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 Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 12:01 pm
This Quest is for Skadravi who is striving to become a Pickpocket.
 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 with a Pass or Fail. Those who fail will have to continue with assistance from the staff.
||. Questions about quests can be asked here.
IC
Tonight would be the perfect night, to pull off dastardly deeds and pilfer those who were unsuspecting. And who better to target then Skadravi's own step-father? The night would be cool and with the cloud cover it would be easier to not be seen. This would be a piece of cake. But this time... it would be much more... serious Skadravi anticipated, stealing his step-fathers most valued item.
That would wipe that smug expression off of his face, after all he had stolen things from him before without being caught. Get in and get out...that was the plan. Nothing could go wrong right?
Quest Tasks
||. Skadravi should attempt to steal something very 'special' that belongs to his step-father.
||. The quest should begin with Skadravi entering the estate and his intended target.
||. Skadravi will be caught red-handed and his stepfather will not be pleased.
||. Skadravi's stepfather will go into a rage and will deal with Skadravi accordingly.
||. The quest will not be effected by whatever it is Skadravi's stepfather chooses to do to end the quest.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 1:36 pm
P A R T x O N E xS O L O
Entry-Level Every muscle along the hybrid boy's frame tensed. Tensed and held as Skadravi stared at his father's estate from the corner of the street, careful to keep himself tucked behind a wall and out of immediate view. He perched forward on the balls of his feet, craning his head around the brick to glower at his target. Sparks of anxiety raced through his blood. Nervous tremors wracked his figure. 'Fear' was not an accurate word choice to describe how he felt about the whole endeavor, but he was certainly apprehensive, to say the least.
Kanovu would not be thrilled to see him, should he be caught.
But this should not be his concern for now, Dravi reminded himself. Everything except the main goal should be stuffed to the side for later. Because all he really wanted was the golden circlet adorned with imperial topaz his step-father kept locked away somewhere in his bedroom. In Dravi's mind, the thing was exceedingly ostentatious and ridiculously overpriced in terms of value. But it was small, compact, and expensive. One item that could surely get two people out of the country.
Never mind that it was allegedly some family heirloom from Kanovu's father's-mother's-aunt's-mother's-grandfather's-great aunt twice removed, or something as equally ridiculous. The specifics weren't rightly ingrained in Dravi's memory. But it supposedly held some familial importance. Enough that the hybrid boy should probably feel bad about trying to take it, but Kanovu had never been particularly kind to start with. His feelings weren't exactly top-priority.
He glowered at the gates, the wall that kept him separated from the compound, the tiled roof that he could just see from where he stood. "I'm not getting any younger," Dravi grumbled encouragingly to himself as he took his first flighty steps out of the shadows.
The first barrier proved to be a simple obstacle. The wall of fine bricks and clay that enclosed the estate was not immediately guarded. It had been before the slaves were freed, but now Dravi expected it was more of a kind and hopeful deterrent to those who may wish Kanovu harm. Scaling it was no more challenging than any other building or structure, and Skadravi dropped breezily to the ground on the other side, nestled off near the edge of the land and concealed within the shadows of the stables. The only real light flickered in from the streets behind him from a few of the windows of the house. It seems relatively unlikely that anyone would pay copious amounts of heed to an extra slinky shadow dipping its way into the stables.
The single xaraan kept inside gave a snort as it sensed Dravi's approaching frame. He cooed softly to it, recognizing the beast and extending a hand to its beak for inspection. They'd once housed several of the creatures in these stalls. At least half a dozen, give or take one or two. But now this sad little fellow was all that was left, abandoned alone out here for the vast majority of its day, no doubt. "Oh, beastie. I am sorry," Dravi hummed as the xaraan gave his hand a welcoming nudge, delighted to have any form of company at this hour.
But trying to feed a xaraan in addition to their current party would not do him any good. After a few moments of petting, he mumbled out another apology and moved ahead toward the actual purpose behind infiltrating the stables. Long ago Dravi had realized Matori servants weren't the smartest. They had their escape tunnels to the Haven, and they had them here; narrow underground passageways that led between certain rooms of the estate, for the sole purpose of not being seen as they maneuvered about doing chores. He suspected actual escape would've been wrought with much more danger for them, but every time Dravi thought of the tunnels, he couldn't help but wonder why that hadn't just left altogether.
