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 Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 8:29 am
This Quest is for Hijil who is striving to become a Guard.
 OOC
||. The quest prompt must be answered with a 2000 word reply (can be more).
||. Respond to the prompt given with an adventure of your own creation as long as it meets the requirements of the specific tasks.
||. NPCs may be used as long as they advance the quest in an interesting manner.
||. You cannot include any playable characters other than the quest taker.
||. Your responses will be graded on a letter grade scale: a grade of D or F will result in repeating the quest process, C or better will result in passing and possible rewards.
||. Questions about quests can be asked here.
IC
The sun was just beginning to rise in Jauhar and the canopies were shining with bright sunlight. The floor was a different story and seemed to be permanently settled into an almost eternal twilight. The fungi on the forest floor glowed in the dim light and bounced diffused colors across everything.
The light happened to hit a particular pair of light gray eyes, illuminating them in the colors of the forest. The younger girl padded along the forest floor, watching Hijil and waiting. Her skirts shifted and shimmered in the lights and moved with her body. She had been watching Hijil since the tournaments. It wasn't that hard to track her really and she couldn't stop the curiosity that burned inside of her anymore. She just had to ask.
Who was that Alkidike woman that she had visited in the tents? What was she to her? The young girl smirked, her eyes lit with passion. It was a gesture of secret love - she just knew it. It had to be. But it was strange. Why an Alkidike? Why would she want to visit one? They were pretty much the enemy after all. She wanted this woman to dish.
Quest Tasks
||. This quest is to test Hijil's feelings for a certain Alkidike that she had visited in the healing tents.
||. This shifter pre-teen is headstrong and incredibly chatty. She has a very warm and pleasant personality, but can't seem to understand why an Alkidike would be of any romantic importance to a shifter. She will try to dissuade Hijil and push her toward the idea of an earthling relationship.
||. Hijil will not be able to shake the shifter girl until she has answers.
||. By the end of the quest, Hijil should have satiated the girl's curiosities.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:28 pm
Pt 1: Introduction
Hijil had taken to sleeping through the days. Daytime brought dangers and a risk of being seen. Nighttime, on the other hand, brought different, more manageable dangers, and – incidentally - cooler temperatures. Normally, she slept pretty well, her hidden home well insulated from the light, and remained asleep until she emerged into the cooler coastal Jauhar evening.
Today, however, she awoke suddenly to a rummaging sound from below. She crept to her vine-strewn doorway and peered out, looking over to where her stores were kept. She crouched, uncertain, as she managed to define the shape of a Shifter. It was a young girl, dressed in a soft, flowing skirt, and going through Hijil’s supplies. She didn't seem to be a thief, though a furtive piece of vegetable or meat occasionally found its way into her mouth. Nor did she appear to be looking for anything specific as she opened, inspected, and closed the various rough-clay jars that made up her stores.
Hijil smiled at the girl's boldness and edged out further for a better look. The girl, seemingly satisfied with her search, sat by a tree and ate a small piece of root. She seemed alert, as if she was watching something. The Hut. Hijil realized, suddenly uneasy, She's watching my hut. But why would a young Shifter girl be watching her hidden home? Or her? Unless... Hijil felt her muscles turn cold.
Unless it was retribution for her crime, finally caught up with her. But why now? Why all these years later? And why one so young? Hijil felt her fear dissipate. Why should she be afraid of justice? In a fit of boldness, she threw down the rope ladder and climbed down from the hut, feeling the sudden and eager intensity of the girl's gaze as she emerged from hiding. The light was bright, here at the edge of the jungle, and Hijil blinked, dazzled for a moment. She had not been out in the light for some time now, and her eyes needed time to adjust.
"Hey!" the girl called, scrambling to her feet, almost stumbling in her excitement, "Hi there!"
Hijil waved, smiling. Justice or not, there was no reason to not be friendly. Ignoring the girl's frantic waving, she walked to one of the nearby trees and climbed it.
"Get back here!" demanded the girl, taking up a defiant stance at the base of the tree, "I've been waiting to talk to you forever!"
Forever? Hijil wondered how long the girl had actually been waiting, and why she wanted to talk to her at all. She shimmied out onto a limb and reached her hand to the tree's fruits - bright and orange and ripe. She held out the fruit so the girl could see and made her way down. When she was stable and on the ground, she held one of them out; an offering.
