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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With the coming of Spring, many hidden gateways open up, connecting the worlds of the fae with out own. As many tricksters would seek to cross over to cause all sorts of trouble and mayhem, there are also those who wish to see this world with their own eyes. As these fae often take on the appearance of human children with animalistic traits such as antlers, a bird-beak, a canine nose or other such things, they are often easily picked out of a crowd. With most not knowing our human customs, it is up to you to meet up with these troublemakers and teach them how things are done in the land of Clover.
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Maximum Number of Players: 3 [break]Minimum Word Count: 1000 [break]Location: Nairn [break]Special Requirements: This is not a mission given by the country but an encounter as you pass through the town and come across these beings. As it is likely your first ever encounter with the fae, get to know them and teach them how to go about the human world.
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What NPCs are in this mission? Please fill out the template for any notable NPCs. While those you have to socially interact with during the mission are not required, any enemy that is presented in the mission must be listed here.
Health Limit: Junior [break]Physical Speed: 10 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Junior [break]Magic Element and Types: Plant [break]Combat Style: - [break]Additional Information: These Fae wish to see as much of the land of Clover as they can, finding it to be an interesting new place that is very different from the fae realms. As they are not accustomed to buying things with money, they tend to take things or try to trade them, which can get them into trouble with the locals who might even be afraid of them.
Connor drummed his fingers along the top of the bench. Bird beak or not, this guy was trying to sell him a fence post. The bipedal fae creature assured him of this particular paling’s quality and how; if Connor needed, he could get a few more. Bent nails and broken wood told him three things for certain: This person was not from around here. They were not a genuinely terrible person, and finally, that they were in dire need of Yul. If and when Connor started to speak, they would start whistling and yammering on about plants they wanted to grow. Was this some sort of farmer joke that Connor didn’t quite understand? Connor slapped a few Yul denominators onto the tabletop, explaining very carefully what he wanted to share with the bird man, “These coins are very important. They get you what you want.” He gestured at the fence post, taking every liberty to discuss with whoever was vaguely watching what exactly the fuck was going on. When the fae folk nodded appreciably; like Connor had shared with him some big secret, he scooped up the coins and walked off. Connor’s head sunk, from where he was sitting, he couldn’t help but notice he had just been robbed. “God damn it…” He paused to laugh, not quite believing what just happened, he continued to speak; to himself more than the general public, “That was two hundred Yul, the bastard.” Incredulously his mania persevered, chuckling away to himself as he eyed the wooden post he had just unwittingly bought. It had enough width and length about it to be brandished as a cudgel, it was refined and painted well enough to be a grave marker. It was now Connor’s. Not quite believing his luck, Connor almost stuttered when he explained to himself that this was probably for the best. He was one fence post the more, and one entire fence richer in the long run.
Post by Sogai Shengxiao on Apr 15, 2022 4:17:43 GMT -5
The thief let out a melancholic sigh, as he stretched his aching wretched limbs and crossed his legs on the small bench he had occupied to bathe in the warm spring sun's touch. While Sogai usually wasn't the type to enjoy the rustle and bustle of the spring markets in the cities, towns and smaller villages scattered across the Clover Kingdom, he sure was the type to endulge in reminiscences of his former colleagues. Nairn used to be Kira's favorite city to visit, she loved the massive church and variety of different people that tended to rest here while traversing the country. This specific marketplace Sogai had chosen for his leisure was the first spot he had ever stolen anything at. The rat could vividly remember Kira diverting the old merchant while Sogai snooped around his fruit stand, terrified of stealing even an apple. A slight chuckle escaped the Shengxiao, as a small movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention.
Behind his chosen bench, there were a single small tree and some bushery encased in a square wooden fence structure, each of the four sides flanked by a bench such as Sogai's. The bench to his right was occupied by a white-haired man, maybe around his own age, that seemed to be pestered by a small child with.. a beak? Sogai slightly tilted his head in confusion and decided to listen in on the conversation. The bebeaked child, the thief didn't know why or how, but sometimes it was for the best to just accept the weird twists and turns of reality, wildly gestured and feebly tried to interest the young man in buying on of their 'high quality' fence posts. Almost rotten, definitely inhabited by some unwanted passengers, old and most likely pretty smelly, riddled with rusty and bent nails. In trying to hold in his laughter, the thief snorted silently. The white-haired fellow, obviously overloaded with the child chirping and chattering away at him, finally decided to throw some yul on the table accompanying each of the four benches and explained the concept of money in two beautiful sentences.