More unsolved mysteries.
The tunnels were neither secret nor hidden, but Skadravi still doubted they'd be under high guard. Or at least, he hoped that wasn't the case. He unbuckled the latch to the wooden door covering the entrance and heaved it to the side (heavier than he expected. Perhaps a more strict workout was in his future?) before stepping in. Direction was not one of the hybrid lad's strong suits, but surely even he could manage to figure this one out. None of the tunnels would lead off of the estate, since slaves had no business being out without their master, but he'd likely still have a plethora of paths to choose from and just as many rooms he could wind up in.
He expected inside would sport an additional guard or two. Kanovu wasn't an important noble, but noble he was, and it seemed unlikely that even the new king wouldn't protect his nobility. Stepping down into the seclusion of the tunnels eased Dravi's nervousness. It was dark, slightly musty, and the only way he kept on his path was by sliding his hand over the cool rocks of the wall. He saw nothing, but then, no one else did either. This, at least, was a comfort. One that he clung to until his fingers bumped the thick metal of the clasp that would take him into the house.
Uncertain about which room he'd even end up in. As his fingers closed around the metal, his anxiety spiked, he nudged open the door, and he was in.x
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Results: Dravi invades his step-father's home.
Words This Step: 913
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 3:03 pm
P A R T x T W O xS O L O
Imperial Topaz The faint familiarity of the hallways did nothing to soothe his nerves. But at least there was light now, though whether that was a blessing or a curse remained to be seen. After the echo of the latch opening had resounded down the length of the hallway, Dravi stood rooted to the spot, knowing that someone had heard the noise. To fearful to move lest he bump into them while trying to escape. And not intelligent enough to leave, muscles refusing to move, despite his insistence.
After minutes of tense waiting, Dravi pressed on. H entertained himself with the thought that, as unlikely as it was that Kanovu lived alone, it wasn't entirely impossible. His stepfather wasn't kind or genuine or of any great degree of worth besides his blood. And that wasn't doing anyone any favors. Then there was the greed that plagued him... Hiring someone seemed plausible, though not necessarily hiring someone(s) that would do the job.
As he slipped passed a cracked-open door, this seemed to be the case. There did appear to be a man inside. One that had taken quite the liking to Kanovu's stash of ails. Dravi was not surprised. Anyone that needed to deal with his stepfather on a regular basis would likely need to be liquored up. he continued along with brighter spirits, breezing his way down the hallways with renewed stealth and enthusiasm.
The home was large, but not unmaneuverable, and Dravi found himself perched before the closed door of his stepfathers suite, unsure what to do with himself and not knowing what further actions to take. Knock? He raised his fist, prepared to rap it against the door. But that was silly. It would be nice to know if Kanovu was in his suite, but the hybrid boy still didn't want to draw undue attention to himself...
he didn't come here for nothing. Didn't take these risks for nothing. He wasn't going to be caught and sent away. He had to do this. As much now as before. For himself, for his pets, for Khalel. Everything for Khalel. Anything she wanted. Whatever was in his power to grant her.
He silently opened the door a crack, listening intently for whatever sounds may indicate someone's presence. Snoring, the turn of a page, footfalls, anything. But what he got was a whole lot of nothing. With no small degree of trepidation, Dravi cracked the door wider, enough that he could peer in between the slit and survey his surroundings. Quiet, dark save for a few flickering candles. His mind wandered briefly to where Kanovu could be.
Then he moved inside. His steps were cautious, hesitant, perhaps a little fearful. But also deliberate. he knew where to head. The closet in the back the held the lock box which contained a slew of important papers, some shiny trinkets, and of course, the circlet.
