#ACTION #REINCARNATION #SYSTEM #NPC #OVERLORD

yellowness

this is by Midasman on fanfic non of this is mine. this is for personal reading.

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22 Chs

Prologue

So I was looking around the site and noticed that for all the Overlord OC stories with GM's, Level 100 Players, and Opposing Guilds, I have yet to see a story with a person trapped in the body of a Nazarick NPC. Not saying there aren't any; just that I have not seen them.

So I have decided to rectify that problem!

Introducing Yellowness! The story of man from our world being graced by Truck-kun's blessing and being sent into an Isekai setting of a fictional franchise!

I had looked both ways.

I damn well know I looked both ways.

It all happened so fast. That damned truck seemed to just come out of nowhere.

One moment the street was empty. Quite. A little cold. Some flickering street lights were giving me a headache, but that's nothing out of the ordinary.

I was walking, I had the right of way, but I was struck from the side. Even caught a glimpse of the vehicle that struck me as I slid against the pavement. Damn thing didn't even slow down to see what it hit! They just drove off!

Coming to a skidding stop, I was left on my back. My body shook from the impact even as I laid there. I moved my arm behind my head to check for any injury. It was actually hard to move my arm, everything felt so heavy. I think I might have broken my arm.

I felt a sticky smudge coating my hair.

Damn. The whole 'hit and fall' must have broken the skin. I winced as I felt around. Yep, skin was definitely broken, probably going to need some stitches. Well, on the bright side, at least it wasn't too bad. A good hit to the back of the head could be a whole lot worse than just needing stitches.

I noticed a few people running over to see if I was okay. They were saying something to me. My ears were ringing so I couldn't hear them. Didn't take a genius to guess they were asking something along the lines of 'are you okay'. When I tried to tell them I was feeling a sharp pain in my chest and that I was feeling a bit light headed, but all that came out was a wet gurgle.

One of the people took out their phone, probably to call for help.

I felt really tired all of a sudden. Now, I know it's important to stay awake when you have a head injury. The frantic patting of my face by one of the onlookers made that painfully obvious. But the injury didn't feel that bad. In fact, other than the burning sensation at the back of my skull, I didn't feel any head pains. Probably a wound from skidding against the pavement.

Personally, I was more worried about my arm and chest. I couldn't feel the tips of my fingers and it felt challenging to breath. Probably broke a bone.

Or several.

You know what, I'm just going to rest my eyes. Only for a moment sir! No need to shake me! Just wake me up when the ambulance arrives. Or just give me something when they get here. They must have something to wake a person up.

My eyes closed, I felt a little better actually. Pain wise. My body was still a bit cold. Strange, its the middle of summer. Even at night it doesn't get that cold.

But almost as soon as I felt the cold seep into my bones, it was gone.

I opened my eyes, yet I saw only darkness.

First I thought my eyes were still closed. But no, I was sure they were open. It was dark. Couldn't even see the hand I was waving in front of my face!

There was a sound in the darkness. Soft, but noticeable. Not an angelic choir off to shepherd me to the pearly gates. Nor did it sound like the fires from down there. It was a soft humming sound. Like someone was humming a song to themselves.

Was I dead?

And then there was light!

It blinded me momentarily. Couldn't even close my eyes to block it out, my iris's had to adjust for me to see anything.

But as my sight returned, everything seemed wrong.

The floor, walls, and ceiling of the room were of stone. A few carpets and hanging drapes here and there The room I was in was devoid of furniture, save a single mirror at the far end of the room. I couldn't see a door from where I was looking.

I tried to make sense of my surroundings.

It was then I noticed I was standing upright. And that I could not move. Not in the sense that I was tied in place, or restrained in any way, but that my body was not obeying me. I just couldn't move. Not even the smallest twitch of my fingers or toes. Hell, even my eyeballs did not move.

I was simply frozen.

Then I heard the humming again. This time from behind me. A figure just out of the corner of my eye. I tried to crane my neck over, but alas, I was unable to do so.

A minute went by. Then the figure crossed into my sight, and I saw it.

Not a man, but a monster.

