Easier than Reality. [Crafting/Solo]

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half-alv, sorcerer.

For once, the quiet green-haired was finally somewhere other than the cathedral or the fields, in her left hand a key to an inn room instead (the cheapest she could find). She had done enough fooling around, or so she believed, thus the new goal of spending the day away trying to make something.

A walk to the library had wounded up with her stumbling upon a book full of recipes for crafting, how to do it, the ingredients needed – they were all written in there and Vrayne knew that this could prove useful to her the moment she turned to a page about how to craft Parchment Paper, Basic Contract and what not and in a moment of excitement, she checked the book out and headed off to buy the ingredients listed for the items she’d like to make, which all now lied on the bed of her room ready to be used.

Vrayne isn’t quite sure if she would be able to do this correctly though. As she what she always stressed whenever someone would question about her lack of skills in playing Elder Tale, she wasn’t at all a long-time gamer of MMORPGs and all she is a master of is aiming gun and pulling triggers. No. Vrayne growled, bringing her hands up to slap herself on the cheeks twice, to wake herself up and pull herself out of her trance and to finally get started with this. She unzipped the zipper of her purple hoodie and threw it off at the unoccupied spot of the bed, the sleeves of her red jacket now rolled up to her elbows and hair securely tied up in a ponytail.

It was time to start.

❝Let’s see… Three old paper needed.❞ She held the book with her left hand as she gathered the papers with her other, giving a glance at the book again once she had made sure that she got three as written. Pulling out the deep, rectangular tray she had borrowed from the front desk (her being a courtesan was finally put into good use, managing to smoothly talk the manager about letting her use it for “research”, as how she put it), she placed the book down on the wooden table in the middle of her room, walking inside the bathroom after to fill the tray up with water and soak the papers with it. Once soaked enough, she does the rest of the instructions until all that was left to do was to wait for it to dry up, Vrayne’s green-eyes slightly wider than usual in surprise as she stared at the item before her and – she’s done it. A goofy grin grew on her face, something she definitely wouldn’t ever wear in front of someone else.

She did it.

Item: (1) Parchment Paper
Materials Used: (3) Old Paper

t: x || wc: 473 || notes: first time  for science e v e

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half-alv sorcerer.

Next in line was called a Quill Pen, one of the most important things a scribe should have because what would they be without a pen? Sure, paper is also important, of course it is, but with a pen you can write on anything if wise enough, yet obviously you can’t write on papers using rocks. Done with arguing with her own thoughts, Vrayne picked the book up again to read the instructions written for Quill Pen. One old quill and two old ink needed, right.

Grabbing the materials from her bed, she sat down on what almost resembled a study table at the foot of her bed to work there, the book placed on the wooden surface vertically with it resting against the beige wall for support. “Alright, let’s do this.” Once again, she had received another item from the People of the Land after explaining to them her situation, utterly thankful for their kindness and for the passive ability handed to her that makes her somehow charismatic when it was already known that she lacked communication skills towards other people. Now and then she would stutter, but then all of a sudden words would come out of her mouth more naturally and smoothly as though somebody else had taken over her body and – it was amazing.

The sides of the feather was also trimmed to her liking, so she could give it a better grip as she writes and to give it a much better shape than it did before. It was amazing how easily she could do things within the game, the feeling of pathetic-ness that she had always felt in real-life slowly casting away and the confidence within her building up more and more. Perhaps she would come to like this game a lot more after all. Maybe even more than how much she loved first-person shooters.

Dipping the quill pen into the ink, she uses an old paper to write on, carefully making the strokes for the Japanese character of her favourite artist’s name back in real life, having missed talking and writing the language with her friends online and sometimes, with her mother especially when she hasn’t uttered a single Japanese word at all ever since she had wounded up in Elder Tale as Vrayne. Done with the name, the half-Japanese looked at the paper with a satisfied smile on her face. 渡辺美優紀, it said, and it was written well, if she dares say so herself. ❝I suppose we’re done with this one, too.❞

Item: (1) Quill Pen
Materials used: (1) Old Quill, (2) Old Ink

tagged: x || word count: 425 || notes: weaboo Vrayne

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