Complete 18+ Private Solvale Every MMORPG Makes You Do These At Least Once.

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 6, 2022

Their travels had been stressful to say the least, and all these days were always split between monstrosities coming their way, or life-threatening situations that far exceeded their expectations. Adventuring never felt this stressful, but she knew this isn't bad luck attached to them whenever they are together. It's just mere coincidences.

So when a job this simple came about, Fiora felt compelled to take it up and show it to Ronja. It was as simple as to take care of an old man's farm, nothing seemed out of the ordinary besides the explicit mentions of magic and that it's "been a long time" since the last person came about to take care of it. Regardless, the grizzly yet fibble old man left the house and farm to their care, without so much but a doodled up list across a papyrus.

"How do I look?" Fiora called out, just as she closed the front door behind her, having switched from her typical armor to a pair of patched up trousers, long boots and working gloves, her top consisting solely of a white shirt, not so different to a newbie's, only this one found more wear and tear than a newcomer's would, tucked in right inside her pants, held together by a belt. With her sleeves rolled up, the only thing out of place was just how long her hair is when let loose, it would touch the ground if she kneeled.

But at this point that's an usual for them...

"I never thought I would play farmer in this game. Ever. Just look at this place though! it's almost like this guy's some kind of rich noble and just left all of it to our care like nothing. " And the terrain was no joke, it's massive if not ancient. One would expect there would be someone dying to work on these soils, but instead both the elf and magia were hired for it. In comparison to the rest of the farms one can see, this one did have a nice windmill closeby, aswell as the shed at a relatively short distance, and the ample grounds to the left of the crop fields that were strictly split up for the animals, packed with all what they could need of. "Either way uhh, I never... Worked on a farm. But I figured it would be nice for us to try it out? The world's more than just killing big NPCs anyways." And given how their last adventure went, and her own in that regard, some fresh air in a midday like this never came off wrong.

Welcome to Zenrod's magical farm!

Use Knack (DC 70) to pull out the bad weeds trying to destroy your poor crops! Success or failure, roll a 1d100.
1: ???
2-20: Oh-oh, looks like you got a MONSTER WEED!
20-50: Pumpkins are pretty popular nowdays. But unfortunately, this one is known for it's appetite.
51-99: Nice, no bad weeds or anything!
100: ???
If you got a monster weed or a pumpkin, roll a 1d3 for it's LP. [0/6]

1-3 LP 70 DC 15 RETAL

❰ ??? / ??? ❱

Nasty Maws

When attacking the Lurker, roll Fortitude or Reflex (DC 75) to either avoid or brush off the sticky substance the Lurker spits. Failure to do so will force -10 to all rolls. this can stack up to 2 times.

1-3 LP 60 DC 15 RETAL

❰ ??? / ??? ❱

Pumpkin Seed!

Every turn that the Pumpkin remains alive it will spit a seed. The seed starts with 1 LP. If the pumpkin is still alive by the next turn or the seed is not broken, it will transform into a Pumpkin Mimic JR! The Pumpkin Mimic JR does 10 retal per turn and forces a fortitude or reflex save with DC 60. If failed, it will impose disadvantage on attacks. If the Pumpkin Mimic dies, all Pumpkin Mimic JRs die. A target can't be grappled by more than 1 pumpkin JR

Use any check you like to feed the animals! There's currently cows, horses, chickens, pigs, tortoises and hedgehogs. You can choose to feed the snakes, which will add a +40 to modifiers, but you run the risk of getting a nasty bite for trying unless you find the means to safely handle them.

For every turn where the animals are not tended to, there runs a risk they escape and start eating the crops! [0/500]

The Shed's a mess. Tools all over the place, gardening equipment aswell as pesticides spilled over. There is much to be done to clean up this whole area, but perhaps there's something of use if you can look over all the rubbish and garbage spilled all across?

Roll any check you feel would fit so long as you can flavour it to clean up the shed and start organizing it's tidbits here and there. [0/250]

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 7, 2022

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Feeding some Chickens

Ronja perked up upon seeing @Fiora Di Angelo in such casual clothing. Of course, she did see Nico when they met for the first time in real life, but the in-game Avatar being less... Armored, was sure an interesting sight, one that gave a wide, brimming smile to the Magia girl.

"You look amazing, this will be so fun!" She said, cheerfully. It was her first time working at a farm and excited as she was, she was fairly quick at getting ready, wearing your typical overalls with a violet plaid shirt set, a straw hat, and a golden neckerchief to tie the outfit down.

Tugging the gloves a bit tighter, to make sure they wouldn't slip, Ronja was quick to aim for an objective, dragging a bag of corn that was laying to her leg.

"That old guy said that feeding chickens is the easiest, so Ronja will start with that, if you don't mind?" Ronja asked, already nearing the chicken coop, whistling and pouring some of it, "Time for the food!" She announced to the chickens, with some wary ones already rushing to get their share of the meal.

