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[CLASS QUEST] Rayolun

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 1:10 pm


This Quest is for Rayolun who is striving to become a Spearman.

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||. 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

Lasarra's home was still smoldering from the fire that had wreaked havoc on the village, it's contents tossed about in the trees and the forest floor. The familiars that had been housed there were gone, but something didn't add up.

The scuff marks on the floor looked like a struggle, the familiars had not left on their own accord. Someone had taken them. There were drag marks leading into the forest, and at the end of the marks was the group of Obans that had caused the damage. Now that the war was over they had turned renegade, not willing to relinquish their power over the rest of Tendaji. They had taken the familiars and had planned to sell some and eat the rest.

Quest Tasks
||. This quest is for Rayolun to find his pet Rownin.
||. Rayolun should follow the clues to the camp and deal with the Obans as he would like.
||. Whether Rownin is there or not will not effect the grading of the quest.
||. Lasarra's familiars were not the only ones stolen during the fire, Rayolun must come up with some way to handle all of the familiars (whether it is to release them, leave them with the Obans, commit to finding their owners, etc)
PostPosted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 8:30 am


Ruins and a Trail to Follow....


Calm down, he told himself as he stood in the wreckage of the town. Rownin may be from Zena, but he’d been living with me and knows how to survive the jungle.. he would not have left; not when he was waiting for me here. Or… well, Rownin was smart and left with Lasarra or the rest of the town.

As he stared blindly at Lasarra’s ransacked house, his eyes began to pick out something odd. There was more than just sandal tracks… Pulling his mind back together, he focused on what had caught his attention and picked out scratch marks; claws digging in, scuff marks, marks of dragging. He looked over at a few other houses; did they also have these signs buried within the raider’s tracks? Now that he was looking, he could spot the signs of animals being dragged off. He shoved aside his worry for Lasarra; she was a strong fighter in her own right, she would be fine. She would not want me to leave her village’s animals in the hands of bandits.

Focus on this, shove aside the fear and worry; concentrate on finding these animals and tracking down the bandits who’d done this. He told himself as he crouched down to examine the tracks more closely; maybe when I am done the villagers will be back and Lasarra will be among them!

Rayolun, raised as a hunter and taught to push aside all distractions and focus on the hunt, took a deep breath and pushed aside his worry. He had a task to do; and do it he would. Raiders had hit, and if they hit here they would hit other villages nearby. Lasarra would want me to save the animals and find a way to stop these raiders, not go running off searching for her.

Through the long night he ran, eating fruits and breaking into animals food caches for quick snacks as he tracked his quarry. They were neither Shifters nor Alkidikes; this he knew. They would have stuck more to the trees… that and whomever these raiders were they were not from around here. Small signs gave them away; the way some slashed their way through the undergrowth, the slightly strange way their campsites were set up.

As he tracked them, he began to believe they were Obans. Obans who were supposed to have surrendered! The direction of their path was towards the beach line, away from the leaf tribe area… which had been the other possibility. Mid morning Rayolun was currently at their campsite that they’d used the night before. Alone and knowing the jungle, he was able to move far faster than the raiders with tier cages and wagons and was quite pleased that he’d made such great time.

He crouched at the fire pit; the half burned remain of one of the pets was in there… Rayolun pulled out a collar that had a tag on it.

“Fluffy.” He read out loud… Who ate a pet called Fluffy? It was probably some child’s companion! Need to catch them faster, he thought as he searched around the camp for more clues to just who these people were. While he thought they were Obans, he couldn’t be sure until he saw them. It was always possible a Leaf bandit group was acting like Obans… Hearing the sounds of something struggling, Rayolun went to check it out. He found a Maglardilla stuck in a left behind trap. Never one to turn away a free meal, Rayolun quickly killed it and used the coals of the raiders campfire to start another fire to roast his meal. While he waited, Rayolun walked the area nearby, looking for other traps. Finding a few, he growled at the raiders.
“Wasteful! Leaving behind traps they won’t be returning to empty…”

Something else to add to his list of things he hated about this group, he thought as he destroyed the few traps and took the metal pieces to add to his tools. Never knew when he might need them!

