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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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3 yrs ago
Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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4 yrs ago
Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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5 yrs ago
So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
5 yrs ago
Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
Y'know, when Steppe Archer was grateful that the guards weren't jerks, she didn't expect that meant that someone had to fill the quota for them. She had a feeling the lush was going to be a problem but...really? Talking about knockers the moment people with guard emblems rolled up while offering to shack up with them? Steppe Archer would cast one long, disgusted look at the man before one of her rolled up sleeves slowly unfurled down her left arm, her shoulders completely falling slack. That...might be the first time since the two had seen her that all enthusiasm from her face just VANISHED. Bad memories of the idiot she left home to get away from were surging forward, each one of them making a tiny vein on Steppe Archer's temple grow just a tiny bit more pronounced.
It would take her taking a deep breath to collect herself before the archer would point her finger accusingly at the man, being direct with saying: "Sir, we're members of the guard patrol. Any grabby-hands are going to be seen as not just illegal, but assaults on our persons. So, just...don't," she would say, giving fair warning. After this, any touching would mean that a swift kick to the dick would be an acceptable means of dealing with this kind of idiocy. "Anyways, like my friend said, it might be for the best if you head on home. Don't want a headache during your work tomorrow, right?"
Steppe Archer would make sure to step ahead of the Druid Girl, not wanting the perv to be staring at her "huuuuge knockers". Like, they were nice and all but...she could have sworn most of the guild girls were bigger. Not that Steppe Archer particularly saw the point in being envious of large breasts; For her, she'd always dreaded the idea of getting too big up top, since it made archery really hard. She'd had a friend back home who, after hitting puberty, had to start hunting with a crossbow since her womanly assets kept bumping her bowstring. ...Now, Steppe Archer was starting to see why she found a marriage partner so early. Were...were boobs all that men cared about? Didn't hunting prowess count for anything?
Steppe Archer would stop such thoughts before she started sounding like her mother. Or grandmother. Or grandmother's mother's mother. Jealousy was unbecoming...and besides, if THIS was the kind of attention such things garnered, she was glad she wasn't a buxom woman. She would however later on try and make sure that Druid Girl would cover her chest more, since she doubted one man was in the minority on staring at them. Big Red was thankfully not that interested in human girls it seemed, and treated them with respect that felt genderless...save for his comment on whether they could wrestle a drunk.
Was she still bitter? No. Definitely not. Absolutely not. Maybe. Yes. Yes she was.
"Anyways, its either your nice warm bed at home, or a cell at the guard house. Your choice." Steppe Archer said, proudly puffing her chest out with her shield in front of her, showing that she meant business.
Also @Archmage MC, let me know if you want to have anything specific happen for Light. Currently, she's the hardest person to write an event for, and I just wanna make sure you have something to do.
As for anybody else, feel free to ask for me to add or change events if you had something else in mind. Your input is key to making this rp good, fun, and alive!
I'll be collaborating for @Enkryption for his next post, but if anybody ever wants to collab with me to have a big event play out, feel free to pm me!
Also as usual, let me know if I forgot anything important.
With a list of numerous inquiries necessitated by Rodias, Kath and Ashara would depart from the Chateau into the brisk night air. The sky was clear, with just the slightest hint of a gust blowing in the young women's faces as they made their way. The moons in triplicate were shining down, each a brilliant shade of deep blue that illuminated the night sky. Each was in a different phase than the others, but all were within their "waxing" state, it seemed. Morning was a few hours off, and by the time the twosome would reach the village's general area it would be two hours until sunrise.
There was little in the way of life among the mountain crags, save for the occasional insect, snake, or bird at rest within their nests. The two could see glowing feline eyes watching them from beneath a few large rocks, but beyond that it seemed that most species in the area were diurnal. Life wasn't overly different here than it was back home, but Kath would especially notice that nothing seemed quite the same compared to what they were used to. Regardless, if they followed Rodias' instructions to wait for daybreak outside the town, from the road connecting outwards, the two would find that around an hour after the sun rose, the town became lively.