Play Sheet

Expertise Check
1d100 (61) + 0 = 61
Presence | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

[ 61/500 ]

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 8, 2022

Clearing up the Shed

If she didn't knew any better, Fiora could assume the magia's whole purpose in life had to be farming, just from how well it fitted her aesthetics and that radiance which she carries herself with every day. It certainly puts in contrast how both 'Ronjas' act like.

"You look like a total fantasy farmer. If farmers had jet boots." Fiora smirked, giving one last glance back at Ronja then nodded to self. Now she wondered why did she not put on overralls too, but they certainly look better this way, far more pleasing to the eye if they kept their styles different! Even if that's not the point of farming.

Fiora shrugged, and instead walked over next to Ronja until their paths were about to split, and the words from their host were given a quick reminder. "Got it, I'll go take care of the crops- Oh be careful with the snakes. I think he said they come from Zalra, a rare crystal specimen or something I dunno..." With what she knew of Zalra, these meant business. "Call out if you need anything." Fiora gently waved at Ronja as the pair split up, although they were still at a reasonable distance eitherway, with Ronja focusing on the hungry chickens that begun to swarm her like their savior.

Seriously hungry. And from here, Ronja could notice the chicken coops, painted red as expected, had a distinctive glow coming from inside, in shades of purple, pink and blue, shaped just like an egg each of them.

Some of them even changed colours now as these hungry white farm monsters nom their food, as if they were reacting to something.

Fiora on the other hand groaned and moaned in her attempts to pull these weeds out, killing a few innocent corns- outright ripping them out. But that came along with some of the weeds too, which was half of a success for her?

"No can't do, we gonna need to think outside of the box for this one." Like whenever brute strength couldn't solve her problems, the elf stood back up and dusted her clothes off from dirt and corn alike. "Hey RONJAAAAA! Where's the shed?!" Fiora shouted back.

Despite having Hyper Sense, she still kept missing the most obvious of details...

Expertise Check
1d100 (19) + 10 = 29

Knack | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462

Roll Result
1d100 (54) = 54

monster lootbox

Use Knack (DC 70) to pull out the bad weeds trying to destroy your poor crops! Success or failure, roll a 1d100.
1: ???
2-20: Oh-oh, looks like you got a MONSTER WEED!
20-50: Pumpkins are pretty popular nowdays. But unfortunately, this one is known for it's appetite.
51-99: Nice, no bad weeds or anything!
100: ???
If you got a monster weed or a pumpkin, roll a 1d3 for it's LP. [0/6]

1-3 LP 70 DC 15 RETAL

❰ ??? / ??? ❱

Nasty Maws

When attacking the Lurker, roll Fortitude or Reflex (DC 75) to either avoid or brush off the sticky substance the Lurker spits. Failure to do so will force -10 to all rolls. this can stack up to 2 times.

1-3 LP 60 DC 15 RETAL

❰ ??? / ??? ❱

Pumpkin Seed!

Every turn that the Pumpkin remains alive it will spit a seed. The seed starts with 1 LP. If the pumpkin is still alive by the next turn or the seed is not broken, it will transform into a Pumpkin Mimic JR! The Pumpkin Mimic JR does 10 retal per turn and forces a fortitude or reflex save with DC 60. If failed, it will impose disadvantage on attacks. If the Pumpkin Mimic dies, all Pumpkin Mimic JRs die. A target can't be grappled by more than 1 pumpkin JR

Use any check you like to feed the animals! There's currently cows, horses, chickens, pigs, tortoises and hedgehogs. You can choose to feed the snakes, which will add a +40 to modifiers, but you run the risk of getting a nasty bite for trying unless you find the means to safely handle them.

For every turn where the animals are not tended to, there runs a risk they escape and start eating the crops! [61/500]

The Shed's a mess. Tools all over the place, gardening equipment aswell as pesticides spilled over. There is much to be done to clean up this whole area, but perhaps there's something of use if you can look over all the rubbish and garbage spilled all across?

Roll any check you feel would fit so long as you can flavour it to clean up the shed and start organizing it's tidbits here and there. [0/250]

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@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 8, 2022

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Feeding some Chickens

Ronja giggled at Fiora's statement, tilting her head and resting an index on her lips. "Ronja is a fantasy farmer for today." She said.

"Ronja won't be feeding any snakes right now. She would rather do it with you when you are done with your part." Ronja admitted, continuing to work on the chicken feeding. This time, however, she focused on feeding the chickens that were less eager than the others, which by consequence meant they had eaten less.

Just because they were more timid, it didn't mean they deserved to eat less! Ronja wouldn't stand for this!

Quickly, she tried to toss them some corn, even risking trying to actually step into the coop, until she noticed the funny looking shades in egg-shapes, which caught her curiosity until Fiora called for her.

"Huh? Ronja doesn't know! She is feeding the chickens!" She called back, poking her head out of the coop to see if she could spot Fiora.

"Ronja is seeing some weird things here too! Do chickens in Terrasphere lay down colourful eggs?" She wondered.

Play Sheet

Expertise Check
1d100 (11) + 25 = 36
Awareness | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

[ 97/500 ]

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 10, 2022

Helping out Ronja with the animals

When worst came to be, that is the weeds proving harder to cut through, the elf poked her head around to look for the shed.

