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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 9:21 am
Malta Ysali Orakovan Alchemist/Apothecary Quote: ✦ Pearl Diving ✦ Solo Or Group of 2 Adventure
May be of any Path or Race. Rating:  Reward: There's a list to pick from! All are ingredients. Below is a situation, you must write a 500 word rp incorporating it!The Prompt:Roll a d100:1-50: x 5 Small Pearls 51-71: x5 Large Erlkin Scales 72-97: x10 Small Erlkin Scales 98-100: A water logged boot is all you find! (Boots of the Water Walker is what it is!) Recently you've heard of divers who dove to the sea floor to gather up pearls, food, and other interesting things from the sea floor. Curious as to how these non-Merkora or Peisio Dovaa are managing to dive so deep for so long, you go to the village sea port where the rumors are coming from. (They are on all continents, you choose!) You approach and ask a person who's preparing a bag and looking like they are waiting for the ferry to come in. As you talk to them, they tell you about the diving, how some are using some Bahikal Saliva(which has magical properties and allows one to breath underwater), others are borrowing hte powers of Ayrala's ad taking a bubble of air down with them, and yet a few others dive with out magic. Apparently this man(or woman if you want!) has a apprentice.. who is sick at home. He asks if you wish to join him, he dives without magic, but his apprentice uses the Saliva. As the ferry comes in and you join him (cause you know, that's the whole point of this adventure!) he shares his techniques and shows you how to put on the flippers and Saliva. He also tells you what to look for: the large shells of clams encrusted with barnacles have the best pearls! The dive down and what happens is up to you! Maybe you spot the dark shadowy shape of a Svatrin slowly cruising below you, maybe you see Merkora, or any of the sea creatures! You dive deep, the Saliva (if you need it) making the trip more comfortable as you can breathe.. though the pressure of all that water gives you a head ache! Roll to see what you bring back up with you!
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 2:40 pm
Malta and Siksyl'gra travelled for a long time through the woods, anger leaving her slowly but surely with every step. She had a lot of anger, though, planted and nurtured by the Shadow's maw tribe, and she knew it would take a long time for it all to finally filter out and away.
Still, by the end of the fourth day of tromping through the woods, her anger had abated enough for her to start to think about where they might be. They were far beyond her range of knowledge, and she realized that – unless she made sure they were going the right way – they could well be lost.
She hoped to find a road that would take her to a settlement where she could find a map, but instead, after another few hours of walking, she surprised herself by coming across a town, of all things.
“You needn't have worried.” commented Siksyl'gra, “You were headed in the direction you wanted to be all along.”
Malta nodded as she looked out over the port town. “I hope I can find a ferry here...” she said, starting a cautious trot down to the village.
“I hope we do not have to flee.” murmured Siksyl, padding along beside her.
Fortunately, the town was mostly empty, the buildings and stores recently deserted, save for a commotion by the waterfront. “I wonder what that is?” murmured Malta, tilting her head in that direction.
“Probably something stupid.” growled the Giogimar, “These are twolegs, after all.”
“No, I think it might be interesting!” she turned in that direction, thoughtfully, “Lets go and see!” Siksyl trotted along behind her, grumbling, as she passed by buildings and wares and houses and, finally, came upon the docks. A group of people were gathered there as a boat came in, bearing victorious looking magescians holding bags of...
“Ooo! Look!” she whispered to Siksyl, but she knew he was already looking: pearls and shells and other shining things were carried off the boat onto the docks for sale to the cheers and delight of the people on shore.
“Mmm...” he murmured.
She pushed her way into the crowd for a better look. Though it was a foolish idea to do so, most barely gave her a second glance, and she could see a merkhora lying on the boat, amused at the commotion. Her kind was not unheard of.
“Excuse me...” she said, making her way to the front, “What is this?”
A big Oblivionite man grinned at her. “Why, our annual pearl-diving festival, of course!” he said, “Though you're not likely to have heard of it before.” he stood aside, “All are invited to participate, even guests.” he glanced towards a cottage, “Even forest khehora...”
“Ooo!” she chirped. 'Festival' sounded exciting, and pearl diving... she wasn't sure what it was, but she was certain that such an activity would put her mind off of the fact that she was leaving a place she had called home far behind her. “Could I?”
“Sure could.” he said, “Actually, since you look willing and able, I'll make you a deal. My apprentice is stuck inside today – sick, you know – and I need someone to go out on this next vessel and bring back some goods. My honor is at stake, as a diver, and I can't do it alone. So... Since you're the only one unclaimed...” he smirked, “Help me, and I give you a cut of the goods. How does that sound?”
“Um...” she looked towards the cottage, “I'm a healer...”
“Nah. The girl can handle herself.” he said dismissively, “Are you coming with me?” he asked as the horn on the boat blew, signalling its next departure.
“I...” she blinked, surprised at herself, “I guess so!”
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Malta skittered on the boat as it rocked to and fro, feeling the motion with every movement. Siksyl hadn't joined her, having vanished to his own devices, and Malta felt slightly lonely without his company.
“So, what you do, is you put this on...” he showed her a goopy substance that Malta recognized as Baikal saliva, “And it helps you breathe underwater. And then you swim...” he looked her over, “No fins for you, I guess... you can swim, right?” he asked, suddenly worried.
“A little.” she said, anxious.
“A little will have to do.” he said, shrugging, “Water's like air, so think flying, I guess.” She felt the tug of the anchor. “Lemme put the saliva on you.” he said, covering her with the goop. It made her itch and she felt disgusting, but she knew its properties and tolerated it with great misery. “All right, follow me.”
Obediently, she followed him onto the deck, where she, him, and the other divers arrayed themselves on the edge. “Good fortune to you, divers!” called the man who had to be the captain, and suddenly the man who recruited her shoved her over the edge. She landed in the water with a splash and a yelp.
“Come on!” he said, treading water effortlessly before diving suddenly. Overwhelmed and panicking, Malta followed suit. She swam awkwardly through the water, trying to use her wings to propel her down into the depths, following the faint shimmer of the oblivionite's body in the water. With time, she figured out how to swim without flailing, and she dove – down, down, down, her head pounding with a pressure that made her hearing strange. It was eerily silent as the clam bars came into view, and she saw the Oblivionite handling them, or trying to. A set of large, encrusted clams were stuck fast to the ridge, and as he struggled to remove them, she saw his hand become cut on the edge of their shells, a blossoming ribbon of blood spewing from the wound. Awkwardly, with movements of her wings and tail, she moved to him, touching her nose against his hand and letting her healing magic do its work, thankful for the slime that let them breathe in the water.
His wound healed quickly and cleanly, leaving only a rusty haze of diluted blood around them, a memory of the cut. He looked at her, empty sockets wide with surprise. “Thank you.” he mouthed, before regarding the clams with distaste. Here, Malta realized, she could be useful.
In the muted silence, where dimness and darkness reigned, she set out with her claws, using their powerful muscles and hard sheaths to lever the clams from their mooring, handing the cluster to him. “Get your own.” he mouthed as he took them, hovering for a moment as she scraped off another cluster and, holding it in her mouth, she set out for the surface.
As she rose, she didn't bother to look around her. She did not belong in that twilit world, where water and silence reigned. She belonged up there, at the surface with the sun. As she broke free of the water, she gasped in the true air, clawing her way on board.
“Great work.” said the Oblivionite, giving her a pat on the head. She sputtered and gave him a weary look. She didn't think she would be doing that again anytime soon.
(1216/500)
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