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- Sep 22, 2018
@AnemicLeorath
"Mm, well thank you for the compliment, but honestly, I need a real PC chef to truly make the meals special. They're hard to find. Most adventurers don't have time to really power up a profession to high levels, and many people look down on chef to boot. But I do find ambience, class and a really good beverage makes any meal taste better … and those are things I strive for."
She walks along casually, chainmail clinking softly. Well, casually for Iziki, which still involves keeping her head on a swivel and eyeing anyone getting too close. But she does turn off her walk speed buff to stay in reasonable stride with Rivelin.
"A proper brew provides a smaller - but longer term - buff than most alchemical products, at least at same level. A level 80 mixed spirit might out do a level 25 potion. They also don't make for great bombs." Quirking a grin she adds, "Or oil slicks, or tanglefoot twigs. But most importantly, a truly fine drink needs to be pleasant to drink, and that typically rules out lichen, guano and harpy hair on the shopping list. I do try to keep a simple list of alchemy products in stock; you can always move healing, stamina and mana pots, no matter what the market does."
@Silverbird
While she is speaking, her head turns just a bit more sharply than before. Was that? Just to be sure, Iziki walks a little closer to Rivelin, hoping the 'personal space bubble' will cause him to angle his gait a bit. Not much, just enough to tell if their tail was actually in pursuit. She didn't look like much of a fighter, but then again, Iziki herself was just as blonde, big eared and buxom. You couldn't necessarily read a threat based on the avatar.
But you could do so based on level and gear. For a solo player, at least. While the other elf could maybe be a threat to her companion – though even that was somewhat uncertain with the tiger – she was about as dangerous to Iziki as a purple-tailed glydewing is to a smogstorm. Normally, she'd wheel about and scare the girl into rethinking the choices that led her here. But there was just a chance that was the plan – pull the 80+ level knight, so her friends could gank the lowbie cleric now walking alone.
Not that there was much sign of Rivelin having an especially high loot potential. And who'd be foolish enough to set this stalker against Iziki herself? There had to be something else involved. Hmm. Maybe one of the cats has a particularly valuable pelt? She didn't recall hearing about such a thing, but she wasn't into skinning or leatherwork.
So, new plan. Let the woman follow them to Striver's. Anyone wishing Iziki ill would be mad to follow into her domain. Unless they were max level, anyhow.
A couple streets down, and the pair (or quartet - or quintet, depending on how you count) spot the twin maples flanking two cherry trees that mark the front entrance of Striver's. A fountain burbles behind the trees, and neatly arranged flowerbeds – gardening is way easier in MMO than real life – line the path, never symmetrical, providing visually unique color. Running quasi-perpendicular to the path, a small waterway flows from the pond around the fountain to a different, narrow pond up against the decking supporting the tavern's open air tables. An arched wooden bridge, no more than 2 meters long, crosses over the waterway as little fish swim below. It's definitely not your typical pub entrance, but Iziki was a firm believer that small details added up to big impact.
Indeed, it had been the building's architectural uniqueness that drew Iziki to the former mage's manor. With segments of the building dedicated to earth, fire, air and water, the knight had repurposed the enchantments to suit new needs. An open atrium became a garden for the most commonly needed herbs; a fire pillar, now mostly enclosed in stone, made a great oven for the kitchen. And of course, plentiful clean, pure water was an absolute necessity in this business.
"Oh? I suppose they did have to more or less invent alchemy, so any rules were made out of whole cloth. Brewing has shortcuts – and it sure is odd that I brew in a distillery set; but I 'press' wine there too, so that's certainly easier on the feet. Cleaner, too."
Stopping at the entrance, she whispers a message to the bouncer to watch for their tail. If Lune tries to enter the tavern, she's in for a vigorous patdown from the large bouncer - was he part orc? He was certainly big enough for the ancestry, though there were a few points against it: 1) no green skin, 2) no tusks, 3) the ability to speak in nearly complete sentences, at least on occasion. Iziki wasn't a racist, of course. It's just some races were better than others. That's not racist at all. Besides, she liked Bruno. Or at least, the bouncer she called Bruno, because Gwernnyglwyd ap Nathsykaergyll - the name he came from the guard vendor with - was a bit of a mouthful.