Smokestacks would fire up as the day's labor began for the people of the town. Judging from the sound of clamor coming from near the mountain this was a town that largely engaged in mining, hinted at by the strong looking arms and backs of the many men and women that walked about town. The two would also find that, though some cast some stars at Kath, nobody was freaking out over her appearance. It also seemed that the appearance of the Chateau had either not been noticed yet, or nobody seemed to realize that something was amiss.
All except one man.
A little bit of their ways into town, the two would be able to take in the overall wealth of the town as being middling at best. Its size was respectable, but far from a full township. A large house of two stories was the only building larger than a standard house, with logs and cobbled stone making up a majority of the building work. As their feet would click along the road down the town, they would find a man with a hardened expression blocking their way, with eyes taking in every last detail of the two women.
"...Who are you two? And why are you here?" he would ask. While he wasn't currently armed, he had the look of someone used to fighting with a weapon on hand. In particular, Ashara would notice that he likely used a weapon similar to her's from the stance he took. Many townsfolk would see him looking the twosome over and stop fora moment, before fleeing from his scornful looking gaze. "I don't know what a Dragonscarred has business with here, but the only people making their way out here are traders, and fledgling mercs. So, which are you?" he would ask, folding his arms.
Prior to him leaving to engage in battle with the beasts of Kaldorna, Rodias would meet with the two guardians of the first and second chapters, giving a slight bow of his head as he arrived. "My apologies for making you wait. Let us proceed straight away; I understand that you're both busy with your floor's duties, so I'll be brief," The vampire lord would say, leading them over to a table within the foyer surrounded by simple, but comfortable wooden chairs. Despite her not being needed for the discussion, Rodias would allow Aurora to sit in, since he doubted that any harm would come of allowing her to know a plan that all would know soon enough.
"Summarily, I would like for you two, Graft and Salem, to cooperate on a little project I have in mind," Rodias would begin, just as a skeleton butler arrived and procured tea for the four. Graciously accepting his cup, Rodias would sip gingerly, before stating: "I wish to create a system by which Salem can perfectly infiltrate any civilization that we have. Naturally, constructing individual dolls for each infiltration would be needlessly taxing on resources, and surveillance time." While it did seem that the vampire lord's ideas were similar to what Salem had discussed with Graft prior, he already seemed aware of the problem of Salem's surveillance limit. But, it seemed that his method involved allowing Salem to directly survey an area.
Continuing, Rodias would smile as he said: "As such, I suggest a two-fold plan. One that involves creating automatons that would allow Salem to infiltrate settlement areas with ease, and a second that involves creating dolls with the appearance of vermin, capable of moving ta Salem's discretion to observe areas people cannot go. Naturally the former's production and appearance would depend entirely on the population of an area...but once we know the local pest populations, creating a few dozen rats would give one absolute coverage of a city."
Thinking for a moment, Rodias would hum, before thoughtfully stating: "...However...I imagine you'd rather not be forced to observe...less than desirable substances that vermin are prone to, Salem. As such, birds may be a better fit." In truth, Rodias had settled on birds or humanoids from the start. But, firmly showing his hand in forward thinking, and his willingness to think of his subordinates first would ingratiate himself further. Graft seemed on board loyalty-wise, but Salem would prove far harder to keep in line. He'd known Dr. Dre before after all.
Aurora however would become privy straight away to the fact that Rodias was not only condoning spying, but outright infiltration of civilization by any means necessary. Any could immediately see the application one could fashion with dolls that look and act human...namely, that if so desired, this project could supplant royalty to rule a country from within.
The loud click of the heels of Rodias' boots would echo out within the beast pen as he and Aurora would arrive. Regardless of whether Death itself couldn't exist in this training area, injury most certainly could find a way to slow the tide of combat. When he would be asked what sort of beasts that he wished to fight, Rodias would simply state: "All level 70 beasts currently in captivity."
He had not stuttered. Every single beast 10 full levels above where a majority of the Chateau's strongest in power was to be brought out to fight him. And, all at once. Rodias seemed incredibly aloof as Aurora observed him. His hands would slowly move the knives held on his belt, a gauntlet-ed hand slowly tracing the intricately forged knives. These were, to him, one of the finest gifts he'd ever received in the game. They were mainly meant to kill spectral enemies, a nightmare for your average pure physical build in Yggdrasil, but also just served as a reminder of the grind that he and his friends went through to forge gear like it and others. It would have been simple to get newer, better knives...but right now, these were all he needed.
