Training in the sand. [private]
Jun 4, 2020 6:06:15 GMT -7
Post by Starnaess on Jun 4, 2020 6:06:15 GMT -7
Cutting Corners but Not Quality
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User doubles their Crafting Roll results.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Craftsman can use their Craft Skill Faster. When a Crafting Roll is Performed for each Crafting Post, the user doubles the result of each Crafting Roll. For Example: User is trying to craft a sword. A Staff member rolls a 1d100 and rolls a 33. The User gains a 66 from this Roll. This can be applied to every Crafting Roll. This technique can be applied to Master of the Craft.
Limit: Must be an Artisan.
Rank: "B"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User doubles their Crafting Roll results.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The Craftsman can use their Craft Skill Faster. When a Crafting Roll is Performed for each Crafting Post, the user doubles the result of each Crafting Roll. For Example: User is trying to craft a sword. A Staff member rolls a 1d100 and rolls a 33. The User gains a 66 from this Roll. This can be applied to every Crafting Roll. This technique can be applied to Master of the Craft.
Limit: Must be an Artisan.
The only problem? He took the entire night to do so. That resulted in a very unimpressed Gwyn glaring at him, hands wrapped over her chest, frowning.“What did I say about staying up late?” Gwyn asked, raising an eyebrow. Al rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed, and she sighed. “Come on, to bed!” “No! I’ve got to work on so many orders and-.” She shut him up with a glare that had sent him almost running away, screaming.
“Al, Brother, you need rest. You need to sleep to make good weapons.” Gwyn said to him, tapping her leg on the ground. “You need to properly make sure everything that you do is normal and that everything that you do has your complete attention. If you’re sleepy, you’ll make a faulty weapon and even hurt yourself while you’re at it.
That is not something that you want to do now, do you?”“No.” Al shook his head. “I don’t.”“Then go to bed. I’ll pitch in for you today.” Gwyn said, pointing towards his room. He sighed, and slinked off. Gwyn scoffed and looked at his deisign, and whistled. It was a heavily complicated design, but it was the only way that it would work.