"For me?" said the girl, slightly puzzled. Hijil nodded. "Oh!” the girl's mouth relaxed into a smile, “Thanks!” She took a bite of the fruit as Hijil sat on one of the trees roots, letting her arms rest. It was her turn to observe.
The girl was definitely young, maybe not even a prentice yet. So young and yet so far from the settlements... Hijil wondered what had brought this girl here. Clearly, this was a good-natured child: She had a sunny, radiating sort of personality that seemed to lighten everything around them. Therefore, she was probably not an exile like herself, nor was she an agent of justice or revenge. Hijil assumed that fellow exiles and the spears of the law would be darker and more dour. This girl was neither. She was just very energetic.
"Where are you from?" Hijil asked as the girl finished the fruit. Her voice was raspy after being unused for so long, and felt heavy and foreign in her throat.
The girl seemed delighted that the large woman was talking. "My pa and I live on the road between Sol and Ast!" she piped up. "What about you? Where are you from?"
"Ast." said Hijil. She knew some Shifters did not live in settlements, and they seemed to do just fine. Probably better than her, too, considering. "Why are you so far from home?" she asked, watching the girl with an expression of neutral concern, "It's dangerous here."
"I can take care of myself." said girl, her face lighting up with slight affront, "Why are you so far from home?"
Hijil was silent. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Chandaki, but my brother calls me Shandi, and I like that better." The girl laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief and mirth, "But you didn't answer my question!"
"You didn't answer mine." said Hijil. She felt tension leave her shoulders, tension she didn't know she'd had. Having company was... nice.
"... Alright, well, what’s your name?" asked the girl with a sigh, conceding the point.
"Hijil. Why are you out this far, Shandi?” she asked again, “These are Alkidike lands. Its very dangerous to be out here alone."
"Looking for you, and I'm not alone now." the girl said, her smile becoming victorious as she dramatically pointed to Hijil. "Are you looking for someone too, Hijil? That lady?" she said, crossing her arms into a self important pose. Hijil frowned. She had no idea what the girl meant.
Shandi's smile became insufferably smug. "You are, aren't you?" she said, "You're looking for that Alkidike from the tournament!" The girl moved closer, nudging Hijil playfully, "C'mon, c'mon, spill it! Tell me about her!" she said, her voice eager and hungry for more information.
Hijil felt herself shut down. Now that she knew what the girl meant, she found herself swamped with emotions that she wasn't ready to deal with. She needed to be alone, elsewhere, and away from this child. She stood up and moved away. "I'll take you home tomorrow." she said, her voice neutral. "For now, you stay put. I'm going to... get something for you to eat." she said, leaving the girl standing there, surprised, holding the remains of the fruit.
"Hey!" called the girl, and Hijil turned towards her.
"Stay there." said Hijil, shaking her head as she walked away.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:29 pm
Pt 2: Pester"C'mon, Hijil. I just want to know what’s going on between you and her!" said Shandi, "Please? Please, please, please?"
"No." said Hijil. "I told you to stay there." They had been walking for a while now, towards Hijil's more hidden fishing hole, and - despite Hijil having asked her to stay put, Shandi was, very much so, not following that directive. Hijils stony silence did not stop the girl's questions as she chattered away.
"But I finally found you! I don't want to have to track you through miles of jungle again. I'm not letting you run away." said Shandi, giving Hijil a knowing look, "You ran away from her, but you can't run from me. I just want to know what’s going on. So? Come on."
Hijil retreated to silence, glad she wasn't the sort to be easily annoyed. As it was, the girl was starting to get on her nerves and, having never felt this kind of annoyed very often in her life, Hijil wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to tell this girl her secret, even though the girl appeared to have seen something at the tournament. Shandi was a stranger, one that had apparently followed her to her home in the depths of the wilds and was now unwilling to leave. Even if she'd wanted to say something, she could think of nothing to say. She also didn't want to hit her, even though it was starting to look like the only way to get any degree of relief from the constant prying.
"Are you two lovers, you and her?" Hijil closed her eyes and sighed in slight frustration. Shandi just kept going. It was as though there was no way to stop her. "I mean, you said you loved her, so... Are you?" the girl pouted, "Come on! Tell me something, Hijil!" she gave the woman a determined look, "I came a long way, you know!"