Except... She really didn't want to go there alone, let aside the fact she couldn't see it no matter how plain view it is, and doubt begun to turn her idea to a new direction, one that had Fiora stepping over next to Ronja once she begun to question the strange nature of the eggs.

"I mean, it's terrasphere. Does it surprise you that we see the weirdest crap happening every single day?" That didn't work as an answer to her though. These spontaneous changes in colour kept them at the corner of her eyes even as she helped Ronja drop food to these fat birds... Were these birds even? Instinct said yes, but she never paid much attention at school in the first place. "Well, you know what they say: Fuck aroun' and find out." A confident smirk upon her face and with a well timed jump that left her closer to the hen house, Fiora tiptoed her way towards these priced eggs.

And as if every single one of them were automated, all the chickens stopped all at once to eat, turning their heads close to 180° degrees, staring at the knightess. Ronja would be the one to notice how their eyes suddently shifted to crimson red, glowy even, as these cold birbs ran at full speed towards Fiora and begun to PECK her.

"HOLY SHIT WHAT THE F-" Words cut off by a scream as the chicken nado literally forced her to run away and jump back out next to Ronja, face first against the dirt, and all of a sudden these chickens ceased their aggression, and their eyes returned to normal, with one whistling noise escaping from each.

To Ronja, these patterns and the chill within their stare would begin to fit with the pattern of many of the horrors they spotted at Vintergard, if one were to replace deadly machinery with fluffy birds and the dragonship with eggs.

"...Okay. Chickens. Very mad." Her voice broke from a lack of air that forced her head down against the grass once again to breathe, both relief and shock holding back every mouthful she took in false hopes of easing herself back to normal. Sadly, it's not nearly as easy as taking a beating from these chickens. "Your... Turn."

Expertise Check
1d100 (20) + 35 = 55

Fitness | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462

[ 152/500 ]

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@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 10, 2022

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Feeding some Snakes

"F-Fiora, wait-" Ronja knew better than to meddle with chickens, reminding herself of her time spent playing Legend of Zelda making her instinctively wary of Chickens when going too close into their territory without proper skill.

When the Chickens went crazy, Ronja staggered and flinched back, with the only thing snatching her attention back to the situation being Fiora falling face first to the dirt.

"Oh Fiora. Are you alright?" She asked, worriedly as she approached, but soon calmed down as she noticed the Elf was fine.

"Aw Fiora..." Ronja giggled, gently caressing Fiora's cheek and trying to wipe away the dirt on her face. "Here, let's try to feed those snakes this time. The chickens are too agitated now." She said, helping her girlfriend up and nudging her toward the snakes.

Crossing her arms, Ronja looked at the exotic snakes with curiosity. "They are sure different, let's be careful with them." Ronja said, taking a basket of mundane eggs, and calmly putting them on the edge of the cage.

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@Fiora Di Angelo

Expertise Check
1d100 (36) + 50 + 40 = 126
Knowledge | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

[ 278/500 ]

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 11, 2022

Helping out Ronja with the animals

A smile warmed up her mood entirely once Ronja begun to giggle and wipe dirt off from her. "I'm alright now, yeah." Fiora replied, helping herself back up with the magia's assistance, her hands cleaning up her shirt and belt. Just when Ronja suggested to pay a visit to the snakes, a frown crossed her features. Something about them just felt more dangerous than the chickens, but that's to be expected.

And yet, the chickens proved to be a menace on their own, so what gives?

These serpentine fellows were stuck within a cage. Surprisingly, it had no way in or out, it was completely sealed. However, there was something noteworthy: they all had some shine and glow to them, translucent enough to see through, and there was nothing but wet soil within their cages, with fungi glowing from within.

The three of them rattled, hissing the more Ronja approached the basket, and Fiora's instincts kicked in to hook her arm around and gently pull the magia a step or two back, concern taking the best of her at the moment, overprotective as only she could be.

Indeed the snakes were ghastly in some way, as one of them quite literally phased through the cage if only to -pull- the basket with the help of it's peers, like it was somehow far more aware than your regular animal or spectre would, Fiora watched with widened eyes. "Ghost snakes?!" Her voice pitched up with that exclamation. "What the hell is this guy's farm about..." Giving a look over to Ronja, the elf just finally let go of her once these boneless socks went back idle on their own, coiling around the few eggs they had to swallow for a meal.

"Let's go with the hedgehogs instead, we can feed them and then check out the shed? The crops are kind of rough to deal with for some reason, and the weeds get all tangled up on them like a parasite would." A hand went up to stroke her chin, pensive. "We gonna need something to cut these down, I think the notes from the last handler mentioned some shears." She sighed off, letting her hand drop down before the left rose for a quick boop! On Ronja's nose. "Too much for a peaceful farm day eh? Or maybe this is just what they do in Terrasphere: weird farms..."

