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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 8:45 am
This Quest is for Irrohnaghal 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
While in Oba, Irrohnaghal has heard about a rare flower, one that blooms only after it has been picked and transplanted into a cup of water. The flower was said to have great medicinal value... and is also desired by the rich and wealthy women of Oba for its presumed beauty enhancing abilities! But it would seem like she wasn't the only one to hear about the flower.
The flower is a mystery, but there is a poem that seems to lead the way to it if a person is clever enough:
"Go by air or water not by land.
The great roar hides it well
Seek it under the lesser light for great fire will kill you.
South of east you must go
till you reach the fangs that eat the light within the dark.
Beware the scaled fangs that bare the way
and the feathered scales that nest below it."
[OOC:
Water or air: it's on a cliff!
Great roar: hidden in a cave halfway down the great waterfall along the cliff border of Tale/Matori
Lesser fire: MOON! Under the moonlight a stone gleams within the cave giving it away.
Great fire will kill: while the sun is up the fellow hunters can spot you!
South of east: go southeast to the border
Scaled fangs: snaptrotters like this area a lot!
Feathered scales: Sirenn and Piplit nests are in the pool beneath the waterfall. They are breeding and not very happy if you get too close!]
Quest Tasks
||. The quest should start with Irrohnaghal hearing about the flower and the poem that comes with the mystery.
||. She must figure out the poem by herself! No one will tell her the meanings.
||. After figuring where it is, she must get to it!
||. There are other hunters who are already there, in addition to the local fuana that will try to eat her or at least keep her away. The other hunters will not be very willing to help... unless she makes a very good offer and convinces them! (a good reason is required, a poor reason may effect the grading of your quest!)
||. If she gets it (success or failure will not determine the quest grade) what will she do with it? There are thieves who will try to steal it for its value, people who will buy it for a huge price, or herbalists who can make something from it... (it will be a health potion and can make a very good sweet smelling lotion.. but it will not heal her skin patches)
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:04 pm
On a fine day in Oba, while the sun shone brightly upon the inhabitants of the city a fascinating tale was being told by an old woman bedecked in bangles. Around her she had a bevy of interested young people; the young Miss Irrohnaghal was included attracted by the lively sparkle in the elderly woman eye, hinting at a spirit that was still young and vibrant in a slowly fading body.
The story was actually a poem about a revered flower with phenomenal properties useful to many and very desirable because of this; its rarity just added to the passionate curiosity and covetous tendency surrounding the mysterious botanical wonder. The woman had explained that this particular flower could only bloom once it was moved to a cup of water. Thus making its cure for some diseases and ailments quite dependant on human interference, it was also said that the flower was able to greatly enhance the beauty of whoever was blessed by its topical application. It was hard for Irro to believe that a single flower could at once be a medical miracle as well as a revolutionary beauty enhancement drug, while there were many plants which seemed to have no good use at all for anything. Still she could feel the tale of the green wonder wrapping her mind in the classic spell of mystery and desire that was the start of every treasure hunting episode for her. She wasn’t particularly interested in the study of botany but a flower had to be much easier than her previous engagement in the acquisition arts. So she took down notes while the woman talked and talked, taking particular care to accurately record the poem that bespoke about the flowers whereabouts.
It wasn’t until after the poem and story was complete that she looked down at her records and frowned. Air or water? What was she supposed to do fly there? Perplexed she tried to ask the storyteller for more details but only got a huge playful wink for her efforts. Looked like she wasn’t going to get any further information from that particular source; dried up like a prune in more ways than one she thought uncharitably. She had lost much of her optimism in the previous months she blamed her job and the heat. She missed the cool breezes which would occasionally whisk through Tale here she had to create her own and at all times hand-made or blustering from nature the wind was hot, always hot.
Further poking about the town square brought no further information about her mystery plant, if people knew anything and she was sure some did based off of their shifty arrogant body language they were not sharing it with her. Fine, she would go look for the darn thing herself. Quite covered in creams and cloth she wandered into the desert, looking for likely oasis from a map that a flower might be able to survive in. All of the ones close by could be reaching by land, including one covered in prickly thorn bushes which she endeavored to search anyway before coming to the conclusion that if she could get through it the very feat negated the chance that the flower was back in that mess anyway.
Eventually her meandering path brought her to the border with Matori which while exciting for that fact alone, was doubly more so due to the presence of some familiar faces ranged about. It looked like there were others from the meeting that had reached the conclusion that this was the only place in Oba which remotely matched the fly or swim description of the poem, not that the water bordering the jagged cliffside looked hospitable in the least some Obans were still trying to avoid the crotchety inhabitants with large intimidating teeth.
Irro sat on her butt and watched from her knoll overlook. How was she ever going to get up there? So many people stood between her and the cliffs where presumably the flower lay hidden. Troupe were scouring the grounds and edging around the large predators as it was, they would get there before her but they seemed to hesitate before the many obstacles before them and were instead seeking alternate search routes in the area. The flower would be on the cliff, otherwise the air or water clause would become null. She slunk closer, it wouldn’t do to go without help, but who could she ask that would actually help her? She was a leafling and on the border of Matori and Oba of all places. She gulped and started a meticulous study of her fellow hunters. A few other leaflings and shifters, many obans and one or two matorians were ranged about. It would be best to find someone on their own...a male someone because they would not be looking to use the plant for beauty but perhaps for money or its healing properties. If it were money they were after she wouldn’t be able to sway them...the plant was pretty much priceless in her line of thinking, mythical cures were somewhat hard to come by. Irro decided to investigate the singles in the swarm one by one, maybe by eavesdropping and a little deductive reasoning she could chose her target better.