It's skin was bone white. Eyes grayed over. Face far too long to be considered human. It also had no mouth in sight. Several thick tendrils ran down its body from the back of the head like hair. Black bone like things arced around its head like a crown. Its limbs were thin and spindly. Leg joints reversed like a styre or a bovine. Hoofed feet. Long and bony fingers at the end of its arms. It was garbed in the stranger of outfits; straps and buckles everywhere.

I tried to scream, but neither my mouth opened nor did any sound emanate from my throat. It seems whatever was keeping me like this was also making me mute.

I take back what I said earlier, this thing was a monster. Maybe I was there. More eldritch than demonic. Didn't think I lived a wicked enough life to go straight to hell. I was Jewish for fuck's sake, we didn't even believe in hell!

Then the humming started again. The same humming from before. The soft, Human, humming that seemed to be coming from the monster.

The voice that emanated from this monster did not match what it should sound like. Rather than, well, anything inhuman, it sounds like a run of the mill person you could walk past on the street. Less an abomination, more that clerk at the supermarket you strike up a friendly conversation with as you pay.

It looked at the conjured panel of light and fiddled about with it. Bony finger jabs and swipes

This went on for some time. During which I could not move anything. I was stating ramrod straight, but didn't even flinch. but my muscles refused to tense up. My fingers remained ram rod still. Even my eyes stared straight ahead, any attempt to move them resulting in nothing. I could still see around my peripheries, but I couldn't actually move my eyes.

Actually, I did move. But not under my own power. My head craned up and down as the creature examined my face. My facial features as well would move without prompting. Smile. Frown. Angry. Scowling. My body also moved itself into a series of poses. Kneeling. A salute. An accusatory finger point.

Eventually, my arms were just brought back to my sides.

I stood like that for several more minutes, being scrutinized by the creature. It walked around me, speaking under its breath as it noted my form. The panel would follow it as it circled. I caught a brief glimpse of the other side of the panel as it circled me once more.

On it was a woman; no a girl. Blonde hair. Pale. Had a neutral expression on her face. Around the image were numerous tabs and different colored bars. There were also numbers, Arabic numerals to be precise, next to words and phrases. I only caught a few of them, the creature kept walking around: Resist, Karma, Special. Everything else was either too small, or went by so fast I could not read it. But their was one thing that bugged me. I had no knowledge of why I could read them. It certainly wasn't English. The language looked Asian in origin.

To be honest, the whole thing kind of looked like a character creation screen out of a video game.

Before I had time to ponder what the hell I was looking at, I heard another voice coming from behind me.

"Tabula-san!"

Just like the first, it didn't sound demonic or evil.

The monster, now in front of me, looked up from its panel. It then immediately returned to its 'work'. "Oh, Peroroncino-san, you need something?" I swear, that voice seriously did not match what it looked like.

"I just came down to see what was taking you," the other voice answered, male if I'm not mistaken. "You're late for the meeting."

"Can't be, meeting's at six, it's only-" it stopped short, it made no obvious movements. Then a sigh, it turned its gaze from me. Its hand ran across its head in a motion not dissimilar from running fingers through hair, "Oh. Damn. Sorry about that. Kind of got sucked into editing my new NPC. I'll be right there, just have to save everything."

Wait NPC? Did it mean the girl on the screen? What did I have to do with any of this?

"Really, I thought you were making Albedo shorter!" the man behind me sounds somewhat disappointed, "that you took my advice to heart."

"What advice," the creature questioned.

"You know. The whole smaller target smaller hit box-"

"I'm not turning my NPC's into lolis," the creature shot a look at whatever was behind me.

Wait, lolis? Isn't that a-

"For your information, I never said to turn them into lolis!" I didn't need to see the man behind me to tell he was getting defensive about this, "I mean, I'd be great if you did. But that's not what I meant. Nigredo is fine how she is. Scary as hell, but fine. But Albedo's boobs are just a bit on the outrageous side. I mean come on! A real girl would have trouble just walking with those things! Maybe toning them down? Not flat, you made your stance on that clear. I mean, maybe, just a cup size or two-"

"No," its voice made it seem quite final.

A groan of annoyance, "fine. Fine. So, who's this," the voice changed the topic.

"I told you, my new NPC."

"Yeah I know," I didn't need to turn to tell an eye roll. "I meant what's her name?"

