In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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In Kiten, there is a man going by the name Vincent Wetherby, though he wishes to simply be called “Wetherby”, who is working on his latest book. Calling it “Wetherby’s Bestiary”, he offers any who are willing to provide him with new information a fitting sum of money, not to mention having their name written into the book for their contributions. For this particular bit of input, you are to travel to the common realm and observe the local trolls in their natural habitat, writing down as many things as you can that might be of any value to the bestiary. Even the smallest, most insignificant of things may end up being invaluable, so write it down.
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Maximum Number of Players: 3 [break]Minimum Word Count: 2500 [break]Location: The Common Realm [break]Special Requirements: For this mission, you are to primarily observe the habits and way of life of the creatures in question. While you are allowed to defend yourself or even engage them if you believe this will provide additional information, you are under no circumstances allowed to kill them for the sake of the book as Wetherby is a pacifist above all else. Failure to abide by these rules means automatic failure of the mission, so do not kill anything!
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Health Limit: Senior [break]Physical Speed: 5 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Senior [break]Magic Element and Types: Rock | Physical Reinforcement, Defense Creation | Attack Creation [break]Combat Style: Trollolo uses rock magic in order to harden his already thick and leathery skin to protect him from harm, enhance the striking power of his fists and create large boulders to either launch or throw at his enemies, crushing them good so he can eat whatever remains. [break]Additional Information: Trollolo is not a violent troll, though he is on edge ever since his friend Bol was murdered and maimed by humans. If one could convince him that they were friends, maybe by making an offering of food or something to play with, Trollolo will open up and answer any questions asked. Keep in mind, Trollolo has roughly the same mental capabilities as a five your old child, so he is fickle and easily distracted.
The man introduced himself as Weatherby, Nix’s sensibilities were anything but offended by the snazzy nature of his name, quite the contrary. Impressed by his goal, she elected to help him with compiling his reports. Although the genuine nature of the transitional from little known to knowledgeable was guaranteed to be fraught with dangerous elements, Nix felt that her snazzy attitude would help speed up the process. Near to nothing was known about trolls around the common region, and while the assessment would give clarity to a creature it was an obscure task that allowed some wiggle room. Nix anticipated that the troll; being that it starred in one of her favourite nursery rhymes about a goat and his little chin hairs, would not be happy to see her. Cheerfully she arranged her candles in a pragmatic fashion, the nicer ones nearer the top, for easy access. Nix did not know if all trolls were dissimilar but she figured they would have a nose, so she brought an extra packet of matches for igniting them. She was particularly fond of the red mixture of galvanising the alchemists tipped them with, which she was assured would be extremely flammable. Different from inflammable because of the combustion matrix by which the catalyst primed itself. A single match lazily clenched between her teeth, for fashionably snazzy reasons gave her a special pyrotechnic snazz that few could attain. It made her feel unique as she shouldered her satchel, filled to the brim with waxy candles and parchments for chronicling her adventures. Some of the finer things she carried were her faux crown and a number of rings which the merchant had been good enough to sell her for a remarkable price. The plastic gemstones in them shone with a faint glimmer which made her feel special. Evidently, they were the snazziest, and they were incredibly important in the way that they would serve as a premise for her being as noble as she was. Packing her favourite crayons for filing the report, Nix selected the snazziest colours for her writing; selectively bright crimson and cerulean blue, her report would be fantastic with diagrams and all sorts of information, she was sure that they didn’t have one. She had checked herself.
Tilting her crown back on the top of her head, she noticed how snugly it fit her cranium. It had; after all, been made just for her. Her brilliant red hair cascaded down her back as she skipped along, her shoes, being virtually non-existent, we’re comfortable as they were her own feet. Nix lamented that she couldn’t change her own feet and so resigned to be content with that which she had, her perfectly snazzy feet leapt off the ground as she surmounted a particularly large rock. Almost falling off, she steadied herself, before continuing to adventure in the common region. In search of trolls, she had checked under the bridge as well as over the bridge but could not find them. This perplexed Nix as the nursery rhyme clearly stated that they lived under bridges. Maybe it wasn’t every bridge, she shrugged the errant thought off and continued looking. She leafed through her Grimoire thoughtfully nibbling a crayon thinking about some totally snazzy verses she could write about the trolls when she found them. Pictures of her were on every page; the artists giving especially snazzy details for clarification as to who owned the book, which was Nix. After journeying further into the mountains, the mountainous terrain got a little dull for Nix, who was used to forests and thick tree lines all in a row. Qualifying for the longest time she had ever walked, she resigned to sit down and rest her tired and grumpy feet. Her crayons and report had been forgotten as she sneezed, the overwhelming pollen from the mountain flowers were beginning to irritate her sense of smell. Adjusting her position to be in the shade of what she presumed to be a mountain, she; upon further introspection, noticed that the small mountain had fingers and toes. Abruptly the shade provider began to shake and scratched the moss off its hide, it was was most certainly what she had sought, a troll.
