revealed right on time that the samurai did not have to worry about smithing tools for just a few steps away from the shed, there sat a small forge which seemed to be in good working order. The lander had enough profit from her last harvest so she went ahead and purchased something that could aid the farm. After the departure of the helpful adventurers, lander knew that the next order of business was to get some proper farm tools. She did not want to throw away what she had though, and so Rose merely purchased a forge that could be used to repair her old farm tools and any other items which she would be able to procure later. The wolf-hair helped the middle-aged woman pull out some of the old farm tools from the shed. A large table beside the mini-forge was clear and ready for a day’s work. The forest sprite also helped with the task though she could only carry the small items, and Caerbannog did not want the baby near any sharp tools anyway. Hrairoo had wandered off to inspect the wooden fence but the rabbit was still sensible enough to stay without the safety of that enclosure. Soon the work table was filled up with various tools and there was just enough room for the blacksmith to do her repair work. The Alraune sat on a high stool while the wolf-hair sat on a lower one so that she could inspect the tools more closely. “ I will fire up the forge and leave you to your work then, “ Rose beamed at the samurai who though lacking in height made up for it by being a diligent worker. The middle-aged woman then stepped towards the forge and put a large amount of coal in it. She then fired it up, first with a small ember but soon enough, the flames licked the insides of the forge. She took care not to overheat the coal though lest fire danced right onto the blacksmith’s face. Rose adjusted the coals’ heat by turning them over until they were all red-hot but not fiery. To her side, the samurai Caerbannog began looking over the gathered tools. In all honesty, the samurai did not think it possible to repair all of those in one sitting, and so she took a mental note of what was urgently needed by the lander. Upon the work table there were two kinds of axes but Rose could probably use just one. A small hand-axe seemed useful for chopping off vegetation or small obstacles while a larger one was obviously a felling axe used for logging. The former had a specific purpose but the latter was more versatile with its usage, and so Caerbannog put the hand-axe further away to the back of the pile of tools while the felling axe was put to the side and would be repaired a little later. There was just one type of scythe; a bit too large to be put on the table so it was set beside the wooden shed instead to avoid any accidents. The blacksmith would also repair it later on. Caerbannog noted all of the items that remained unsorted on the table: a sickle, a pitchfork, three shovels of different lengths, a spade, five trowels, a bucket made of metal and a watering pail of the same material, and lastly there was a cross-cut saw. Although the sickle looked like a mini version of the scythe, it had a different use and could be utilized for clearing vegetation instead of the small hand-axe that the girl already put on the ‘redundant’ pile. The pitchfork’s practicality was notable so the blacksmith put it beside the scythe while the Alraune pulled the shovels side by side. The samurai picked one which was closest to Rose’s height knowing that the woman would probably use it too. A spade was only slightly different from a shovel but hey, why not keep both? It was longer than the shovel which the girl had decided to repair anyway so it could probably be used by a taller or larger Person of the Land or Adventurer. Onto the next items, which the Alraune also neatly arranged; there sat a set of five identical trowels. Caerbannog thought that it would be a bitch to repair all of those but their quantity was acceptable. Those hand tools were made to be used by lots of people who worked together anyway. The rest of the items remained untouched while the blacksmith pulled out her smithing tools. The blue-eyed girl set her anvil up beside the forge and readied it for a day’s work. She put on some special goggles that Rose so kindly left for her, and then Caerbannog hopped back to the work table and grasped the felling axe carefully. In the meantime, the forest sprite stayed away from the sharp edged tools and merely rearranged the trowels to form different patterns. A star, a pentagon, a cross, and the list goes on. On her end, the samurai put the head of the axe into the forge and turned it over a few times until it was visibly hot. She then pulled it out and placed the hot metal onto her anvil upon which she struck the farm tool to even out its surface. After each strike, the wolf-hair raised her hammer over head again and dropped its full weight onto the axe. From behind the thatch hut, a loud clang, clang, clang sound could be heard due to the blacksmith’s work. It soon attracted the Alraune's attention and instead of messing with the arrangement of the trowels again, the little one watched the sparks fly. She was a good distance away from the working girl so she was not hurt, but the samurai still kept an eye on the sprite. After a few more heavy strikes, the surface of the axe was almost as good as new. The woodcrafted handle was still in good condition and so she did not have any recommendations for that. One thing that Caerbannog noticed about her repaired felling axe was that the edge seemed to be dull. After the wolf-hair samurai inspected the tool, she looked around for a sander of some sort and instead found an old grindstone. She placed the felling axe beside her anvil to keep it out of the forest sprite’s reach. The little Alraune helped Caerbannog to pull the grindstone out of the wooden shed within which it was almost so very stuck. The girl then washed the stone to cleanse off any dirt and then she proceeded to use it for her blacksmithing request. Stone against metal, the edge was soon sharp enough to the smith’s eye. She tested the item by using a pile of firewood and found the felling axe able to carry out its purpose. One farm tool done, a whole lot more to go. Caerbannog put the repaired item onto a far corner of the work table to avoid any untoward incidents, and then she sat down to rest a bit. The Alraune heaved herself onto the auntie’s lap and was soon comfortably playing with the arrangement of the trowels once again. WC: 2175 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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THE PHLEGMY FARMER

