|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 2:47 pm
This Quest is for Khalel who is striving to become a Collector.
 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
Khalel's father was pacing the floor, ready to give his daughter the news as soon as she was home. He had heard about her little fling with another hybrid boy and enough was enough. She would have to start behaving properly if she was to remain in his household.
It didn't take him long to inform her to the plans he had been working on for weeks. She was engaged to be married. An Oban boy would be her suitor and she would be happy with what he could find for her.
Quest Tasks
||. This quest is to begin with Khalel learning of her father's distaste for her situation and her forced betrothal to another Oban suitor.
||. Khalel's father knows of her relationship with Skadravi and does not approve of "such foolishness".
||. Khalel's father will notice her new slave collar around her neck and will become angered with her poor choices and her humiliation of the family name.
||. The quest should force her to leave her home, either leaving on her own accord, or her father forcing her to leave for not complying to his wishes.
||. The quest should end with her thoughts on her new life outside of her Oban home.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 5:56 pm
CLASS QUEST
Kicked Out The sun was dipping down into the sky and painting it vibrant colors of pink, orange and purple. This meant only one thing to Khalel: that it was time to go home. Like she usually did, the hybrid had spent most of the day out with Skadravi and his bushi, Ruindego. The group of them had fun earlier as they walked through the streets of the capital just talking and talking. The sun setting was generally Khalel’s cue to head back home, however, as she had no desire to make her family too upset. It was for that reason that she pushed open the door to her home and led Ruindego along. He had been staying at her house for a little while now, and it was time to let him go and relax with her own familiars. It was as the pair of them made it to the pavilion where Khalel lived that the girl found herself stopping in her tracks. Smack dab in front of her was her father, Zaleem, pacing back and forth just as a janarim would who was eager to pounce on his prey. Uh-oh. That didn’t look good. It didn’t look good at all.
“No need to explain where you’ve been,” Zaleem said straight away as he continued pacing. It was as he said this that Khalel shooed the bushi away, so that the two of them were just left by themselves to talk. Ruindego went off without a fuss, and it was then that the prentice found herself stuck in her spot, her golden eyes falling directly upon her father. So – he had known where she was? That was convenient. If he knew where she was, then he had no reason to worry. It wasn’t as if she was off gallivanting outside of the city and what not. She always stayed inside the walls. “I tried to be a patient man, Khalel, but you have left me no choice in the matter.” As he went on to say this, her father paused in front of her and stared her down. His aura was baring down on her, an intimidating and imposing monster. She would have shrinked away if she could, but her family had raised her better than that. Had she done so, it would have been construed as a sign of weakness, and that was not the air she wanted to give off. “I have arranged for you to be married. The son of a prominent Oban merchant has accepted the offer.”
“WHAT?!” The word left Khalel’s mouth as a yell tinged with both shock and anger. “You couldn--…” It was here that she faltered, stumbling over her words and unable to complete her sentence cohesively. A beat followed, and Khalel took a few deep breaths and a moment to collect herself. After expelling a heavy sigh, she looked at her father directly in the eye, golden orbs meeting fiery ones and asked, “How could you do that?” Zaleem laughed at this, throwing his head back and chuckling without care if such actions stung his daughter or not. Did she really just ask him that? She could be so foolish sometimes. “I told you to stop hanging out with that hybrid riffraff, but you didn’t listen.” His tone was serious now and the glint in his eye was a cruel one. “It’s complete foolishness, Khalel,” he went on to say, only to add, “a woman from a noble family like yourself should be paired with another respectable Oban. Not some low-class half-breed. That’s just how things work around here. Always has.”
She wanted to smack him. Did he hear the words he was saying to her about her boyfriend? Yes, Skadravi may have been a half-breed, but that argument was irrelevant as far as she was concerned. She was a hybrid, herself! “I’m a hybrid, too, father…” she began to say, only to cut herself off short. Zaleem had been pacing again and was clearly not listening. How could he be so obtuse? The world was changing – Oba was changing! Why should Dravi’s standing matter, so long as he made her happy? That was the most important thing, right? Well, clearly not, in her father’s eyes. In the eyes of her family, only one thing mattered: standing and appearance. If a person was not properly presentable, then they might as well not even bother to show her face. This had been the case for Khalel, herself, courtesy of her stepmother for the majority of her life. She had to be hidden away, for her own good, or so they claimed, but the prentice knew otherwise. Her father and stepmother arranged for her to live that way so the pair of them could save face. What kind of an image would a b*****d hybrid child bring to their family, ultimately. Not a good one, that was for sure. “If you’d just list--..”
