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Post by leukristic on Apr 6, 2020 15:47:40 GMT -6
DM PROMPTWord has reached you of a small festival in the town of Isoba celebrating the newest of their city to be gifted with The Sight by the patron god of the city. While you arrive after the official ceremony, a marketplace has popped up at the entrance to the city proper, bustling and filled with strangers who have come to visit the city and stayed after the ceremony. Merchants stand by traveling carts, hawking their wares, and a small group of performers can be found entertaining a crowd of children with music and puppets. One merchant cart might catch your attention -- the stallion running it is fitted with a bitted bridle in the fashion of an Aodhian slave and possibly the surliest expression you’ve ever seen in your life. Attached to the side of the cart is a large sign proclaiming SEEKING ADVENTURERS, PAYING SHARDS, and a wooden chest can be seen at the slave’s feet. His owner is nowhere to be found, perhaps sampling the local delicacies elsewhere, and perhaps it is the oddness of seeing an Aodhian slave that draws you towards the cart, or perhaps you’re simply interested in the offer of shards. Once a small crowd has gathered, some brave soul finally questions the sign, and the slave looks as though he’d rather be anywhere but where he is. “Want shards? This chest--” He kicks it with a hind leg, the lid popping open to reveal a large amount of wands. “Contains a bunch of burning hands wands that need to be tested for any… manufacturing defects. Just point at your target and shoot. Lucky for you, the city currently has a bit of a terror bird problem, and they’ve agreed to pay out a large amount of shards to any adventurer stu-- brave enough to go seek out the nests and clear them out. My… employer is offering the wands to any who wish to complete this task, so long as they agree to note down any defects that may show themselves during the testing phase.”The slave pauses, his face twisting into something even more irritated than before. “I’m also supposed to accompany you, just to make sure everything gets… properly noted down and completed.” He looks about as enthused at the prospect as one might be about sticking their leg into the jaws of a snapping turtle, honestly. “So -- any takers?”
Welcome to this episode of Commoner Curse of the 300 Wands! Some quick notes on the wands: All wands are point-and-shoot, so any character regardless of class can use them. The wands will ALWAYS cast Burning Hands. Oops, every wand in the chest has a defect, turns out! When used, a wand will also have a random effect rolled from this table. [ Post 1 | 397 ] |
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Post by kajeayn on Apr 6, 2020 20:33:39 GMT -6
J O E L
Anyway here's Wonderwall. It’s not every day a slave is offering a quest.
He finds it more then a little odd, and more then a little intriguing- even as his heart clenches in sudden, unbearable pity. He frowns as he watches the display, the bit gleaming in the light as the slave speaks, promising treasure and rewards, and he realizes he’s much more focused on the bridle then the quest.
It sounds like a suicide mission, honestly. Temperamental, defective wands? Only a desperate soul or someone with a death wish would jump in on something like that.
“I’m in,” Joel says.
He steps up to the slave, mandolin and rapier slung at his sides. He tilts his head, examining the chest of wands curiously but making no moves to pull one out yet. They look fine- to his unpracticed eye, at least. He’s never been one for wands. He much prefers his mandolin, or burying his rapier between someone’s eyes.
He supposes he doesn’t have much to lose, really. Not like he had plans for tonight. Or tomorrow. Or ever.
Might as well, right?
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Post by Luneby on Apr 7, 2020 6:48:54 GMT -6
 D A N A Ë"Of fire and gold."
Danaë enjoyed crowded events. She enjoyed the noise, the smell, the life boiling around her. Every opportunity to enjoy a crowd bath was for her to take – she was therefore in a very good disposition that day. The mare had keen hearing. Among this crowded place, the voice of a slave clamouring stood out above all else. Danaë would always give in to her curiosity, therefore she hastily trotted towards the little crowd that had formed around him. He was giving out a mission and Burning Hands wands to go with it. Now, that was intriguing. If it shoots fire, Danaë is interested. Shards were nice too, but fire throwing wands? You bet she was in. Was this all business shady? Probably, she wouldn’t know. She just liked the perspective of shooting some birds with fire. She gleefully trotted towards the slave, bells at her ankles ringing, chattering instead of her voice. She vigorously waved towards the chest, nodding rapidly to let the stallion know she was in. She couldn’t wait to hold the weapon, give it to her already!
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WC: 180| Post # 1
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Post by Zugunruhes on Apr 9, 2020 22:34:47 GMT -6
▸Cleric Murdoc◂
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"That's the one- stop him!"
Murdoc arcs around a festival stall, hoof catching on the patterned cloth spilling over its edge. He twists away trying to free his hoof and succeeds only in yanking the cloth and its entire contents free. The ensuing clatter of plates and the sight of festival pastries rolling merrily into the street announce his presence to all nearby. Shouts follow as the party of Watch horses tear down the street in his direction.
