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 Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 1:40 pm
STATISTICS:
STAGE: Apprentice
PATH: Battler
LVL: 1
EXP: 0/1
LP: 50
ENG: 50
INT: 4
ATK: 3
DEF: 3
LUK: 1
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 1:43 pm
Avoid Contact
Just after a grueling class - or perhaps on your way back into school with a desire to contact one of your teachers for some questions outside of class, a fellow student (perhaps one you know or have never had contact with) catches your eye. They look notably distressed.
Your character attempts to move on towards the school, either mostly oblivious, unaffected, or simply shy and wanting to get on with their own affairs. Before you can make it inside, however, the student approaches you.
“Hey, you there!” he calls out, stepping up and blocking your path. Before you can say anything, he starts babbling on. “You look like a respectable person, you’re a decent sort, yeah? Here, uh, this is a little embarrassing to admit, but I have a favor to ask — don’t look at me like that, there’s something in it for you! And it’s nothing that’ll get you in trouble…much.” He clears his throat, frowning. “Anyway, I was sent out to retrieve this journal of arcane studies from library for my trainer in the east wing, Tyrna, but I was late to classes this morning for, er…personal reasons…and on my run to school I seem to have dropped the blasted thing. I’m fairly certain I lost it on my run past the fountain. I have another session with a different trainer in only a few minutes, so I don’t have time to run back, but if you’d be willing to do so for me I can certainly make it worth your while. I’ll be back here again in just over an hour - I don’t expect it’ll take you much longer than that to find it. I’ll wait for you, alright?” It had been a long, frazzling day at the academy for Isolde, and she couldn’t decide whether she was glad it was over or nervous. Part of her wished it would drag out as long as possible… Quickly coming was day she would have to commit to the path of a warrior or a civilian, and she still wasn’t sure how to tell her mother she wanted to learn how to fight.
Needless to say, she was long gone in her own little world when she was suddenly jumped in the hallway. Startled, the spacey stare left her eyes as she focused on the boy blocking her path. A little confused, but getting the general gist of what he was trying to tell her, Isolde nodded in agreement- if only to try and save the book.
Seeing her nod and taking it for the yes it was, the boy ran off; leaving Isolde to sigh in his wake. When she started her training, she’d be so behind the early starters…
Refuse
Accept
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 1:45 pm
Accept
After accepting the distressed student’s offer, RP your character going to said body of water searching for the spoken-of journal, only to find it, sure enough, in the water and soaked through, clearly completely ruined. Return to the student. Upon showing him the journal, he is incredibly distressed and wants nothing to do with returning the ruined thing to the teacher. After giving you a small figurine and promising that it has always helped him perform better for tests, he offers you a better reward if you agree to take the journal to his trainer for him and swear not to tattle on him. [Item Grant: Wooden Figurine:] Waiting until he’d turned around a corner, Isolde turned around and began the short walk to the fountain. Since the academy’s hallways were nearly empty, she decided to take her time. She had an hour, after all, and it wasn’t as if she was making somebody else’s way more difficult.
Luckily for her, the fountain was fairly small. Unluckily for the book (and the boy, by extension), well… Isolde sighed as she hopped up onto the short stone wall of the fountain and got down on her knees, straining to reach where the unlucky journal bobbed gently up and down. Deciding it was a lost cause, she slipped herself off her perch and took off her boots before hiking up her leggings.
Stepping in, she grimaced at the cold of the water, grabbing the soaked book and getting back out as quickly as she could. Giving the pages a glance-over and deciding nothing was salvageable, she squeezed the pages together over the water in an effort to wring out what she could- no use making puddles everywhere! Rolling her leggings back down and putting on her boots, she began making her way back to where she’d met the boy; waterlogged journal held out in front of her as if she found it offensive. This also meant that it was the first thing he saw when she approached, and he looked almost petrified at the sight of it.
She would have felt bad for him, if it had been for the book’s sake.
“Hey! Um, wow. Thanks, but, uh… Wow.” He fidgeted for a moment before fishing a small wood carving out of pocket and offering it to her. Confused, Isolde took it. “I know it’s kinda crude, but it’s my good-luck charm for tests!”
She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah! I always do just a little bit better when I have it with me, promise!” He paused, looking a little sheepishly at the ruined journal she was still holding out to him. “Umm… Would you… Could you do me another favor and take that to Tyrna for me? I can compensate you for your trouble, if you swear not to tell her about this!”
“… Okay.”
Refuse
Accept
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 1:46 pm
Accept
Should you agree to deliver the journal, RP this and proceed to the aforementioned location in search of the trainer in question. Upon locating her, the trainer immediately spots the journal and questions you about the circumstances that lead to its current state, tone calm but rigidly strict sounding. If you keep the student’s secret and lie to the teacher, head to “Lie”. If you tattle, head to “Tattle”. Reaching the east wing fairly quickly (As she wanted rid of the dripping thing as quickly as possible!), Isolde was dismayed to realize that she hadn’t a clue where this ‘Tyrna’ was. Wandering the hall and systematically checking plaques, she desperately hoped that the name she’d been given wasn’t some kind of nickname…
“Excuse me, but what’s that thing you’ve got dripping everywhere? Any more puddles and I’ll have to ask you to put up warning signs.” Isolde turned to see the speaker, an older Kirandi Dovaa with a stern countenance.
“I’m sorry, I was asked to bring this to Tyrna but I’m not sure who that is.” Isolde held the journal so that it could be better seen.
The Firani raised a brow. “Well, then in that case you’ve found her.” She sighed. “And that looks like the journal I was teaching Hammel from… So why do you have it, and why does it look like it was mauled by a Peisio dragon?”