With Nostalgia quite literally held within his hands, Rodias would wait in anticipation as the beasts were assembled. Aurora would see the faintest stirring within his cape, his emotions betrayed by it as it flared up, the area around the collar seemingly growing spikes outwards as he took a defensive stance. Something had him anxious, but that anxiety would soon give way to adrenaline. He was raring for a fight, and the challenge of beings close to his power was something the Sable Lord couldn't help but find enjoyable.
Zouyu was more than happy to be given the order to participate in Kaldorna's mission. After all, being able to see all kinds of new plant life excited him to no end! Anything that had a seed that could grow, he'd be certain to find a place for within the nightmarish gardens of the Chateau. At the request of Arthanar, Zouyu would gladly step back to let them talk, saying: "Mhm! No worries! before going to have a brief attempt at stealing some of the cookies being delivered by Flan.
While she was welling with tiny tears, Flan would suddenly find the plate grow a lot lighter as roughly six cookies went missing, Zouyu's guiltily stuffed cheeks nowhere to be seen as he arrived once more near Kaldorna and her hunters, since they sounded like they were done being secretive. Chewing as fast as he could to not have to relinquish his ill-acquired cookies, Zouyu would smile at being called "Darling". Kaldorna was nice. Wiping the crumbs from his face with one massive tiger paw, Zouyu would shake his head at her question of needing anything, saying: "Nope! Flowers are watered, the wind is good, and I stole cookies! I'm good to go," before he would excitedly race out of the room, nearly getting shot by Chuunitrixx in his haste, since he wound up taking the stairs instead of the elevator.
Once he would meet up with the hunters for the beast pen, he would shift into his were-tiger form, figuring that it would be a heck of a lot easier keeping up if he wasn't in his scrawny human form. Once the heading for the hunters was set, Zouyu would faithfully follow along. By and large, it would seem that this mountainous region was relatively tame. On occasion there were small uneventful beasts such as mountain goats with four horns and ill-tempers, but it seemed that for the most part the mountain was tame. The group would be capable of traveling far before sunrise, and once it did hit, Zouyu would use his druidcraft to literally create a cloud of canopy overhead to allow the hunters to not come to harm from the sunlight. Should any prove brave enough to test it, they would find that the same thing happened as it did in Yggdrasil; Vampires began rapidly taking holy damage within sunlight, and caught fire until they reached shade.
There was at least fruit amongst the bushes, and with the blood of the strange goat-like beasts in the area, the hunters and Zouyu were more than capable of subsisting. Even if goat blood tasted about as appetizing as goat milk. While the vampires rested in the day, Zouyu would scout around for various plants and animals, the latter being a job he would take up on their behalf. It wouldn't be fair if all he did was munch fruits and tell bad jokes, after all. In the middle of the first day since they left however, Zouyu would return with a massive beast of burden from its appearance, a bison-like creature covered in thick scales, with two sets of eyes set beneath bony ridges to shield them from the sun. A strange mixture of reptile and bovine, it seemed docile enough given that Zouyu was proudly riding atop it. "I killed one and it tastes good! Well, a little gamy, but I bet Flan could make these really tasty." the were-tiger would proudly state. It seemed that these beasts could serve as a form of food, and were docile enough to tame without much difficulty.
Either that or Zouyu was just exceptionally good at breaking beasts of burden.
The hunt for Penn and Shill would begin with the twosome retracing the steps of the two goblin artists, the likes of which seemed more than inclined to wander where their hearts would take them. However on this steep mountain, there were only a select few routes that a goblin could reliably take without risking their falls, and if two artists were attempting such a descent, the best, most stable path would be to the west, leading into a small woodland the likes of which was likely used by the village for lumber. It was understandable why they would enter the grove, with its strangely colored trees with mustard yellow logs and crimson leaves. Judging from the color and dense packing of leaves on the ground, the current season was something similar to autumn.