Expertise Check
1d100 (31) + 35 + 40 = 106

Fitness | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462

[ 384/500 ]

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@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 11, 2022

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Feeding some Hedgehogs

Fiora's protectiveness, even if it wasn't a true life-threatening situation in Ronja's eyes, was very well received and welcomed, with a genuine smile on Ronja's lips, followed with a small tease: "You worry too much, Fiora." She said, letting out a quiet chuckle. "Ronja is fine, those snakes aren't as bad as they look when you are far enough." Something that Ronja really wasn't obeying a few seconds ago.

"... Hedgehogs, huh?" Ronja muttered before nodding eagerly. "Hedgehogs are cute, Ronja would love to see and feed them!" She said with a beaming smile, just as she went to pick their rations and return to the place and to the topic at hand.

"Ronja does think we need to fix the shed first too. We can't continue to do our work if it is all unorganized like it is right now." She sighed, then shrugging before going for the hedgehog's area.

Quickly, Ronja offered some of the rations for the small creatures, then looking at Fiora before gesturing for her to do the same. "Here, it is very easy to feed them... At least, that is what Ronja's Investigation Mode is explaining..."

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@Fiora Di Angelo

Expertise Check
1d100 (37) + 50 = 87
Knowledge | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

[ 471/500 ]

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 19, 2022

Helping out Ronja with the animals

Her eyes were set all on Ronja, squinting the more she talked, as if trying to excuse the fact she broke every single rule and went up close to the spooky ghostly snakes from the gem land with the crystal diseases. The elf sighed off, rubbing her forehead seconds after. "One of us has to worry, or we'll end up full of snake bites. If you do that again, no carrying you for a week, princess." She waged a finger menacingly, as if that could stop anyone, yet given how well received the piggyrides were, she knew it could be a form of leverage against the careless magia.

Thankfully, the hedgehogs were far far FAR more tame than the nasty snakes, they were certainly a strange sort, given the spikes on their bodies were made out of metal, much like the hedgehogs themselves, and the rations labelled for them were actually... Metal scraps? Interesting.

"This is weird as hell... There's a lot of robots, and some magical creatures, it's like- Yeah, fantasy farm." She pointed out, watching how the little ones ate scraps and licked the oil out of them. They certainly were something, and their little cores begun to beep boop and shine brighter in a pale light.

When offered, Fiora took hold of some of these 'rations' and kneeled down to throw them at the group of little spikey fellas. That's how it's done, right? They are eating away at it, so maybe she's right on that. "Yeah, less dangerous too... Oh hey look at that!" Fiora gasped, pointing out to where the shed was, before quickly bending over to take hold of Ronja- "Got ya'" And before she could tell it, her whole world was turned about 90 degrees or so, as the knightess put the little farmer on a princess carry and just waltzed away towards the shed.

Which, would take a kick from her leathery boot to open and let all the dust and rats to come out as that happened, those squeakers hiding amidst the debris, tools and the spider webs that formed around. One could even find traces of magitech scattered across the workshop's tables. Fragments that were... Missing? From a bigger machine? Some looked like they belonged to the many 'broken' tools around. But there was little to tell which, beyond mix and matching.

That, or checking the countless of boxes piled up and blocking the way to the back of the shed.

Expertise Check
1d100 (35) + 30 = 65

Fitness | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462

[ 500/Complete! ]

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@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 20, 2022

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Cleaning up the Shed

Ronja's eyes widened slightly at the threat, "W-Wait, no! The carrying is so nice..." She pouted, not wishing to lose the bride carry rights she had just gained with Fiora. It seemed like she would need to behave and not be that careless during their venture on this farm, as much excited as Ronja was. "Fantasy farms are very fun. Ronja wonders if real world's farms are as fun though..." Ronja crossed her arms, pondering about it until Fiora pointed at somewhere.

"Huh-?" She turned to look at Fiora's bait, before the world suddenly shifted and Ronja squeaked in surprise, holding onto Fiora tightly when the ground was suddenly far from her feet. "Fiora!" She contested, laughing and letting out a sigh. "Or should Ronja call you 'Nico'?" She wondered for a moment.

"You are really trying to make Ronja fall in love with you at least once per day, right?" She giggled, looking at the knightess with a warm expression, relaxing and leaning on her as she was carried to the shed, caressing her companion's arm until they reached their destination.

Getting there, the Magia was quick to give an analysis, even before she was released from the carry.

"This will take a bit, but Ronja knows exactly where to start and how to organize it!" She said, activating her Investigation Mode, which allowed her to see the geometry of everything and how to put all of them together to optimize the space.

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@Fiora Di Angelo

Expertise Check
1d100 (29) + 55 = 84 (seems like we can't roll above 40 on dice in this thread)
Knowledge | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

[ 84/250 ]

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 20, 2022

Cleaning the shed too.

Her playful but stern visage made sure to work as a mask to conceal her smile right now. Of course her threat worked masterfully, and while Ronja wondered the least likely case, given that farms probably took just as much effort as real ones but without the extras of being super heroes like in Terrasphere, the elf swiped her off her feet like prince charming.