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 643 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

Oxford turned to look at the graying sky as the Lander began to ponder what tasks she had in store for him. Figuring that he might be doing something physically intensive, he went ahead and began to stretch to get himself all nice and limber. Had he been drinking a beverage of some sort, he would've done a spit-take at the mention of the elderly gentleman being her brother. I could've sworn that was her dad or something... The old man walked towards, surprisingly fast despite his wobbly, buckling legs. Upon arrival, he dispersed a gratuitous amount of spit upon the ground around him, Oxford flinching as he tried not get hit by the spray. He introduced himself as George, but then he told the Guardian he could call him by his nickname which also happened to be George. Oxford would've let out a chuckle, that is, if he wasn't too busy trying to dodge the man's sneezing and spitting fits. "The name's Oxford, but you can call me Ox for short." He decided against offering his hand for a handshake out of fear that he might get a palmful of phlegm instead. Ox noticed that the older farmer gent was glancing at Omo before looking back at him. Oh no, please don't sneeze on him. Do you have any idea how hard it is to give this runt a bath? 5 minutes passed, causing Oxford to wonder if he was thinking about tasks for him to do, or if he was just holding back a massive sneeze. Keep your fingers crossed for the first option. The useless gesture seemed to help as the Lander told him about an area that needed mapping. "Sure, I can take care of that. Anything else that needs done?" The Lander senior looked towards the thatch hut, and then generously donated bits of saliva and snot to Oxford's already green shirt. Oxford cringed as it hit him square in the chest. Do you have any idea how hard it is for ME to take a bath?! He tried not to focus on it as the farmer rattled off another task for Oxford to complete. Something about making a list of tools once the Samurai was done with her smithing duties. "Okay, so mapping and taking inventory. I can get those done pretty quickly." As long as the Guardian decided not to take a nap or anything. George already beat him to it, the old man snoring as he stood up. Oxford, although impressed by this display of power-napping, decided to go ahead and leave him to it. If he stuck around any longer, the man would probably bestow a sneeze of blessing on him and that was one blessing Ox could do without. Pulling out a set of parchment, a quill, and a rag to wipe his shirt down with, the Scribe set out to the edge of the property to start working on the perimeter. Omo jumped off his shoulder and began to climb the thin trees, jumping from limb to limb to keep his master in his sights. A couple leaves would fall as the weasel bounded about, the wind blowing a couple onto Oxford's parchment as he held the quill to the paper. Everytime a leaf would get in his way, he'd look up at the weasel. And everytime he looked at the weasel, the weasel would simply dangle from a limb by his tail, giving him a look as if he were going "U mad, bro?" Acorns dotted the ground beneath him, so every once in awhile, the Guardian would toss one at the weasel. The weasel would respond by smacking it away with its tail. On and on this went as the two made their way around the field, giving Oxford a solid view of the farm's boundaries. Now for the interior.

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 2/3
- Map the farm area (Scribe): 0/1
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 0/1
- Gather potatoes
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. Once the blacksmith felt sufficiently rested, she kissed the Alraune on the forehead and asked to kindly check on the guardian and his pet. So far the forest sprite had not been rude to Oxford so she either knew the other adventure or liked him even a little bit. Caerbannog recalled that even when Capsule told off the sprite for being rude, the Alraune had not said anything mean to Fire Turtle so the samurai figured that the baby was only pissed off by incredibly dunce-like people... like a certain samurai who was afraid of rabbits. The forest sprite sped off with Hrairoo in tow and they quickly found Oxford who was getting harassed by leaves. She stopped a few steps from the adventurer and looked up at the tree; only then did she notice that the weasel was the culprit. For a short while, the sprite and Caerbannog’s frenmic rabbit tried to catch the falling leaves, but they soon remembered their objective. “ Glasses Turtle! “ the Alraune called out to the scribe, “ Speedy Turtle wants to know if you’re okay! “ The samurai was nice to the summon and the summon was nice to the guardian, so by Hrairoo’s logic, the guardian was a friend. And friends get nibbles. The frenmic rabbit hopped towards the scribe, sat himself down in front of Oxford’s right foot and Roo began to nibble on the scribe’s footwear. The Alraune merely giggled at the sight while she waited for Glasses Turtle’s answer or reaction to what she just said. Behind the thatch hut, in front of the wooden shed, Caerbannog continued her smithing works. She moved on to the smallest tools in the collection so that they could be put away, and it included the harvesting sickle, the trowels, a bucket and a watering pail. Unlike the axe which had a thick, sturdy wooden handle which could withstand the heat of the forge, the blacksmith had to remove the sickle blade from the wooden part so that the latter would not get burned. She removed the screw which attached the tool’s blade to the handle and then she set aside the wooden part. Using a pair of blacksmith tongs, the wolf-hair ran the sickle blade through the red-hot forge momentarily and then she proceeded to repair it by bringing down her hammer against the hot metal. Since it was a smaller tool than the axe, the process took only a few hit on each side so as not to affect the serrated blade too much. That was soon quenched, polished and reunited with its body, the wooden handle, and soon the harvesting sickle seemed to be as good as new. Onto the next item, or items, Caerbannog placed the trowels side by side and inspected the damage to them. Only two of the tools had damage that actually needed repairing, with one having a tip gone too bent out of shape. The wolf-hair ran the trowels through the forge so that she could work on them without much resistance, and that took a very short time to do. She could have melted the things if she left them there for long. She then began to hammer away the dents on the trowels, one was tended to as soon as the other was finished and put to the side. WC: 555 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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INTERIOR DESIGN