For a brief moment, Isolde considered lying and saying she’d been given the journal by someone else. It would be easy enough, and she did enjoy a good white lie… But no. Not if there was a chance that she’d have this woman for her trainer, some day. “I have it because Hammel asked me to bring it to you, and it’s waterlogged because he dropped it in the fountain prior.”
Lie
Tattle
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 1:47 pm
Tattle
The professor snorts, not surprised by said student’s clumsiness and unwillingness to face their own problems head on, and asks you if you would be interested in performing one more favor in order to educate the student in what happens when they attempt to lie to a teacher. If you agree, head to “Agree” — if you decline, head to “Decline”. Isolde hesitated, contemplating the request. On one hand, she was a little unhappy that the boy- Hammel, she supposed- had tried to swear her into creating a lie for him and tell it to one of her betters. Not to mention it was usually a good idea to do what you could to get a favorable opinion from instructors…
But on the other hand, it felt a little like betrayal. She too had gotten away with little incidents by making covers, and it was something she was actually rather good at- you just had to make sure there were no loose ends or inconsistencies. She had found that her reputation as a quiet, responsible girl who very rarely caused trouble helped a great deal, too… Isolde wasn’t someone who gave anyone a reason to doubt her word.
But that book.
“… As long as it won’t make me too late getting home.”
Agree
Decline
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 2:18 pm
Agree
Pleased, the trainer fetches a small pouch from within their desk drawer and gives it to you — weighty for its size — with instructs you not to open it, but to deliver it directly to the student. Before you walk out the door, she also gives you [Item grant: Soft Leather Gloves] saying that this is for you as a reward for your honesty and effort and that she hopes you find it useful at some point on your journey. After leaving her office and making it out of sight, if you peek at the item in the pouch, intended for the student only, head to “Peek” — if you obey your instructions and promptly return to the student without looking, head to “Obey”. Taking the parcel, Isolde couldn’t help but be surprised by it’s weight. It wasn’t terribly heavy, but for something that fit so easily into the palm of her hand… She nodded in understanding when Tyrna instructed her not to open it. Something so heavy for its size had to be either very dense or magical, and since this was meant as a punishment she was inclined to believe it was the latter. Definitely something she did not want to mess with. Turning to leave, she was stopped.
“Hey, take these with you.” The instructor tossed her a small bundle, which upon catching Isolde discovered to be a pair of leather gloves. “You’re not one of my students, and I don’t like to leave good effort and honesty unrewarded. They don’t look like much, but if you ever find yourself in a fight I think you’ll find them of good use.”
Inspecting them for a minute, Isolde was surprised to find that they were her correct size. “Thank you.”
And then she found herself navigating the labyrinth of hallways once more in search of Hammel. It did occur to her that she could just take the parcel and go find out what it held; and if she said she wasn’t itching to find out… Well, she’d be lying. Horribly.
But it was always best not to tempt fate, especially when fate came in the form of a crossed instructor.
Peek
Obey
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:56 pm
Obey
Not wanting to mess with fate or disobey a teacher, you leave the pouch intended for the student laced up tight and return to him. Upon opening the pouch and upending it, a small, unremarkable white stone drops into the boy’s palm. As soon as he opens his mouth, however, the student soon finds he cannot say anything but, “I will account for my own mistakes. I will not encourage lies.” Intensely frustrated by this, he tosses the stone away, and looks angry with you, but can’t manage to tell you anything but his own set phrases.
Should you choose to go and fetch the stone - perhaps to study it or for personal reasons - you are granted the item Eye of Irised. Otherwise, you may continue on your way and leave the magicked item to its own devices. [Note: Should your character touch the stone in this scenario, nothing remarkable will happen, though you may feel free to RP your character lifting it up with a piece of cloth to avoid touching it if they are the careful sort.]
Adventure end. To her mild confusion, Isolde found the boy loitering by the same fountain he had dropped the journal in, daydreaming. When he noticed her approach he seemed to startle out of his daze, expression anxious and bordering on urgent as he ran to close the maybe four or so meter gap. He couldn’t wait for her to walk that short distance? He was acting uncannily like some of the worried family members of the patients treated by her mother…
“How’d it go? Did she suspect anything? Am I in trouble? Did you pull it off?” What, no asking if she had gotten in trouble?
She just held out the pouch in her hand, “She asked me to give you this.” He took it eagerly, opening it up and dropping a smooth white stone into his hand. He held it up to his face to study it, brow furrowed as he evidently tried to decipher a meaning from the token.
Looking at her with an expression that told her he expected her to know what it was, he opened his mouth to ask. “I will account for my own mistakes. I will not encourage lies.”
Now it was Isolde’s turn to be confused. “Sorry?”
“I will account for my own mistakes! I will not encourage lies!” Now he started to look… Angry? Ah. Magic. She was very glad she’d decided against opening the parcel…
Face turning a spectacular shade of crimson- out of anger or embarrassment, Isolde could not tell- he through the stone down and ran off; the rock began to cast a faint glow after it hit the cobblestone ground. Focusing on the stone, Isolde knelt to inspect the white-gray rock. Though she was mindful not to touch it and thus could not tell if there was some kind of inscription or seal on the back, from what she could tell there was nothing obviously strange about it… She fished the gloves that Tyrna had given her out of a pocket and slipped them before picking up the strange thing. Finding no markings on it of any kind, and its faint light fading, Isolde gave a mental shrug before slipping it into her pocket.
Who knew, maybe if it did that glowing thing inexhaustibly and she was really desperate, she could use it to read at night…
End Adventure
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