Once he’d eaten, Rayolun headed of once again; going as fast as he could. He wanted to get to them before they ate too many more of the animals. Night was falling as he came upon the coastline of Jauhar. The trees of the jungle suddenly gave way to rolling sandy hills and large stones. He paused and hid behind a pile of rocks as the moon came out. His dark daytime skin shifted to its pale tones and he muttered a curse.
In the moons’ light he could see the tracks head north to where a dim ruddy glow illuminated the surrounding trees and long shadows moved across the water and trees.

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PostPosted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 8:55 am


A Ship to Cleanse


Between him and the fire though, was a small schooner. Dual masted and with a single row of oars, it was a very nice schooner; one that Rayolun rather wanted to own himself! But it would require a crew… As that thought occurred to him, he narrowed his eyes and examined the ship for movement: had they left anyone on board? If so, he needed to deal with them first! Rayolun crept out across the beach, slinking from rock to rock until he reached the ocean and began to wade out. The pull of the ocean felt like a welcoming hug to him, the cool waters easing some of his worries and inner pain. He swam as silently as he stalked through shadows; on land, in trees or in the ocean, Rayolun knew how to be an unheard shadow. As he approached the boat, he heard the voices of the Obans; figures he thought to himself with disgust. If these guys are here officially then I’ll have to take this information to Suhuba…She will ensure that everyone knows being the huge gossip that she is.

If they weren’t... then they were just bandits; and Rayolun would deal them as he did all other bandits: violently.
Rayolun began to pull himself up when he heard the clink of metal on metal. Pausing in his climbing he looked at the oars and saw movement beyond them. Peeking through his eyes widened as he saw the Matori chained to the oars. They hadn’t released them! The surrender terms had said that all Matori were to be released! The Matori on the other side, a thin beaten looking boy looked at him with wide eyes. Rayolun motioned him to be quiet and continued climbing.

More rage added to the flame already burning within him: these bandits would die! Not only had they attacked Lasarra’s home… his home, they’d taken her villages animals and kept Matori slaves who should have been freed! He stopped just above the rail that ran the length of the ship to pull his trident out of the sling across his back. Waiting for that perfect moment, the moment when the voices of the Obans, complaining about having to watch the ship while the others were off enjoying warm food, faded slightly.

Quickly slipping over the rail, he landed and looked about; making sure no one had seen him. Then he stalked after the voices; the guards would be the first to die! Two of them, just as he’d heard, were lazily walking about, their eyes scanning the ocean for approaching enemies and not paying attention to the shadow that slipped up behind them. Rayolun’s trident speared the one closest to the ocean, the middle spar going clear through the neck as he caught the other one’s foot with his to trip the Oban. He quickly spun and shook off the dying body of his trident as his opponent stumbled and turned to face him, unsheathing the sword as his side. Rayolun sneered and spun his bloody mace back up as he stepped rudely upon the fallen body.

“Who are you? Do you know whose ship you’ve attacked?” The Oban asked warily, startled by the sudden attack but not as afraid as Ray wanted him to be. Oh well…

Rayolun didn’t answer he just attacked; his trident stabbing and slashing in quick arcs, blocking and knocking aside the blade and spinning up to jab the end of his trident’s staff into the other’s face. Always he was on the offensive, trying to pin the other, sliding out of the way of any blow he could not block. The other was good, Rayolun would give him that.. but not good enough. Rayolun sidestepped one blow and jabbed his trident the other’s extended arm, the three spars sliding through the leather armor and into the chest with a bloody crunch.

“Who… why?” Came the gurgled response as Rayolun twisted his trident before pulling it out. He looked at the dying man’s eyes and shrugged. Why should he answer a dead man’s question? The trident stuck one last time and ended the Oban’s misery.

With the outlooks dead, Rayolun began to search the ship for other Obans as well as a key. He picked up, just in case, a sword from one of the Obans. It would be useful in breaking the chains if he couldn’t find a key.

After searching and finding no key, he headed down into the galley where the stench of unwashed slaves and stagnating water washed over him.

“You… are you here to help us?” Came the whisper as the Matori spotted him.
Rayolun nodded as he looked around. 10 slaves, some of who looked to be in very poor health.