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 778 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

After playing acorn baseball with Omo for a while, he tucked his scribe untensils into the pockets of his jacket. Oxford let out the short chirping whistle he used to call his pet back to his shoulder, seeing two small figures playing with some of the leaves. Turns out the leaf-playing perpetrators were Caer's rabbit and adopted daughter. Omo, seeing them having a fun time, jumped from the tree onto Oxford's shoulder, then jumped to the ground and played with the two. Oxford laughed to himself as he watched the three of them play, Omo seeming to make quick friends with the two new arrivals. The forest pixie suddenly stopped, as if she had suddenly remembered something important she had to do. Alraune then called out to Oxford, telling him that 'Speedy Turtle' wanted to know if he was okay. The Guardian stood there for a moment, realizing that the oxymoronic nickname was referring to the Samurai. He replied in kind to the Alraune, adding a question of his own while he was at it. "I'm doing fine! How's Speedy Turtle doing?" It was then that he noticed that a brown Frenmic Rabbit was nibbling on his boots. He chuckled and crouched down, careful not to move his boot. He tentavily petted the rabbit at first, careful not to scare him before giving him a scratch between the ears. Omo, seeing that pets were being administered to domesticated animals, ran back to the Guardian, putting his front paws on Oxford's left boot as he looked up expectantly at his master. "Alright, alright. You can have some pets too." He gave Omo the usual rub, a hearty rub on the scalp, a stroke to smooth its fur down, and then a scratch underneath his chin. After pets had been divvied out to the two parties, Oxford stood up and stretched for a little bit, ready to get on with the interior mapping of the farm. He waved goodbye to the Alraune and gave Roo one last pat before heading back to the farmhouse, with Omo in tow. The weasel gave them one last look, waving his tail as if he were saying goodbye to his new buddies. The first item on Oxford's list of things to map were the fields. Making sure his quill had enough ink, he pressed the pen to the parchment, a big rectangular area was soon added inside the boundaries he'd already put in. He wrote 'Crop Fields' inside the newly drawn area, adding in a little drawing of a scarecrow to help spice up the dull looking rectangle. Then he found himself scratching in makeshift rows of crops, drawing little sprouts poking out of the dirt. That should be enough to sate the detailed-oriented Scribe's obsessions for now. Moving onto the house, he pressed the quill to the parchment a second time, an outline of the house now showing up not too far from where the fields were situated. Smaller line segments appeared on the inside of the outline, automatically drawing the boundaries for the different rooms of the house. Kind of like he was making a photocopy of the house's blueprints. As he walked around to the back of the house, he went ahead and included the clumps of trees on the map. It might not serve any real purpose, but you never know. The brother and sister might suddenly want to go into the lumberjacking business. Most likely not. Oh well. He now found himself face-to-entrance with the thatch-roof shed, hearing the familiar sounds of hammering and clanking coming from inside. Ah, she's still working. Probably best for me to stay out here until she finishes up. After getting the final building on the map, he folded it and tucked it neatly into his inventory. He thought about giving the map directly to old man George himself. No way, he might accidentally use the thing as a handkerchief if he got into one of his sneezing fits. Looking around, he found a good tree to relax against until Caer was done banging things inside the shed. He put his hands behind his head as he took a seat against the shady tree and closed his eyes. Knowing that the Samurai would probably be done soon, he made sure not to drift off this time. Yes, his eyes were closed, but they were closed as he listened to the sound of the wind ruffle the leaves and whip its way through the shrubs and bushes. A wind chime would be perfect for this house. Omo, however, had already fallen asleep. He snored peacefully as the clanking sound of iron-on-iron resounded throughout the yard.

