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 Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 1:33 pm
This Quest is for Keelthy who is striving to become a Rogue.
 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
It had been a while since Keelthy had stepped foot in Oba, or at least had been so close to what he used to call home. It was dance that had brought him back. There was to be a dance exhibition and he was going to enter.
But in the crowd, waiting to get their chance to prove Keelthy was not a part of the family yet again, were his uncles. It would have to wait until he was done performing, but they wouldn't hesitate to try to put him in his place.
Quest Tasks
||. This quest is meant for Keelthy to face his uncles.
||. The quest should begin with Keelthy entering the dance exhibition.
||. After performing he will find his uncles have shown up to ridicule and oust him again.
||. Keelthy will have to stand up for himself in order to rejoin the family. (Non-violently)
||. The quest grade will not be effected by whether the uncles come around or not.
||. The quest should end with a resolution to the confrontation that leads to him being able to stay in Oba if he chooses.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 10:53 pm
Keelthy felt the warm winds of Oba welcome him home, it ran invisible fingers through the tumbled curls which draped themselves down his back, tendrils lifting and dancing on the strong bursts. He tried to soak himself in that feeling, he was one with the spirit of Oba, loved, cherished, welcomed home. The feeling would do him good in the next few hours. His family was attending and would b standingn in judgement. He had entered the moment they reached Oba and sent an invitation to each uncle. He had deliberated sending one to his father but had chosen not too for the sake of strategy, his father would want to fight this for him and Keelthy didn't think that would aid his case a bit. So for himself and for his uncles he would let his father trickle in on his own or not depending on the spread of gossip. He predicted that his uncles would think that his father would be the first to obtain that particular invitation, and thus assumed would neglect to mention it to them altogether, not it would be through the wives, his mother and/or cousins that his father would learn of this event. By that time he would hopefully be dancing already.
Plans made, he had practiced until last night, thus fortified he was ready now to reach out and grasp his destiny. His blades were polished until they glinted even in the faintest light, he had been washed and scrubbed. Decorative war paint adorned his face and his right arm a bright white contrasting with the smooth darkness of his skin. He looked ready, he felt ready, now it was time to do it, finally.
The announcer called his name and Keelthy stepped out to the beat of a deep voiced drum, designed to reverberate the rib cage, a useful tool to a dancer deaf to all but the song itself and their own beating heart. All inhibitions fell away as he flowed into the beginning motions of the dance, smooth, sensual, calm, a corporeal illustration of a typical male readying for the day and leaving his home. For this portion outside the house Keelthy aded longer leaps and increased his stride to the quickening drum a depiction of travel, lulling the audience, then partway through a bar of drumsong all things ceased; music, movement, touch, all except the heaving chest obvious in his crouched position, slowly he turned his head as if trying to spot something making a sound to his right. In an instant his empty hands were filled with flashing blades as he stood and turned in a powerful move.
Everything he did here today under scorching sun and hot sand was not for the judges benefit but for the select few family members in the crowd. They were what mattered here today, the rest, spectators, judges, everyone else, were simply immaterial. He threw everything he had into it, making it as real as possible with an invisible four legged predator supposedly after him.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 11:05 pm
He circled the beast physically and in his imagination he saw the wind rustle the fur on the radaku's back, blue spots drawing the eyes away from the really important real eyes supraposition over the long canines and carnassials, red tongue lolling with the beasts heat induced panting. The radaku struck and Keelthy succeded in his first dodge, his body moving fluidly in a move warriors would recognize. Keelthy had practiced with his brother after all, and Reil was shaping up to be a fine swordsman. Keelthy took care to ensure that each feat of bodily strength had as few errors as possible, this mattered in dance as well as to combat, hopefully making his artistry here applicable to his life as part of his guardian family at least in his uncle's eyes.
The second strike was supposed to have hit and required him to fall. It was hard to fall on cue and he had practiced over and over, he had the bruises on his backside as proof, but it went well now when it mattered even if it did smart a bit.
Now was the full on fight sequence; grappling, twisting and rolling. He stood at the end covered in sand and lept into the show of arms from a standing position, dancing intricate rounds, knives piercing the thick air like butter. No doubt if his radaku opponant had been real both parties would be bleeding. Pain now shot through the bicept of each arm, a cadence held by the quad muscles of his legs, a most tiring harmony to be sure. He could no longer hear the drum, nor the cries of the crowd, sweat poured into his eyes and he stole only quick glanced through the burning sand and salt to make sure his orientation was still proper. Soon, it would be over, for good or for worse.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 11:15 pm
He killed the imaginary radaku, driving a knife point with fierce ceremony into the sand, leaving it there to dance with the departing spirit in varying time paces. Fast, slow, fast again. Celebrating the rise of a fellow warrior to the sky and taking upon himself the respect and honors due the survivor to the delight of most of the crowd, which he still could not hear. At the close he retrieved his blade and bowed deeply to the audience, idly wondereng why he didn't fall over. After his recognition during which he made sure not to look too closely at the crowd least he espy an uncle before it was time to do so.
He couldn't prevent his eyes form landing upon the muscled form of his father, standing on the grounds near the stands in an entryway. The ties of his jerkin were stretched firm over the broad chest, the thick beard covered the lower half of his face, bristling with vigor, the dark beard contrasting greatly with the piercing pink eyes.