As she moved she stepped over large splayed footprints, some that she had never seen before but from the jewel colored backs floating in the water, eyes and nostrils above the divide between air and water she could accurately guess who the large traces belonged too. She shuddered slightly, personally a perzi would be much nicer then ...that for a pet...less likely to eat their companion, besides these were wild critters and thus more prone to ferocious tendancies. She watched as a pair of shifters got too close, one was bitten for his troubles and Irro watched in horror until the snaptrotter obviously more defensive then hungry let the male go. He got away with some deep puncture marks for his trouble but the injuries would heal fine if she was any judge, pity she could have scooped his partner to go after the flower in order to heal him. She wasn’t after the flower for herself, just the glory of finding something precious that could be shared to help others who needed it far more than she did.
Finally she settled on an older scared Oban who looked like he had seen better days but still retained the muscles to get things accomplished, a brute physical strength that she lacked. He was past his prime gray starting to adorn his hair and lines of desperation ringed his mouth. Yet he was healthy enough to pursue the flower. She draped some fabric over her face showing her eyes and hair only before stepping out and asking.
“Who do you seek the flower for?” Maybe if she approached him this way she could get answers before she had to explain her own visage.
Word Count: 1162
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:15 pm
“I’ll not speak to someone who does not show her face to me, I’m not that naive.” The man grunted at her, suspicion coloring his face.
Ah one of those was he, very well, so much for her secrecy. She bared her face and he recoiled slightly, “I see, so you will be looking to heal from the flower will you? Well so am I but not for me. My wife is very ill and if I cannot find this infernal flower she will die, with or without me.”
“I do not seek the flower for myself, I was born this way and those who care for me accept it, I accept it. It is not a disease just a pigment malfunction. I seek the flower for the satisfaction of finding a fabled item, one that can help others, not because I want more beauty.”
He raised an eyebrow at her then snorted. “Come sit, I need the flower and all you want is to be known along with me for finding it? Thats it? No other part?”
“Nope, I’m a treasure seeker and my career has been quite dismal.” Besides finding Qora, but did he really count?
“Very well then I guess I have no other choice but to trust you, for in a few days, I will have no need of the flower. Time is more valuable then gold or glory.”
“We will have to move once dusk cloaks the land, otherwise they will see us if we happen to find a route, it is of course in the cave. The moon will be out if it stays clear we will be able to see but not everyone will be able to see us.”
“Yes as long as we don’t walk right into another party we should be able to make it..once we get past the creatures that guard it. Do the snaptrotters sleep at night?”
“I don’t know,” Irrohna answered, “I’m not that familiar with them.”
Word Count: 329
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:32 pm
“I guess we will find out.”
As darkness set in they made their break for it, water cup in hand and in pack sack they scaled the cliffs narrowly avoiding the grouchy snaptrotters and birds below. There was no cave opening. A faint glow behind the waterfall caught Irro’s eye as she and her companion Dren clung to the Cliffside.
“Dren,” she gasped her arms felt like spaghetti. “I see a glow there is something behind the waterfall.
“Well go get it then, I can’t hang here all night no more then you can.”
Irro sidled forward almost slipping more than once. She found her way into the cave to the light of bright fungi and glow worms. “The teeth that eat the light in the dark.” She whispered. “Dren we found it, hurry!”
He had the water container and the cup. The flower would do for a little bit out of the ground like most flowers could but not for very long.
Dren entered and they searched the cave. Irro almost stepped on the plant when she finally found it. “Here it is Dren! We found it, in bud like its supposed to be, but not blooming, this is the only flower in here so this must be the plant!” She bounced up and down as Dren plucked the flower and wrappted it in soft fabric then a hard leather casing. They would put it in the cup once they were back down.
The break had given Irro time to stop shaking from their climb up now she lead the way out with Dren close behind. They managed not to fall on the predators or birds below.
They put the flower in the cup and made haste in the dark to return to the city where his wife was. True to her word Irro only made sure that her name was on the pamphlet of news that detailed the discovery of the healing flower, she released all the claim on the flower itself besides a sketch of the bloom as a momento. It was rather beautiful when it did bloom for them in its little cup so slow but well worth the wait. Dren then made the potion himself and used it to heal his ailing wife. He had not trusted the healers with something so precious. Irro helped to make sure he got the recipe right and then stayed just long enough to ensure that the woman had started to recover. With Dren’s thanks she returned to her home satisfied that she had done the right thing and had gotten some notoriety and self esteem from the whole complicated endeavor. Maybe she should take up poetry ..maybe not. But she wasn’t sad that it wouldn’t be the thing to change her coloring. It was meant for greater things and sometimes she even liked her coloring it certainly hadn’t stopped her from pursuing her dreams and those who were important to her didn’t mind it either. It was rare and could be beautiful especially in the right light.
Word Count: 509
Final Word Count: 2000 on the dot.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 7:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 12:49 pm
Class Quest Result
Pass!
Irrohnaghal has passed and received a rank of Collector!
Congratulations Irrohnaghal!
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