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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...?
II-B
[Two night shifts, one after the other, in the course of one day... and he was pretty sure that those guys at the Truthogram stiffed him of some of his pay, too. He barely had the time to get his three square meals in, let alone the money to pay for it...
--speaking of which, wasn't that rolled-up bundle in Madhuri's hand the same newspaper he'd delivered the day before?...]
What's that paper say, anyhow?
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[Those NOMs. They were terribly interesting, a lesson in ingenuity. To think a meal could practically prepare itself! But to answer his question she shrugged.]
That we're the reason the world's fallen apart and it's a plot we've been brewing for years. They've even asked their 'true readers' to find our leader, a symbol, something to signify us.
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[It was both impressive and sad to think that he'd made it this far on a piece of toast he scarfed down on his way out the door.
Of course, hearing that little headline didn't improve his mood anyway.]
...y'mean to tell me that's what I was bustin' my tail to deliver all of last night?! Gimmie that--
[The paper was yanked out of the trash, and now that he'd finally had the opportunity to read The Most Trusted* Printed Publication in Concord...]
--what do they mean, 'flea-bitten'?!
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I presume it's a defensive measure involving the unknown: Make it known by building lore, regardless of the truth of it. If you scream it the loudest, you sound wiser, more believable.
[She shrugged.]
...Which will feel dreadfully silly once they learn more about us and the citizenry learn none of what they'd read is true. The one behind that paper seems terribly lonely. Wonder what they'd done before we arrived.
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[Red's face only screws more and more into expressions alternating between befuddlement, indignation, and outright, abject confusion.]
"Tiny reptilian residents conclusive evidence of Featheraptors interbreeding with sewer pygmies"?! ... "Legitimate print media barred from attending Estate block party; obvious evidence of cannibalistic buffet?!"
That does it. I'm never workin' for these guys again.
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Or, sweetheart, you continue to be on their pay and use that money on means that directly contradict their beliefs. That means their money becomes entirely hypocritical.
I like the path of 'malicious compliance'. It's like a chef's kiss.
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...naaah. Spendin' the whole night and morning bein' chased by everyone's pets isn't worth the money they were payin' me for it anyway. Besides, the fewer people read this... thing, the better.
[Didn't stop him from turning a page though.]
...So what's your sign?
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Ha... Could've picked a more romantic place for that, but Aquarius, by Prime Earth's standards.
Malleable. Don't believe that 'good pair' and 'bad pair' nonsense.
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wh--that isn't what I meant!! I'm lookin' at the fortunes!!
[A brightly-burning red face was obfuscated by cheap paper and poorly-purposed ink.]
...d-doesn't matter. This thing keeps goin' on about 'simultaneous four-corner months' anyway, and I don't think I've even heard of these constellations, so...
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I'll loan you a lesson on horoscopes: They're vague enough to be consumed by anyone. Read yours, then read others. You'll find that they all can apply in some form to your life; it's meant to soothe the souls of those looking for answers.
If you'd really like to know a thing or two, I have my cards in my room. Perhaps later we can take a look?
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...or are we gonna play poker for fortunes or somethin'? Because I spent all the money they gave me for the first week already.
[His sword did look pretty bright and shiny.]
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No, silly...! Do you know of Terokka cards? Or, I suppose, tarot? Draw different symbols, divine moments, glimpses of possibilities...?