Hijil looked into the girls eyes, and then shook her head, almost sadly, before turning back to the path. She wasn't going to tell this girl anything, and she was sorry that the girl had traveled so far from home to hear nothing. But that was all she was going to get.
The girl, however, drew her own conclusions. "Ooooohhhhh, I get it!" she said, triumphantly, "You two are FORBIDDEN LOVERS. Forced apart by distance and time or family... Or maybe all of them at the same time! Ohhh... how tragic..." she said, lost in the romance of it all, "Forever pining for each other, only allowed the briefest of loving gestures, ahhhh..." Shandi brought her hand to her chest. "Its so sad... and so beautiful..." She said, falling into an almost tearful silence. Hijil looked back at her, noting how distant her eyes were. She was far away, Hijil realized, imagining a life that Hijil hadn't lived. It was not Hijil's life, but it was similar enough, just enough so, that it tugged at Hijil's heart and forced her to bite back the tears that tried to writhe their way into her eyes.
They walked in silence for a bit, the girl delighting in her distant fantasy, and Hijil musing sadly on her life, with its ups and downs. Eventually Shandi broke the silence. "But why an Alkidike, Hijil?" Hijil did not respond. "I mean, I'm sure you love her and I'm sure she's a nice person and all, whoever she is, but shes an Alkidike. They are the enemy, you know." she said matter of factly, as if she was scolding an aberrant child, "Its not good to..."
Hijil stopped suddenly. "Shh!" she said, her body tense.
Shandi put her hands on her hips in defiance. "No, you need to hear this, Hijil! They are the enemy! They raid us all the time! Trust me on this!” she said self importantly, “You can't fraternize with..."
"No." Hijil hissed, looking around, "Shush." she crouched, very still.
"No, you shush!” said Shandi defiantly, “You just can't! Like I said, I'm sure she's very nice but..."
Hijil grabbed Shandi and pulled her into the brush at the side, putting a hand over her mouth. "Shhh!" she repeated, her heart racing. Shandi struggled until the rustle of leaves and the snap of a twig heralded the soft steps of a local Alkidike family - a mother and daughter – coming towards them from a side path.
Hijil held herself and Shandi very still as the Alkidikes passed them by, speaking softly to each other. The shifters barely took a breath until their soft footsteps passed them by, heading back to the coast. Hijil waited until they had gone before she let go.
Shandi took a few steps back and looked towards where they had gone, wiping her mouth. To Hijil's relief, she was silent for the rest of the journey, and Hijil was able to catch a good sized fish. It was after Hijil had returned to her home and had cooked the fish up for a Noontime 'dinner' that Shandi spoke again. "You hid me back there. From Alkdidikes." Hijil nodded, eating her fish and herbs in her usual silence. "Which means they are dangerous." Hijil nodded again. The Alkidikes here were dangerous. Hijil was still working out how to approach them. "But you are in love with one." Hijil stopped eating and looked at Shandi levelly for a moment, before she went back to her fish. "Is she not dangerous?" asked Shandi, "Is there something about her that makes her harmless?"
Hijil shrugged. "No."
"So your forbidden Alkidike lover is dangerous."
Hijil sighed. "Yes." And she was. There was no denying that the girl that Hijil had felt so at ease with was an Alkidike warrior at heart. She was strong and brave and filled with fire. But she had been good to Hijil. "But not for me."
"And finally, you talk!" Shandi said, giving Hijil an admonishing look, a look that became apprehensive and uncertain "And fine, she loves you too, but she's dangerous right?" Hijil fell silent again. "Right? You said."
Hijil stood up. "Get some rest. We leave for your home at nightfall."
Shandi pouted. "Fine." She said, clearly not happy with Hijil's responses. Hijil knew it was too much to hope for for the girl to be satisfied with what scraps Hijil was willing to give. But Hijil just didn't want to talk about her not to anybody. She was her secret, her guiding light, and her downfall. She needed to think about what she would do about this girl. She knew so much already, too much, and yet wanted more. Hijil anticipated that she would have no reprieve in their nights travel. She set up a bedroll for Shandi and lay down to catch some rest before the evening.
