Vasreibon
04-25-10, 08:03 PM
Undiscovered Wonders
Requirements: None, although a group is advised, as something lurks in the shadows; a member of the staff can assist if required, or feel free to use NPC guardsmen, to get to grips with utilising them in the development of your plot.
Synopsis: A local druid named Molalla has asked the guardsmen of the town to help her and the Y’edda worshippers from the nearby way camps to investigate an ancient Elvin fortress, buried and lying crumbling deep in the Concordia forest. It is an ivy maze, wrought in mystery and mist, and no living creature has ventured into it and lived to tell the tale. Take a band of men with you, a party of three or so, and explore the ruins to determine what has caused the roe and eagles to scatter from the area.
Reward: The Druidess Molalla has stated she will reward the lucky men who explore and cleanse the ruins with a poultice of invigoration, gifting photosynthesis like abilities to the lucky men.
Maybe Father was right, perhaps I SHOULD have stayed in the Village...Naaaahhh.
Vasreibon scuttled along the dirt road, deep in thought. Violet hues staring forward, yet not really seeing the path ahead, but rather the previous day's events. Villagers with pitchforks and flaming torches, shouting about demons and chasing him out. Apparently his appearance was far to disturbing to find a simple inn, for the innkeeper led the riot. In which Vasreibon fled quickly, finding his way into a cave to stay for the night, quickly leaving in the morning to travel this path.
'Seeking hired hands to investigate ruins, only the brave need apply.'
Cocking his head to the side, the Siklian observed the wooden sign and the words engraved upon it with violet orbs that twinkled with curiosity. "Hmm, that's it. If I prove myself a good citizen in the eyes of these other creatures, then I won't be forced to flee every time I'm sighted, right?" Tapping his chin lightly with his right index finger, Vasreibon could simply nod in affirmation to his own theory and begin scuttling down the dirt path towards the town, never even thinking that walking on his spider legs could affect how the new town would perceive him. But Alas, the boy was a bit naive after all.
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"Captain, you have GOT to see this..."
Idly chewing on a piece of straw, the unorthodox Captain Goradel pushed off from his leaning spot on the building wall, looking down the dirt path to where his subordinate indicated. "Is that a fuckin' spider...?"
"Seems so, Sir."
"......I thought so. Wait..It looks like a human. What the bloody hell? Lieutenant, did we drink this morning?"
"Sir, not that I recall..."
"Alright, just checking. Well, lets find out if it is hostile, and what it wants."
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"You there, Halt!!"
The words struck Vasreibon from his day dreaming, bringing him to reality as a guard approached while chewing on a piece of straw, another running behind him holding a spear towards Vasreibon threateningly. "Umm, Greetings?" He uttered in a dumbfounded like state, though he did halt as he was told.
"..Lieutenant Demoutee..It spoke."
"......Sir."
Vasreibon looked about anxiously, then bowed his head and lowered himself to plant his human feet on the ground, the six spider legs hanging loosely behind him. This was a sign of respect among his people, though he doubt it would have the same effect here. "Um, well. I saw a sign that asked for Help or some such about Ruins? I was interested in joining?"
Even the unorthodox Captain Goradel did not expect this coming, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Hmmm..." Looking the unknown creature up and down, he could simply shrug. "Well, follow me for a briefing, then." With that, the soldiers began walking back to their post.
Violet orbs went wide, watching the men walk away. They...accepted me! Well, I think. But they didn't bring pitchforks! Relishing this moment in silent jubilation, the Siklian slowly and non-threateningly began to follow the guards back.
Requirements: None, although a group is advised, as something lurks in the shadows; a member of the staff can assist if required, or feel free to use NPC guardsmen, to get to grips with utilising them in the development of your plot.
Synopsis: A local druid named Molalla has asked the guardsmen of the town to help her and the Y’edda worshippers from the nearby way camps to investigate an ancient Elvin fortress, buried and lying crumbling deep in the Concordia forest. It is an ivy maze, wrought in mystery and mist, and no living creature has ventured into it and lived to tell the tale. Take a band of men with you, a party of three or so, and explore the ruins to determine what has caused the roe and eagles to scatter from the area.
Reward: The Druidess Molalla has stated she will reward the lucky men who explore and cleanse the ruins with a poultice of invigoration, gifting photosynthesis like abilities to the lucky men.
Maybe Father was right, perhaps I SHOULD have stayed in the Village...Naaaahhh.
Vasreibon scuttled along the dirt road, deep in thought. Violet hues staring forward, yet not really seeing the path ahead, but rather the previous day's events. Villagers with pitchforks and flaming torches, shouting about demons and chasing him out. Apparently his appearance was far to disturbing to find a simple inn, for the innkeeper led the riot. In which Vasreibon fled quickly, finding his way into a cave to stay for the night, quickly leaving in the morning to travel this path.
'Seeking hired hands to investigate ruins, only the brave need apply.'
Cocking his head to the side, the Siklian observed the wooden sign and the words engraved upon it with violet orbs that twinkled with curiosity. "Hmm, that's it. If I prove myself a good citizen in the eyes of these other creatures, then I won't be forced to flee every time I'm sighted, right?" Tapping his chin lightly with his right index finger, Vasreibon could simply nod in affirmation to his own theory and begin scuttling down the dirt path towards the town, never even thinking that walking on his spider legs could affect how the new town would perceive him. But Alas, the boy was a bit naive after all.
~~~~
"Captain, you have GOT to see this..."
Idly chewing on a piece of straw, the unorthodox Captain Goradel pushed off from his leaning spot on the building wall, looking down the dirt path to where his subordinate indicated. "Is that a fuckin' spider...?"
"Seems so, Sir."
"......I thought so. Wait..It looks like a human. What the bloody hell? Lieutenant, did we drink this morning?"
"Sir, not that I recall..."
"Alright, just checking. Well, lets find out if it is hostile, and what it wants."
~~~~
"You there, Halt!!"
The words struck Vasreibon from his day dreaming, bringing him to reality as a guard approached while chewing on a piece of straw, another running behind him holding a spear towards Vasreibon threateningly. "Umm, Greetings?" He uttered in a dumbfounded like state, though he did halt as he was told.
"..Lieutenant Demoutee..It spoke."
"......Sir."
Vasreibon looked about anxiously, then bowed his head and lowered himself to plant his human feet on the ground, the six spider legs hanging loosely behind him. This was a sign of respect among his people, though he doubt it would have the same effect here. "Um, well. I saw a sign that asked for Help or some such about Ruins? I was interested in joining?"
Even the unorthodox Captain Goradel did not expect this coming, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Hmmm..." Looking the unknown creature up and down, he could simply shrug. "Well, follow me for a briefing, then." With that, the soldiers began walking back to their post.
Violet orbs went wide, watching the men walk away. They...accepted me! Well, I think. But they didn't bring pitchforks! Relishing this moment in silent jubilation, the Siklian slowly and non-threateningly began to follow the guards back.