☷ EVENT SOLO ☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷ _________MYSTERIOUS WRECKAGE
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Mysterious Wreckage Prompt 2
Solo or RP Format Counts as 5 RP growth Points Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
Rumors are spreading of a traveler who has entered the area. Apparently, this traveler has a strange item they claim comes from a different time. It's hard to believe what people are saying, and the only way to really know what is going on is if you see it with your own eyes. So, you make it a point to travel to where the traveler was last sighted, and as you approach you notice a crowd. The traveler is holding up an object, high above their head, and shouting across the crowd. Some approach to get a closer look, some appear fearful, but everyone can agree...this is something no one has ever seen before.
What exactly is the traveler showing off? Roll 1d6 to determine what strange item has been found using the guide below:
Rolled 1-2
The traveler pulls out a strange piece of metal, warped a bit on the edges and covered with an unknown language. It looked similar to what you've read, and you think you can make out words, but overall it doesn't make much sense.
Rolled 3-4
The traveler pulls out a strange piece of metal, wound around and almost bouncy in nature. It seems a bit sharp on the edges, but in general it looks like it could possibly be some sort of jewelry piece, if it was smaller.
Rolled 5-6
The traveler pulls two strange pieces of metal, which don't seem to go together outside of their color. One is covered in a language that sort of looks familiar, but isn't fully legible. The other is a winding spiral, which is too big to wrap comfortably around a wrist.
_________Location: Sulburi, Oba _________Event post
Payday! Juno was on his way to the market for some shopping. As always, he was counting every coin that made it into his pouch, dutifully putting away a good chunk of it for savings. He kept this money in a clay jar inside the room that he rented, and counted that ever so often to see how the fund was coming along. It wasn’t that he coveted money -- he just had his heart set on a good solid wagon, and all the opportunities that would come with it. The folks at the brewery had promised to take him on as a delivery man once he could provide his own wagon, and with any luck he’d be able to make it to Sauti in time for the grand market!
He was close, that was for sure. Another few weeks’ pay and he’d make it! With that in mind, he wasn’t exactly looking forward to shopping (why, he’d even cut down his beer-drinking to just a couple a week). But a man had to eat, didn’t he?
Anyway, he’d learned a thing or two about Oban foods; which of them were the most to his liking, which of them were filling, and which of them you could buy cheap. If he was clever about it and took the time to cook in his landlord’s shared kitchen, he could do alright for himself. Why, had even figured out how to ferment honey for his own mead (easy enough, all you needed was a big glass jar with a cork stopper)!
So, that was his shopping list today -- beans, honey and yucca-root, and maybe some of that tangy spice sold by the woman on the corner. What he didn’t expect to find was…
Well, some sort of scene.
A large group of people were all bunched up in the middle of one of the wide thoroughfares. It looked like the sort of group that might gather around a performer, except that there wasn’t any music, laughing or clapping to be heard. Instead the hectoring tone of a woman floated over the head of the bystanders, who murmured and whispered amongst each other. Earthlings of many races (and even one Alkidike) looked equally perplexed by whatever was going on, so Juno gathered it wasn’t just some stranger from Zena or something of that sort. Not that strangers from Zena were all that unusual in a city this big, anyway.
Being a fairly big guy, he managed to nudge close enough to see what was going on. He was right -- the hectoring woman wasn’t from Zena. He hadn’t any clue where she was from, actually -- she looked odd. Was she a hybrid?
The attention of the crowd was on the objects she held out to them. They seemed, to Juno, to be two completely unrelated things, except perhaps for their colour. One was a rippled piece of metal, the other… maybe the same metal, but bent around in a spiral. The woman shouted about how these were from a different time, a time before any of the nations of Tendaji had come to be, and that she, a famous treasure-hunter, had found them in a cave.
Juno quirked his mouth, feeling rather doubtful. Sure, the trinkets were odd-looking, but they weren’t that odd-looking. They looked like metal, except some sort of metal with a warm, brown-gold hue. He didn’t know much about metalworking, but he’d seen some pretty fancy jewelry (and weaponry) in the markets… especially here in Oba, where dressing in your finery was a mighty big deal. For all he knew, there was some way to get metal of that colour, perhaps by adding something to the ore. Anyway, even if it wasn’t something you could get in Tendaji proper, surely suggesting they were more ancient than anything was a bit of a stretch? Tendaji had been a while a long time, anyhow, and if things like this were made in a time before… who made them?
Maybe it was just from a different place. Yael -- he hadn’t seen a Yaeli yet, or all that many of their wares (although he had heard of some silly-looking eye lenses that helped folks see better). Maybe this was from Yael. Maybe it wasn’t from Yael, but some other part of the world?
If there was an island like Yael, after all, why couldn’t there be other secret places? It had taken the Alks and the earthlings in places like Jauhar and Tale some time to even find Zena. You didn’t find new places like that every day, sure, but it seemed more reasonable than this ancient-artifact-in-a-cave business. Some folks just wanted attention, he figured, and there wasn’t any point trying to make sense of it.
☷ SOLO ☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷ _________MAY IT TAKE YOU FAR
_________Location: Jauhar
So, there it was.
After months of saving up, he had finally managed to buy a used wagon from Lana’s workshop. It had once belonged to an Oban merchant, and it had definitely seen finer days. The wooden frame was scuffed up and stained in places, and the floorboards creaked when you walked over them. The bright red canopy had faded to a dusky sunset shade. But Lana always made sure that her merchandise was road-worthy, so the axles were new and the wheels turned well, and all those little things were just details. He’d replace the canopy when he had the money for it, and toss down some rugs over the floorboards. The wood he could sand down and polish himself if he had a mind for it.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had his wagon now.