At the summoner's final question, Iziki tilts her head slightly to one side, "It varies a bit. You get dead periods and then suddenly have 30 people clamoring for buff drinks all at once. I think a crowd draws a bigger crowd."
@Fetterette
As they enter the main room, Jenna is heading to the bar to fetch a Blissful Glade – truth is she could just materialize it out of the tavern's pre-made inventory, but Iziki felt that robbed the customer of the authenticity of the experience.
The wench swishes as she walks, the skirt mostly – but not completely – hiding the bounce as she moves.
A notification beep causes Iziki to check her messages. "Oh, looks like someone's in the market for a waitress position." Thinking this over for a moment, the business woman nods, "You can help check her out while we're getting you that drink."
And she does mean 'check her out'. Iziki put a lot of stock in attractive staff. Nice, plain people could make wonderful barmaids, of course … but first impressions were crucial, and the reaction bonus was just too sweet to pass up.
Azure eyes sweep the room, searching for the … oh, that had to be her. Wow, talk about green! How was that even possible after three months?! Iziki felt a little knot of sympathy. Poor thing's a complete newb. Basically any player out there could gank her. Some could maybe even do it by accident with a damage aura or something.
"Right. Don't mention the level thing." Murmuring half to herself, half to Rivelin. "Poor girl's got to be scared half to death."
Sweeping across the room like she owns the pl ... wait, nevermind. Sweeping across the room as majestically as she can manage - and given the massive stat differences in both agility and presence relative to the shrinking violet - that's saying something. Iziki is not a large woman, quite the opposite. And she's adorned with one of her more understated sets of gear, still she has to work to avoid looming over the fragile creature, dismissing her sword and shield and smiling broadly, she speaks, "Fair eve to you. Can I get you a drink?"
Iziki knows full well that Jenna is off fetching exactly that. But witnessing the response will tell her something. Is the woman assertive, 'I already have one en route', polite, 'No, thank you. I've already ordered something.', forward 'No, thank you, but who's that you're with? I'll buy one for him.', timid, 'Oh uh, I already, uh ... I'm fine, thank you.', rational, 'Sorry, I'm waiting to meet with someone.'
They will soon see. For what it's worth, Iziki's money wasn't on 'forward'.
"Mm, well thank you for the compliment, but honestly, I need a real PC chef to truly make the meals special. They're hard to find. Most adventurers don't have time to really power up a profession to high levels, and many people look down on chef to boot. But I do find ambience, class and a really good beverage makes any meal taste better … and those are things I strive for."
She walks along casually, chainmail clinking softly. Well, casually for Iziki, which still involves keeping her head on a swivel and eyeing anyone getting too close. But she does turn off her walk speed buff to stay in reasonable stride with Rivelin.
"A proper brew provides a smaller - but longer term - buff than most alchemical products, at least at same level. A level 80 mixed spirit might out do a level 25 potion. They also don't make for great bombs." Quirking a grin she adds, "Or oil slicks, or tanglefoot twigs. But most importantly, a truly fine drink needs to be pleasant to drink, and that typically rules out lichen, guano and harpy hair on the shopping list. I do try to keep a simple list of alchemy products in stock; you can always move healing, stamina and mana pots, no matter what the market does."
@Silverbird
While she is speaking, her head turns just a bit more sharply than before. Was that? Just to be sure, Iziki walks a little closer to Rivelin, hoping the 'personal space bubble' will cause him to angle his gait a bit. Not much, just enough to tell if their tail was actually in pursuit. She didn't look like much of a fighter, but then again, Iziki herself was just as blonde, big eared and buxom. You couldn't necessarily read a threat based on the avatar.
But you could do so based on level and gear. For a solo player, at least. While the other elf could maybe be a threat to her companion – though even that was somewhat uncertain with the tiger – she was about as dangerous to Iziki as a purple-tailed glydewing is to a smogstorm. Normally, she'd wheel about and scare the girl into rethinking the choices that led her here. But there was just a chance that was the plan – pull the 80+ level knight, so her friends could gank the lowbie cleric now walking alone.
Not that there was much sign of Rivelin having an especially high loot potential. And who'd be foolish enough to set this stalker against Iziki herself? There had to be something else involved. Hmm. Maybe one of the cats has a particularly valuable pelt? She didn't recall hearing about such a thing, but she wasn't into skinning or leatherwork.
