- It seems as if the villagers now want you to collect some eggs. Some untainted, un-miasma fused precious wyvern eggs from an exotic wyvern couple that sadly passed away. You must scale a very high mountain in order to get these eggs.
- Your character is dropped off at the base of the mountain. The goal is to climb the mountain and get the egg. To scale the mountain, you must write a jaunty 250 word post of your character scaling the mountain. You can do this as you please, there are plenty of angry nesting minipets, boulders, and possibly giant serpents blocking your way. As you reach the top, obtain the egg, and you are ready to begin your descent.
- Every single creature possible, especially rolling sand lobsters, will try to destroy your egg. Roll 1d4 four times and match your dice roll to the prompt below to reach the bottom of the mountain. Yes, repeats do happen if you roll a repeat. Your egg has 10 HP. If you make it down without the egg reaching 0 HP (breaking) you made it!
1) A sand lobster rolls right into your egg and nearly breaks it! -2 HP 2) Strange velociraptor minipets are hungrily staring at your egg. They try to attack it! -1 HP 3) A giant snake smacks you with its giant tail. Ouch! -3 HP 4) Nothing happens. You were lucky!
gaia_star If you successfully get an egg to safety, you get herbivore egg. It is considered a quest item. Add it to your quest item list
Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 11:01 pm
When Dirge would finally reach the base of the mountain, he would find that the horsewoman had been waiting for him as expected. Gzifa would hand him a leg of a cook pheasant, stating very clearly that she wasn't sorry at all, baka telling him that she had gotten so bored of waiting that she had time to wander around for some food. A small fire was burning, where a few more birds were roasting.
“The villagers said something about eggs,” she declared suddenly, looking over to the boil with an expectant expression. “Sounds tasty,” she mumbled, ripping off the meat from the leg and chewing in contemplation. She had finished her portion of the meal, but the fire was still burning, and so was her hunger.
She pointed to the top of the mountain, looking over at the boil. “I'm gonna get some, wanna come?” Stretching her arms, back and legs, the horsewoman spread her wings and took a few flaps to get into the air. Staring down at Dirge, she wondered if the boil could be arsed to play along with her. It had gotten quite lonely without someone to bother, as she had found out while she was waiting. “Or...” she drawled, narrowing her eyes, “You could just wait here for me to feed you like a little scareling.”
Hoping that it was enough of a provocation for him to follow, she beat her wings and swooped up into the air, rising along the mountain edge. She would admit to it being a little tiring on her wings, having not flown to such great heights in a while. Ah, but it certainly beat climbing, she thought as she watched the scene below, dangling her feet from where she sat on her perch.
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Character Name:Gzifa Faction: war horseman Appearance: smol birb Miasma meter 0 Items obtained: Any EVENT ITEMS obtained. They can only be obtained in GM ORPS OR QUEST PROMPTS and are
specifically called event items. Just list them here and a link to where obtained. (Ie:
When Dirge finally met Gzifa after a very long and relaxing nap while he rode upon his personal cloud, he was much more cheerful than the first time she'd assaulted him. After all, he'd gotten his sleep - more than he needed, truthfully. But he was a kitten, and kittens slept the day away.
When food was offered, Dirge grasped at it with hungry paws and wide eyes. Of course, he didn't need to eat, but Jack did he love to. Food was the best thing since Scario Kart, or Cull of Duty. Hell, maybe even better than COD. The Kasha munched on the pheasant leg quickly, slurping down bone and all, then looked at Gzifa with a wary gratitude.
"Uh, thanks." The boil murmured, giving Gzifa a few sniffs before unhunching his back, standing at a full 5'4". "Um? I don't think we're supposed to eat the eggs, ma'am. I think they'd be upset by that?" Because, from the look of these villagers, making omelettes out of eggs from very tall mountain peeks. Impracticality did not seem their strong suit.
Gzifa was off, though, and Dirge had to follow. Such was the Demon way - his word was law, a binding contract. There was no mark made, but it was simply etiquette. And even if he was a slob and a bit of a slow klutz, Dirge had daemon etiquette hammered into his head from a very young age.
And so he climbed, glaring and yelping at whatever minipets looked at him threateningly or skittered by his grip on the rocks. He nearly fell once or twice, especially when a rolly polly lobster threatened to send him careening, but he got to the top, finally.
He was hyperventilating, wide eyed, and sweating like no tomorrow. "Oh Jack, I never thought I'd exercise that much...ever."
“Young one, you need some exercise,” she smiled at him mockingly. Except that those words coming from someone who actually has a child-like appearance were probably not going to be very effective.
“Eh,” she spun the egg in her hand, looking at it with scant contemplation, “Maybe they'll hatch into something tastier.” The horsewoman then proceeded to hold the egg up next to her ear, squinting her eyes as she tried to discern if there was something in there that was worth eating. Giving it a good shake or two, the horsewoman lost interest and simply shrugged, gesturing to the boil to pick up the other egg in the nest.
“You're not going to have a problem climbing down again are you?” she leaned into Dirge's face playfully, before taking a backflip and disappearing over the edge of the cliff. If he would peer down, he would see that she was completely fine and hopping down the rugged mountain with speed.
“Hey hey, be quick now, don't wanna start another fire from scratch when the sun sets,” she called out, looking back at Dirge in a particularly inopportune moment that sent her colliding with a small velociraptor. “Argh,” she snarled at the thing, kicking it away so that it landed on something bigger...
...And the tail of a giant snake came swinging back at her in retaliation.
Tumbling down the slope, the horsewoman cursed and raised her fist threateningly at the snake (as threateningly as a child having a temper would look), and she would not be able to avoid the sand lobster that came tumbling down towards her (probably a provocation by the serpent).
“Just because you're so big!” she shouted back. “I hope this is your egg I'm eating,” she yelled as she hopped down the remainder of the mountain.
Now she was going to be hunting for all the eggs, just so she could spite the snake that bullied her.