As Gromgard and Mamoru, along with whatever size of Goblin entourage that Gromgard saw fit to bring made their way through the woods in the dark of night, guided only by goblin torchlight and the glowing of small insects, they would hear a scream echo out in the night. A goblin's. A loud rustle in the foliage could be heard, as the sight of Penn emerged, followed by Shill who was bleeding profusely from his arm. More echoing rustles could be heard, before one figure followed by another wearing suspicious garb emerged. In total half a dozen emerged, each eyeing the goblins that had just escaped, as well as the two humanoids before them. One, a larger man than the rest would say: "Should have stayed at home...more blood for the rituals," before the whole lot would begin to chase after the group, clearly coming at them for blood.
While Rodias had said that violence was to be a last resort, it was clear that right now, it was the ONLY resort. From the darkness, Mamoru and Gromgard would see another figure in similar garb emerging, but seeing the situation they would instead flee deeper into the woods.
After his extended training session, Rodias would once more return to the guild hall, barely making it through the door before a most embarrassing noise made itself known from his gut. A low growl echoed out, before he would think: '...Oh yeah that's right...I didn't have dinner. IRL, or in-game before this,' as he slowly shuffled his way to the stairs. Realizing that now he didn't have to cook for himself, Rodias would waste no time in coming directly to the kitchen himself.
He didn't know how much Flan would appreciate having to cook at this ungodly hour of the night, but it was either that or Rodias raid the pantry himself and be scolded. Which, frankly, would be significantly more humiliating than anything he could imagine. Approaching the kitchen, Rodisa would call out: "Flan? I hate to ask at this late hour, but could you please prepare something for me to eat?"
Rodias would be fine with virtually anything...except maybe garlic. Did garlic kill Dhampirs? He had no idea.
The great forges present within the Chateau, managed by Oz, would soon find themselves met with a request as Rodias entered. Having dealt with his affairs for the night, this would be his last stop before he would keep his promise to Kath. He couldn't just leave the Chateau library unguarded after swearing to watch over it.
He didn't frequent the forges often given that most Rogue equipment was limited to Medium-class, meaning that by and large his equipment was leather, with only the slightest amount of metal being present. However, now he needed to experiment. Equipment restrictions were something that were present in the game, but now...what was stopping him from carrying around a greatsword, or a hammer if he so chose? He needed to confirm this before he blundered into battle with either however, and that's where Oz would come in.
"Hello Oz. I was wondering, would it be possible for you to make me a series of basic test weapons. I'd like to see how plausible branching out is, from henceforth," Rodias would say as he made his request. The half-golem women would likely have plenty of iron to make a basic form of most weaponry, but anything more advanced meant tapping into her limited supply. She'd have to ask for someone to deliver fresh metals for her, if they were found.
While Light had not been given any specific instructions, she had been given the freedom by which to do as she pleased. In essence, she had the run of the place to herself. This would also mean that she wasn't bound to her vault, so long as she could still teleport back to it. Whether that meant that she would bother the Chateau's residents or roam freely on the outside was up to her. And like Rodias had said, he didn't mind if Light went and made new friends, so long as they were single travelers.
Once his duties were concluded for the night, Rodias would retire to the library. Any seeking to find him would find him asleep in a chair, tucked within a corner of the library. Laying beneath his arms were countless tomes full of chat logs, countless messages of no real import. No import to anybody but him.
I'll be getting a post up today (Thursday) ASAP. Was going to last night, but failed to meet my own expectations. If anybody has requests for things to happen within the Chateau in particular, let me know. I don't want things to be boring for the homebodies of the guild!
At the mention of whether they could out-muscle a drunk, Steppe Archer had to earnestly think about that one for a second. She probably couldn't beat down a man the size of the Guard Captain sober, but someone who's drunk is not just uncoordinated, but also very, very easy to avoid. Pondering it as she stood there, Steppe Archer would nearly miss the garrison guard's kindly offer of torches for them to light their way. And make it known that they were, temporarily, guards on patrol.
Striking up her torch, Steppe Archer had to wonder just how much trouble the residents of the town got up to at this hour anyways. After all, if guards were regularly on patrol all throughout Palisade then it'd be hard to commit any crimes, even at night. But still, the nomadic archer would proudly walk forth with her comrades beside her, striking a strange image with their motley crew. If anything, someone might wind up trying to get them arrested for supposedly impersonating guards for some dubious purpose. The Druid girl's humming was pleasant at least, and Steppe Archer would hum along with her. She didn't know the words to the song all that well, but she could easily follow the rhythm with just a low hum.