So, new plan. Let the woman follow them to Striver's. Anyone wishing Iziki ill would be mad to follow into her domain. Unless they were max level, anyhow.
A couple streets down, and the pair (or quartet - or quintet, depending on how you count) spot the twin maples flanking two cherry trees that mark the front entrance of Striver's. A fountain burbles behind the trees, and neatly arranged flowerbeds – gardening is way easier in MMO than real life – line the path, never symmetrical, providing visually unique color. Running quasi-perpendicular to the path, a small waterway flows from the pond around the fountain to a different, narrow pond up against the decking supporting the tavern's open air tables. An arched wooden bridge, no more than 2 meters long, crosses over the waterway as little fish swim below. It's definitely not your typical pub entrance, but Iziki was a firm believer that small details added up to big impact.
Indeed, it had been the building's architectural uniqueness that drew Iziki to the former mage's manor. With segments of the building dedicated to earth, fire, air and water, the knight had repurposed the enchantments to suit new needs. An open atrium became a garden for the most commonly needed herbs; a fire pillar, now mostly enclosed in stone, made a great oven for the kitchen. And of course, plentiful clean, pure water was an absolute necessity in this business.
"Oh? I suppose they did have to more or less invent alchemy, so any rules were made out of whole cloth. Brewing has shortcuts – and it sure is odd that I brew in a distillery set; but I 'press' wine there too, so that's certainly easier on the feet. Cleaner, too."
Stopping at the entrance, she whispers a message to the bouncer to watch for their tail. If Lune tries to enter the tavern, she's in for a vigorous patdown from the large bouncer - was he part orc? He was certainly big enough for the ancestry, though there were a few points against it: 1) no green skin, 2) no tusks, 3) the ability to speak in nearly complete sentences, at least on occasion. Iziki wasn't a racist, of course. It's just some races were better than others. That's not racist at all. Besides, she liked Bruno. Or at least, the bouncer she called Bruno, because Gwernnyglwyd ap Nathsykaergyll - the name he came from the guard vendor with - was a bit of a mouthful.
At the summoner's final question, Iziki tilts her head slightly to one side, "It varies a bit. You get dead periods and then suddenly have 30 people clamoring for buff drinks all at once. I think a crowd draws a bigger crowd."
@Fetterette
As they enter the main room, Jenna is heading to the bar to fetch a Blissful Glade – truth is she could just materialize it out of the tavern's pre-made inventory, but Iziki felt that robbed the customer of the authenticity of the experience.
The wench swishes as she walks, the skirt mostly – but not completely – hiding the bounce as she moves.
A notification beep causes Iziki to check her messages. "Oh, looks like someone's in the market for a waitress position." Thinking this over for a moment, the business woman nods, "You can help check her out while we're getting you that drink."
And she does mean 'check her out'. Iziki put a lot of stock in attractive staff. Nice, plain people could make wonderful barmaids, of course … but first impressions were crucial, and the reaction bonus was just too sweet to pass up.
Azure eyes sweep the room, searching for the … oh, that had to be her. Wow, talk about green! How was that even possible after three months?! Iziki felt a little knot of sympathy. Poor thing's a complete newb. Basically any player out there could gank her. Some could maybe even do it by accident with a damage aura or something.
"Right. Don't mention the level thing." Murmuring half to herself, half to Rivelin. "Poor girl's got to be scared half to death."
Sweeping across the room like she owns the pl ... wait, nevermind. Sweeping across the room as majestically as she can manage - and given the massive stat differences in both agility and presence relative to the shrinking violet - that's saying something. Iziki is not a large woman, quite the opposite. And she's adorned with one of her more understated sets of gear, still she has to work to avoid looming over the fragile creature, dismissing her sword and shield and smiling broadly, she speaks, "Fair eve to you. Can I get you a drink?"
Iziki knows full well that Jenna is off fetching exactly that. But witnessing the response will tell her something. Is the woman assertive, 'I already have one en route', polite, 'No, thank you. I've already ordered something.', forward 'No, thank you, but who's that you're with? I'll buy one for him.', timid, 'Oh uh, I already, uh ... I'm fine, thank you.', rational, 'Sorry, I'm waiting to meet with someone.'
They will soon see. For what it's worth, Iziki's money wasn't on 'forward'.