Then the source of the voice walked into my, forced, line of sight. It was no man. Well, technically it looked male, but it wasn't human. The closest thing I could relate it to was a 'birdman'. It stood as tall as a man. Has the rough shape of a man, but that was where the similarities ended.

It was covered in white feathers; except for the head which had hair. Real, human looking hair! The head was beaked and covered in a bronze mask. Arms, groin, and feet were similarly covered in bronze armor.

Once again, the voices did not match up with how these things looked.

"I gave her one, it's just hard to pronounce. Its Sytra- uh,Citrius-, fuck." the cthulhu monster sighed. "Look it's hard to pronounce okay. It's this," it gestured to the screen.

The birdman looked over, it whistled. "Damn. Why did you choose this of all names? Can't you just call her something, you know, normal?"

"It's thematic," the creature argued. "Less a name and more of a term of alchemy. Nigredo is first. Then Albedo. And then, this," gesturing again to the screen. "I'm not going to break the theme for no reason."

"Theme," Birdman questioned. "The word doesn't even sound related to the first two; the other two end in an "O" for crying out loud!"

"I'll make it work," the creature sounded confident. "Worse comes to worse, I'll just do what Touch Me-san did with his NPC. I really don't want to do that, but," the voice seemed to peter off into mumbles.

Wait, who or what, the hell is a touch me? Sounds like a doll used in court, where the plaintiff asks for someone to point out where they were 'touched'.

The birdman looked me over, then clapped his hands. "See! That's what I meant" it, gestured at me with its claws. "Normal boobs! Nothing outrageous with them."

Wait, boobs? But I'm a-

"I think the word you're looking for is petite," the first being responded, tapping away at his screen.

"No Shalltear is petite. This," the bird man held its hands around my chest area, "is normal."

Wait. Shalltear. I knew that name. It was from that anime I saw. What was it called again? Actually, come to think about it, I kind of recognized the other names I was hearing. Damn, what was the name of that show!

"Look you know what, let's just go to Momonga-san's meeting already. I really don't want to debate boob sizes with you. Again," the squid hair monster dismissed the light panel with a flick of its bony wrist. It turned to walk away, leaving me without a second thought.

"Oh come on!" the Birdman cried out, following the creature's exit.

I listened as their, if comedic, argument grew softer in the distance.

Momonga. Now that I think about it, the name rings a bell with the other name. The show's name was on the tip of my tongue.

Suddenly, the world went black.

...

Only for it to return in a blink of an eye. As if I had only shut my eyes for a moment.

I was in the same room. Once again I could not move a muscle. Even my eyes were immobile, no matter how much I struggled. The same creature from before, the eldritch one, stood before me. Again, a screen of light was in front of it. Diagonal rather than horizontal this time. No birdman. The creature ran its fingers across the panel's surface.

Actually, now that I thought about it, the finger movements look very similar to keystrokes.

This second meeting went on for what felt like forever. More likely it was just an hour. The thing would keep walking around me. Inspecting me. Muttering to itself all the while. It was definitely doing something to me. Beyond the whole immobility thing. Something was changing.

For example, I felt like I was constantly shrinking down, and growing back up every few minutes. Like a platform beneath my feet was sinking into the ground, only to rise back up after a second. Inch by inch, the raising and lowering lessened. Almost akin to weighing a scale just right to have an equilibrium.

At the end of the whole process, I was definitely shorter then when it started.

Then I felt the tips of my hair start to grow a bit. Not long, but it definitely ran down to my neck.

Then the creature stopped looking at me for a time. Its attention is fully devoted to the panel. I heard it muttering to itself, but I could only catch bits of it.

"...blonde or gold….that one looks fine….just a bit higher….how the hell do you pronounce that anyway?"

Some time later, maybe ten or so minutes, it gave off a frustrated sigh, waving the panel away.

Again, it walked off.

Alone everything went to black again.

...

Only to, once again, come back nearly instantly.

This time, it was not the room from before. Less a dungeon cell, and more of an opulent throne room. Banners and pillars everywhere. A long rug ran to a large throne. It was vacant.

I also noticed that we were not alone.

Before me was an assortment of creatures. Maybe fifteen or so; not including the birdman and the first monster I met. A suit of silver armor, that might have a human shaped being inside it. A black sludge creature. A brownish sludge creature. A literal devil looking thing; goat façade, bovine, with a top hat. And a few other creatures that I didn't get a clear line of sight with.