The man stood proudly legs braced apart as if the earth would try any moment to buck him off. The sight sent an arrow of pain to pierce Keelthy's heart, doubling its speed and sending his stomach through his feet, he turned to walk off, thousands of eyes upon him but he could only feel one pair.
He went to the holding place again to await the judges decree, two more dancers performed after him and he was grateful that this area was sealed off from the general populace.
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2015 11:25 pm
The security let him recover both physically and mentally from the jarring sight, that had rattled him rather harder than he had thought it would. Of course he had been gone an awfully long time and in the way of emotions it took only seconds to rip any scabs off old wounds and have them bleed afresh. Ah well, it was inevitable, coming back here, and facing them that he would not suffer some sort of turmoil.
By the time the announcer called all the performers to the sands again, Keelthy had regained his composure and strode out with his back straight and his eyes forward. The results were announced, comments were given, both positive and negative but fair summaries of the performances. For his non-traditional style Keelthy was placed third, commended for his physical presence and how it was communicated through the dance, but docked because it wasn't following what had always been done, a cruel irony that. That was not to say it would not become popular in time, they reassured him, it was just not their preference.
First and second place went to two very talented ladies and Keelthy congratulated each as he moved off to meet with his family and his fate.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 2:15 pm
His steps fell heavily on the ground, feet so light now like lead and not because he was tires. He saw them there all standing together, alike to a man with some minute differences in facial shape and in the shade of eye and hair. Similar like Reillan and he were similiar, except that Reill cared enough about him to never displace his offspring based on their career choices. His father stood to the side, the youngest of the four and still serving the nobles as a guard thus deserving more respect than the others. His eyes were what Keelthy focused on, they drew him closer, A more intense gaze he had never felt, not even during his extractement. "Keelthy," His father said. The boy felt it like a blow and did his best to keep up the walls in his mind built up over his absence from Oba and hardened during his dance routine. He hadn't thought they would be so flimsy. "Father, Uncles."
"Keelthy, still dancing I see, still a disgrace." said the uncle just before father in age.
"You couldn't have just chosen the sword to begin with? Saved yourself all the trouble. Been more like your brother...where is he?" the oldest uncle chimed in.
Keelthy watched his father's face get redder and redder in the morning sun. But he held his tongue for the moment letting them say their peace, presumably to get rid of the poison that had built up in the uncles over time at having a dancer as a nephew.
Keelthy ignored the question, they didn't deserve to know where Reillan was, didn't deserve to engender that feeling of jealousy within Keelthy, Reillan didn't deserve it from him or anyone else he had always supported Keel.
He eyes his uncles with eyes like burning rubies. "I do not ask to rejoin, I demand it." The words hissed past white teeth, smooth but savage. Only now did he notice that his voice had deepened over the time he had been gone, it now had a distinct rumble to it. He would show no weakness, give them no further edge to use against him. Unfortunately they already had one.
"Aye still dancing around," the middle uncle said, the words missing the bite form that day long in the past. "But today you at least have shown that were you faced with a threat you could potentially defend yourself. Even if you did have to dance while doing it." His uncles face was white as if shocked he had said the words.
His father walked over to stand on the uncle's foot that was closest to him in age and snarled in his face. "I am proud of MY boy, I was absent when he left, had I been there things would have gone differently." His father had had his own reservations about his son, but he had Reill to carry on traditions and the loss of his boy had made any stupid notions of his quite hit a brick wall and dissipate. He had been decestated at the news of Keelthy at the end of his shift and had since made his older brother's lives quite miserable. Now his son had returned and shoved his skills right up their noses as it should be.
"Father, step back." Keelthy eyed each uncle. He glared at them until each uncle had said "Yes, you can rejoin the family." Keel held onto his calm and steely outlook." Father a word." He turned and marched off, his father following.
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 2:24 pm
"Keelthy I'm sorry for not being there, for being brainwashed by them, I wouldn't have ever ousted you for dancing. You are my son and I love you. They took you away from me and I am right proud of how brave you were to come back and face them, but know that you were always mine, my son, my family."
Out of sight of the others Keelthy hugged his father. He should have listened to Reill who was always staunchly defensive of father. "I love you too Da."
His father had been devastated to hear about the debaucle after a shift at work and had not made it to the scene in time to prevent his sons from leaving Oba.
They went home that night and Keelthy was reunited with his mother, the celebration in their particular home went well into the night. Keelthy was home and he let that knowledge slowly sink into his bones.
The next day his father came into his room with a new diadem. "I hope you don't mind I found the blue beads in your bag." His father placed the symbol of their family on Keelthy's brow where it beloned and tucked the ends under his hair to be tied in the back. "And off your anklet of course, I recognized the original stone from your old diadem."
Keelthy was shocked at his father's consideration and skill for details. It felt so good to again have that familiar weight on his forehead with his own twist on it and the blue beads Bhima had given him all the way back in Jauhar, where he had started his new life.
Word Count: 2152
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2015 2:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2015 11:00 am
Class Quest Result
Pass!
Keelthy has passed and received a rank of Rogue!
Congratulations Keelthy!
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