Up to this point, everything had gone smoothly. He'd been careful (as much as needed) and done what needed to be done. Dravi picked open the box with a metal pin tucked into the curls of his hair. He crouched to the floor, rifling through assorted things with quick fingers and incessant desire. Get in, get out. Get in, get out. Just take what you need and-
His nails clicked against metal. Smooth metal, soft metal. And slowly, he lifted the trinket from the box. Perhaps it wasn't exactly as he remembered. As a child he'd been snapped at for so much as looking at the thing. In his memories, it was something ugly, unnecessary and unwanted. Something that hung around just to spite and belittle him. But as he held it in his hands, it looked... beautiful. 'It is to be sold,' his thought reminded him forcefully. But she would make it more beautiful... The metal was pure gold, casting radiant hues against the flick of flames. It would an intricate pattern around the main band, interspersed with tiny dots of fire-gems. In the center sat a larger stone. Cut with precision, anchored neatly in place. Flecks of pink licked in the middle, contrasting sharply to yellow and fading out to a warm orange and deep red. It was like a fire, all on its own.
He turned slightly, bringing the stone closer to the flickering light. As he moved, a sharp stamp of darkness caught his eye, and Dravi jumped quite visibly as he became acutely aware of a pair of legs lingering in the doorway. As he flinched, the circlet bounced from his fingers, landing with a clatter on the floor. Waves of sound rippled out as it spun and spun, before settling silently.
"Dear Father," Dravi's voice quivered, and he swallowed back a knot that threatened to silence him altogether as he tipped his head back to stare up at the suddenly imposing figure that greeted him. "I thought for sure at this hour you would find your time better occupied by-"
"Do you-" Skadravi winced at the sound of his tone, his slit-pupiled gaze instantly falling. "-know what happens to children who are disobedient?"
The threads of his pants were suddenly very interesting, so interesting that the hybrid could not tear his gaze away from him. He knew better than to say anything. Kanovu was bigger than him, but if he at least attempted to flee now he could at least have a chance at remaining unscathed. But his voice, of its own accord, betrayed him. "They... have to muck out the stables?" He asked sheepishly, hopefully, with a roll of his shoulders. In some space of reality, smiles often disarmed those who meant to do harm. Particularly dashingly innocent, cheerful smiles that Dravi was capable of. He tipped his head up to shoot one to the man.
It wasn't very effective.
Fingers found their way into his curls, smoothing over the top of them and down before gripping tightly at the back of his neck. "Disobedient children are spanked."x
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Results: Dravi is found.
Words This Step: 995
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 10:41 am
P A R T x T H R E E xS O L O
Disobedient Children 'Spanking' seemed harmless enough. Perhaps a little immature for his age and size, but not wholly intolerable. Just humiliating, as being punished by a parent usually was. He hadn't expected to be let off the hook easily, if he was found out, of course. He could be turned into the authorities. They would likely not have any kind words to share with him. Kanovu was not a particularly kind or gentle man, but anything he could do was likely better than rotting in some hole somewhere.
Skadravi convinced himself of this as the supposedly inebriated man from before appeared in the doorway behind his stepfather. As a unit, the triad made their way from Kanovu's suites, with Skadravi only offering a very appropriate amount of resistance.
"You don't have to yank!" Dravi insisted with a yelp as the guard forcibly buried his fingers in the hybrid's hair and twisted an arm behind his back, shoving him along their intended path. For all his sass and complaint, the young man felt a knot of dread form in his gut, thick and heavy and mind-numbing, crippling him in his desperate thoughts of, 'How do I get out of this...?'
They walked outside, back across the dusting of dried grass fronds. Cool night air slapped Dravi in the face, and with it came this sudden urge for freedom that had him attempting to lurch away from his captor. To no effect. The man gave a snarl and shook him, briefly scrambling Skadravi's thoughts and knocking away any notions of freedom. Before any more protesting could be had, the group was in the stables, and the hybrid boy was being flung free of his captor.
He staggered a step but righted himself, turning to face Kanovu with what he hoped was an innocently apologetic smile. "Father, I know you're upset, but-"
"Sir."
"What?"
"I have never been your 'father.' If I'd had my way, I would've been 'Master,' but your c**t mother wouldn't have that, would she? That whore woman is a stain on this race, treating some hybrid scum better that her own pure-blooded daughter."