One figure, however, stuck out over the others. Not for being horrific, truthfully, this one wasn't that scary. Just a large skeleton with beady red eyes in a purple and black robe. No. this thing stood out because I recognized it-Him.

It all came together now. The names. Shalltear. Momonga. Tabula. NPC. The panels of light that looked awfully similar to browsers and character creator tools. It was all coming to me now.

But, all if it was from that anime, light novel, whatever. It wasn't real. It couldn't be.

Right?

"So, Tabula-san, this is the NPC you've been working on?" The skeleton asked.

"Yeah," the eldritch thing sounded excited. "Remember that issue we've been having with potions? Well, I present to you, Ainz Ooal Gown's newest addition to the Nazarick," the eldritch being looked over to a quickly materialized screen, as if unsure about pronouncing something, "Citrinitas, our guild's newest alchemist NPC!"

A soft chorus of ohs and ahs followed. Large, speech bubble-like shapes form out of nowhere. Smiley faces. Thumbs up. A cartoony looking ribbon. I even saw a pink heart symbol from one of the beings.

Then came the talking. The Compliments on her appearance. Questions on her form, on her race. Critiques on her body, and compliments on her dress, from the birdman in particular. A girlish accusation from one of the slime creatures. Some people laughed at the display. More text boxes and emojis followed.

It was a fun time of merry making.

But for me?

I have no mouth, yet I must scream.

"You outdid yourself this time Tabula-san!"

The skeleton, Momonga, the protagonist of a series of fictional events, had dragged my creator, and by extension me, away when most of the guild had 'logged off' for the night.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far."

Please...Stop…

"No need to be humble about it. She's really good. An excellent addition to the guild!"

"To be honest, I almost scrapped her."

Stop it….

"You did? What changed your mind?"

Just Stop it….

"I just had an...epiphany. Almost a second before I deleted her, I realized how I could make her work. I remembered what you said about the auction house. About how the crafting guilds were driving up prices on potions and other consumables. So I thought, why not make her own guild's personal crafter."

Let me wake up...please…

"Well, I certainly commend your can do spirit!"

"Thanks. Oh, before you go Momonga-san, I want to show you the best part."

"Better than being able to create high tier potions ourselves?"

"Far better, and the greatest contribution she will give this guild. Watch this."

A series of commands etched themselves into my brain. My body and mind moved of their own accord. I accepted the trade request from Tabula. There was a momentary pause as I wanted for his input. Open up a console, he keyed in his instructions: Transmute

My arms stretched out and glowed.

Transmuting [Silver Ore] into [Adamantine Ore]

Finishing the command, the window popped up again, and the newly minted ore was taken from my 'inventory'.

"It might save us a bit of money and time but I don't really see-" Momonga regarded the ore in his own inventory.

"It doesn't stop there," Tabula interrupted, "give her the ore again."

Momonga opened up a trade menu, the ore now back in my inventory.

A new command popped up, and I was forced to obey.

Transmuting [Adamantine Ore] to [Silver Star Ore]

The ore was again quickly taken from me again.

The skeleton regarded the ore again, "How did..." The skeleton seemed genuinely confused. "I've heard of alchemist builds being capable of transmuting common ore into high tier ores. But I've never heard of them transmuting prismatic ores!"

"It's her Hermetic Class," Tabula barely contained his glee, "it lets her transmute ores into prismatic ores!"

I saw a screen pop up in front of the Overlord, he regretted its contents critically.

"You'd think someone would have discovered that class by now. That the market should be flooded with prismatic- Wait," Momonga was quiet for a moment. "Wasn't Prismatic Forge a homunculi only guild who say their guild base is on a prismatic mine."

Tabula chuckled, "and require their guild members to spec heavily into alchemy? What a coincidence."

"And Terracotta, sell golems cores made from caloric stones…"

"Who also happens to be a homunculi dominant guild. Again, a coincidence of course, "Tabula knowingly replied.

They went quiet for a moment. I didn't need to see facial expressions to know the gears in the skeleton's head were moving.

"It's not as effective as mining of course," Momonga began, "in time it takes to transmute ores, especially low grade ore all the way to prismatic quality, you could mine dozens of times more ore right from the veins. And the amount of levels you need to invest in, both Race and Job, it's not optimal."

