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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 1:06 pm
This Quest is for Reillan who is striving to become an Swordsman.
 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
Reillan's brother Keelthy had just been accepted back into the family, and they hadn't been back in Oba for long when Reillan was put into a sparring match with his older cousin. Within moments it seemed that Reillan was loosing by a landslide. After the match, his uncle approached him, scoffing and remarking that maybe he had grown soft and wasn't fit to be a part of the family.
Reillan, like his brother, would have to prove that he belonged to the family.
Quest Tasks
||. The quest should begin with Reillan sparring and losing miserably to his older, more experienced cousin.
||. Reillan will then be confronted by one of his uncles who accuses him of being weak and his poor performance just shows that his time among the 'savages' has made him unworthy of being in the family.
||. Reillan can either demand another sparring match to prove himself, or he can be challenged to one by the family.
||. He will go up against two of his cousins in a second match, whether he wins or loses will not effect the grade of the quest.
||. The quest should end with Reillan's uncles showing some form of acceptance of Reillan back into the family.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 11:59 pm
Reillan was delighted with his brother's success but now it was his own turn to join the ranks of the famil in active duty and he wasn't that nervous, he had trained while he was gone and his skills were far from rusty. He had also made sure to brush them up in the hot Oban sun after arrising so he could better reacclimitize to his home's weather. So when the call to action came he was ready with time to warm up. As it turned out his family had selected one of his oldest uncle’s middle aged sons to be his opponent. Idly he thought that they might have a little too much confidence in his natural and augmented abilities. His cousin was somewhat hulking and very much battle hardened, white teeth gleaming against dark cheeks. Reillan didn’t know this man all that well, he was expecting his first child and had been in his own loft with his wife for a long time, well before Reill was old enough to have any sort of attachement formed. Longer reach, bigger muscles, much more experience; Reill definitely had his work cut out for him.
His father watched proudly as each Oban was outfitted with the weapon of their choice. The longsword for Reill and the hammer for Dalenz, a weapon that Reill was not overly fond of being quite emotionally attached to all the long and short bones of his body; hammer’s were meant to crush important things, whearas the sword you had to actually hit an important piece. It wasn’t a deathmatch not by a long shot but when you used real weapons things could still be broken or cracked. He eyed his opponent warily. Dalenz grinned unrepentant for his easily accomplished intimidation. Reill wasn’t sure what the man’s opinion of him was, did he even think straight? The faint glint of intelligence made him think sometimes, he probably wanted to get back to his wife and would try to break in the newbie as quick as possible.
His uncle started the fight and the two males circled each other, Dal swirling his hammer like a baton, Reill holding his sword at the ready. He was unprepared for the strike when it came he had underestimated the other’s speed and Dal landed a heavy blow that did nothing but bruise both his leg and his ego. He wasn’t prepared for this, he thought he had been but if he were ready he would have seen that coming through the other’s body language. He grunted with pain and staggered to his feet, turning to engage but his sword was bored down by the weight of the hammer head tossed almost carelessly at him, how much did that thing weigh?! As long as his cousin could lift it presumably gravity would pull it down with only minor help to get to a weighty blow.
He scurried back, what had happened to him? Had he suddenly become a coward? No? Well good he told himself, get back in there! He charged but his cousin dodged and shoved him face first into the dirt. He spat out the grit he had nearly swallowed and glared around his shoulder rising up to leap at his opponent, only to have the hammer tap him ...lightly on the skull. Then he knew no more.
He woke up on the ground his father holding him anxiously. “Really Dal was too much you should know better brother.” He glared at Reillan’s uncle. Said uncle rolled his eyes and pointed out, “We did check with you first.” His father sighed. “I’m sorry Reillan, it was partly my fault.”
“No Dad, it was mine, I should have practiced harder.” His father stood him up and brushed him off, but his uncle took his arm and led him not far away. “Hah so much for your time among the savages, I think they made you softer. Perhaps so much softer that your brother surpases you in strength and ability, didn’t see that one coming. Who would have thought the golden son would be unable to join the family. Poor show.” He sneered.
Reillan’s jaw dropped, just like that, he was kicked out. “Hey give me another chance against someone else with a sword, thats how I’ve trained.” His uncle laughed at him. “Well you are ill prepared then.”
“We’ll face him Dad, we are of the sword.” His uncle’s youngest sons, still swordsman approached him. “We will do it together,” the other said, “So it’s still a challenge.” They grinned at him, close in age they were very happy go lucky individuals, and reminded him a lot of his own brother and him. He smiled faintly. His father walked over. “Accepted.” He said for Reillan, who had still been shocked at this kindness, at least he knew these two better and he liked them. “Agreed,” he gasped out. He still felt woozy, but with some water he felt better, they didn’t think he would get a concussion by some miracle so he was given the go ahead to fight by an impartial healer who for their part thought the whole thing a big bag of stick weed. Reill staggered over to the fight arena and rested in the short time he was given while the two brothers warmed up and armed themselves with swords. This would be harder in some way but he wasn’t intimidated by swords, after this he would rectify his hammer difficulties. For now he could concentrate on nothing but watching them move together, it would be two against one and it looked like they had fought together often before...great. He wiped the sweat out of his eyes, no use prolonging the enevitable, “I’m ready,” he told his uncle and father. He could see the rest of the family watching quietly from the sidelines. He wanted to do them proud, the first fight had been embarrassing, for himself and for them. It wouldn’t be like that again. He squared his shoulders and marched to the pair of grinning boys before him. He bowed low, and they bowed back, something that was somehow neglected by both parties in the first fight, that reflected badly on both of their manners not only his own.
