_________MYSTERIOUS WRECKAGE
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Mysterious Wreckage
Prompt 2
Prompt 2
Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7
Rumors are spreading of a traveler who has entered the area. Apparently, this traveler has a strange item they claim comes from a different time. It's hard to believe what people are saying, and the only way to really know what is going on is if you see it with your own eyes. So, you make it a point to travel to where the traveler was last sighted, and as you approach you notice a crowd. The traveler is holding up an object, high above their head, and shouting across the crowd. Some approach to get a closer look, some appear fearful, but everyone can agree...this is something no one has ever seen before.
What exactly is the traveler showing off? Roll 1d6 to determine what strange item has been found using the guide below:
Rolled 1-2
The traveler pulls out a strange piece of metal, warped a bit on the edges and covered with an unknown language. It looked similar to what you've read, and you think you can make out words, but overall it doesn't make much sense.
Rolled 3-4
The traveler pulls out a strange piece of metal, wound around and almost bouncy in nature. It seems a bit sharp on the edges, but in general it looks like it could possibly be some sort of jewelry piece, if it was smaller.
Rolled 5-6
The traveler pulls two strange pieces of metal, which don't seem to go together outside of their color. One is covered in a language that sort of looks familiar, but isn't fully legible. The other is a winding spiral, which is too big to wrap comfortably around a wrist.
Make sure to respond with your reaction to these items. What do you think they could be?
Well, hell. Sulburi sure was a big city. And he’d thought that Neued was a lively place!
Ouen had grown up half-wild in the trees. It wouldn’t have been a stretch for anyone to believe that he felt entirely out of place here -- and that was exactly the truth. People swarmed around him; people were everywhere, moving just like the current of a river, or bugs on the forest floor. Everyone everywhere seemed to be shouting. When he looked at each person individually it was clear that they weren’t shouting at all (except perhaps the ones who were attending stalls by the side of the road), but somehow the sound of all their chatter and movement coalesced into a genuine crescendo. Tall buildings stretched up overhead, built not on top of trees but over other buildings. There were streets of all sizes, from huge thoroughfares to alleys just narrow enough for two pass each other.
Hell of a place! Was this where Kalli had come from? It was something to think about, how quickly she had adapted to life out in the borderlands. He couldn’t even imagine her in a place like this. If he thought about her (and he thought about her from time to time, sure), he imagined her among the trees in Jauhar, her warm brown skin and amber jewels contrasting with the phosphorescent glow. Here, she’d just get lost in the fray! Like he already was, no doubt.
The flow of people had brought him to a marketplace. It was not a market day, and many of the stalls were either shuttered or empty. The ones that were still open sold relatively unexciting goods -- daily things like bread and simple clothing, nothing that made good shopping. This didn’t dissapoint Ouen much, because he wasn’t one for shopping anyway. For all of his looting and pillaging at Talin’s side, he’d never done much to hoard riches, and for the last little while he’d been living off the land more than depending on his wallet. There were a few coins rattling in there, sure, and he wasn’t sure what he was saving them for, but he figured on keeping them around until he had no choice about it.
In any case, the excitement in the marketplace today was not a shopping event. He thought it was, at first -- a crowd of people had gathered around an odd-looking stranger, who was holding aloft something shiny.
The closer he got, however, the more apparent it became that this was not a salesman. This was some sort of… well, Ouen hated to be rude, but he sure did sound like a crazy fellow! The man shouted wildly about having discovered ‘ancient artifacts’ from a ‘different time’, beseeching that his audience believe him by brandishing aloft some metal thing as ‘evidence.’
Those in the crowd stared at him uncertainly. Some backed away, and no one dared step in for a closer look.
Ouen, however, had met all sorts of odd folks, and wasn’t particularly bothered by this one.
“Whass that thinger you got?” He quirked an eyebrow, breaking out of the ring of spectacle-watchers and stepping towards the stranger in the middle. The man shoved the metal piece almost into his face, making the shifter flinch. He stayed put, though, and did what he could to study the thing (hard, for the stranger’s hands were trembling with excitement).
It was… well, it was what he’d thought it to be at first, some sort of metal panel. It didn’t have any clear use that he could think of -- much too small and hardly angled right to be a weapon, and shaped nothing like armour. At first he thought it was lacking any ornamentation, but this closer look revealed lines of text. Ouen had never been much of a reader, but he could usually make out a word or two -- except now couldn’t quite make any sense of it. He might have figured on it being foreign, but it didn’t look too unfamiliar, this writing. A different dialect, maybe? He wanted to ask one of these rubber-neckers to take a look at it and see if they could figure it out, but if anything they had moved even further away.
“Well, uh, that’s real nice, mister. But you’s scarin’ the folks here, yellin’ like that, with no good proof about whatcha sayin’ ‘cept your say-so. Why, you could’a bought them things down the street, or got some craftsman to make them for ya special. Ain’t nobody got no reason to believe you, sodon’t go thinkin’ you convinced us you was some kinda miracle-worker.”
The man seemed almost amused at his words, but he put down his hand and the metal piece. He took another glance over at the crowd, then turned on his heel and walked away.
Odd fellow. But maybe that was normal in the city?
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