Meanwhile, boredly rummaging through Hijil's stores, Chandaki grinned. She had an idea. She would get this story yet, and she'd set this lady straight.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:31 pm
Pt 3: The Trip
The dark jungle shrieked and hooted eerily around the small, temporary fire Hijil tended as Shandi watched her. The girl had been relatively quiet during their journey, which was a relief to Hijil. She wasn't sure what she would do if the girl resumed her line of questioning. She hoped that they would have their 'lunch' and make it to the girl's home before the night lifted, and that they would do so in silence.
It was not to be.
Shandi lifted her cooked bug skewer to her mouth. "So. Tell me about your lover." Hijil set her jaw and ate her bug in silence. "C'mon." said Shandi, leaning closer, her voice conspirational, "I want to hear all about her! Everything." Hijil remained silent. She stared down at her skewer, suddenly not hungry. "Please?" the girl pleaded, turning big, innocent silver eyes on Hijil, "I just want to understand you and her. I want to understand it all. I want to understand." she whined, "Please? Pretty please?"
"No." said Hijil, putting down the skewer and laying back, "I don't want to" she said.
"But...”asked Shandi, raising an eyebrow, “Don't you love her?”
Hijil grit her teeth, determined to say nothing, but a "Yes" forced its way out from between her teeth.
"Well then." the girl crossed her arms, "Why not?"
Because it's none of your business. Hijil was starting to get upset. "Just won't." She could feel its familiar heat fizzing just beneath the careful and comforting layers of calm: her mother's temper. It lived on inside her, feeding off of her frustration and pain. She didn't want to let it loose. She knew what it could do, and wanted it to keep it restrained, forever.
Shandi contemplated that for a moment. "Alright." she said, getting something out of her bag, "What if I traded for it?" Hijil looked over, curious despite herself. Her mouth began to water as she saw what the girl held in her hand. Honey. HER hard-won honey. "Where did you get that." said Hijil, falsely disinterested.
"Your stores." said Shandi, smugly, "I'll give it back to you, along with..." she took out some small rounds of something soft, sweet, and gooey looking, "These."
"Are those... candies..." Hijil asked quietly, her voice filled with a raw and childlike longing.
"Yep! My dad makes them. He's a confectioner." Shandi smiled sweetly. "Do we have a deal?" Hijil swallowed, trying to hide her lust for the candies. She had always wanted candy from the moment she had seen it sold at the market. But her mother had never gotten her any. They'd not been able to afford it, not with the goods they had. Her Mother had never had much use for sweet food anyway. "What... kind of candies…?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the treats.
"Caramels." smirked the girl, "Melted sugar and milk, with a bit of root starch to keep them from melting." she knew - and Hijil knew - that she was hooked. Hijil was no longer thinking with her mind at the present, but with the longing, childish eyes of the past. The candies looked good. They looked very good. And she wanted them with all the pent up longing of that child of long ago. "Alright." she said finally, holding out her hand, feeling more than a little bit horrible, “We'll trade.”
Shandi's face lit up in victory. "Oh good!" she said, pressing a caramel into Hijil's hand, "I'll give you one per question, and then I'll give you your honey back. So." the girl grinned mischievously, "Tell me all about her."
Hijil looked down at the candy in her hand, but where sweets were involved she had never had any willpower. The soft round was soon in her mouth, releasing sweet, rich flavors onto her tongue. She had never tasted its like before. Fruit could not compare to the refined dance of flavors and texture and euphoria, and any lingering doubts and restraint were swept away.
"Well..." She said, chewing slowly, "She was fierce, but kind. Her life had troubles, but..." her eyes misted over for a moment, "But she always had hope for the better."
"Next question...” said Shandi, glowing with triumph, “Do you love her." Her big, passionate eyes were already filled with luminous anticipation, as if she knew the answer already.
"Yes." said Hijil. It was a quick answer, but wasn't as easy to say as it seemed. Admitting it now, she felt it confirmed. She wasn't sure how she felt about the nebulous and heady mix of feelings suddenly being so concentrated, solid, and real. "She gave me worth, and with her I felt I could be alive." Hijil trailed off, confused by her own remarks.
“Worth? What do you mean?”