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 5/3
- Map the farm area (Scribe): 1/1
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 0/1
- Gather potatoes
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. “ Speedy Turtle is doing things behind there! “ was the Alraune’s reply as she pointed at the thatch hut, “ She’s a-okay! “ After the enjoyable frolic with Oxford’s pet weasel, the forest sprite picked up the brown frenmic rabbit and off they went to Auntie. The girl had just begun to work on the bucket and the watering pail, both of which needed no dip into the forge. She merely took a small hammer to remove the dents on the items and a metal polisher was applied to them for protection and to make them look slightly new. To the blacksmith’s relief, neither had any holes or dents which were beyond basic repair. With that done, she put those two things on the ‘finished’ side of the work table. When Caerbannog turned to inspect the remaining tools which were by far the largest that she had to work with, she noted that the scythe and crosscut saw were too big to fit in Rose’s forge. She kept it away in the shed to avoid any untoward incidents and would just bring up that issue later on. The pitchfork was far too rusted to be worked on, so that was another thing that the girl stuffed back into the shed. The shovel and the spade were still workable, and so the blacksmith detached them from their handles and set to work on the metal parts. Though slightly identical, the items were of different sizes so she had to work with each one separately and while keeping in mind the shape and width of the metal component. The loud clanging of the blacksmith’s work finally woke up the slumbering George. At about the same time, Rose, who had gone off to pick some firewood, returned to the farm. She set her gathered items beside the tool shed and far from the fire, while also noting the amount of tools that the girl had finished. So reliable, she thought. Her brother who’d been curled up in a small bed at a dark corner of the hut had gone unnoticed by the scribe when he checked its interior. George had actually been so curled up that now he found it difficult to stretch his back, and so the old man walked like a tipping C. “ Oho, almost done? “ the old man asked once he saw Caerbannog’s work. “ Almost... and... there! “ the blacksmith exclaimed as she finished re-attaching the spade and shovel to their respective handles, “ Scythe and saw too big for forge, and pitchfork too rusted for repair. “ “ Ah, is that so? I’ll have to take those tools all the way to Londenium, I guess, “ Rose nodded. She gave the wolf-hair a gentle pat on the head before the little one turned to put out the red-hot forge. “ Wait here... “ George then turned around and yelled, surprisingly loudly for such a seemingly fragile person, “ OOOOOOOOOOX! TIME FOR INVENTORY! “ Rose snickered at what her older brother did. When they were younger, he’d always been so loud; apparently, age would not stop him from doing things similarly. If that did not wake up the scribe, George would walk around the farm until he found the young man and he would shake the guardian with his snot-covered hands until Oxford woke up. Behind the thatch hut, Caerbannog waited patiently as she sat on a stool with the forest sprite on her lap, and Hrairoo, in turn, on the sprite’s lap. WC: 585 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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PHLEGM FINGERS STRIKES AGAIN

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 553 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

The sound of clanking metal suddenly stopped and was replaced by the sounds of people talking. Ah, sounds like she's finished. A loud yell emanated from the shed, startling the Guardian who in turn startled the napping weasel. Omo jumped onto Oxford's head, gripping the Half-Alv's hair tightly as his furry little head looked this way and that, trying to divine where the obnoxiously loud noise had come from. Probably the incredibly fast-walking older gentleman prone to sneezing fits? He got up from his spot at the tree, Omo still clinging to his head like some sort of weasel hat as George gripped him by the shoulders and shook him vigourously. "I know, I know. I was just on my way over there." He tried not to think about how much snot George had graciously donated to his jacket. He noticed Caerbannog sitting next to the thatch hut as he made his way to the shed, the Alraune sitting on her lap with Roo sitting on hers. It was like they were a living set of Russian nesting dolls. Before he headed inside, he pulled a spare apple out of his pouch, handing it to the samurai as he began to enter the shed. "Here you go. Allie and Roo played for a bit, so they're probably a little hungry." Yes, he made up a nickname for the Alraune. If he could be called Glasses Turtle, then why couldn't she be called Allie? A cute name for a cute forest pixie. Looking around the room, Oxford saw a wide variety of farm tools on display. The ones Caer had fixed were arranged neatly in one pile, a rusted set of tools in another. Clearing off a spot at a workbench, he pulled out the materials needed to create the inventory list. Some parchment, a quill, and two bottles of ink (one black, one red) were set upon the table. Taking the quill, the Scribe dipped the tip of it in the bottle of black ink and began to scribble down a list of tools that were repaired or already in good condition. His hand seemed to move like a blur, the game system assisting him in his progress of filling out the document. After rubbing the quill tip on a random old rag lying around, he repeated the process again with the rusted tools. He went ahead and wrote down the costs for repairs next to each tool, totaling the cost at the end of the list. After completing the list, he unfolded the map he had made previously and handed both of the requested scribe items to Rose. "There we go, all done. I've gone ahead and included estimations about the costs of tool repairs as a bonus." He packed up all his items into his pockets once again, shaking hands with cheerful Lander and said goodbye to George, trying to avoid getting any more mucus on his person. No go, the older man just laughed and gave Oxford a hearty slap on the shoulder. Oxford stepped out of the shed and back onto the farmland, waiting for Caer and the others as he wiped the old Lander's snot off of his jacket. He let out a sneeze in the process. Man, I hope I'm not catching whatever it is he had...

