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mundane_realms2020-10-11 08:37 am
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Bardsong's First Test-Drive Meme!
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It all began when you fell from the skies above, wreathed in flame. When you landed, you learned that you weren't alone: So many others, each from worlds entirely different from yours, have found themselves in his predicament, and know about as much as you do! The locals greet you with a cautious friendliness, welcoming you to the town of Concord. They tell you that the world was broken apart mysteriously not long ago, and are trying to devise ways to step far beyond the town borders to find where the rest of the globe went, get to the bottom of things.
But your arrival is nothing short of a blessing. Perhaps you, the Starfallen, are the answer to their prayers. They explain how live presently works in Concord, they give you that tour of their guilds, and even give you a place to stay at Concord Crossing, where you're randomly assigned roommates. You hope your roommates are amicable...
In the days following, after shaking off the shock of your current situation, you find yourself beginning to integrate into Concord life. But while you await word from the local researchers among the many guilds dotted through town, each looking for new members to bestow their teachings, you need to fill your pockets with precious, precious sol. You'd also heard that there was to be a celebration very soon, and everyone is invited. A little partying never hurt anyone, right? Besides, free food!
Now, where to begin...?
I. More Than This Provincial Life
Concord, the large city that it is, hosts many opportunities for work. Between the multiple quarters and their specialties, just about anyone can find a job. With the isolation from the rest of the world, employers eagerly welcome the Starfallen with part time or temporary work (Apparently, all full time positions are taken and employers conspicuously nudge people out the door if they spend too much time on the clock) to coincide with the life of an adventurer. For those who wish for something to do and a source of income outside of quests, there's always an honest day's wage to be made! With the exception of a few tasks the South Quarter may have to offer, but those aren't the kind of jobs spoken of too loudly.
I-A. Magicka Cleanup Detail
The Concord Magic Academy, between bright-eyed students trying their best and young nobles whose admission was paid in cash, sees quite a few accidents in its halls. Alchemy experiments, wayward fireballs, testing theories given by their Occultist friends, anything can come up and make a mess of a lab or a classroom. As such, the academy welcomes the brave and the patient to the field of custodial engineering, especially those with strong stomachs and combat experience. It wouldn't be the first time stains fight back or gravity ceased to be, so on top of keeping to their own personal hygiene standards, employees are expected to be thorough in their cleaning and expect the unexpected.
I-B. Amazing Paperboy Deliveries
The Concord Truthogram is dedicated to bringing the truth right to the doors of paying customers as soon as the next issue is ready. They're looking for delivery workers and runners equally dedicated to I bringing the truth to subscribers! Runners will need to deliver newspapers all across Concord before dawn breaks. Subscribers are all throughout the city, so runners are encouraged to find an optimal route and coordinate with their co-workers to bring the truth the world in a timely and orderly manner! This job favors the agile, as early Concord mornings are filled with people bustling through the streets and occasional hazards to trip up the distracted runner. Try not to make too many mistakes, as unsatisfied customers will unsubscribe and deny themselves the gift of the Concord Truthogram. Watch out for stray dogs and the occasional grim reaper.
II. O Valley Of Plenty, Whoa-oh-oh!
Working at a coffee shop or helping to organize a wizard's dusty study isn't for everyone, and the people of Concord understand. Every world runs on some currency, and here, it's known as the 'sol'. For those looking to do a 'dirtier' work, the citizenry helpfully direct the Starfallen to the Men-At-Arms Guild, your source of monster-busting work!
Lit by the glow of lanterns, the following work is looking for takers, posted on a large board outside the guild:
II-A. Rabites!
"We need someone to handle the Rabite problem! A couple that chooses not to be named found a pair and decided to raise them as pets, but they have since bred out of control into feral, very bitey colonies. They may look cute and cuddly, but you may need to bring a friend to be on the safe side."
Reward: 50 sol per pelt
II-B. Bumps in the Night!
"We need graveyard shift relief for the town guard posted along the outskirts of Concord. Lately, the guards have been reporting strange noises through the night, and have seen an influx of ghoul sightings coming down from the nearby hills. Take care care not to get bitten; it won't make you like them, but it will make you sluggish and leave you as easy prey."
Reward: 800 sol a night + 100 sol per head
III. Like One of Those Music Videos
While typically only those following the paths of their departed founders and enduring Masters of the Manor are granted entry to the Glistering Estate, the Guild of Steel and Lace nonetheless occasionally open the gates to outsiders. Oftentimes, this is simply to showcase a performance at the theatre, or to offer a chance for newcomers to join their ranks; today, however, is a special occasion: the anniversary of the Estate's groundbreaking. For the evening, the entire Estate grounds have been made available to the residents of Concord, and an exquisite buffet has been prepared for all who would raise a glass to their Founders. Many who come may be tempted by the lavish wealth on display, but aspiring thieves and troublemakers must be warned: Behind the gold and silk lies a house packed to the brim with the likes of veteran Paladins and entrapping illusionists.