"She was... stability. In a rough time. She was my friend, when I had little others to turn to. She made me feel like I had something to give.” Shandi nodded sympathetically, sending another caramel Hijil's way. Hijil continued, “And I think... I did the same for her.” she smiled, her expression distant, “We used to look at the stars together. It was lovely... We could be away from our lives for a little while...”
“But you could watch the stars alone?” said Shandi, more curious than accusatory, “Its the same stars everywhere, right?”
“No.” sighed Hijil, still in that far off place of long ago, when things were not so much better as different, “No, it wouldn't have been the same. Sharing the stars with her made them more than just stars.”
“More than stars? What do you mean?”
“Escape. They were escape.”
Shandi was quiet for a moment, trying to wrap her mind around the concept. Finally, she slid another caramel Hijil's way, her manner thoughtful. "Hijil? You love her, but... Does she love you?"
"I..." The question caught her off guard. "Don't know."
"You don't know?" asked Shandi, twitching the candy out of Hijil's reach, "You don't get a candy for an 'I don't know!'" she scolded.
Hijil frowned, "I don't know." she said again, uncertain, “I really don't.” She didn't know. The thought that she might not love her didn't make Hijil as panicked as she felt it should, which only made her more confused.
Shandi pouted, clearly not happy with the non answer. Suddenly, her face opened up in realization. "Oh!" she said, her interest fanned into passionate curiosity. “You don't know! Something happened and you don't know! Thats why you gave her a present and left instead of waiting for her to wake up! That's why you've been hiding from her!" she shook her head, unbelieving. “What did you do? Did you do it to her? To someone she knew? Ooo, was it a terrible thing? Was it a necessary thing? Was it..."
Hijil slammed her fist into the log she sat on, splintering it. "Enough" said Hijil, looking at her now aching fist. She was surprised at the depth of the red hot anger that had pulsed briefly through her. Surprised and afraid. It was too familiar, and brought back too many memories of uncertainty and pain endured. She hadn't thought that such a shrieking, irrational, beast lived inside her too. She knew she had a temper that she kept carefully restrained, but she hadn't thought it could be so powerful or so strong. "Just... stop." she said, looking pointedly away from Shandi as she put out the fire, burying her temper with deep, calming breaths.
"But..." the Shandi started, trembling. Hijil could see she had scared the girl, and she bit her lip, feeling terrible already, even though she had done nothing at all. She had stopped herself before anything could happen.
"We're going." said Hijil, feeling a little more herself as she began to move again. Shandi scrambled after her, stuffing the remaining caramels and the honey back into her tote as she scurried to keep up with the larger woman.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:32 pm
Pt 4: HomewardHijil had stopped talking. She had stopped taking bribes. In the hours of walking, she had stopped feeling anything but anger towards this little girl. But the anger was mixed with guilt. What sort of person was she if she would be willing to give up dearly held personal secrets for a bunch of sugary treats?
Hijil looked back to see Shandi plodding along, not making eye contact. Her heart was rent with this guilt too. What sort of person was she to snap at a mere child. Why, Hijil wondered, had she gotten so angry? The girl had only been making assumptions. Hijil felt terrible about how she had said what she said. Her mother had done the same. Hijil was not her mother. She refused to be her mother.
Hijil stopped. "I'm sorry." she said, watching the girl. Shandi looked at her, her eyes filled with hope. "I don't want to talk about the tent at the Tournament. I don't want to talk about what happened. All right?" Shandi nodded, "I'll talk about something else." It was not bad, Hijil decided, to talk about her.
Shandi was quiet for a moment, thinking. "Does she..." she looked at Hijil cautiously, "Does she know you exist?"
Hijil turned to continue walking. "Yes. She does. She knows me." she wondered how the girl had forgotten what she had said. Hadn't she said that they had shared the stars together? Had the child misinterpreted what she had said. Had she herself misinterpreted things? Had she misinterpreted her mother all of those times? Hijil didn't know why she was thinking of her mother. Shandi seemed satisfied with this answer, but Hijil felt that what she had said was incomplete. "She... may not know I'm alive." she added, looking to the canopy above for guidance, meeting only darkened leaves and the glowing shapes of insects.
"What do you mean?" Shandi said, bounding to catch up, "She thinks you're dead?" Hijil shrugged, "Oh, wow” the girl's eyes were wide with sympathy and sorrow. In a flash, Hijil knew that the girl before her loved stories. "Why don't you tell her then?” said Shandi, eagerly, “Why don't you go up to her and tell her that you're alive? Or use a messenger? Why don't you let her know?"