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 5/3
- Map the farm area (Scribe): 1/1
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 1/1
- Gather potatoes: 0/1
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp: 0/1

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. “ Aridesu, “ Caerbannog thanked Oxford for the apple which she then handed over to the sprite, who in turn happily munched on it while Roo took little bites as well. After the scribe finished his inventory work, Rose gestured for the guardian, the samurai and Caer’s children to follow her to the front part of the farm. The woman walked over to a plot full of greens but it did not look like lettuce or anything similar. Roo, who escaped from the clutches of the Alraune, sniffed at the greens and almost immediately, he sneezed. “ Oh no! Potatoes! “ Caerbannog warned Hrairoo and the frenmic rabbit hopped back to his tamer. “ Yes, potatoes. I need them delivered to the camp but my brother’s too old to do it properly, and I’m too, erm, well-endowed so everything kind of spills over when I try to bend down, “ Rose then laughed heartily at her own joke, which wasn’t completely a joke. She did seem as if she’d spill everything out from her clothes at any moment. The samurai, of course, complied even though it was not her line of work. She let the forest sprite run off somewhere with Hrairoo since the frenmic rabbit might get a bad reaction from the plants that Caerbannog had to handle. The wolf-hair rolled up her sleeves and using nothing but a stick that Rose provided to loosen the ground, she pulled up the tubers one by one, careful not to damage any of them. The lander momentarily went into the thatch hut and when she returned to the samurai’s side, the girl had dug up a whole row already. Maybe it had something to do with her being a wolf-hair? “ You can put it in here, sweetie, “ the middle-aged lander stated as she set a wooden crate beside the diminutive girl who nodded enthusiastically at the woman. After that, the lander went back into the thatch hut to begin preparing dinner which was probably not too good since she did not have Chef as her subclass. Caerbannog did not care so much for anything but her task which was to pull out the potatoes from the ground and put it in the crate. By and by though, red patches appeared on the girl’s skin but she barely noticed. The adventurer did scratch at the itchy rashes but she thought nothing of it. By the time that the crate was half full, Caerbannog had an itchy blush on her face, red patches on her neck and all over her forearms. One quick look at the potatoes would reveal that they were not the usual Elder Tales potatoes which were ‘programmed’ to not cause an allergic reaction on adventurers; rather it was actually something that an adventuring farmer ‘created’ from regular potatoes and some noxious plant. The telltale sign was the purplish color of the potato skin. If asked about the offending plant, Rose would explain just that. The samurai still had not noticed what was happening to her, but she did stop at some point to see how Oxford was doing. WC: 520 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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BRING IN THE BEES, BECAUSE I'VE GOT HIVES

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - Comfy Jacket Green Shirt Scribe Tools SKILLS - None Active - Words: 533 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

Aw, yeah. Physical labor, that was sure to wake up the drowsy Guardian and his slumbering companion. He walked alongside Caer as Rose motioned for the small group to follow her to the fields. Oxford went ahead and did some arm stretches as they walked to limber up. Don't need to be pulling a muscle, now...although, if Oxford did manage to pull a muscle in performing the simple task of uprooting potatoes, that would be pretty pathetic. He removed his jacket and dumped it on Omo, who now became a wriggling jacket lump that wandered around the various potato plants. The sleeves flopped around in the dirt as the weasel blindly stumbled across the garden, the leafy potato plants rattling to indicate which one he managed to walk into. As long as he didn't start munching on the plants, Omo should be fine. Oxford crouched down at the next row of potato plants and began pulling the starchy-filled roots out of the ground, giving them a hearty shake to remove as much of the loose dirt as he could. The process reminded Oxford of him helping out his mother with in the family garden back home. Not a little pathetic blob of dirt with a plant or two growing out of it, but a full-fledged plot of land. Tilling the soil was a total pain in the ass during the hot summer days, but that was then. This is now, and the now involved tossing the picked potato plants into the crate that Rose had graciously provided for the two. Each clump the guardian tossed towards the crate sailed in a majestic parabolic arc, landing inside the crate with an audible thump. Potatoes were a tough breed of vegetable, so they should be able to withstand the rough-housing Oxford was dealing towards them. After tossing his entire row of harvested potatoes into the crate, he dusted off his hands and came to notice that they were all red and itchy. It'd even managed to get on his arms as well. After wiping at beads of moisture on his forehead, that too would eventually become red and itchy. Also, a stray potato lied next to Oxford's foot. He picked up the lone spud seperatist and examined it, noticing that it had a bit of a purple tinge to it. Was that normal for potatoes? After asking the well-endowed farmer lady about it, another question escaped Oxford's lips. "Are these even safe for player consumption?" That part about the potato plant being cross-pollinated with a noxious plant caused him to worry a little bit. It'd be bad to poison the whole camp with a crate full of toxic tubers. He tossed the loner into the crate with the other spuds, forcing it to socialize with its fellow potato peers. He looked to see how Caer was doing and found himself in a momentary staring contest with her. She suffered the same fate as Oxford, her hands and arms, even parts of her face and neck, were covered in the same blotchy red patches as the Half-Alv's. He tried not to scratch at his arms as he began to work on the next row of potatoes.

