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[break] An old broom-maker is residing on the outskirts of Kikka and needs your help finding magically blessed wood in the forest. He is too old to carry it back, so he needs a skilled youngling to track down and bring back 4 pieces of blessed magical wood with which he can craft brooms for his customers. As a reward, he will give you a broom!
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Minimum Number of Players: 1 [break]Minimum Word Count: 1,000 [break]Location: Kikka [break]Special Requirements: N/A
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This particular job was easy, especially for a verified Magic Knight. The client, a shopkeeper and magical crafter, had fallen and processed blessed timber in the outlying forestry, but his aging body refused to allow him to transport the material back to his workshop. Apparently the raw components had already been bundled and prepared, and all that was required was to seek the goods, collect them and transport them back to the client. This particular request was not one exclusively moved through the Knights official channels and had been advertised through many other public avenues, which was how Weed had come to find himself acting as a courier in this instance.
It was not the first time he'd acted in this capacity, after all, he was raised in a Family of traditional crafters who passed down their knowledge and teachings to their offspring for generations. And as such Weed was a part of many material transactions and collections on his workshops behalf. Truth be told jobs like this were second nature and he found an odd comfort whilst in transit. Geared and fully clad in the ebony attire of his squad, the 'Black Bulls', Weed casually paced away from the old crafters shop and towards the outskirts of the township where the Forestry was found. At this time of day the risk of running into undesirables or creatures were minimal and thus he was confident in not needing to use his Grimoire, nor the oddity Plant Magic in which he wielded, thus keeping the mystical tome firmly holstered on his hip.
The day was uneventfully dull in activity and weather. Overcast clouds and a gentle wind did little to brighten the mood, and despite the 'bustling' Castle Township there'd been nothing to capture his attention. With that he'd leave Kikkas fortified entrance, making his way out into the open and towards the Forestry block.
ENTERING THE FOREST The main road rather well maintained and rightfully so. As one of the main entrances into Clover Kingdom the trade lanes needed to be properly upheld which was paid by the taxes, levies and tolls collected by those who used the highway. But as Weed ventured further and further from the township he noticed the roads quality decline until he'd eventually find himself divulging off the beaten track, so to speak. A lightly upkept path leading into the Forestry was found and seemed to be used frequently enough as indicated by the lack of overgrown vegetation shrouding the walkway. Weed paced into the thicket of trees and shrub, his transit uninterrupted and rather smooth as he followed the precut track towards the area in which the blessed wood had previously been felled and processed for transportation. The situation got Weed thinking. The old craftsman could have been the same age, if not younger, than his recently departed Grandfather who had the privilege of handing down his skills and trade to his children. However he noticed that the elder was still applying his skills to the craft, continuing the routine of material collection all the way through the completion of creating an item. He couldn't help but feel some morsel of remorse as he contemplated his own Families situation in comparison, and the opportunity for his beloved Grandfather to enjoy the last remaining years in retirement before passing onto the next life. No doubt the old broom forger would die with his tools in his hands, with no one else to pass his skills and trade secrets to. The thought alone was enough to send a ball to his chest, forcing him to sigh deeply.
As he strolled through the path Weed noticed a small clearing of trees with logs debranched and cut into various lengths on the floor, neatly roped together.
MAGICAL FOREST The area which had been harvested for the magical wood was small and segmented. Clearly thought had been put into the chosen materials as there were smaller trees which had been left untouched whilst the oldest growths were systematically pruned and trimmed, indicating that great care had been taken into what was being taken out and what was being left behind. Weed knelt near the bundles of wood which were tied in a fashion so that the carrier could sling the bundle over his shoulder and back, allowing both hands to be free for the return home. It was an after thought that was lost on the amputee, but Weed appreciated the gesture none the less. In fact it was one of the first things the old man had asked when he approached him for the job, as to whether he'd be physically capable of transport despite his......disability.
Weed slung the materials over his torso and fastened the knot across his chest, slinging his arm through the loop and fastening the load safely. He moved slightly ajar to ensure the pack rested comfortably. Once he was confident of its harness he'd begin the trek back to the workshop within the township of Kikka, hand in the raw materials, collect his reward and move on to the next mission.
The Magical Forest, to Weed, was a privilege to walk amongst and was an activity he rarely partook in. Growing up he'd spent the majority of his time in his Families Workshop attending to duties and chores, or out within Town to either deliver product or collect various materials for commissioned work. Rarely did he have the time to indulge in his own interests, the business simply wouldn't allow it. This was more apparent once he'd set his sights on becoming a Magic Knight as he sacrificed what little time he did have available to study the magical arts once he'd obtained his Grimoire. Yet here he stood, amongst the whispering trees and its residents with the ebony robes of the 'Black Bulls' draped over his shoulders. All his hard work finally showed its dividends and he was now enjoying the fruits of his hard labour.
MAGICAL FOREST - CONFLICT The young Knight was lost in thought, clearly pondering on his advancement since obtaining his Grimoire almost half a decade ago. He reflected on the first exams he participated in, the confidence he displayed in his newly obtained magical powers and the surety of his victory. He also remembered the bitter pill he had to swallow as he lay on his back while his dark eyes stared at the sky from his back. But his time of reminiscing was interrupted as a group of birds began screeching, a biological alarm echoing around the clearing as the aviary creatures burst off from their perch and to the skies. Weed stopped as his obsidian gaze shifted from one side of the clearing to the other, his right hand sliding down to the leather bound holster holding his Tome, unclipping the hook and allowing the Grimoire to hover near his side.