Now that Private First Class Steppe Archer was in the motions of her duty however, the two with her would come to notice how sharp the girl's gaze was. Like a hawk searching for prey, her eyes would peer down alleyways that she stuck her torch towards. Each scan would be punctuated with a quick statement of: "Clear!" before she would resume walking. It wasn't until they reached the entertainment district that the sound of a shattered glass caught her attention.
From the looks of it, a drunk was arguing with what she could only assume was a tavern owner unfortunate enough to have a client without knowledge of their limits. Rolling up her sleeves, Steppe Archer would begin marching towards the middle-aged drunk; Half to fulfill her duty, and half to prove that she definitely COULD out-muscle some drunken buffoon.
Name: Oz Gender: Female Age: Unknown Occupation: Guild Craftsmen Residence: The Forge of the Chateau Character Focus: Crafter, Tank, Merchant Personality: Shards of her maker and her species fuse to form her personality. A golem (half of one at least) is stoic, unwavering with little emotion displayed on the outside and little more stirring on the inside. At times there is a single-track mind that focuses only on the priority and ignoring any details unless those are calculated to help assist the task at hand. As a creation of her maker, she is distant and usually unsociable. She's blunt, willing to express the truth no matter how harsh but generally avoids interactivity because it might distract from her functions. There is one crack in the armor, however, and a single line of code stating "Oz loves collecting." has blossomed into an obsession of collecting anything that is collectable, be it gems, pottery, cards, coins, etc.
Notable Equipment:
'Syncoscopic Staff' - Item drop from YGGDRASIL. The fluff of the YGGDRASIL states: magical staff imbued with the gravitational energies of the earth empowering the user's sense of connection of the materials of the earth. The effects are summarized by: Slightly improved earth magic, once a day ability to survey square radius for ores and gems, and significantly reduced chances of failed crafting while using earth, metal, or gems.
'The Wall' - Crafted armor set from YGGDRASIL. Through the efforts of player efforts through Oz, this was the highest level of defensive armor created by their means. The first test set was given to Oz after focusing on an entirely defensive build.
Creator Information: Daz-Khaz_Mordu was a player with sporadic interest in MMOs such as YGGDRASIL. At times he'd be ravenous for YGGDRASIL, grinding for full weekends and well into the late nights on weekdays as well but would soon burn out and quit for a few weeks or even a month or two. He was a rather quiet, passive player that scarcely involved himself with Guild talk but he was active with raiding or anything else that could help his grind. While MMOs were supposed to be social affairs but Daz considered them more as a hurdle of personal achievement.
In that effort, he worked on his first created NPC, Oz. Starting the build on something that can create supplies for the players, like arrows for archers. Compared to some more automotive NPCs, Oz worked too slow for supply upkeep. Thus, he soon tried a bit of experimenting with an NPC that could create higher value items with the materials that were just stockpiling up. With that achieved, he wanted to code Oz to go and sell those items. quickly realizing that sending a NPC moving out alone might be attacked, he applied as much of a defensive focus as he could to theoretically have Oz hold out from attacks until help from the guild could arrive. From the profits and experience driven from this, Daz had finally leveled Oz up enough to construct high level items that were useful for the level of players in this guild. That was about as far as he got before he just lost interest entirely.
Made slight tweaks to separate Oz from Fodder Baron. Oz is now focused on making top level items, a process far more time consuming compared to the factory that the other has.
Overall, I really like her. I appreciate that you acknowledged the problem I was thinking of and fixed it before I said anything. I'd be happy to accept her!
Steppe Archer would listen attentively to the guard captain, glad that he was a relatively swell sounding person. She felt a bit sad that his subordinates didn't know their limits on drinking, but as her father told her, "Sometimes men want to prove they're men, and only reveal that they are asses."
The job itself didn't sound too difficult. Just patrolling until the moon was at its peak, and making sure to drag any drunks or ne'er-do-wells back for a proper sit in a cell. She doubted that anybody would really be trying to cause trouble in a town where there was a huge population of armed individuals, but you never knew. Regardless, Steppe Archer was eager and ready to start, to the point that she would excitedly don a shield over her left arm, raise it in the air, smiling proudly as she bore the guards' crest on her shield. "We won't let you down sir! Only thing you're going to regret is that we don't sign on full-time!"