"Some would say sixty levels for a steady stream of prismatic ores is worth it," my creator pointed out.

"And others would say putting sixty levels into a homunculus-alchemist build for a trickle is not worth it in a PVP environment. Assuming it's restricted to Homunculi. I can see larger guilds invest in a number of NPC's to passively generate, but still...sixty levels at least..." Momonga ran through scenarios in his head. "Since losing the Seven Hidden Mines, we've had no way of mining prismatic ores ourselves. And with our NPC cap nearing, it wouldn't be worth investing the two hundred and fifty levels we have left in more level sixty Homunculi, " Momonga.

"Yeah, I know," Tabula agreed.

"But I think we can still use this to our advantage," Momonga began, "I'll get in contact with the guild leaders of Prismatic Forge and Terracotta. Give them an ultimatum, give us preferred rates to their ores, along with a small monthly amount of prismatic ore for free, or we publish this information on the forums."

"So blackmail?"

"Yeah, blackmail," Momonga waved my screen away. "I can't see something like this remaining a secret forever. But until then, we should get all we can out of it from those who feel like it's essential to their guild's survival."

"You know, you can be kind of scary sometimes Momonga-san."

A speech bubble with a embarrassed face popped up, "oh I won't go that far."

There was a brief silence.

"So, you going to sleep soon?"

Tabula flashed a waving hand bubble, "Just want to put some stuff in the oven before I go, you?"

"Maybe an hour or so, need to send the messages out before I go,"

My console opened up again, more ores were traded into me and new commands were given.

Transmute [Copper Ore] to [Silver Ore] to [Mithril Ore] to [Celestial Uranium] x 100

"Night Momonga-san," and with that, my creator vanished.

Momonga regarded me for a moment, watching my hands glow as the transmutation began in earnest. Then he too left the room, though by teleporting rather than logging off.

I was alone. Stuck to perform this task until completion.

Transmuting [Copper Ore] to [Silver Ore]

Please...Make it stop…

I raged for quite sometime after the reveal of where I was. Time seemed to blur as my awareness ebbed and flowed. I was only 'awake' when I was being used for some task or being edited by one of the guild members, or simply summoned by them for any reason. After a short time away from them, and given nothing active to do, I would 'sleep' until the next interaction happened.

In the depths of the unchanging Tomb of Nazarick, all sense of time had vanished as this routine went on.

For a time, I was inconsolable. I went through the stages of grief. Not in any particular order: Denial of my situation. Anger at why it happened to me. Sadness at the futility of it all. Bargaining, with any higher power that would deliver me from this, living, hell. And eventually, acceptance, that I was stuck here. There is only so long a person can repeat in their head "just wake up" before reality sets in.

'Reality? What a joke..'

This was Overlord. The Light Novel/Anime from the 'real world' about a gamer otaku who gets transported to a new world with his guild base full of NPCs. They find themselves in a world wholly unprepared for them. And after a series of goofy, from the audience's perspective, series of events, Ainz embarks on a campaign of world conquest.

It was funny. It was serious. It was entertaining.

And now, it was real.

This was Nazarick, the home base of Ainz Ooal Gown. Ainz is still just 'plain' old Momonga, the guildmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown and its Forty other members.

Naturally, I couldn't show any of this. My new form was a puppet on tight strings. I could take no action without prompting from any Player.

I had no control over myself in any way. These, people, had taken everything from me. Knowingly or otherwise. My entire existence was twisted beyond anything I can imagine. I was no longer human. Hell, I was no longer a living being. Just a program. A series of 1s and 0s.

All that being said, there was a single glimmer of hope. The New World. This tomb, and all its inhabitants, would be taken to a new world and given sentience. That was my lifeline if there ever was one.

But seeing as how the whole guild is together now, and that the story began as Ainz, now Momonga, being the last member left, I fear I might have to wait quite some time.

For now, all I could do was wait. Forced into the role of a glorified vending machine.

"So that's why Tabula-san stopped talking to you for a while?"

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"Yeah, he just can't take a joke."

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"Now that you say it, it does sound kind of silly."

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"I know right! It's just a throwaway line in Shalltear's bio. Not like I told him he needed to write the same thing in her bio so they would match."

