Post by Worldμ on Mar 19, 2016 22:33:16 GMT
One of the cardinal rules for all MMORPGs was to level up, and the other was to gain as much money as possible. The latter was an obvious goal within the game, but the latter objective served to make it easier to achieve the former. Of course, becoming rich wasn’t really on top of Akira’s list of things to do.
Reading the manual and guidelines for Elder Tale, he remembered that his Subclass [Scribe] opened doors for a more business oriented game play. Among the many Crafting subclasses however, the Scribe provided the least popular products for sale. After all, Elder Tale already had a built in map for all players and no would ever choose a measly quill over a sword or a wand. There weren’t many things that a Scribe could sell to make profit. But Akira had chosen this subclass for his own reasons.
At Worldμ’s current level, the only recipes available were simple crafts, such as quills, parchment paper and what not. Most of the recipes required a Quill, while others required Parchment. It would be better to start small, since he was new at this, and for the moment, he would have to find someplace for him to work properly.
The St. Pancras station was the perfect way to start.
An abandoned train station whose railways were no longer function. It was old and rundown, with most of the metallic components of the station dyed red in corrosive rust. There weren’t many people in the station, but as far he could see, many of them were engrossed in their own world, busy with some manner of craft.
It was very early in the morning, and there already some, like him, probably wanting to finish early. Guess I’m one of the responsible few, Akira complimented himself. The sorceress scanned the station for any space that available where he could craft in peace. Most of spots with good lighting had already been taken, where the light broke through the eroded ceiling of the station.
Although against his better judgement, Worldμ settled down on spot right in the middle of the station. He felt exposed and quite bare, without having a wall to lean on. The sorceress made a note himself to arrive even earlier the next time. She moved dust away with her feet raising some clouds, which she waved away from her face.
Once clean, she sat down … and after a momentary lapse of silence, she laughed out loud, her chiming laughter echoing throughout the abandoned station. Akira muffled the sound of her own laughter, by placing two hands on her mouth. The many people who stared at her slowly went back to their own work.
Akira had no idea how to start crafting. After taking a few deep breaths and calming, she curiously scanned around her, hoping to take a peek at how things were done. It’s not like he had any materials to start with, and the sorceress was having a hard time getting around the idea of producing something out of empty air.
She thought back on how to perform skills, and the difference between selecting them on the menu, and actually performing the moves needed to execute the skill. However, to craft something, you would at least need raw materials.
So to create a Quill, he’d need a feather, and Parchment would require… leaves? He thought to himself pensively. Akira decided to pack his things momentarily and ask around his immediate vicinity, which led him to explore other people’s spaces. There were many crafters who allowed themselves to be disturbed, but others were much less willing to be distracted. Most of these people who were kind enough to be asked if they had something sharp and a feather to spare, had only her avatar’s body in mind. It was during these times that he realized how different one was treated based on appearances. She smiled and shied away from them.
There was one person who the necessary materials to spare, and for a very cheap price, Akira managed to garner some feathers and a rock with a sharp edge. Although she felt accomplished, the sorceress’ work had just begun, and instead of going back to the open space, she decided to occupy an empty workshop where she’d be able to craft comfortably.
“This should work fine… after a lot of dusting, mopping, cleaning and refurbishing.” She waved away dust clouds after moving the chair, which only scattered the dark clouds away, and against her will, Akira used her hands to wipe away the sand and dust away from the table she decided to use.
“And done.”
He actually didn’t know how to begin with creating a Quill, but using common sense, he would probably have to sharpen the tip of the feather. The feather was completely white, and very pretty to look at. Akira run her fingers through the hairs of the feather.
It’d be best if we followed the curve of the feather… He thought pensively.
There were a few failures on his first tries, and even damaged himself, getting cut on his fingers but that was fine. After few hours of struggling not to break the feather, Akira successfully created a Quill. She checked the status and it was only Level 1, but he felt accomplished, looking at the pen.
But Akira was only getting started.
Reading the manual and guidelines for Elder Tale, he remembered that his Subclass [Scribe] opened doors for a more business oriented game play. Among the many Crafting subclasses however, the Scribe provided the least popular products for sale. After all, Elder Tale already had a built in map for all players and no would ever choose a measly quill over a sword or a wand. There weren’t many things that a Scribe could sell to make profit. But Akira had chosen this subclass for his own reasons.
At Worldμ’s current level, the only recipes available were simple crafts, such as quills, parchment paper and what not. Most of the recipes required a Quill, while others required Parchment. It would be better to start small, since he was new at this, and for the moment, he would have to find someplace for him to work properly.
The St. Pancras station was the perfect way to start.
An abandoned train station whose railways were no longer function. It was old and rundown, with most of the metallic components of the station dyed red in corrosive rust. There weren’t many people in the station, but as far he could see, many of them were engrossed in their own world, busy with some manner of craft.
It was very early in the morning, and there already some, like him, probably wanting to finish early. Guess I’m one of the responsible few, Akira complimented himself. The sorceress scanned the station for any space that available where he could craft in peace. Most of spots with good lighting had already been taken, where the light broke through the eroded ceiling of the station.
Although against his better judgement, Worldμ settled down on spot right in the middle of the station. He felt exposed and quite bare, without having a wall to lean on. The sorceress made a note himself to arrive even earlier the next time. She moved dust away with her feet raising some clouds, which she waved away from her face.
Once clean, she sat down … and after a momentary lapse of silence, she laughed out loud, her chiming laughter echoing throughout the abandoned station. Akira muffled the sound of her own laughter, by placing two hands on her mouth. The many people who stared at her slowly went back to their own work.
Akira had no idea how to start crafting. After taking a few deep breaths and calming, she curiously scanned around her, hoping to take a peek at how things were done. It’s not like he had any materials to start with, and the sorceress was having a hard time getting around the idea of producing something out of empty air.
She thought back on how to perform skills, and the difference between selecting them on the menu, and actually performing the moves needed to execute the skill. However, to craft something, you would at least need raw materials.
So to create a Quill, he’d need a feather, and Parchment would require… leaves? He thought to himself pensively. Akira decided to pack his things momentarily and ask around his immediate vicinity, which led him to explore other people’s spaces. There were many crafters who allowed themselves to be disturbed, but others were much less willing to be distracted. Most of these people who were kind enough to be asked if they had something sharp and a feather to spare, had only her avatar’s body in mind. It was during these times that he realized how different one was treated based on appearances. She smiled and shied away from them.
There was one person who the necessary materials to spare, and for a very cheap price, Akira managed to garner some feathers and a rock with a sharp edge. Although she felt accomplished, the sorceress’ work had just begun, and instead of going back to the open space, she decided to occupy an empty workshop where she’d be able to craft comfortably.
“This should work fine… after a lot of dusting, mopping, cleaning and refurbishing.” She waved away dust clouds after moving the chair, which only scattered the dark clouds away, and against her will, Akira used her hands to wipe away the sand and dust away from the table she decided to use.
“And done.”
He actually didn’t know how to begin with creating a Quill, but using common sense, he would probably have to sharpen the tip of the feather. The feather was completely white, and very pretty to look at. Akira run her fingers through the hairs of the feather.
It’d be best if we followed the curve of the feather… He thought pensively.
There were a few failures on his first tries, and even damaged himself, getting cut on his fingers but that was fine. After few hours of struggling not to break the feather, Akira successfully created a Quill. She checked the status and it was only Level 1, but he felt accomplished, looking at the pen.
But Akira was only getting started.
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Crafting Quill Pen [1/1]