III-A. Black Tie...?
Before one is permitted entry to the Estate proper, they must be willing to show a modicum of due deference and wear the proper attire. For an open-door event such as this, simple and tasteful formalwear will suffice; a collared dress shirt or modest blouse, at the very least. Fortunately for those who cannot afford- or, as is sometimes the case, simply forgot- such fineries, the Guild of Steel and Lace happily provides attire of the sort worn by their own members on the estate grounds, and their stocks accommodates all shapes and sizes. Unfortunately, their standard attire inevitably takes the form of service attire such as maid outfits and butler uniforms. They have even provided booths to change in private, so please, don't make a scene.
III-B. Upper, Upper Class High Society!
Once inside, the guests have freedom to enjoy the manor's full facilities; the Guild of Steel and Lace have spared no expense in setting up food options from their in-house chefs ranging from terrestrial crab legs and tropical fruits to... erm... unfamiliar flora or fauna that are unidentifiable, but thoroughly delicious. At least, to the locals who have already acquired the taste. Additionally, The theatre is hosting an ongoing series of performances from the Guild's bards, though they're not above letting the Starfallen have their turns at the microphone. Nonetheless, from ballroom to gardens to bathhouse, the entire estate is open to visitors, so why not have a look around...?
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[Meroon doesn't care where the direction comes from, so long as she's able to act. It's something that's been ingrained in all Tritons from birth. 'Must help'. 'Must serve'.
She has a different perception of the word 'sacrifice' than her companion, it seems.]
Silly superstitions, yes, that should be quelled. But if a sacrifice is truly needed to save these people... there are worse things to die for.
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[She shrugged.]
Sacrifices would be a tad ironic, so we call it more than a little taboo.
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[So maybe if it comes to it, Meroon can be the one to sacrifice herself.]
But hopefully here, we will find another way.
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[She curtsied.]
But for now, thirsty people await. Perhaps when the party quiets down, we can have ourselves our own little party...?
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[She looks at her tray, now short a few glasses.]
I am not actually a servant here. They just assumed, because of the outfit I was given.
[Unless she entered an unknowing contract by accepting the maid uniform? As far as she knows, she could just leave now.]
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Do give me a little wink if you need me to top off your glass. I need not ask someone like you not to be shy...
[She wiggled her fingers, silently urging her to relinquish the tray. If she wasn't a steward, no problem! She could handle it.]
Oh, and do have a nibble on the shellfish. I'm dying to know what a real connoisseur might say about the preparation.
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Wait, real shellfish? From an ocean?
[She has been living on Barovian turnips and the sad little fishes that managed to survive in those muddy ponds and streams. She might just weep for a true plate of shrimp or a fresh crab.]
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But the rivers bear some impressively large prawns- it was interesting to make cocktails with them!
Wait here, I'll bring you one. Or three.
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Meroon is accustomed to loss by now, but the sheer, staggering depth of that loss weighs heavily on her. She grabs another brandy for herself.]
...thank you.
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Regardless, Madhuri returned with a new tray, but atop it were three serving glasses, each containing an aromatic, savory red sauce and garnished with a slice of lemon. Dressed along the rims were cuts from a rather large prawn, arranged for dipping and consuming individually. The tender flesh bore little aroma, only that of lake water. It was likely the critters were swimming at home just hours before.]
Here we are~ I'm terribly proud of the sauce, but I won't be offended if you don't try it.
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Sauces are not a part of Triton cuisine, by nature that liquids are quite difficult to manage underwater. But she's lived above the surface long enough to know that airbreathers are quite fond of them.
She takes a piece and dips it lightly into the sauce before bringing it to her lips.]
Good. Flavorful, but not overwhelming the prawn. It is well done.
[Good enough for Meroon to dip a second piece as well, rather than eschewing and eating the shellfish plain.]
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I do appreciate the input. It isn't often I get to prepare anything aside from the occasional fist; my travels don't often take me to any coasts.
Ah, but there's so much that can be done with it! Grilling it, smoking it, fresh cuts over seasoned rice and pickled vegetables...
Well, regardless. I hope this scratches an itch a little. Should the sea somehow drift into being, I'm certain you'll be the first to dip your toes?
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Thank you, this was a taste of home. [It was good, and she will have to try more of the surface-cooked fish in the future.]
And yes, I am not fast, but I doubt anyone could beat me in that particular race.