"Fiora!"
"Yes?" She replied, oh so smugly at it, innocent eyes practically pleaded themselves as such to the magia on her exaltation, who gave up and opted for laughter. Fiora's cheeks turned a rosy red at the first time anyone called her like that while ingame. "Uuuhm, only when it's us two, yeah? I don't want everyone to call me Nico while in Terrasphere." She dropped the terms of service, but hoped to seal the deal with a quick smooch on the nose.

"You are really trying to make Ronja fall in love with you at least once per day, right?"
"You don't even have to try."

Fuzzy feelings took over the lapse between the farm and the shed. Everything felt like it should be, like they have been living in a farm like this for years and today is average, mere daily routine. Holding eachother like this being the core of this fond memory, so unreal, the elf blissfuly lost herself in it.

Until Ronja's voice rang her ears true, the knightess blinked twice and left a little yelp. Ronja already had begun to make steps towards organizing, and instead of lollygagging any further, she got down to do the heavy lifting for her. Like usual, she's the brawns, Ronja's the brains.

"Sorry, got lost for a sec. where were we?" She pursed her lips, dragging one box to the side and heading over to grab yet another package of pesticide, separating it from the rest as to keep a head count of their inventory. "Oh yeah, been plannin' to leave the Adventurer's Guild for sometime now. I'll be heading over with the Lion's Pride. Was thinking, since you are real good with tech and magic... Maybe you could help me out if I ever needed a smith? I'll even get you the stuff you need." Because as far as she can tell, the Lion's Pride ain't paying her a cent for her job, and they can't ask for money either. At least they get some nice headquarters...

Still downgrades from the AG though.

"When i'm a fancy knight with a badge and all, I'll let everyone know about Princess Ronja of the Magia."

Expertise Check
1d100 (88) + 30 = 118 (You just have a case of Skill Issue)

Fitness | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462
[ 202/250 ]

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 20, 2022

160 / 160

Cleaning up the Shed

Ronja's face colored in a crimson tone when her nose was smooched, averting her gaze sheepishly as she scolded herself internally.

You can't keep acting like a cringe highschooler, you are an adult!

She slipped a sigh, shaking her head and returning her focus to taking care of the Shed, mostly guiding Fiora around but also using some of her Magia Strength to work through some heavy items. "Alright, noted. Ronja won't be calling you Nico in front of others." Ronja said.

"Ronja will call you honey instead." She giggled, with the tease partially backfiring slightly as she continued to listen to Fiora's words.

There was a faint rosy hue on her cheeks when she was called a princess, with her gaze shifting to Fiora. "Isn't... Being part of Lions Pride a bit dangerous though? You saw in Camp Hope... They all had to go and be part of the vanguard." Ronja said, looking at Fiora, concerned.

"Ronja can help you with anything you want though, be it smithing, potions- all the things that you need." Ronja said, smiling. "Every resource Ronja can afford to have to herself is yours as well."

Resolute, she pushed the last item into its spot, slapping the dust out of her hands and letting out a breath out of exertion.

Play Sheet

@Fiora Di Angelo

Expertise Check
1d100 (71) + 55 = 126 (Shhh)
Knowledge | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

[ 328/250 ]

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 21, 2022

Killing le Bad Weeds

"Alright, noted. Ronja won't be calling you Nico in front of others."
"Good, than-"
"Ronja will call you honey instead." And this gremlin of a magia just giggled, having caught her completely off-guard with that.

If her grip were any weaker, then that box full of spare parts would have gone right against her right foot. Instead, the elf quickly let it drop unceremoniously on the ground, cushioning it as best as she could at it, before she turned back to look at Ronja.

"Scared ya', honey?" A smile gave away how purposeful that 'drop' was, and how the knightess came out practically unscatched. "That one's okay if you don't mind me using it every now and then. Sounds fair, right?" She shrugged, her hands going down to lift the pesticide over her shoulder.

Ronja on the other hand would find two things: A garden knife with a reinforced handle padded with metal yet wrapped on plastic across the surface for ease of grip, and a fork weeder, both tools mainly utilized for breaking through roots from different sets of soil. Just what they needed to conclude the job. Yet given their worn out state, it might imply they are not as hard-proof as it seems and could use one or two tweaks.

All rolls to dispose of the weeds have a +50 modifier, and the DC is now 60!

"Guess we are done." She left a loud sigh, free hand over her chest. They came into the shed being a complete wreck, more akin to a beggar's home. But now with Ronja's masterful domain of space and their combined strength and perseverance, it did look like a place worthy to put tools in. Everything had a place, even the cobweb on the top right corner of the ceiling looked cleaner, but that might just be hyperbole. The spider didn't even care to be fair, far too busy with a fly turned into a meal at the moment.

Ronja's concerns were so cute, she actually wished she could make her worry just a lil' more, without getting too out of hand of course. Fiora closed the distance, pesticide at her side, her left gloved hand went to stroke the magia's cheeks reassuringly. "Everything we do is dangerous in this game. The explorers have it worse though believe me. Besides! We were part of that vanguard." She retorted. It sounded silly to hinder their own fun just because of a little danger, so long as they had eachother's back, there shouldn't be anything to worry about. "No thinking, mkay? Do less of that, it makes you worry for no reason." With that, Fiora gestured to the side with her head, pointing out to the exit. "Come on, we got some weeds to deal with."