He went to see the folks at the Red Sun brewery, who had promised him a job carting their wares over Tendaji. Fortunately, with the Grand Market just weeks away now, there was no question about getting hired on. They told him to be ready to load up and travel tomorrow, and Juno walked away feeling a rush quite unlike anything he’d ever felt.
Sure, it wasn’t that big a deal. He was just going to be a delivery driver! There were folks his age who owned their own business already, who had fought in wars and had military ranks and all that. But Juno was happy just to get the chance to travel while making good money and learning about the brewing business. The rest would come together later, he figured.
The next order of business was to stock up on his own supplies. He didn’t need much -- just enough water to cross the desert on the way to Sauti, some food for him and feed for the quhar. He also picked up some warmer clothing (being native to Sauti, he knew the weather could get cold around now), fuel for a lamp, and ink for his bookkeeping. Then he packed up everything in his little rented room (a blanket, some clothing, plates, cutlery and basic cooking pots, along with some small trinkets that went into a wooden box and his clay jar of home-brew mead). All of this fit rather compactly in the front section of the wagon, which he fashioned into his ‘living quarters’ by hanging up a bit of fabric as a curtain to keep it apart from the rest of the wagon (which would soon be filled with kegs of beer).
There was barely enough room for him to stand up and turn around in, but what did he care? He had the whole of Tendaji to live in now.
With that ready, he went to check on his two Quhar -- good old Tamim and his new partner, a speckled female named Aakil. He brushed out their coats, picking all the burrs and mud-clumps from the shaggy hair at the tops of their backs and heads. He checked over their hooves as well, knocking off the accumulated dust and polishing them up with a compound meant to keep them shiny and healthy. He even polished off their horns, so they might look more impressive as they rode out of town. There wouldn’t actually be anyone to see him off. He would have liked it very much if Aaricia could, but seeing her was tricky, what with her family being rather protective and all. He’d make sure to swing by on his way back, though. He’d be a qualified merchant by then, a man with a good job and a future. Maybe her father would take better to him then? In any case, he’d be happy if she could just see the looks of him with his wagon, and the very thought had him putting all the extra care into his work.
The last thing was to say his goodbyes to his landlord and the folks at the bakery. He’d let them know last week that he’d likely be leaving soon, so there wouldn’t be any surprises… but he brought along some gifts to smooth things over anyway. He gave out bottles of his mead, something he’d gotten pretty good at brewing over the last little while. The stuff was popular with everyone who had tried it, and the head baker in particular was quite pleased to receive a serving all to himself.
“You’ll be back to visit, won’t you?” The woman asked, tucking the bottle into her bag.
“Sure I will,” Juno nodded easily. “I work for Red Sun. I’ll be back here every time I need to pick up stock… every few weeks, they figure, maybe a month or two if I’ve got to go as far as Zena.”
The baker let out a whistle. “Zena, eh? Well, I can see you’ll be running all over the place.”
“Not so much running,” Juno laughed. “Just… moseying along, I guess.”
“Well, you have a good time moseying.”
* * *
He spent his last night in his apartment with a few friends, eating a hearty curry with chunks of fresh-baked bread. They finished off the rest of his mead and ventured out to the night market for dessert. Juno was pleased with this celebration -- it was a lot more fun than it would have been to sit alone in his empty room and contemplate his life.
He’d have time for all that out on the road!
Having run out of mead, they all pitched in on a jug of barley wine, and tossed his departure with it. They tossed a cupful onto each wheel of the wagon for good luck.
* * *
The next day, Juno harnessed Tamim and Aakil to the wagon, following Lana’s instructions to make sure the animals were comfortable. Tamim seemed to know exactly what he was doing -- no doubt he’d been used to pull such wagons before. Aakil was younger, and likely new to the task… but seeing that her partner was unconcerned, she stayed put and did her best to be patient, perhaps pawing at the dirt a few times while Juno fumbled with the unfamiliar task.
Soon enough he was rolling through the streets like a king.
Well, he felt like a king. Nobody out on the street seemed to care much. Merchants and wagons were as common as flies around here, and they didn’t know how hard he had worked for this. For all they cared, he’d been doing this for years. This thought actually made Juno more proud rather than less.
At the brewery, the man in charge of inventory made a rote check of his wagon (kicking the wheels, shaking the frame and peering at the axle) and approved of it with no issue after hearing that it was one of Lana’s pieces.
“The woman sure knows how to build a good wagon,” he nodded, patting his big hand against the side panel. “I used to have me one of these when I was younger, too. May it take you far!”
Juno grinned.
* * *
They loaded the wagon up with so many kegs of beer that for a second, Tamim and Aakil seemed to have trouble moving forward. The pause was only momentary, though. The big beasts put their weight against their harnesses and the wagon quickly lurched into motion.
Juno hid it well, but he had half a mind to cry tears of joy.
_________ROUGH GOING _________Juno gets a simple request _________Result: FAIL _________Link
_________SOMETHING'S OFF _________Juno crafts a shirt _________Result: FAIL _________Link
Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 7:57 pm
☷ PRP ☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷ _________HITCHING A RIDE
_________Juno & Vodyanoi _________Location: Oba
As Juno was driving his wagon over the desert trails, he came across a travelling Matori musician. He gave the guy a ride and found out about his plans to travel across Tendaji. He was impressed (and somewhat concerned) by the water earthling's apparent lack of preparation for this type of trip, and offered some advice for saving money and staying safe.
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