The Quest Giver [Einmal Mod Account] (
thequestgiver) wrote2018-10-11 07:44 pm
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Welcome to the Kingdom!
You've found a book.
Where you've found it depends. The library? At the bottom of an old wooden trunk from an estate sale? Grandma's attic? The seat beside yours on the bus?
It doesn't matter. What does matter is that something about it draws your attention. You pick it up and run a hand over its blue-dyed leather cover, trace the silver thorns embossed along the edges. The spine and cover bear no title, but it hardly matters. You take it home with you because you know it's just the kind of book you want, just what you need. And after all, you can return it later. Right?
When you finally open the book, it falls open on an illustrated page. A detailed ink drawing of a solitary figure standing before a wall of thorns. Who is this person?
A wizard in flowing robes?
A knight in gleaming armor?
A princess in a tattered gown?
Or a wicked person, glorying in the thorns' presence?
Like the book's location, it depends.
As you look closely at the illustration, your sense of balance leaves you. You stagger, look down, and are met with a white void that soon surrounds you. The book snaps shut and disappears in a shower of sparks.
You black out.
When you come around, you're warm and safe, though your surroundings are unfamiliar. The room you're in looks like a guest room in a castle; the walls are stone with a crackling fireplace and an ornately framed glassless window and the bed has an utterly impractical canopy that if you're not careful, you may just wind up getting tangled in as you sit up.
When you look around the room, you see two bells set out on a small table, both with signs in front of them. One says "Ring for attendant" the other had "Ring for King's Introduction" on it, but it was crossed out, with a handwritten "Help me, Hero WanKenobie! I'm just a dope!"
Ringing the first bell will (eventually. Hopefully) bring someone up to the room to answer your questions. The second bell has no clapper, but it covering a small round, red stone.
Where you've found it depends. The library? At the bottom of an old wooden trunk from an estate sale? Grandma's attic? The seat beside yours on the bus?
It doesn't matter. What does matter is that something about it draws your attention. You pick it up and run a hand over its blue-dyed leather cover, trace the silver thorns embossed along the edges. The spine and cover bear no title, but it hardly matters. You take it home with you because you know it's just the kind of book you want, just what you need. And after all, you can return it later. Right?
When you finally open the book, it falls open on an illustrated page. A detailed ink drawing of a solitary figure standing before a wall of thorns. Who is this person?
A wizard in flowing robes?
A knight in gleaming armor?
A princess in a tattered gown?
Or a wicked person, glorying in the thorns' presence?
Like the book's location, it depends.
As you look closely at the illustration, your sense of balance leaves you. You stagger, look down, and are met with a white void that soon surrounds you. The book snaps shut and disappears in a shower of sparks.
You black out.
When you come around, you're warm and safe, though your surroundings are unfamiliar. The room you're in looks like a guest room in a castle; the walls are stone with a crackling fireplace and an ornately framed glassless window and the bed has an utterly impractical canopy that if you're not careful, you may just wind up getting tangled in as you sit up.
When you look around the room, you see two bells set out on a small table, both with signs in front of them. One says "Ring for attendant" the other had "Ring for King's Introduction" on it, but it was crossed out, with a handwritten "Help me, Hero WanKenobie! I'm just a dope!"
Ringing the first bell will (eventually. Hopefully) bring someone up to the room to answer your questions. The second bell has no clapper, but it covering a small round, red stone.
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"Lead the way, Garren!"
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The tour to his Slammer's house was a fairly short one, as home that was in the process of being re-outfitted into a combination garage and clinic wasn't too far from the castle (and there really wasn't too much of interest (to Garren) along the way.
With a cheerful "Weeeei!" and wave of his arms, Garren announced their arrival, beaming happily.
Tachibana blinked up from where he was working on the very steampunk looking engine laid out on his workbench. There was a very energetic mess of sign from Garren that brought a soft, warm smile to his expression before he nodded. "Another version of Dakki, huh?" he interpreted, looking up towards her.
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She decides that she quite likes Garren's Slammer's place, the moment she sets eyes on it. It was different than the rest of the houses, in a way she couldn't put her finger on... and what a machine the man was working on! He'll find her staring at it curiously when he looks her way, and she needs a moment to notice his gaze. "Ah!" She quickly straightens and gives a little nod-bow of polite acknowledgement and greeting. "I believe so! Your friend Garren mistook me for her, at first. I... hope this isn't too unusual?"
She smooths down the front of her white robes and folds her hands before herself. On her back is a wooden staff, topped with leaves and paper ribbons. (It's as though she's gone and swapped classes with Bakura...) At her hip, however, hangs a sheathed katana.
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Garren, for his part, carefully climbed up the chair his Slammer just vacated and hopped onto the table to sit on the edge, his legs swinging over the side.
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"It's not like the places you've been before, then?" She presses her lips together and lets her head dip, giving a little thoughtful 'hmm'. "Well.... There's nothing to do but to work together and find out what's really happening. Right?"
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"That is the best way to start, yeah," Tachibana agreed, unable to help the warm smile Garren's mimery brought out. "I've been helping Sayoko set up a clinic here, and a friend of mine is hoping to get a hydroelectric plant started. A little modernization to help out where we can, really."
Since he... did feel a bit useless, outside of just supporting Sayoko and giving Sento someone to bounce foruma off of. (Thankfully not literally, as neither of them were much the type for sparring in that sort of way.)
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"I hope there are still things I can do to help that don't involve those technical things!"
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"It's... funny that you say that. This place doesn't feel quite right, but it's not..." She raises a hand in an uncertain sort of motion, and it pauses before she can bring it to cover her mouth and think. "...it's not my Hydaelin, but I think I could sort myself out on my own without too much trouble, if I had to. If that makes sense?"
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"...Like it's a different life force powering this world's magic, than your own?"
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"...I think I could manipulate it, if I had to. But it doesn't feel the same, in a way I just... I don't have the words for that. My friends might, but..." She presses her lips together, not finishing the thought. She's without them again... but she's made it through worse. It's fine.
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"Like using a card from the wrong deck," he half explained with a faint smile. "It still powers your System, but it doesn't do it in the way you're used to. That seems to be a lot of how this place works, shifting things to suit how it wants them done, rather than what you expect it to be."
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"Maybe like that, yes. Garren explained about your cards, and... all of that." She smiles softly, and lifts her hand from the ground. A moment is taken to brush the dust from her hand off on her robe, then she rises and reaches around to pull her staff from her back. "Let's see if it's at all how I expect it to be." Her feet shift, setting her into a stable stance, and she holds the staff out before herself and her free hand up along with it.
"...er, is it alright if I try and heal one of you?" She doesn't want to surprise them unpleasantly! She ought to ask first!
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Garren however, perked up, waving his arms back and forth before pointing to a spot on his arm where his armor was just leather, and not metal. He had hit it into something while he and Blade were playing. Not badly! But just a little bruise. If she wanted to test it, that could work!
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Dakki closes her eyes, breathes in and holds that breath... and yes, she can feel something flowing through the earth beneath her feet, in the gentle breeze that blows past.... she clutches her staff tightly and sweeps it in a circular motion, and woosh of green magical energy spins up around her. It's just a second to draw that energy in and hold it, and half a second to push both the staff and her opposite hand upwards and outwards, and cast it upon Garren's tiny form. It's not unlike Galen's healing sunlight, in effect... but it's a cooler feeling, like refreshing water and gentle breezes surrounding him.
"That's.... yes, that's how it's supposed to work!" At least on her end. "How was that, Garren?"
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