By then, Fiora left to use the pesticide sparingly instead, dropping grains over the crops, dirty knees and careful placement had the elf trying her damnest not to screw it up by accident. Yet between that, and how often she had to fight to gather her hair from touching the ground, she wasn't getting that far in either. "Fuck, now I see why people don't let their hair reach this far down..." She muttered.

"Ah, the same offer goes both ways. If you ever need me for anything, I'll share with ya'. I try to travel light though besides what I have in my inventory. Weapons, spare clothes, camping supplies. Essentials really." At least what she could come up with at the top of her head right now. "I got some whetstones too. I'll just say, this game's so realistic it hurts at times. At least I don't have to make bullets for my guns like you." She chuckled

Expertise Check
1d100 (5) + 0 + 50 = 55

Knack | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462

[ 0/7 ]

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@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 21, 2022

160 / 160

Cleaning up the Shed

Ronja giggled at the tease return, winking. "All fair for Ronja." She smiled with rosy cheeks, reaching for the tools they could find, taking a small glance at them before reinforcing everything with a bit of Arcanamancy.

It waaas a little of cheating, but what was the point of being in a fantasy farm and not using fantasy solutions?

With the reinforced tools, Ronja looked up at Fiora, still having a faintly concerned expression at the topic at hand. The stroke on her cheek, along with the reassuring words did calm her down slightly, and before she could retort, the mention of not thinking about it cutted her attempt to mention something.

"... Alright." She nodded. "... But Ronja will make your UI chat fairly busy when you are on missions," Ronja said, approaching to the weeds and reaching for one that looked particularly large. "Ronja knows she can count on you, Nico." She smiled warmly. "You made it very clear... Since we met." Ronja said, taking a moment to hold her breath and pull the weed she held, that seemed to resist for a moment before it erupted off the ground in a the shape of a large pumpkin, that greedily stared at the two girls.

Ronja squeaked at the sight, trying to quickly recover from the fall on her butt after the pull.

Play Sheet

@Fiora Di Angelo

Expertise Check
1d100 (13) + 0 + 50 = 63
Knack | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

Roll Result
1d100 (37) = 37
Bad Weeds Lootbox

[ 1/7 ]

2 LP 60 DC 15 RETAL

❰ 2 / 2 ❱

Pumpkin Seed!

Every turn that the Pumpkin remains alive it will spit a seed. The seed starts with 1 LP. If the pumpkin is still alive by the next turn or the seed is not broken, it will transform into a Pumpkin Mimic JR! The Pumpkin Mimic JR does 10 retal per turn and forces a fortitude or reflex save with DC 60. If failed, it will impose disadvantage on attacks. If the Pumpkin Mimic dies, all Pumpkin Mimic JRs die. A target can't be grappled by more than 1 pumpkin JR

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 22, 2022

It was clear to her that it didn't stop Ronja from thinking about it, not in the slightest, yet it still had an effect with the answer given, that much hope she had at least. The farmer knight settled with using her rake instead, in an attempt to try and tear the weeds's roots with the quite sharp tool, far more than any rake should in the first place, her ears twitching lightly as third person speech, characteristic of the magia, meant she had more to say.

Her heart raced with excitement, sensations that made it itchy in the good kind of way unlike the usual, a side of it that Ronja had brought back to life, and every day did maintenance on it. "You can, oooor you could also come with me. I'll speak in your defense if they try to stop you. We are a team, Ronja, I ain't about to let you go on your own if I can help it." She paused, her eyes scattered to the side, frowning to how insensitive that sounded.

No, not a team...

"...More like, the only person in my life that matters." Her thoughts escaped through her lips in a quieter tone than usual, Fiora cleared her throat, side-glancing the magia and returning the warm smile given, the one boost to her confidence: To know Ronja had her back, emotionally, physically and-

And now she had hers, the elf reacting as soon as a monstrous pumpkin broke from the floor, rushing straight over to it with murderous intent, both hands tightly grasping the rake's shaft before she slammed it full force upon the top of that smug grin the fruit had, pumpkin juice splashing everywhere once she did.

"You okay, princess? You got a bit of paste on ya' Maybe we can cook a pie with it if we find more?" Fiora chuckled, dropping the rake to instead stretch both hands over the COMPACT magia, offering to help her back up on her feet. "Would love to see ya' cook. Because I suck if I'm honest, I really don't have a healthy diet out of the game."

Thankfully, Ronja's arcanamancy made sure both of her tools didn't break, and in fact were enough to rip the malicious weeds unlike Fiora's. For once, some progress on the ample farm, but given how wide it stretched across, it's no surprise if it wasn't the only place with a terrible set of magical flowers waiting to nom them.

Bad Weeds Lootbox
Expertise Check
1d100 (4) + 50 = 54

Knack | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462

Roll Result
1d100 (76) = 76

lootbox
[ 1/3 ]

2 LP 60 DC 15 RETAL

❰ 0 / 2 ❱

Pumpkin Seed!