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"Well, what did you write exactly? Because I know you have a habit of going a bit...far in your descriptions."

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"Yeah, I can kind of understand that. But this was different. I mean, I'm not against writing that relationship, I mean, I did give her the brides. But looking at the two of them together I think it would be more wholesome than anything else."

Item Created [Titan Bane]

"...you didn't answer the question Peroroncino-san. What exactly did you write?"

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"Look, if you must know, I just wrote 'she wants to make Citrinitas her wife'. I mean, how can that be considered anything other than wholesome I ask you! Yuri love is the purest form of love!"

Item Created [Titan Bane]

Wait….what….

I wonder how long it has been since I was brought here. Time flowed strangely when there were no clocks or indications of date. I saw the numbers of players grow, so I assume we're still in the heyday of Ainz Ooal Gown. Meaning I'm stuck for quite some time.

I was eventually introduced to the other NPCs.

Saying introduced implies we talked amongst ourselves. No. Not so much a meet and greet, but more of a fashion snow with the NPCs as mannequins. It was a Halloween event. I mean, I assume it was Halloween. There were jack-o-lanterns and skeletons everywhere. Then again, this was a guild who spent all their time playing as 'the bad guys'.

Right now, all the Players were showing off their NPCs to one another.

There was Touch Me's Sebas, the calm butler. Ulbert's Demiurge, the arch devil with a scorpion tail in a striped orange suit. I noticed the young twin dark elves Aura and Mare, both crossdressing. Momonga's Pandora's Actor was not here for long, the good natured heckling from his guildmates made him dismiss that NPC rather quickly.

As my creator walked up to Peroroncino and Shalltear, the pint sized sadistic vampire. I heard my creator and the birdman talk over the crowd of people.

Tabula saying something along the lines of "you did not" with an accusatory finger point. Birdman for his part was laughing his ass off. Even as the slime that was his sister shoved his arm calling him a 'pervert'.

As that comedic act was underway, my attention was quickly taken by 'my' sister's: Albedo, Nigredo, and 'our' newest sister, Rubedo.

Albedo was beautiful. Mesmerizing gold eyes. Long, silky, black hair crowded by white horns. Black feathered wings arched from the base of her back. Blessed with a voluptuous figure, she wore an immaculate white dress. It revealed just enough skin to entice the eye, and left the rest covered yet not beyond the imagination.

Whereas Albedo was beautiful, Nigredo was horrifying. They shared the same hair color, and that was it. Her hair was tangled and messy. Her face seemed to lack a top layer of skin, you could see the muscle and tendons that were normally underneath. Her eyes were a bright blue, not covered by eyelids of any kind. Perfectly straight and white teeth, unobstructed by lips of any kind. Her dress was pitched black.

Rubedo was something almost wholly alien. She had the black hair the other two shared, but the similarities ended there. She didn't even look wholly made of flesh and blood, looking more like an animatronic doll than anything living. Her eyes were a bloody red. Her limbs were spindly and thin, almost like bones with no muscle or flesh attached to them. A carmine red dress clung to her the way clothes cling to an anorexic person. Hands tipped with needle-like appendages. Around her neck was a single medallion, a medical symbol. The one with the two winged serpents coiling around a staff. Overall, she looked like some crazed mannequin more than anything else.

Albedo brought forth lust in men. Nigredo inspired terror in them. Rubedo, brings out either revulsion or confusion at what they are looking at.

But where was I in all of this? Off to the side, making potions. The Players just kept walking up to me giving me orders to make this potion, that poison, or these flasks. The orders were not given verbally, of course. They just opened up a trade menu, shoved the items into my inventory space, then typed in a command for me to begin crafting.

Like a good puppet, I obeyed.

I actually didn't do anything. Ignoring the whole, no control over my body thing, the actual process of making the stuff they gave me an entirely motionless affair. My arms would just clasp a blue orb in front of me and that would 'create' what they wanted. Some took seconds, others minutes. One crazy elixir, Liquid Dragonfire, took ten minutes to make a piece. And I was given a bulk order of a baker's dozen to do!

That player in particular got a bit of blow back for "holding up the que".

And I did this for a long time.

Potion after potion after potion after potion.

All the while the world seemingly went on around me without a care to my plight.