do business with more people,
why is he offering to leave that to play with me? Something about it
seems suspicious.
“Hah, I will have to pass.
Even if you are around level one hundred and fifty like you say, we don’t
really need any help.”
I give him my best smile
to try stay on his good side. Seeing me, he just lets out a sigh.
“Oh well. Maybe one of
these days I will get to have a good adventure.”
‘What do you mean by
that? If you are such a high level why do you need us for a good adventure?’
I sincerely wanted to say
those words out loud, but I thought better of it.
“You will get one
eventually. I am sure of it. Anyway, I best be off.”
Taking my new ‘Tunic of
Toxication’, I head off to go find the auction house in order to sell that
”Nightingale’ Helmet’.
The new clothing item I
got came out as an ‘epic’ rarity item. I guess the materials themselves weren’t
too bad. Even Mouse was incredibly surprised when he got them back from his
‘friend’, or so he said.
Tunic of Toxication (Brown)
A tunic made from 'Tattered Mouldy Leather' which has retained
the toxicity of the material. Due to being such a small quantity of materials,
the wearer will slowly build up immunity towards toxins.
Due to the material being so frail, durability will slowly drop. This item
cannot be repaired.
Requirements
- Mnd 33
Defence: 0
Durability: 10/10
Abilities:
- 20 poison damage every 10 seconds
- Durability will drop by 1 every 10 minutes.
- Poison resistance will permanently increase by 1% for every straight ten
minutes of wearing this item.
- Acid resistance will permanently increase by .5% for every straight ten
minutes of wearing this item.
***************************************************
I was somewhat
disappointed with the auction house. The cathedral had looked slightly
different from the one back in Iceridge, even made out of some kind of
incredibly dark timber, but the interior was practically the exact same.
They even had an extremely annoying receptionist.
Nonetheless, I got all my
business done. I put up the helmet up for a two week auction at a starting
price of twenty dollars, exactly the same as last time.
Once all the business was
done, I head off straight for the Gold Run Inn.
Inside the inn, I meet up
with everyone else, where they all happen to be drinking large pints of ale.
Even Verde has a large frothy cup of ale in front of her. Under the brim of her
hood, I can see a little bit of that froth on her nose.
As soon as one of them
spots me, they all stand up and follow me over to go see Rix. Fires of
fury lit in the innkeeper’s eyes as soon as he spots me walking up to him.
Being the leader of the party who accepted the quest, naturally I am the
one he will defer to.
“Ah you’re back! I will
have a word with you! My daughter came back covered in tears and snot this
morning. Care to explain yourselves?”
“I’m sorry Rix.” I give
him a voice as sincere as I can manage, which is probably pointless given the
intimidating aura my class skill gave off. “We were discovered by your daughter
at the same time as we discovered where she was running off with that bread.”
“W-What! I told you not to
get caught!” His anger continues to rise, most of the players in the inn have
stopped talking and were keenly listening in to our conversation. “A… Anyway,
tell me. What exactly was happening each morning?”
“Sir, your daughter was
taking the bread each morning and meeting a young boy outside the walls. I
don’t know exactly what they got up to as we were discovered as soon as we
caught her.”
Rix doesn’t say anything
back. I also explain how he had run off saying he couldn’t come back again but
he seems completely oblivious to everything after hearing the word ‘boy’.
Finally, after regaining a
fraction of his calm, he speaks once more.
“So that’s it.” His voice
is quiet, but it contains a ferocity I never want to be on the
why is he offering to leave that to play with me? Something about it
seems suspicious.
“Hah, I will have to pass.
Even if you are around level one hundred and fifty like you say, we don’t
really need any help.”
I give him my best smile
to try stay on his good side. Seeing me, he just lets out a sigh.
“Oh well. Maybe one of
these days I will get to have a good adventure.”
‘What do you mean by
that? If you are such a high level why do you need us for a good adventure?’
I sincerely wanted to say
those words out loud, but I thought better of it.
“You will get one
eventually. I am sure of it. Anyway, I best be off.”
Taking my new ‘Tunic of
Toxication’, I head off to go find the auction house in order to sell that
”Nightingale’ Helmet’.
The new clothing item I
got came out as an ‘epic’ rarity item. I guess the materials themselves weren’t
too bad. Even Mouse was incredibly surprised when he got them back from his
‘friend’, or so he said.
Tunic of Toxication (Brown)
A tunic made from 'Tattered Mouldy Leather' which has retained
the toxicity of the material. Due to being such a small quantity of materials,
the wearer will slowly build up immunity towards toxins.
Due to the material being so frail, durability will slowly drop. This item
cannot be repaired.
Requirements
- Mnd 33
Defence: 0
Durability: 10/10
Abilities:
- 20 poison damage every 10 seconds
- Durability will drop by 1 every 10 minutes.
- Poison resistance will permanently increase by 1% for every straight ten
minutes of wearing this item.
- Acid resistance will permanently increase by .5% for every straight ten
minutes of wearing this item.
***************************************************
I was somewhat
disappointed with the auction house. The cathedral had looked slightly
different from the one back in Iceridge, even made out of some kind of
incredibly dark timber, but the interior was practically the exact same.
They even had an extremely annoying receptionist.
Nonetheless, I got all my
business done. I put up the helmet up for a two week auction at a starting
price of twenty dollars, exactly the same as last time.
Once all the business was
done, I head off straight for the Gold Run Inn.
Inside the inn, I meet up
with everyone else, where they all happen to be drinking large pints of ale.
Even Verde has a large frothy cup of ale in front of her. Under the brim of her
hood, I can see a little bit of that froth on her nose.
As soon as one of them
spots me, they all stand up and follow me over to go see Rix. Fires of
fury lit in the innkeeper’s eyes as soon as he spots me walking up to him.
Being the leader of the party who accepted the quest, naturally I am the
one he will defer to.
“Ah you’re back! I will
have a word with you! My daughter came back covered in tears and snot this
morning. Care to explain yourselves?”
“I’m sorry Rix.” I give
him a voice as sincere as I can manage, which is probably pointless given the
intimidating aura my class skill gave off. “We were discovered by your daughter
at the same time as we discovered where she was running off with that bread.”
“W-What! I told you not to
get caught!” His anger continues to rise, most of the players in the inn have
stopped talking and were keenly listening in to our conversation. “A… Anyway,
tell me. What exactly was happening each morning?”
“Sir, your daughter was
taking the bread each morning and meeting a young boy outside the walls. I
don’t know exactly what they got up to as we were discovered as soon as we
caught her.”
Rix doesn’t say anything
back. I also explain how he had run off saying he couldn’t come back again but
he seems completely oblivious to everything after hearing the word ‘boy’.
Finally, after regaining a
fraction of his calm, he speaks once more.
“So that’s it.” His voice
is quiet, but it contains a ferocity I never want to be on the
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