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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...?
Re: Clean Up Detail
The Oil Drop literally jumps, its mass moving... oddly. The bottom part half pushes itself up through the middle of the top and this repeats in escheresque fashion, reversing at the apex of its jump.
There's a splat. Ralsei glances between the -- dog(?) -- and the bucket, where the Oil Drop had ended up, looking now for all the world like a mundane bit of oil.
He beamed back up at the dog(?) -- given the mental addition of a question mark to it, in his head -- fear forgotten, and stood carefully, giving a short bow. "Thank you very much!"
After a moment, they reach up and grab at their hat, pulling the edges down out of nervous habit. "Um, are you here to help clean up, then? My name's Ralsei, by the way."
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The dog (no question mark needed)- or 'Caninu', if one wished to be technical- offered a self-satisfied wave over to his clean-up team-up.
"Don't mention it. I'm just glad that's over."
If he ever had to hear another anecdote of blob-bellyaching, it'd be too soon.
"Ralsei, huh? mine's Red. And yeah, I signed up thinkin' it'd just be the usual crate-pushing and cargo lifting work, but..."
The rest fell under a grumble as he started mopping up some kind of weird spill that smelled like claw polish remover. "These wizards are somethin' else."
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"At least we're able to help out! Imagine what a mess this place would turn into if we weren't here." His good cheer seemed to be a near permanent state of affairs.
That smile transitioned to something more mischievous, though, after a moment. "Doggone, though?" He giggled softly, amidst stacking blocks of what looked to be blocks of liquid cheese, remaining in that shape through unknown means. At least it didn't leave residue on his paws.
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Not like most people ever have to deal with their world being reset, let alone a little goat kid.
But Red soon found his thoughts in a new sort of confusion from Ralsei's amusement at his entirely ordinary parlance. "...yeah? What about it?"
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He finishes his stacking and nods for a moment in satisfaction at his work. It was certainly beyond him to figure out what else to do with the... liquid cheese cubes. Weird.
"Well, it's... sort of like me saying I'm just kidding, isn't it?" He chuckles softly. "Not that it's a problem."
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"...I don't get it."
Congratulations, Ralsei. You're talking to the one person who actually comes from a world where there's no such thing as goats.
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"And now that I've explained the joke, it's probably going to be personified by some mage here and I'll be forced to strangle the life out of it."
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No living joke. Thank Dog. He picked up a nearby bucket and started standing on a nearby chair, before- after a moment's thought- turning the bucket upside-down with a grumble.
"You too, huh? Everyone here looks and talks at me like I'm some kinda housepet!"
Then came the slow, awkward process of trying to wring out the mop upwards into an upside-down bucket.
"...so what is a goat, anyway?"
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Ralsei stifled a giggle at Red's antics, looking behind himself, but really, it was a valid concern. He positioned himself to be ready in case he lost his balance; there was really no telling what'd happen around here, and better to be prepared!
"A housepet? That's... really rude of them. Point them out and I'll talk to them, if you want." His expression oozes empathy, in a non-literal sense. "That's not okay."
"A goat's, uh, well, as far as I understand... I've never seen one myself, but, they're quadrupeds with hooves, horns, and weird bar pupils. They're medium-ish and eat just about anything." He snickers. "My standards are much more exacting."