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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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Falling from the sky builds an appetite! But there is always good in sharing the wealth. Keep the pack healthy, and they'll all hunt at the height of their game.
[He shifted his tail and leaned back against it, granted himself rest.]
Though, I wouldn't precisely call those small, pillowy rabbits much of a hunt...
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I am surprised there is so much wealth, given the state of this world.
[Maybe it won't last. All the more reason to partake now, to better weather that storm when it comes. She takes a bite, unconcerned that it's already partially eaten. When she swallows, she gives the dinosaur a warning.]
Do not underestimate the rabbits. Just because they are small does not mean they can't bite hard. If they swarm, it could be more dangerous than you realize.
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Many small things are dangerous in swarms: Bees, ants. But I speak of hunting, vedalken! The track, the thrill of the kill, the feast that follows. The rabbits were tasty, aye, but I'm accustomed to killing creatures weighing as much as more than ten of me.
The ones that wouldn't hesitate to stomp the life out of me should I alert it to me too early, or fail to observe the rest of its herd.
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[Meroon's never heard the word before. Some hunting term?]
Is there prey that large on the surface? The real giant things are in the oceans, unseen by you air-breathers.
[It's been so many years since she's seen them, but she remembers fondly the fascinating wild creatures from her homeland.]
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[Hmm. He scratched his chin.]
Aye, indeed! Herds upon herds of baloths, towering beasts of leather, claws and fangs that swallow a great many things whole to sate their voracious appetites!
They're everywhere, to my knowledge. I wouldn't be shocked if some lurked out in that dark somewhere, aye...
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I am triton. The great horrors of the deep have not breached the shores because of the efforts of my people. You are welcome.
[She isn't convinced that these baloths are a greater threat than what lies in the deepest trenches of the seas.]
Once I gain back my power, I will find what horrors need slaying on this world. Perhaps I shall let you tag along.
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[Words were fun. He should try writing that later, there were some T's in there, an N.]
I'm aware of not-so-wee beasties of the deep but have never faced one myself. Now I know why! Can't thank you, though; I'd like to know what truly lurks down there, from one who has faced them.
I always seek to hone my... heh, "craft". I'll never overlook a possibility to kill something nastier than the last I've faced. I'd like to see how they fight, how they die, how they taste.
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[Because if he waits until they reach the surface, it will be too late. The seas and coasts would have fallen to ruin by that time.]
I don't know about eating them, though. There are things that need killing, and things that are good to eat, and these two do not always overlap.
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[But he smirked.]
...Hah! Perhaps not. I wouldn't eat any of the rotted Golgari!
[A glance.]
But you look like somebody I could nibble on, if you're interested.
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[That gets an interested once-over from Meroon, as if she expects to find the signs of the aforementioned gills on his long neck. Too bad they aren't still there. She'd be very interested in seeing a big, tall lizard with a nice set of gills.]
I did not realize you are pescatarian.
[Weighing that ogling he'd done earlier against his professed appetite for eating the meats he hunts, Meroon is calculating the odds about 80:20 that he means flirting, not cannibalism. She's taken riskier gambles.]
If you are to be an ally of mine, it does seem prudent to keep you properly fed.
[She doesn't do anything so overt as wink, but she does look up at him through downcast lashes.]
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Working for the Simic Combine did introduce me to what I'd been missing under the surface.
[A lean, a claw braced against the wall.]
And it gives this luminary a hell of an appetite.
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But there he goes again, saying terms she does not understand. Her brow furrows]
If you have the skills you say you do, I may owe this 'Simic Combine' my thanks.
[Whoever they are...]
But perhaps before dinner, introductions, yes?
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I am Durant of the Hydra Clade, and it is a pleasure to meet a...?
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Meroon Kekovath, of the Triton Protectorate of Kekova.
[She raises an eyebrow, teasing.]
Aren't you a few heads short of a hydra?
[She sees one head, and is willing to take a look for a second, but two heads does not a
Dungeons and Dragonshydra make...]no subject
I dunno why they call it hydra clade; I haven't seen a single one. As for number of heads? That's a hell of a question, aye~?
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[And she raises the turkey leg back to her mouth. Because she's beginning to work up an appetite herself.]
I think this may call for a FtB.
Then you'll need to save that for later and we find ourselves a spot of privacy. Consider it one-on-one tutoring on just how many heads I've got.
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Alright. I am sure if we take a walk around the grounds, we can find a spot conducive to learning.
[;D]
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[He'll even offer an arm, an intent to escort her across the grounds before they went.
Whether it be someplace 'risky' and fun like a bush or a nice quiet corner under the stars, he was fine with anything, so long as they both got to feast tonight...]