"She doesn't need to know." said Hijil, shrugging.
"Why?"
Hijil was quiet. "I did... a bad thing." she said finally, shaking her head slowly, "I won't tell you what it was. But it made me... undeserving of her."
"Un... deserving?" Hijil nodded. "Thats so sad..."
They were on the path between Ast and Sol now, likely close to the girl's home. "So, um." Shandi took out a caramel and, jogging slightly, offered it to Hijil, "Can I ask you one more question?"
Hijil took the caramel warily. "Mmm?"
"If she doesn't know that you're alive, and if you don't feel that you should tell her, why don't you just leave it there and move on? Find another woman?" asked Shandi quickly, looking as if she thought Hijil would bite.
Hijil took a deep breath to still her mind, and popped the caramel into her mouth, letting the soft chewing of the caramel take her to a happy place. This time, though, she wasn't angry. Just... sad. "No. that's not how it works." she said quietly.
"Chandaki?!" said a male voice. Hijil looked up from the path to see a shifter male rush down the path and scoop Shandi into a hug, "Oh, Chandaki... I was so worried!" he let her down, "Where have you been? Where did you go? Your brother and I were so worried about you!"
Shandi gave him a patronizing look. "I'm fine, daddy, I told you I would be." He hugged her.
"Don't do that again. Don't ever do that again." he said, hugging her tightly.
"Dad..." Shandi pulled away with some effort, "This is Hijil..."
Shandi's father looked her over, taking in her wild, unkempt state. "Did you find my daughter? Thank you so much for bringing her home... Please, stay for a while, or at least for a meal. Its the least I can do."
Hijil shook her head, Shandi grabbed her arm. "Please?" said the girl, "Pretty please?"
"Alright." said Hijil reluctantly. She had to go back, sooner rather than later, but she didn't want to be impolite and turn down the offer so bluntly, "I'll stay for a while." As he walked them to his home nearby, Shandi whispered in Hijil's ear.
"Don't tell him anything!" She implored. Hijil smiled inwardly. That shouldn't be too hard.
The meal was decent, more refined than what Hijil had been eating for a long time, and Hijil didn't have to worry about 'spilling' any secrets, because Shandi talked the whole time anyway – it would have been impossible to get a word in edgewise. Finally Hijil was able to, with some awkwardness, take her leave.
Shandi stopped her just as she reached the road.
"Here." she said, handing over a bag. It was full of caramels. "And... here." she handed over the pilfered pot of honey. "When you said that 'it isn't how it works,' what did you mean?"
Hijil accepted the offerings, taking her time to think. "I still love her, Shandi.” she said finally, “I can't move on." as she said it, she felt it defined in her heart. Lost in the jungle she may be, but on the matter of her she couldn't, wouldn't, and hadn't moved on.
Shandi stared at her. "Not even... for an earthling girl? Someone pretty and kind and strong like her?"
"No." said Hijil, "It wouldn't be fair to either." She looked northeast, towards the coast, "If I tried to move on, I would not be able to give my heart completely to anybody else." "And..." she looked back at Shandi, smiling, "I still hope to one day see her again... and... I can only hope she still loves me, too."
Shandi's stared at her in amazement. Hijil waited a moment for her inevitable questions, then, met with unexpected silence, turned to make her way back to her secluded home.
"Hijil?" said the girl suddenly. Hijil stopped, turning back to look patiently at the girl. Here it was. The final question from this chatty child.
"I... I hope she does too!" said Shandi, wiping tears from her eyes as she waved goodbye to Hijil, "I hope she does!"
Hijil relaxed in relief. "Mm." she affirmed, smiling and waving back before starting her journey homeward. As she started back West to the coast, she felt a lightening feeling in her heart. She could do more than hope.
She knew.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:09 pm
Class Quest Result
B+
Hijil has passed and received a rank of Guard!
Congratulations Hijil!
Due to the finesse shown in the quest, Hijil will be able to choose one non-battle item from the shop to put into her inventory.
(Does not include fairground or rare items, quote Suhuba here when chosen)
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 12:57 pm
((I would like the Obsidian Ring for her please))
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