“Shall we?” He asked, he couldn’t help but smile, their happiness was infectious, they were helping him when they hadn’t needed to and for that he was very grateful. But he would give his thank yous later because now it was sword time, just the way he liked it. He grinned now, showing a few more teeth then normal as the pair nodded at him and split, this tactic would divide his attention and energy. These boys were clever, but he moved too forcing them to follow and thus stay in his line of sight. If he couldn’t see one, they could probably see his back and no one was wearing any armor. He swallowed once and rushed in sword flashing, he would have to take one out at a time, then it would be just one opponent as they all got more tired. He angled his slashes so that one would be threatened low and the other high, it was exhausting work but he hadn’t fought two at once that often to be much practiced in the art so it was his brain keeping him going now. He slashed again and they split. He lunged to the right only to get slashed from the left, blood now ran down his arm. It would have to be fast he thought as he pressed forward trying to protect his back as well as he could by being twisty and curving around his opponent, using the fancy footwork that all those times practicing dance with his brother had aided so much. He was faster but not by enough to matter much unless he could scrape up all the speed into a definitive blow to the right side brother. He saw his chance as he turned as a small window as his opponent tried to figure out which part of him to hit at. He stabbed low and in and caught and ankle, at the sudden pain the sword flew and one was disarmed. He moved again just in time to receive a cut on his side but not as bad as it would have been, if he had moved the other way the match would have been over and he would have been in very poor shape indeed. At least now it seemed like some of his raw talent had been put to good use, now that it finally chose to show itself. Confidence was apparently more important to a fighter then he had thought, his nervousness at fighting an older much more experienced man had undermined him as much as his comaparatively meager skills had. No time now but since the lost sword had fallen outside the ring and his first opponants ankle damaged he had eliminated one. The other brother was fresher then he was and focused, this could be a problem now that Reill was bleeding freely and this one was untouched. He couldn’t wait for this one to come to him, he would have to go or bleed out slowly presuming he didn’t clot in the heat. The sun felt like it was warm enough to cauterize and felt like it was now that sweat had started to trickle into the wound, he winced and tried not to favor the side as he tried for another rush, sadly slower than he had been. His blow was parried with ease and it was all he could do to keep that clever, nasty blade from touching him. This one’s style was different from the others, more hesitant in places but stronger when it did come. More of a sneak attack predator then a hunt em catch em type. He panted with the effort, he should have asked for another day to recover but that would have made him look weak. His mind was starting to swim. He desperately wanted to win but his strength was failing. He took a step stumbled, took another and was about to fall over when the other engaged he got his sword up but sunk to his knees. The other grinned and bared his teeth, Reillan blinked dazedly back then struck out with the leg on his bad side and tripped the fool who had stood to close. He didn’t have enough energy to finish it, but tapped the other smartly on the thigh just as their sword tapped him on the chest. He would have croaked had this been a real match but he would have at least mangled his cousin’s leg in the process. They slumped onto the sand together giggling with adrenaline and relief while the first cousin hopped gamely over to help look at wounds before the healer bustled over with much muttering to look at them all. Reillan sat up in the dirt when his uncle came over.
“Alright, alright you can stay you fought well, didn’t win over all but well enough.” Grudging but respectful. Perhaps the man had remembered he was still in fact a prentice after all. His uncle helped him up this time. “Not the shining star we thought but with time you’ll do.” Reillan almost choked on a snort but held it in until his uncle couldn’t hear. “Ornery piece of leather,” he murmured under his breath so no one could hear. His father came and clapped him on the shoulder so hard he almost melted right on the spot into the sand. “Oh er, sorry. Anyway you did good, I’m very proud.” His father had every intention of recalling this win everyday to his uncles for the foreseeable future, Reillan could tell from the demonic glint in his eye. Crap disturber, Reill thought, but was too tired to comment or really care all that much, he was safe mostly whole, the others were too and it had been a fight to challenge all his hard won skill properly, not sending a janarim after a field mouse like the previous one had been. He had made it, he too was part of the older side of the family now. A small burst of joy exploded in his heart and then he had to sink into a sitting position or fall over. He could go home and wash and recover and that was all he wanted right now...well after he cleaned his sword. “You look right ragged,” he told it. He was sure he didn’t look much better.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 12:00 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:11 am
Class Quest Result
Pass!
Reillan has passed and received a rank of Swordsman!
Congratulations Reillan!
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