Weed widened his stance as he continued to scour his surroundings. The birds which alarmed him to something sinister were long gone from the scenario and all that was left was the rustling of bush with the low growls of an unseen creature. The Knight was a stranger to these parts of the Forest so was unsure of what he'd encounter and kept his path of entry in sight incase he needed to swiftly evacuate the area. From the shadows Weed was able to see the silhouette of a quadruped animal who slowly revealed their form, with fur as deep as the tundra and fangs as long as daggers. It looked imposing, but gaunt, as if it hadn't had a meal for days causing the man to hold his breath. Hungry animals were unpredictable and reckless albeit weak.
MAGICAL FOREST - CONFLICT ii For a moment there was a tense stand off between the Common born Knight and the thin Wolf as they both stared intently into each others eyes, one snarling and bearings its fangs while the other prepared a steady flow of mana him and his Grimoire. Weed stood perfectly still, ensuring his weight was spread evenly over the tips of his feet, allowing him to make quick movements. Even though the canine was weak and starving, it would still be almost impossible to outrun it with a load of materials, and even if he discarded the items he'd not beat it in the short sprint.
With a snap of his finger his magical tome erupted open and from its pages sprouted stems of barberry as black as night, with small hooks capable of binding the most stubborn of foes. Its small vine slithered towards the creature, its movements almost snake like as it aimed to ensnare the its preys legs. To his surprise the preemptive strike missed its mark as the Wolf bounced off its back paws, springing into the sky and darting towards Weed with drooled fangs. He could see the desperate hunger in its eyes, and for a moment he'd felt pity for the beast and its struggle to survive its own trials and tribulations. Its jaws opened wide as it aimed to snap at flesh but in a moment its body felt a burden as ebony thorned tendrils constricted its front legs and sapped the last of its magical strength from its body, sending it into a state of exhaustion.
The Black Bull opened his hand, commanding his Grimoire to close and return to his grasp, where he would holster the book in its casing. He knelt down warily and checked to see the state of the Wolf, seeing its chest struggle to rise and fall as it breathed. He didn't begrudge the canine for trying to tear his throat out but he wouldn't stick around to care for it either. He'd leave a portion of dried meat near it and some bread then let nature take its course, but he'd not end its life. That went against the nature of his magic.
MAGICAL FOREST - RESOLUTION Weed made a swift retreat towards the exit of the Forest and towards the branching main stretch of road, and with the packed materials on his back he made for the fortified Township of Kikka. The return trip was as uneventful as the venture out. Travelling the main highway often afforded a certain level of safety as it was widely used, and patrolled almost often. As travelling etiquette dictated he hailed every passer-by with a friendly nod or a dip of his head, neither engaging in unnecessary banter or stopping to talk about another's business. When those of Nobility passed, depending on the House, he'd return the courtesy or avoid their gaze altogether.
He heard Kikka before he saw it. Such a bustling metropolis of trade and exchange made for loud audiences as the cogs of society and economy moved like clockwork. At the guard checkpoint he automatically reached for his papers but was waved along when they saw the dark cloak and insignia of his Squad. It was something he was still getting use to, as a crafters son from the Common Regions. There was no need to idle, and anything else could be done after he'd completed his job and returned the materials to its owner.
Weed tightened the straps across his hips and shoulders once more before walking the final stretch to the broom crafters workshop, leaning forwards slightly as the journeys length started to take its toll. No wonder the old man commissioned for this job. He swung the door open and paced through the building, lazily sliding one arm out the strap and releasing the pack, free from its burden as he placed it on the first table he could find. He looked around, his dark obsidian eyes scouring the shop for signs of the elderly crafter for whom he accepted the job. He couldn't see anyone. What he could see was a note on the counter top alongside a broom and payment. Weed could hear the scraping of metal on wood as chisel slowly carved through timber in order to shape the tools of the old mans trade. The note was simple. He was busy, here was the payment and to leave the wood on the table.
Although the transaction seemed plain and simple Weed could not help but feel a sense of remorse for the brooms man, and that was only because he could somewhat relate. Craftsman spend their lives honing their trade, learning tricks and secrets to eventually pass down to the next generation. In Weeds case it was a Tradition in the Family. But in this case it seemed he had no one to hand his tools down to.
Post by Magnus C. Aurelius✾ on Apr 29, 2022 12:17:50 GMT -5
Job Approved: Weed receives 530 Yul, 3 Gold Stars In addition Weed also gains:
Magic Broom
Rank & Element: Junior | N/A Class & Type: Magical Trinket | Imbued Magic Specializations: Supplementary Creation Appearance & Lore: This appears to be a basic broom. The broom was payment in exchange for services rendered for Kikka's once famed broom maker. Abilities: Flight
Type & Uses: Flow | 3 Active 2 Overheat Rank & Specialization: Junior | N/A Mana Cost: 8 | 4 Range & Speed: N/A | 10 m/s Stats Affected: N/A Description: This broom allows one to fly on it from one place to another. While doing so they may carry up to one other person with them. The broom may be up to 5 meters away from the wielder and still be able to remain in the air.
MADE BY NOVA
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