Dravi's eyes narrowed, angry bile raising in his throat like lava. "That 'whore woman' is your wife." He stepped forward, movements stiff and jerky. "And you should show her some respect for even having the courage to deal with you. It's people like you-"
"Tie him up." Palms clasped around Dravi's forearms, threatening to drag him backward. He resisted, digging his heels into the dirt floor and jerking back against the hold.
"It's people like you-" The arms tugged him back, spinning him away from his stepfather's face, but Dravi tossed the words over his shoulder, anyway. "-who are stains-" His chest collided with the door to one of the stalls, and there was a brief grapple for control over Dravi's arms that stalled him from continuing. They were threaded through the bars adorning the stall, while Skadravi ripped back against them in his struggles to be free. By the end, he was locked in, straps of leather binding his arms just above his elbows and leaving him confined there. His breath came out in pants; spiteful, afraid, exertion, angry, and his words were tucked into the wood he was faced with. "-on the world..."
His lids pinched shut as he quieted, struggling to control the ragged pants escaping from his lips. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't weak. He'd said his peace. Kanovu looked for reasons to hurt and offend people he believed to be lesser than him, and he'd found one. Here. Now. The first lash came sharp, but expected. Dravi doubted he imagined the sound of air slicing before pain, hot and crippling, blossomed across the skin along his back. It forced a choked yelp from his throat, and tension followed immediately after, body bunching instinctively away from the strike.
The second was rougher, or maybe it just felt harder in the wake of the burn from the first. Dravi twisted against his binds, letting out rough snarls and hisses as stroke after stroke landed on him; across his shoulders, over his back, lower - dipping into the curve of his spine. Skin split at some point, mingling with the ripping, searing sensations of previously. Dravi was aware of it as a separate occurrence only because of the droplets, splatters of blood that entered his downcast scope of vision and landed between his feet.
He'd never been hateful. Or at least, never outwardly so. But he felt it now, boiling in his veins and mixing with the more shallow burn laying stripes across his flesh. He hated Oba for crafting such conceited, closed-minded people. He hated his half-sister for being of pure blood. Hated his mother for suggesting this to him. But those feelings would subside. They flared in the heat of the moment, but his only true hate was for the man wielding the whip.
Dravi snarled, knowing that he was screaming and feeling weak for it. Knowing that while he was on his feet, it wasn't of his own power. Knowing that he would be lucky to survive but mentally pleading for an end, anyway. It hurt to move it hurt to breath. He wanted escape with nowhere to go and no way of getting there. His knees buckled. His body sagged. Screams deteriorated to pitiful sounds mixed in with harsh breathing, whimpers and chokes. Each new 'crack' brought with it the distinctive feeling that he might vomit, accompanied by the more pressing splintering of his very being.
Skadravi did not keep track of how many times he was struck. Likely couldn't have if he'd wanted to. His attention narrowed to small pinpricks of information. Ground, dirt, pain, and wood. Only barely was he aware of the leather that bound his arms being cut and his body dipping to the ground, landing heavily on his knees and only supported by the firm wooden structure in front of him. He was breathing still. Clouds of dust resounded of the stall where his breath disturbed them. Every time his chest expanded a heavy burn lanced through him, replaced by an ache that was instantly chased away by the next gulp of air he took.
Fingers in his hair were less important, but they wrenched back, arching Dravi's throat upward and pulling his attention to red eyes and dark hair. "The next time I see you, you're as good as dead." He shoved the hybrid boy away, casting him to the ground with an undignified mewl.
Footsteps. Dravi closed his eyes, muscles twitching and consciousness fluttering. Resounding words, "Take the trash to the curb." Could've been real or imagined. Hazy. It was the dust, he told himself as it gathered in thick clumps just within his vision. Always dust.x
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Results: Punishment ensues.
Words This Step: 1131
Total Words: 3039
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2015 10:42 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2015 12:44 pm
Class Quest Result
Pass!
Skadravi has passed and received a rank of Pickpocket!
Congratulations Skadravi!
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