The child had since run off, with the proud owner of a high quality caveman's club laughin away at his own failure. Sogai chuckled in return and made up his mind to teach the child a little lesson in thievery. With a jerk, he jumped from his comfortable position and looped around the tree encasement, slipping through the crowd looking to buy their favorite items from the various stalls, arranged along the sides of the marketplace. The thief passed a stall that sold wooden figurines of virtually any shape and size, with the heavily overweight and bejeweled merchant shouting for customers loudly. A small yet beautifully carved and detailed figure of a crow perched on a tiny rock had caught his eye. A wide grin spread across Sogai's face, as he moved to the side of the stall, hiding amongst the customers of a neighbouring beer merchant and looking for an opportunity to divert the pretty unsympathetic stall owner. He noticed an empty wooden cup lying on the floor, "Convenient." the thief commented on his luck internally, only to firmly kick the cup behind the stall for wooden figures.
With a fairly loud rustle, the cup hit some wooden storage boxes stacked behind the merchant, who immediately turned around, obviously startled by the noise. Sogai immediately used this opportunity and slipped past the stall, swiftly sneaking the raven statue without anyone noticing and disappearing into a nearby cluster of people. Kira would've been happy to see that. Smurking satisfiedly, the rat made his way through said bulk, only to find himself rearing up directly in front of the respective fae he was trying to teach a lesson. The child looked at him with their big eyes, Sogai smiled back at them and kneeled down to meet them at their own height. "You know, with these coins you got, you can trade for aall the different things you can see around here.", he explained, suddenly holding the small statue right into their face. "This one for example, do you like it?" The child chirped in awe, their eyes expanding to a pretty unexpected size and their beak clacking in excitement. Right as the child tried to grap the figurine, Sogai quickly withdrew his bandaged right hand and let out a dissatisfied noise. "We have to trade. Those coins you got from the white-haired man over there.", Sogai pointed in the general direction of the benches. "Give them to me, and I'll give you this figurine.", he proposed with a smurk on his face. One could virtually see the gears in the child's head turning and smoke emanating from their ears as they pondered their decision. The Shengxiao chuckled amusedly, this situation made his day even better than it had already been. Finally, the black beak clacked once, as though to convey the child's approval of the trade, which was in turn finalized appropriately with the child happily chirping away at the sight of their newfound treasure.
Giggling proudly with the fruits of his labour in hand, Sogai friskingly ambled back to where the tree was, expertly swiping two small apples on the way of course, only to drop the small leather pouch onto the table of the white-haired man. Grinning from ear to ear, Sogai placed himself on the table and leaned in on the man a little: "I think that child knows how money works now.", he commented with a slight chuckle and pointed at the pouch. "But don't worry, I gave them something much more valuable." That might've been a lie, with the crow probably being priced around a hundred yul, or maybe even fifty given it's size. "On the plus side, however, you're now the enviable owner of an ancient artifact.", Sogai whole-heartedly laughed at his bench companion's unfortunate fate, fiddling for his rolling equipment from one of his pockets.
"What was with this child, though, why did they have a beak?", he wondered with his gaze drifting to the side. The thief stopped in his tracks. "My friend, we might have a handful more of teaching to do.", Sogai remarked to the white-haired man, pointing at the aforementioned child, silently lying in wait with a friend by their side. Said friend had antlers growing out of their head, and both of them held another one of those wretched fence posts in their hands, ready to trade again.
Royally interested in how the dividend would be spent Connor lifted himself from the seat he sat in. Prior the trade he had sincere and earnest hopes that he might be able to teach an entirely different lesson. Bird-Beak had disappeared under the cloak of the crowd, Connor sighed because his mana signature was dissimilar from a whole bunch of persons inhabiting the surrounding area. Connor sat back down after scanning the locality, a little tired from working but resolute to not allow the matter drain him further. Had Connor been given a different circumstance he might have pursued the bird-beak but it looked like he had more customers. The one fellow who was entirely normal as far as ordinary citizens went, approached him almost exuding nonchalance, a confidence that was only attainable by unsavoury digressions. Picking him out to be a rogue, Connor couldn’t place his name or face. His clothes weren’t exceptionally royal, he didn’t have the look of toil about him, his face and name were not things Connor was privy to.