Every turn that the Pumpkin remains alive it will spit a seed. The seed starts with 1 LP. If the pumpkin is still alive by the next turn or the seed is not broken, it will transform into a Pumpkin Mimic JR! The Pumpkin Mimic JR does 10 retal per turn and forces a fortitude or reflex save with DC 60. If failed, it will impose disadvantage on attacks. If the Pumpkin Mimic dies, all Pumpkin Mimic JRs die. A target can't be grappled by more than 1 pumpkin JR

Ultra Counter
1d100 (59) + 25 + 15 + 100 = 199
199 damage
Ultra Counter successful! 100 damage added. Take 20 less damage. Vulnerable State negated.
Aura | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462

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@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 22, 2022

145 / 160

Removing Bad Weeds
-15 HP from Retal

Taking Fiora's hand, she pulled herself back to her feet, recovering herself.

"Well... Ronja is more of a baker than a cook." She rubbed her neck, a bit sheepish that Fiora wanted to try her food. But also, if they were meant to be together, she would need to do it eventually, right? She couldn't just let maids do all the work! She had the task of indulging Fiora... Nico... With her own skills.

"Ronja... Would love to cook for you though. Both in here, and... Out there." Ronja looked up at Fiora with a warm smile, that matched the heat of her cheeks.

"A-As for... Coming with you? Ronja could think about it. She is more involved on MIT, but she doesn't think they would reject a collaboration." She nodded, looking at Fiora and feeling an overwhelming embarrassment at the words, despite being flattered at the declaration.

"Only person that matters..?" She swallowed, averting her gaze. "Are you sure? But..." Ronja grabbed a weed, with the idea of Fiora not having anyone else that mattered for her causing her chest to twist in concern, though soon another pumpkin erupted, causing Ronja to squeak once again and frown, before exploding it with another blast of pure mana power.

"Y-Yuck--" She frowned, feeling the pumpkin scattered on her.

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@Fiora Di Angelo

Expertise Check
1d100 (88) + 0 + 50 = 138
Knack | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

Roll Result
1d100 (33) = 33
Bad Weeds Lootbox

Protect
1d100 (86) + 15 + 15 + 10 = 126
126 damage
Give 1 ally in your zone the Protected State
Arcanamancy | Ronja Bubblyfoot | 1462

[ 2/3 ]

2 LP 60 DC 15 RETAL

❰ 0 / 2 ❱

Pumpkin Seed!

Every turn that the Pumpkin remains alive it will spit a seed. The seed starts with 1 LP. If the pumpkin is still alive by the next turn or the seed is not broken, it will transform into a Pumpkin Mimic JR! The Pumpkin Mimic JR does 10 retal per turn and forces a fortitude or reflex save with DC 60. If failed, it will impose disadvantage on attacks. If the Pumpkin Mimic dies, all Pumpkin Mimic JRs die. A target can't be grappled by more than 1 pumpkin JR

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 25, 2022

"Well... Ronja is more of a baker than a cook."
"That don't change much really. Baked goods, sweets or beef, just throw anything at me and I'll eat it, I ain't picky." Fiora replied with a smile that shifted quickly to irritation, something grumie squirmed down her hairs, which she quickly swatted away. Just leftovers from that pumpkin of earlier. "We could start cooking these pumpkins I mean it. Would be the first step to cooking for me in-game." She deflected, as it was probably their best shot. The prospect of taking more money from Ari's wallets just to visit RonjaI just didn't click with her whatsoever. Enough debts she owed to the man, moreso than her conciousness is willing to take in.

Another one of those fruits emerged, and the elf watched with fascination as she pulled from her own set of roots, with herculean strength bulging the veins of her arms, as Ronja took down to the most basic of solutions: Smash that mother hobber with magic.

"If you cook like you hunt these down, I bet it's gotta be good." She chuckled, cut short once the bad plants gave in to her persistent pulling and gravity followed it's course, with the knightess flopping on her back, shoving the weed to the air in triumph. "Got it!"

"Just because you are with the nerds doesn't mean we can't do stuff." Finally back on her feet, Fiora turned over towards the magia, quizzical look on her face. "Unless you want to be 24/7 working for them, and I really don't recommend it. All the factions are shady as fuck, even Lion's feels like they know more than they give in despite being a bunch of dumb brickfaces." It was natural for her to question, to doubt. NPCs were just as shady as players, and both were at equal grounds in Terrasphere. If Camp Hope taught her something is not to fight for others, not unless they were worth dying for.

An easy choice between them and Ronja.

"Well I'll say that about wraps it up, but old Zenrod ain't back yet. Why don't we pack up everything then head inside? I could use a bit of shade, the sun's killin' me." A hand went forth to push aside a bit of pumpkin leftovers from the magia's hairs, giggling a bit to self at the mess they left around them regarding these vermin. With a bit of luck, that would keep Ronja from thinking too hard on what she last said, if that lack of eyecontact and doubt within her words weren't enough of a tell for the elf to switch up subjects.