With that said, Steppe Archer would march out, shield on her arm, and sword on her hip as she got out to patrol the streets. She figured that since the whole town needed to be patrolled, splitting up might be a good idea. Of course, she hadn't really...asked anyone if they wanted to. It wasn't until about a few streets later that the archer returned, running at full speed and panting. "Sorry, forgot to ask...are we splitting up or sticking together for guard duty?"
If her brains weren't impressive, her hustle certainly was.
@The Irish Tree Alright, think that should about do it. Here is the completed version for your approval.
Name: Flan du Rosemary vuu Succulence Ral Thyme Sauerkraut
Gender: Female?
Age: 894
Appearance:
Occupation: Head Chef
Residence: Kitchen (Connected to Chaeutu Entrance Foyer, 1st floor)
Character Focus: Provisions Crafter/DoT Poison/Tank
Personality: Flan du Rosemary Vuu Succulence Ral Thyme Sauerkraut is on the surface a kind soul, concerned about the well-being of everyone in the guild. She works tirelessly to keep everyone well-fed and buffed for battle, often becoming a workaholic. The mere thought of gathering and finding new ingredients excites her to no end as she is quite creative with her work, always trying to discover new cooking buffs and new tastes to test out on the guild. Not having access to ingredients is nightmare fuel for her.
Past the seemingly self-sacrificing workaholic attitude is a being who selfishly wishes for those around her to become addicted to her service. While she loves being creative it is also out of a desire to create the ultimate dishes that will make everyone dependent on her skills. She can take constructive criticism but if you ever belittle her food or cooking skills, you will be subject to a smile that will send chills down your spine and you may never feel safe eating her cooking ever again. One the other hand if she is praised excessively for her work, she melts into a giddy puddle and will work ever harder to gain even more praise.
Notable Equipment:
* Self-Filling Bread Basket: The perfect item for a food provisioner, the Self-Filling Bread Basket is exactly what its name implies. It is a basket that automatically produces a random collection of bread every day. The quality varies with the probability of better breads being on the lower end.
* Overflowing Wine Cask: This barrel of goodness has the ability to produce very large amounts of wine or other beverage. What makes it unique is the ability to ‘load’ the type of liquid wanted into the cask which will then start producing that liquid until it reaches its limit. The limitations of the Cask is that you need to have a ‘starter’ liquid and it cannot reproduce liquids of the highest quality.
* Ring of Resist Status: If Flan has to take to the battlefield her strategy is to continually poison the enemy while surviving. As her defenses are quite high the logical thing to look for would be status effects that could put her out of the fight to stop her DoT attacks. The Ring of Resist Status gives full immunity to all status effects at level 1 and falls 10% per each magic level and completely loses effectiveness at level 7.
* Butter Knife of Meat Cleaving: A joke weapon given to Flan completely for the Lolz. It is a butter knife with the highest penetrative stats possible making it able to cut through a large variety of objects. Easily able to slice through meat and most leather armors, if given enough time a person could die due to hundreds of tiny little cuts. Makes for a decent scalpel too.
* Wrist Guards of Good Eating: A provision crafting enhancement tool that provides a small defense bonus as well. As long as she wears them, whatever she cooks will have enhanced buff effects, effectively added a 10% bonus to quality and a 15% bonus to duration of effects. A direct gift from her creator to enhance her work, they are quite precious to her.
Creator Information: The creator of this little lady was none other than SlipperySavior, a super slime enthusiast whose goal was to research all manners of ways Slime Races could be used. His decision to make a Slime Chef was, well because there was always the small chance that a bit of her slime might mix in with whatever dish she was making. Needless to say everyone was rightly disgusted by such a reason but as no one else had bothered to make a Chef character which would be very beneficial for the guild, they let it happen; after all, it wasn’t like the slime was real anyway and the system wouldn’t allow it to mix with the food anyway by accident.
Total Level: 45 Class Levels: (B) Cook LvL 5 (H) Master Chef LvL 5 (R) 5 Star Sous-Chef LvL 2 (H) Gazer LvL 3 (B) Poison Maker LvL 5
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