The match that had all but been chewed half-way to pulp fell from her lip as she jumped back startled. Nix made a small squeaking sound before pointing a candle tip-ward towards the looming shadow, quite obviously taken back and surprised but most certainly not frightened. After all she was a brave witch that shouldn’t be afraid, on top of this she was also a magic knight; Silver Eagles, who were renowned for their great deeds and conquests. However she was afraid as she began to physically quiver at the sight of such a colossal creature. There were hairs on its chin and it’s general aesthetic was muscular compared to her diminutive stature. The most curious thing occurred, at least Nix didn’t think it was an ordinary thing for a troll to do, as the stories all said they ate small children and tiny goats. Trollolo introduced their troll-self to Nix; who was completely okay with the ambiguous nature of trollkin’s androgynous being, as it would be rude to judge otherwise and Nix was anything but rude. ”Trollolo angry to meet you.” Outwardly reflecting on the salutation Nix replied unsteadily at first but began to relax as her introduction was well received by the troll, “That is very understandable,” she paused to consider who the troll would tell but resigned that no one would hear them, “My name is Nix and I have it on very good authority I am an incredibly snazzy individual.” She spoke with the slow certainty that signified authority and the knowledge of many things, which for all she knew, she had. Meeting the troll definitely qualified Nix as someone who could be in a fairy tale or a story, she arbitrarily thought in the space it took for Trollolo to consider what flavour snazzy was and how it tasted. Immediately emptying her rucksack, a menagerie of various Knick-knacks and brick-a-bracket spilt out on the grass. A majority of the things were candles, a few matchboxes and a dozen pieces of rolled paper, nothing really seemed to interest Trollolo, except for the choice itself. The troll picked up one candle and begin thoughtfully munching on it but spat it out after finding unpalatable. “They’re not for eating silly, they’re for your nose.” Said Nix thoughtfully, as she struck a wavering flame from a match. Trollolo did not like this very much, running away from the bright fire that sparked into existence at the click of Nix’s fingers. Either Magic was a foreign concept to the creature or it was deeply troubled by fire in a way that Nix couldn’t fathom, after all, it made her feel safe and warm. Tapering off the candle at the pointy end, she picked her nose which Trollolo happened to do often. Wiggling her nose as she did so, it was kind of gross; as people often told her, but she never did it in public; except when they caught her doing so.
Trollolo liked to do a lot of things. Like piling rocks up on one another to see if any other troll had pushed them over in Trollolo’s absence. Avoiding fire, which Nix was told was very dangerous for trolls so Nix stashed her matches and arranged her candles in order from least flammable to most inflammable. The difference being the colour, the weight and overall ease with which they could withstand a flame. Fire was different from flame as Nix pointed out, however both made the troll feel uneasy and any conversation about them ignited a heated debate about arbitrary dominance’s in the Kingdom Of Clover. ”I am a fire witch but…” Nix argued passionately. But Trollolo interrupted, which was very rude, even for a troll; however Nix only knew the one, so she had only Trollolo to gauge her opinion off. “Fire bad.” Started the troll, “Fire very bad,” concluded Trollolo. Nix continued, “It’s so warm and bright though.” She pointed out stubbornly, but the troll would have nothing of it. Despite being very good at debate, Nix had to accept Trollolo’s opinion as personal belief, even if it was completely and utterly not what Nix had herself thought about the element. This perturbed her some what and she thought vindictive thoughts about setting Trollolo on fire, how ever this was just a tantrum she was throwing and it did little good. Because Nix felt as though they were good friends, and you don’t set good friends on fire. Weatherby might be interested in the provocative nature of fire as a subject for trolls, but that was only one thing that Nix chronicled about the creature that he might find interesting. They were capable of complex thoughts and emotions as shown by the debate that Nix had with Trollolo. she how ever felt that not all trolls were similar as some built rock piles, some pushed them over, others lived under bridges and ate goats, others yet still lived in caves in the mountains. Trollolo could have been not telling the truth but Nix trusted the troll as one would any other person, and gave Trollolo the benefit of the doubt. Being an expert in the subject as Trollolo was in fact a troll, Nix listened to each grumbling and grumpy thing the troll had to say. ”Kingdom needs ruler like Trollolo or Nix.” Although Nix agreed with the troll, she could only logically answer that she was still working on gaining enough gold stars, to be more than a junior Magic knight, to be the ruler of her own kingdom. Trollolo grunted in affirmation before scratching their exposed stomach. The troll was garbed in crude leathers and furs, hairs protruded from the flesh that wasn’t covered and all in all, it was not a very snazzy choice of clothing, as far as Nix was concerned. Belying the subtle taciturn nature with which she usually dealt with people, Nix felt as though she could be completely honest and frank with Trollolo, so she was. “You don’t actually eat baby goats and children, do you?” The troll’s ears perked up at the mention of its primary food source, Nix’s tone was firm but uncertain; inquisitive, and to be brutally honest, hopeful. Trollolo’s reply was simple and soul crushing, “Goats, yeah. Children nah.”