Expertise Check
1d100 (75) + 0 + 50 = 125

Knack | Fiora Di Angelo | 1462

Roll Result
1d100 (52) = 52

lootbox
[ 3/Complete! ]

Play Sheet
@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 26, 2022

145 / 160

Ronja wiped some of the pumpkin scattered on her, slapping some pieces out of her way, and casting a glance at Fiora when she told she wasn't picky. "In this case, Ronja thinks we could pick up these pumpkins and make some use out of them. It isn't like the farmer will use these smashed pumpkins, anyway. So may as well make a surprise." Ronja said, smiling warmly at Fiora, then chuckling at her words.

"Ronja is certainly far better at cooking them... So let's head inside, yeah." She winked, gently taking Fiora's arm as they moved toward the farmhouse, while the topic about the factions went on.

"The factions aren't trustworthy for you then?" Ronja asked, tilting her head slightly as she wondered why that troubled Fiora that much. "Well, you've always sounded like to be the type that isn't fond of organizations." She said, slightly troubled that Fiora still wanted to go to a faction she didn't trust entirely.

Pushing the door open, Ronja sighed in relief when shade finally covered them, with a hand going straight to her forehead for a sweep.

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@Fiora Di Angelo

Fiora Di Angelo · Nov 26, 2022

"You are the boss." She said, the elf whistling along the way as she picked up fragments of these pumpkins until enough of a pile rests on her arms. "I mean, if you want to leave some pumpkin for the old man that would be kind of you. Hell, might get us an extra paycheck, I wouldn't mind. He probably has enough paper inside his pockets." Putting all the weight on one arm, and almost playing balance with the pieces of orange fruit, Fiora wrapped one arm with Ronja at her command.

"Well, you've always sounded like to be the type that isn't fond of organizations."
A guttural, pensive 'hmmm' escaped from her throat just then. "Astorea is a city with a troubled past apparently, and ruled by a player who got UI-locked. The Lion's are lead by a starcalled too, and so is MIT. Some rumours say that the MIT head-honcho locked himself into the game just to test out if it was real or not." Fiora shook off her head just then, dissapointment riddled her frown just then. That's stupidity, but the dangerous sort. "I'll be honest, I don't like any, but I have a friend in Lion's I can trust on, and not everyone in the Lion's pride is a player. Some are Landers. And there's one thing I know: Landers know this world better than we do, they were born here, they fight like people that fit in it. We don't." Grimmacing over the truth. What are they but a crippled girl and a walking failure playing heroes?

Mustering her resolve once again, Fiora sighed off these thoughts, hopeful in tone now. "I need to learn from a true fighter, someone whose seen conflicts and made it out alive. Not a player, I need a real battle strategist that can show me how it's done, aswell as some combat training." Preparation is key, and given Astorea and Falderen, something told her a war would inevitably break out once peace became optional.

Not that she cares, not is it her concern whatsoever. But she can't control Ronja, neither predict her if she would take a side or not.

Once they made it in, Fiora stretched herself, wiping her boots on the carpet first and foremost, or their poor client would be left with stains all over the floor, which had enough dust as it is.

"Alright, I guess we should change first. I really hope this place has a magi-tech bathtub or something, the sweat's killin' me." Right hand pulled from the collar of her shirt, the first stop would be in the kitchen for her, the lamps getting lit by themselves as she approached, their peculiar blue flame felt cold, as if it did the opposite of warming them up, yet it's only a sensation, right..?

Whatever it is, she got rid of the pumpkins across the counter and headed her way back to Ronja, and without a second thought the knightess wrapped an arm around the magia's waist and lifted her up just like a bag of potatoes and moved on to the staircase, as if nothing just happened.

"Stairs are dangerous. So, as your knight-farmer I'll save you the trouble and take you there myself." She nodded, letting Ronja finally walk on her own once they reached the top floors and the hallway that lead to the plentiful of bedrooms with no little amount of old, yet surprisingly fashionable furniture.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Ronja Bubblyfoot · Nov 27, 2022

Fiora's idea regarding joining a faction was understandable. But Ronja couldn't help but wonder why she wanted to handle conflicts that much... Perhaps there was something she wanted to achieve that Ronja still wasn't aware of. Something she should've probably asked about for a long time now, but the joy of each day they spent together didn't let her stop to think and ask her.

Now that she stopped to think about it, despite everything, they didn't really know each other all that much.

Ronja began unbuttoning her plaid shirt and putting it by a chair, revealing the dark tank top under it as she absent-mindedly listened to Fiora's words. "A bath tub..? Ronja--" Her eyes then grew wide when her words were cut short with a squeak, caused by the sudden grip of the knightess that suddenly lifted her up.

"Fiora!" Ronja protested between laughs, holding onto Fiora as she shook her head until she was released upstairs. "Good grief..." She giggled, looking at Fiora and brushing the hair in front of her face to the back of her ears. "Hmm..." Her eyes then shifted to the rooms, pondering. "Good thing Ronja brought some casual clothes for herself. But a bath would go very well now." She sighed, wondering if there would be an actual bathroom in there.

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