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 5/3
- Map the farm area (Scribe): 1/1
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 1/1
- Gather potatoes: 1/1
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp: 0/1

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. “ Uwaaaa! Your face! “ Caerbannog pointed at Oxford, at which point she also noticed the redness on her limbs, “ Uwaaa! My arms! “ The lander Rose then let out a hearty laugh and handed over some medicinal cream in a small round container to the scribe. “ Those potatoes are very edible and safe, we’ve been eating it for a few months now, “ she said, “ A bit tough on first-timer workers though. If you work long enough with it, like my brother and me, you’ll develop a resistance I reckon. “ The samurai thought it odd that things such as allergies and resistances worked that way in what was supposedly a game, but then again Elder Tale was her new reality. Caerbannog threw her little fists up in the air as a show of determination, and then she went back to working on the rows of spuds. No allergic reaction was going to get in the way of her completing an objective! And so the pair toiled under the hot Sarum sun in a place that they barely knew and for people who barely knew them. But so far, the samurai had known Rose to be an honest and kind lander, so she did not think for a moment that the spuds would do anyone actual harm aside from the itchiness. Row after row, the guardian and the samurai worked until the crate was full and at that point, although there were still some rows of potatoes left, George appeared and motioned for them to stop. “ That’ll do, Pig, that’ll do, “ the man quoted a line from a famous movie; coincidence? With the crate of potatoes ready, all the pair needed to do was to take it up to the Sarum camp where a bunch of lander cooks with special gloves were ready to deal with the spuds. As for Caerbannog, she snatched the medicated cream from the guardian’s grasp or pulled out from wherever it was, and then she began applying the thing on the red patches on her skin. But she was NOT rude, so the samurai also applied the medicine onto itchy patches on Oxford before returned the container to him and called her kids over for the trip back to the camp. WC: 375 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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WHAT A CRATE DAY

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - (Dirty) Comfy Jacket Green Shirt Scribe Tools SKILLS - None Active - Words: 591 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

Oxford gratefully accepted the medicated cream from the Lander, thanking her as he tucked it into his inventory for the time being. It'd be better to apply the cream once the chore of pulling potatoes was finished. Otherwise, he'd have to apply another coating of the stuff once all was said and done, and that'd just be annoying. Oxford absent-mindedly scratched at his arms before taking his spot at tne next row, not stopping until him and Caer were finished with the entire field. He leaned backwards to stretch out his back, hearing a couple of loud cricks and pops sound out as he did so. Hope that doesn't mean I'm getting old... Forgetting how easily the itchness spread, he pulled up his shirt to scratch his back. He could feel the itchy blotchiness spread up his backside, making him feel like he needed to rub his back against a cactus or something to get it to subside. He thought about blaming his itchiness on the Landers, but that was thought was quickly shot down. It wasn't their fault that the two didn't have a tolerance built up towards the spuds. Oxford pulled out the medicated cream, ready to smear the stuff all over him. He looked at Caer, her blotches seeming to be more red and scratchy-looking than his. Ladies first, after all. No sooner had the Half-Alv taken the lid off the cream, the Wolf Hair had already snatched it out of his hand, and spread it all over her itchy places. The guardian waited patiently for her to finish, then found himself blushing when he realized that the girl was now rubbing the cream on his itchy spots. He crouched down so she could reach his face better, tucking his glasses away as she performed the rub. He stuck his finger into the cream and put a dab of it on the tip of Caer's nose with a mischievious grin. "Missed a spot." He let out a little laugh as he saw how the Samurai reacted to his antics. After the Samurai had graciously the cream on all his blotches, Oxford recieved the container from her, and in turn gave it back to the Lander. Not seeing a jacket lump running around anywhere, he let out a chirp-like whistle to call Omo back to his shoulder. The noticable shape of his jacket fell from a branch from one of the nearby trees, Omo landing on top of it with a yip. He took the hood of the jacket in his mouth, the cloth swaying as the pet ran towards his master. Omo dropped it at the Guardian's feet, jumping onto Ox's shoulder when he bent over to retrieve the dirty piece of fabric. He shook it a couple times to get the dust and leaves off of before carrying it underneath his arm. This thing's going to need a good scrubbing down later... As for the crate, the Guardian hefted it up to his shoulder with his free arm. It weighed a little bit more than nothing, but still, a relatively simple task. Thank you smexy level 41 bod. The potatoes bounced around in the crate with every step the Guardian took, the two beginning the long walk back to where the merchant from before had left them at. Images of tasty potato foods danced in Oxford's mind as his stomach began to rumble. Had the potatoes been a little less prone to causing allergic reactions, he probably would've pulled one out and start munching on the tuber.