The cleric hesitates then bolts down a narrower alley, winding between stalls and knocking over festival-goers as he flees. One stall is stripped of a handsome blue cloak as the hippocampus passes and wrenches it free to don as a disguise. He manages to lose his pursuers only by darting through a cafe and out the back entrance to another side of the marketplace.
He straightens up and finishes buttoning up the cloak with an heir of somber dignity. That went... poorly. He said speaking of Digend was scaring away customers. Bah! I was starting to draw a crowd. That's more business than he would see all day.
The hippocampus catches sight of a passing guard and turns away, eyes scanning the nearby stalls for a place to hide within the crowd. He spots one with an impressive sign and a few onlookers and heads desperately towards it. "Ah yes, wands for sale? I do need some wants. I am here to buy some wands." He blusters, uttering the first things to come out of his mouth, then glances at the sign again. "Oh, wait yes I am here to... test some wands. "
He casts a suspicious glance over his shoulder and wonders if he should arm himself.
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Post by Waterdrup on Apr 13, 2020 7:57:20 GMT -6
Gwen | Farmer
SEEKING ADVENTURERS, PAYING SHARDS Well, Gwen didn’t consider herself an adventurer at all. However, a small crowd had gathered and out of curiosity the white mare stepped closer as well. She was far too shy to really push forward, so she had a hard time reading what the Aodhian was saying. Something about testing wands against birds to chase them away.
Oh! A bird problem? Like the crows that damaged her crops? The farmer girl absentmindedly nodded her head in agreement. No wonder they needed to use magical wands, those mischievous birds could be such a nuisance! Well, if they really needed help and the task was to simply aim, fire and write down the result, she could definitely do that much.
Gwen braced herself as she circled the crowd and made her way over to the chest, dipping her head towards the bridled Aodhian in a greeting. “I will help you.” She said, feeling her heartbeat pick up as the nerves knotted in her stomach. Gwen glanced at the other volunteers, a beautiful bard, an energetic looking redhead and a cloaked figure whose body language seemed rather nervous.
Pushing herself, Gwen smiled towards the other mare. “Hello, eh, my name is Gwen.” She said quickly, swallowing hard against a sudden dry throat.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Apr 18, 2020 10:17:41 GMT -6
 Rycaron;Wizard
It wasn’t quite the vacation that he’d imagined, but it was definitely a breath of fresh air to get away from Aquore, and his problems there, and just…travel. However, the matter of continuing to earn some shards to eat was always prevelant in his mind. Thankfully, he wasn’t entirely sheltered due to previous travels to both the Aodh and Seroran herds.
And yet, the wizard knew shady when he spotted it.
And this stall? Practically screamed something wasn’t right.
He most certainly didn’t need clairvoyance to tell at least one of them might get hurt, but perhaps he’d be lucky enough to avoid being that equine.
Aqua gaze was very dubious as he eyed the slave, hiding the pity he felt. For sure, if he went along with this, then he was just as pathetic. However...didn’t he leave to experience a bit of adventure?
With a sigh, the hippocampus stepped forward, cloak shifting about his form, a serpentine head rising from the folds as his feathered serpent rose to inspect the area, alerted to her equine’s unease.
“I shall take up this challenge as well,” Rycaron announced, glancing around at his soon to be companions, so that he might study them and their usefulness better.
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Post by leukristic on Apr 21, 2020 16:18:32 GMT -6
AERISHe sees the pity in their eyes as they approach him, the way they glance at the bit in his mouth and then away again. He has to fight away the urge to bare his teeth and snarl at them in white-hot rage, to tell them to go rot in the Sear and leave him alone, and he can feel the ache in his jaw from clenching his teeth together in restraint. Patience would be the way to go with such a… motley crew of adventurers -- he might have waited for better takers to show up, but his master had made it clear that this was to be completed quickly, and he wasn’t in the mood to suffer through one of Brontide’s hissy fits.
He is, however, briefly distracted by the red-headed mare with the bells around her ankles, and the way she signs in a language familiar to him. ‘You’re a long way from home, Red,’ He signs back, hooves tapping on the hard-packed dirt beneath him, and he feels the now-familiar ache of longing for the shifting sands of his desert home.
“Right. Everyone grab some wands, then.” He gestures towards the chest, along with a few shoddily made saddlebags should they not have a way to carry the wands besides their own teke. He already had one of the bags fastened over his back, a few wands peeking out -- better to be prepared, right? “Between the six of us, we should be able to carry them all.”
He eyes them all, chewing on the bit between his teeth in absentminded impatience, until the wands are all gathered up and distributed amongst them.
“Let’s go.”
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Post by galekxy on Apr 30, 2020 21:55:09 GMT -6
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