“I found no key… so I’ll have to break the chains.” He said as he walked over to the first.

“The key’s kept by the captain. “ Came the hoarse whisper. “How did you find us?”

“Tracking a group that attacked my wife’s village.”
Was his abrupt answer as he had the slave pull their rusted chains taunt to make breaking them easier.

CLANG! One slave freed.
“Slavers?”

CLANG!
“No, just bandits… There may be slaves but I didn’t see any traces as I tracked them.”

CLANG!
“Where are they?” One broad guy asked; from the rawness of his whipped back and the fire in his eyes, Rayolun guessed this was a new slave that hadn’t been beaten yet.

CLANG!
“Up the shore a bit. I was tracking a group of about 15. How many sailors?”

CLANG!
“Only 10 including the captain.”

CLANG!
“Eight now.”

CLANG!
“We’ll help you kill them.” Came growls from all of the slaves. Even the ones whose eyes had been dead just seconds before.

CLANG!
Rayolun was impressed. “Not those that are too wounded.” He eyed one of the thinner and older ex-slaves. “Don’t go dying when you finally got free.”

CLANG!
“It will be worth it.” Came the growled response. So be it.

CLANG!
“There is a small armory I found, as well as some food in the kitchen. Go eat and arm yourselves.” Rayolun told them once he’d broken them all out. He looked at the sword; its blade was notched and twisted after he abuse he’d put it through. Shrugging, he dropped it and left eh stench of the galley behind.

“What’s your name?” The broad Matori asked as he followed.

“Rayolun. Yours?”

“Loriash. Thank you.”

Rayolun nodded his acceptance of the thanks; he had done what anyone with a shred of decency would have done. He itched to go to the bandit’s camp now, not wait and increase the chance that the sailors would come back and discover them. But the slaves needed food to give them strength, and they needed weapons.

“Why are you still slaves? When the Oban’s surrendered one of our demands were that all Matori be released.” He asked Loriash. The other man laughed.

“As if they would all obediently obey! Most do… in the cities and public areas. Those who sail the sea’s? Or small farmers who use us like tools? They don’t want to give up the free labor… so they ignore the order and hide the slaves when someone official shows up… and if an official shows up, well a small bribe will make them turn a blind eye.”

Rayolun was disgusted; they had no honor, they had no sense of decency and took what was not theirs. “Well, this group is about too learn that the jungle has it’s own laws…” He said softly as he watched the Matori arm themselves after they had finished raiding the kitchen. “And that the only product of slavery is hatred and death.”


“Ready?” He asked the Matori. “We will swim over, it will be quieter and they will not expect and attack from that direction."
PostPosted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 8:57 am


Battle on the Beach

He did not ask if they could swim: from the way they looked and what he’d heard when talking to Naria before leaving; their people were far more proficient at swimming than him. They were the water tribe… they had better be able to swim! Though, looking at them, maybe it would be best to use a boat… Something of this must have shown on his face as the weakest looking one gave him a brief smile.

“Do not worry. We are all capable of swimming. Ubeli’ae shall grant us strength this night… To be able to kill those who have enslaved us… we will swim any length.”

Rayolun nodded, that he could understand. This.. Ubeli’ae must be a god of some sort.

“Then may Serin and the spirits of the jungle and sea grant you strength as well.” He responded as he headed out; he was not a religious man himself; but he could feel the power of the sea and believed with every fiber of his being that there was a spirit of the ocean. He could also hear, some nights when he lay awake, the beat of the jungle, the sound of something far greater than just animals and trees; a spirit, the spirit of the jungle, he thought of it. If they care or can hear us… than I hope they can grant these Matori strength to survive this night.

Soft splashed followed as he lead the way over, swimming off, he kept and eye on the others, making sure they were doing alright. He needn’t have bothered; they were like fish in the waters and seemed only to struggle for a little while.

They all swam towards the light of the fire, the sounds of the Oban’s voices carrying across the silent ocean. Rayolun stopped when his feet could touch the ground. So far the Obans had not noticed them, but then their guards were looking towards the jungle that surrounded their camp, more wary of followers like Rayolun than an attack from the ship’s direction. Foolish, he thought as he motioned and pointed to where the others were to go.