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 5/3
- Map the farm area (Scribe): 1/1
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 1/1
- Gather potatoes: 1/1
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp: 0/1

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. “Ueee~“ the samurai winced when Oxford dabbed some of the thing on her nose; she was used to making people uncomfortable, not the other way around. Nevertheless, they were on to continue their duties though and once the potatoes were secure in the crate and the forest sprite went up to Caerbannog with the rabbit in her arms, the little party bade farewell to the landers. Soon they were on their way out of that small farm a short way off the main road up to the expedition camp. The weather was still unforgivingly hot even with the grey clouds which settled over the desolate lands. Fortunately, the scribe and the blacksmith’s work day was not ruined by sudden rainfall; not yet at least. By the time that Oxford and Caerbannog reached the road to the camp, it was busier than it was before. It was nothing like a highway during rush hour though; just with more people going to the camp or back to the wilds. Due to the busyness of other adventurers, they barely noticed the tall guardian and his potatoes, or the little samurai and her forest sprite in a potato sack, or the frenmic rabbit and the weasel which were both usually enemy mobs. It was shaping up to be a quiet walk, perhaps a bit awkward, so Caerbannog mustered up all the strength left in her brain cells to actually start a conversation. “Sooo...“ she looked up at Oxford as they walked on, “What do scribes do?“ WC: 255 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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SCRITCH-SCRACH CHIT-CHAT

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - (Dirty) Comfy Jacket Green Shirt Scribe Tools SKILLS - None Active - Words: 401 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

The Guardian adjusted the crate of potatoes that he held on his shoulder, wriggling his other one when Omo climbed up on it. Guhhh...whenever we get back to the guild hall, I think'll act like one of these potatoes. Take root underneath the covers of my bed, and if someone wants me, they'll have to pull me out. Clouds began to form overhead, but the heat was still stifling. It was like someone throwing an ice cube into a raging fire to put it out: a thoughtful effort, but a useless one. The potato-picking pair found themselves back on the road that they had traveled before to get to the farm, only this time there were quite a few more people compared to earlier. Adventurers and Landers milled about the road, Oxford taking care not to bump into anyone. Partially to avoid dropping the crate of potatoes, but mainly to avoid having conversations with any of them. Luckily, none of them paid the two much mind, the sounds of conversation and busy-street sounding things all joining together to make the usual undiscernible jibberjabber you hear at any small gathering. Oxford thought he felt a drop of rain on his nose after he heard the small Samurai's question about what it was scribes did. The Guardian readjusted his grip on the potato crate before replying. "Well, back when everything was a game, all scribes mainly were used for was to gather map data. But as for now, I'm still not really sure." He scratched his head with his free hand as he tried to think of some things that scribes were really needed for. Man, if only Scoria was here. He probably would've already crafted a book on the subject for her already. "Besides maps, we can also draw up contracts, but sadly, I don't really know how they work. I've been too busy with other projects to sit down and figure it out. Some of the ideas the other scribes have come up with are pretty neat." If asked about what kinds of things they were exactly, Oxford would happily reply, but right now, he felt like he was rambling too much and decided to stop it there for now. Now it was Ox's turn to ask a question. "Okay, I've got one for you: If you liked cooking so much, why did you suddenly decide to switch to a Blacksmith?"

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Sarum Expedition Crafting Mission

We need crafters to work on various tasks
relating to equipment and item maintenance.
Frontliners need potions
and their weapons, armor, accessories repaired.
The camp will require maintenance of machinery
and wooden structuring.
Chefs and brewers are needed
to keep everyone's morale up.
Your contribution toward this task
will be rewarded adequately.