Nix’s reaction made the troll smile, which was a rare reaction that Nix saw too little of. Having given Trollolo a small tiara, to be used in cases of emergency, Nix was quite happy to sojourn for awhile longer in the company of Trollolo, who was something similar to a scholar themselves. Trollolo showed Nix the cave where Trollolo lived, it had no door so Nix didn’t have to remember to close it behind her. But she did stamp her foot which made a low grumble in the cave’s furtherest reaches, which Nix explained was her way of knocking. After only doing her smallest hokie poky, Nix leapt into the gloom with naught but the dim sunlight to illuminate her passage. Burning her exhaled breath in the smallest fashion she snuck tiny glances at the grotto around her, both equal parts puzzled by the intricate paintings on the walls and curious. There was a solid emphasis on food, pictures of small goats with a tick beside it, and a large red cross beside a picture of a tiny person. This was sufficient enough to confirm her otherwise bias insinuative that the troll was a bad one. At least for the time being she was entertained and Trollolo explained that the sun was a very bad sign, one that meant Trollolo had to wear sun cream or get horribly burnt. Nix sympathised with Trollolo, sun cream was incredibly expensive and she only herself had a tube of cream that would cover the end of her nose. Which she gave to Trollolo any way, uncertain of how much of the large troll it would cover, but, she was sure it would be more appreciated none the less. Being quite selfless as she usually was she explained Weatherby’s job to the troll who nodded along to the word recognition as Nix had emphasised the word with solid air quotes. They devised a devilish plot to mislead Mr Weatherby, that Trollolo had not been found. That the information he already had would be sufficient, they threw the whole thesaurus at him in two words or less, and included the word apt as well. Concluding to only really reveal to him that sunlight was bad for there skin, and that they turned into stone in the morning to prevent harm; for others sakes. That not really much could be estimated by their presence, they were blessed with ferocious fighting abilities and capable; logical, procession of cognitive processes. Fighting them should be avoided, and Nix crossed out the kill them with fire part from all of the other reports with a crayon, for good measure. Having full well criticised the compiling of ‘Hunting Trolls: And How To Hunt Them’, a report filed by a civilian who didn’t know very much at all. It didn’t have smiley faces or big red crosses next to the parts that said to hurt them. Nix fixed his mistakes by burning some of the book itself and replacing others with smiling faces and pictures of sheep and goats.
After having compiled her report, Nix put a post script that emphasised how brave one would have to be to meet a troll, and how she had herself in fact done so; met a troll. And if there was any notable achievement about this, it was because she had lived to tell the tale after woulds. The real achievement being that Nix had made two friends, of Mr. Weatherby and of prefer not to say Trollolo, today was not an entirely bad day. It was shaping up to be a special kind of day, and although that was only the first time Nix had met a troll as nice as Trollolo, it was thankfully not the last. As Nix visited Trollolo the next day with a big bucket of bee’s wax, to make poultices similar to healer’s medicines that would sooth sun burn. Aloe Vera was good at rehydrating the skin and this was known to be true. She included this in her bundle and package, on her way over the bridge she thought it would be pointless to look under the bridge for Trollolo. But she did so anyway. On the way to the last place Nix had seen Trollolo she saw more than the usual amount of rocks piled up on one another. This probably meant that there were more trolls or that Trollolo had been busy. Nix pushed one over to let Trollolo know that she had been here. Having a couple of flat sea stones in her pocket to stack her own little tower, she knew Trollolo would be impressed with it. Precariously placing each colourful rock atop the other was in itself an profoundly fantastic endeavour. Trollolo was no where to be found, Nix shouted out to no one in particular about the report that she had assembled for Mr. Weatherby. Nix told the wild unknown reaches of the region most immediately in the vicinity of her voice, about how happy he was that she had taken an interest in his work and how interesting Trollolo had seemed in the report. Not knowing how Nix could have gotten this information without having met a troll, he relented and bought this big tub of sun cream for the troll’s to share. Nix had said it would need to be a larger tub and went and got a bucket. Apologising to the fish whose home it had been recently she transferred him or her to a nearby fish bowl. She did not know how to tell a fish’s gender and she wasn’t rude enough to ask, as she searched around for Trollolo she thought about these things out loud. Wondering and sincerely hoping that she was being listened to. After a good five minutes of hide and seek Nix got very sad that she could not find Trollolo. Who; being trolling, had not relented their game until this point. When Nix became frustrated she yelled out into the open space, searching for some place her voice could not find.
She was all alone, for the most part and this was not what she had anticipated upon coming to check up on her friend, who knew what could have happened to Trollolo. It was an okay day Nix Guessed, maybe the troll was hiding from the sun or playing a cruel game on her. She did not know, and this saddened her. Primary concern being for the safety of Trollolo, Nix adventured further still into the mountains, returning to the cave which had no door. Stomping a medium hokey pokey in the entrance, she made a grumpy sound to tell her friend she was visiting. Nix was greeted with lazy snoring, Trollolo had been sleeping after a long night of doing what ever it was that trolls do of an evening. Nix waited impatiently while Trollolo slumbered not wanting to be rude and wake the troll up. Nix applied her focus on updating her report for Mr. Weatherby to include that trolls snored incredibly loudly. Slept for a very long period of time and trolled around in their sleep, dreaming of eating small goats and asking them about their chubby chin chins. It was not a bad life for a troll Nix thought and with that Nix left a drawing of them trolling together.