The bird-beaked youth preceded the ordinary man and proffered a statuette; a solitary raven carved from a dark ebony wood. Looking over at the fence post, this was certainly a step up from what Connor had paid for. Having an eye for detail Connor recognised that procuring this object would take more than two hundred Yul and skills the bird-beak had. Bird-beak wanted to know what he could get for the crow statue, or was just exceptionally proud of what he had bought as he chirped and clanked away in a language that was similar to Clover commoner speech. Connor resisted the urge to take it from him, there was a subtle yet believable contempt to the short figure that was menacing. He had seen similarly disguised folk around the plaza, the agents of avarice would frown upon him causing a nuisance, and Connor wasn’t feel overly larcenous at the moment. Bird-beak ambled away quickly, Connor sensed intent within the ordinary man who was without a doubt approaching him. He spoke with artificial rapport, sat across from Connor and offered some semblance of consolation without contrition. Connor replied, “Disguises probably… oh what the hell.” Noticing the two of the fae approaching with fence posts was almost too much for him to bear. He was now bartering with three people, one a perfectly ordinary yet jovial sort; the other two contrasted differently, they were meek and honestly thought Connor was in the market for such items. Picking up the fence post, Connor hoisted it above his shoulder and brought it downwards in a sincerely friendly arc. It snapped on the table and his only real reaction was vehement regret, the snapping sound startled the fae folk as they turned and ran away from the two of them. “One lesson per customer.”
Connor didn’t feel anti-social at this stage, given that the man had gone out of his way to assess Connor’s plight, this was in the very least a more feasible introduction than he usually received. “The name’s Connor…” Trailing off in one of his bouts of lucidity, he noticed the man’s attire was entirely common. Stopping himself from passing comment as he usually might, he wasn’t sure that he felt like saying that the man was a good suit for an established crime organisation, but he was pretty close to fitting the bill. ”And I am an entrepreneur, as you can see.”
Post by Sogai Shengxiao on Apr 17, 2022 7:14:08 GMT -5
Still occupied with rolling his cigarette, Sogai covertedly glanced at the white-haired man he had just offered a compensation-less version of a handyman's work to, trying to procure some further information on the pitiable target of his own amusement. The young man, he might have been around the thief's age, lavishly wallowed in the sun's warm gaze, seemingly relaxing on the bench without any further intention. The rogue sitting on the corresponding table lit his cigarette, stowed away both lighter and rolling equipment, only to find his remark about the irritating children answered with a presumption about disguises and a finishing expletive. His bench companion made his disdain for the two fae-folk approaching the two rogues more than apparent. "Well you're probably right, but for what?", Sogai pondered the children's incentive for putting up as artsy an act as this one. Glueing antlers and a bird's beak to their face? Were they trying to convey some sort of message about the equal worth of an animal's and a human's life? Was it simple boredom?
Jolted by the noise, the artifact collector had produced by slamming his priced possession onto the table, himself, the rat turned to said collector in disbelief, as he noticed the two children scaredly scurrying through the masses like headless chickens, chirping and clacking away in fear. What had survived the ages of the fence post's earlier life, scattered across the tabletop and surrounding paving stones, the rusty nails rustling as they marbled on the floor, critters hastily searching for the shade the aforementioned shattering had deprived them of. The thief couldn't hold his outburst of laughter in, given the according comment on the mighty wielder of the caveman-club's terms of service. Tears started watering his eyes and Sogai had to hold his stomach to ease the pain in the respective muscles. "I like that guy.", the sound mage amusedly and internally noted as Connor introduced himself. Still desperately and vainly trying to cull his enjoyment, Sogai reached out to the man in response: "Sogai, my friend."
Clad in a simple blue-ish-purple-y work attire, the thief was not at all proficient in his color knowledge, Connor kept a slouching position, quite similar to the rat, and declared himself a successful entrepreneur. He elicited a pressed but honest chuckle from Sogai with said overestimation and an ironic comment thereafter: "And quite the cunning one, at that." Given the white-hair's demeanor, the witty thief guessed this man to be a rogue, smashing a rotten fence post onto a table to scare some children away out of annoyance, in broad daylight on a bustling marketplace mind you, did seem like a fairly uncommon thing to do. This entire situation had proven a much needed uplifting to the Shengxiao's mood, which had been darkened by his reminiscience of the obligatory glorious olden days, when Nairn had been one of his rather frequent visits.
Taking a deep pull from his cigarette, Sogai jumped off the table, grabbed one of the apples and placed it right in front of his newly found acquaintance. Expertly mimicking a noble's airs and graces, the thief slightly bowed with a hand layed on his stomach and chattered: "A parting and a gift of gratitude, dear Connor." Rising back up and sporting a wide and mischiveous grin, he continued: "May we meet again, funny odd fellow." Tipping his bandaged right hand to his hat and turning on his heels, Sogai would swiftly disappear into the surging waves of marketplace clientele.