NPC: Rose

List of Objectives:

To be completed for the guild Aeryn -
- Repair farm tools (Blacksmith): 5/3
- Map the farm area (Scribe): 1/1
- An inventory of usable tools (Scribe): 1/1
- Gather potatoes: 1/1
- Deliver a crate of potatoes to Sarum camp: 1/1

Participants:
[Scribe] @0x1dea Lv13
[Blacksmith] @dindeen Lv1

SubclassBlacksmithToolsSmithing Tools SkillHeatsinkRecipe-None. Repair only.- TagsParty list. As the pair walked on towards the camp, Caerbannog had to keep her eye on the road. It wasn’t because she was driving, or that she’d walk over anyone; rather, it was because people did not seem to avoid her at all. If she did not move out of their way, they’d probably run her over with their carts and things. The samurai gave the Alraune a piggyback ride and she put Roo on her own head to keep them out of harm’s way and soon, instead of walking beside the guardian, they ended up behind him so that they could stay out of people’s way. “Is that why you write a lot on your notebook? For projects?” Caerbannog asked Oxford as she walked right behind him. When the way ahead seemed clear enough or rather had less people who could run the girl over, she skipped over to the guardian’s left side and resumed walking beside him. He already said quite a bit about scribes and contracts and such which did sound interesting, and notably he said something about ‘when everything was a game’. Was he a veteran player like Ryuu? Caerbannog knew next to nothing about the game aside from what she saw on the intro and the character creation screen when she started playing, because she’d never picked up Elder Tale until the UK server was launched. But then her mind drifted away from that thought because Oxford asked a most relevant question. “Blacksmith? Because...” the samurai then frowned a most sour frown. The question seemed to displease her but in reality, it was her answer that made the girl grimace, “Because. Necessary. No knows blacksmith for good equipment. Wants to cook though.” Once the samurai and the guardian arrived at the camp, the grey clouds began to empty their tears upon the desolate frontier. Merchants scrambled to cover up their wares, and crafters put away the contents of their stalls. “There!” Caerbannog pointed to a large tent which contained the mess hall in which she’d worked for before alongside Capsule. Some landers equipped with thick gloves were right outside it peeling some of the purplish potatoes. They were probably looking forward to a new delivery of the things since their stack of potatoes was way too small already. WC: 380 || Code by Neun of ET. Artwork by Taamo.

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SINGIN' IN THE RAIN

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - (Wet) Comfy Jacket (Wet) Green Shirt Scribe Tools SKILLS - None Active - Words: 515 Tags: @dindeen Notes: --

Noticing that the Samurai had taken up a defensive position behind him, Oxford's brow would furrow a little more every time a careless Adventurer or Lander would come their way and bump into them. At one point, the Guardian had to literally move a cart out of the way because some beligerant merchant had left the bloody thing sitting there in the middle of the road. Another drop of rain plinked against Oxford's head as they continued their walk. "Yeah, scribblin' in a notebook has been one of those weird idiosyncracies of mine. Back in the real world when I played on my homeland's server, I'd use it to keep track of monster stats and future objectives. Stuff like that." He pulled out the leatherbound notebook he carried with him, giving it a thousand-yard stare as memories from times before came trickling back to him. A dungeon run involving a cake delivery and ravenously hungry goblins. A fishing trip that turned into an underwater boss battle when a party member got pulled under. The day he got his green shirt from one of his best friends and then everyone called him 'Shamroxford', thinking that the green would bring them luck. "Even in the game world, old habits die hard." He gave a half-smile as he tucked the notebook back into his pouch, trying not to focus too much on those bittersweet moments from another time. The past should be left in the past. Now it was Caer's turn to answer Oxford's earlier question, the Samurai delivering it in her usual vernacular of being short, sweet, and concise. The part about there not being a lot of people who had a good Blacksmith stat surprised the Guardian. "Seems like that one would be one of the more popular crafting class choices." The familiar tents of the Sarum campgrounds came into view. Perfect timing, as the dam of rainclouds broke in the sky, drenching the area with a generous downpour. Oxford heard Caer's exclamation at finding the drop point, the two of them moving a little quicker to get out of the rain. Landers were already peeling their meager supply of potatoes, each one wearing a nice thick pair of gloves. Probably to prevent their hands from breaking out in the red, itchy rashes that the Half-Alv and Wolf Hair were sporting. With a grunt, Oxford lowered the crate and set it gently on the countertop, handing it to the first Lander that came up to recieve the bounty of freshly-picked crops. After knowing that the crate was in good gloved hands, Oxford walked out from the canopy of the tent and took a shower in the rain. Shower in this case meaning standing outside and looking up at the rain. The Guardian stood there, letting the cool water hit his warm, sweating face, enjoying how refreshing, and almost rejuvenating, it felt. Omo, being a creature covered in fur, stayed inside with the other Animal Trainer. The weasel tilted his head as if wondering why his master would want to go outside and purposely get himself wet.

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