“Walk in shadows, stay near the rocks, and move slowly.”
He breathed out softly, making the barest of sounds before heading inshore to follow his own advice. He took the longest path, knowing he probably had more stamina than the beaten and starved slaves.

All was going well until one guard looked sea ward a bit too soon and spotted the Matori sneaking towards him. As he called out a warning, Ray and the Matori gave up on stealth and charged in. Chaos ensued as the battle began. The warriors all charged to meet the Matori, leaving Raylon and one of the freed slaves to strike unseen from behind. Which he was not too happy about, he did not want the Matori to die, not after h had just freed him and now they were taking the brunt of the fight.

Rayolun charged, his spear gutting one surprised Oban and then there was no time for thought. Just the simple thoughts of fighting: sidestepping blows, tripping Obans, stabbing and slashing with precise and crippling blows. Rayolun felt a blade get through his defense several time, slicing him along his ribs. Unlike the Oban or Matori, Rayolun fought silently, only grunting when he was hit.
Rayolun spotted the two Oban leaders. Both were better dressed and well armored. He and Loriash charged them trying to save the two Matori that were being driven back. The quick jabs and slashes of the Oban’s slim curved blades ended the Matori’s lives and Rayolun snarled angrily as he engaged. Loriash and him fought shoulder to shoulder, Rayolun attacking the legs and blocking the blades with his longer trident while Loriash used his stolen hammer and brute force to bludgeon the Obans.
Rayolun smirked as he finally pinned the blade of the gaudily dressed captain with his trident’s prongs in the sand. Stepping on the blade he kicked out and connected with the Captains chin.,. staggering him backwards and leaving him wide open for Rayolun’s trident.

Rayolun hopped back, shaking off the dead body from the trident and looked around. The Obans were all dead, as were four of the Matori.

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 3:53 pm


Decisions

Rayolun buried the Obans in a mass grave while the Matori took their dead off to do... something with them. Rayolun did not ask. It was their belief and traditions and he would not interfere. He was saddened that they had lost four, but knew it could have been worse and at least they died free. Now he had to deal with all the animals…

A smile appeared on his face as he approached the cages and a familiar bark greeted him. His roati, Rownin looked filthy, his long hair was all knotted again.

“You really need to learn to groom yourself,” Rayolun said gently as he freed his friend and cradled the roati. He looked and could see some of Lasarra’s animals... also a handful of others. As he went about feeding and giving pets and spoke soothing words to the caged pets, he thought on what to do with them. The radaku were trained, as were the kinfa… Some had collars on them, those he bet he could find the owners again.. others? He wasn’t too sure.

“What should we do?” The young Matori he’d first seen through the oar’s holes asked him softly.

Rayolu looked at him then at the boat… That was another question he needed to figure out... but there was a solution that would be okay. Not that everyone would get to return home but at least they'd be in a better place. Neued would need hands to help, and these animals and Matori needed a home. Perhaps there they could find one.. and if not then there would at least be other's who could help Rayolun find the owners for the collared animals.

Why not come with me to Neued? It was a Shifter city the Obans took but we are reclaiming it. I will not be able to take you home...the ship requires knowledge I do not have to sail it. Nor do we have enough hands to do so. I need to return these to their families as well.” He said as he looked at the animals. “But those without collars I will give to you. I know that trained radaku and the kinfa’s fetch a nice price so you should be able to set ourselves up or find a merchant or traveling troupe to take you back to Matori. Or you can keep them as companions.”


“That sounds like a better plan than we had.” Loriash said as he walked up. “But why are you helping us so much?”

Rayolun shrugged. “Because I can. And Lasarra would wish it.”

“Who?”

“My wife. I… do not know where she is now.”

Loriash made a sympathetic sound as he patted Rayolun's shoulder. "Then we will say thanks once more and accept your offer."
PostPosted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:24 pm


Suhuba
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Ready to be graded! The Ray muse was hard to find but I managed to find him and wring him dry! XD

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 11:57 am


Class Quest Result

Pass!

Rayolun has passed and received a rank of Spearman!

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Congratulations Rayolun!


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