Yet Khalel’s words were destined to be cut off again. Before she even had a chance to get the words out, Zaleem’s gaze fell upon a new item that Khalel wore around her neck: a slave collar. “What are you wearing?” She had found in one of the chests at the Haven of Pearls. Although it was simple and made of metal, the young woman had taken to it instantly, and put it on without hesitation. Not only would she and Skadravi match, but the collar made her feel closer to her Matori side in a strange way. This is what they wore during their time in Oba, and so she would wear it, too. “How could you wea-…” Now it was her father’s turn to be at a loss for words. The sight of the collar sickened him, as was evident by the sneer that was now plastered on his face. “Take that off this instant!” It wasn’t a suggestion or a request. His words were a demand, and it was clear that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
Her response was short, simple, and to the point. “No, father.” Zaleem couldn’t help but glare, his eyes narrowing into tiny slits and his face morphing into a grimace. “What did you say, girl?” At this point, she was sick of everything. Sick of her father judging her, sick of people telling her what to do, and most importantly: tired of others trying to make her live how they wanted her to. “I’m not taking it off, father,” she went on to say, a hand moving up to gingerly touch at the metal that the collar was made out of. “I like this collar. It’s simple, and it’s pretty, and it connects me back to my Matori heritage.” She then paused to allow him to take in the words that she was saying to him before continuing onward, ”A heritage that you, Faelahn, and almost everyone in this home has tried to stamp out of me from the moment that I was born, but no more. I’m part Matori, father – I always have been, and I always will be.” Her words were definite and her gaze was stern. She was not backing down anymore. “That is why I’m not taking it off.”
The nobleman was livid by this point. What did she say?! Did she really just talk to him like that? From the look in her eyes, however, he could tell that the teenager was serious in her words. She had meant every one of them, and there was no way she was going to take off that horrid thing that was draped around her neck. Khalel couldn’t help but smile now. She had stood her ground, and she was proud of that. Her father, on the other hand, threw his hands up in a fit of rage before stalking over to her. “You will NOT wear that and live in my house,” he exclaimed, his face inches from her own. This was an intimidation tactic – something he was hoping would bring Khalel to heel – no more than that. “Nor will you remain with that low-born scum while in my house. GET OUT.” The last bit was bellowed directly at her, but Khalel didn’t flinch in the slightest. Over the years, she had been afraid of her father and how he treated her, but at this point she was beyond caring. If he wanted her out, then she would happily oblige him.
The hybrid wasted no time after that. If her father wanted her gone, then she needed to grab what few items popped into her head before she left for good. Khalel easily slipped away from her father, who was pacing again and seething with rage, and made her way inside her private living quarters. It was a relief to be back inside, if only briefly. Her home was quiet and calming unlike her father. Zaleem could probably make even the sweetest healer’s blood boil somehow. It was a rare talent that he possessed. As quickly as she could, Khalel made her way up to her room, grabbed a large sack of coins in a chest at the foot of her bed, and made her way back down the stairs again. The sack contained her entire savings that she had managed to set aside for herself, in case a day like this ever came. It would be useful in the days to come, she knew. With her money in hand, Khalel’s focus then turned to her animals. Without hesitation, she scooped up Fajaan and carried him along. The perzi purred as they walked, seemingly unfazed by what was going on around him. Next came Ipo, whom the girl called out to quietly. “C’mon, Ipo. We’re leaving.” Last but not least was her janarim, Shaza, whom she only needed to whistle to. The large mount was at her side without a second thought, and once she was, Khalel hoisted Ipo on to her back and then climbed on with Fajaan.
“You’ll regret this, Khalel,” her father said as she got ready to leave. His words were icy and it was clear that he was no longer bothering to filter himself anymore. “You’re no better than your mother – the slave whore that she was – and you’ll never be as comfortable as you are here.” Now it was Khalel’s turn to yell at someone. “SHUT THE HELL UP!” Her words were sudden and harsh. She could tolerate a lot of things, but having her mother insulted right in front of her was not one of them. “You don’t know anything, father. You’re still stuck in your racist, classist mindset, and that’s all you’re ever going to see.” At this point, she felt kind of bad; not for herself, but for her father. His views would never change. “I don’t need a lavish lifestyle with a pool or tons of money. What I need is to be with someone who loves me for who I am, and who wants me to do what I love. I’ll never get that if I stay here with you.” With that, the prentice said no more, and instead spurred her janarim onward. She also made sure that Ruindego followed along, since she wouldn’t be coming back home anymore. Skadravi would be happy to be reunited with his bushi once again.
As Khalel made her way out of her father’s estate, Zaleem continued to follow along with her. “YOU’LL REGRET THIS, KHALEL. DON’T YOU EVER STEP FOOT NEAR THIS HOME AGAIN. YOU’RE DEAD TO ME, DO YOU HEAR?! DEAD.” But the nobleman’s words fell on deaf ears, for she didn’t turn back once as she rode off into the distance.
Well…this was certainly a fine predicament that she had gotten herself into. Regardless of the fact that she had just been kicked out of her home, Khalel would have left it at some point. She just needed a reason to go, and being with Skadravi was more than good enough in her eyes. Her new life was going to be a difficult one, however. She would no longer have the comforts of a lavish lifestyle. No private pool to swim in or expensive food to eat. It was just as well, honestly. She didn’t need all of that anymore. It was a bit intimidating to go out on her own, but she needed to do it. She didn’t need much. All she wanted was to be with Skadravi and to get out of Oba and head to Matori. The islands would be where she would set up her new life, and she couldn’t wait for that. She needed to get there – or anywhere else, really.
Anything else was better a gilded cage.
(Word Count: 2,117)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 6:07 pm
Finished her class quest!
The final word count is 2,117.
8D
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 11:31 am
Class Quest Result
Pass!
Khalel has passed and received a rank of Collector!
Congratulations Khalel!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
