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Dressed in your Magic Knights uniform, it is not uncommon for a young Magic Knight to be sent to patrol the large markets in Kikka for bandits.
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]Details
Minimum Number of Players: 1 [break]Minimum Word Count: 1000 [break]Location: Kikka [break]Special Requirements: NA
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]NPC Information
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 in here. [break][break] Name of NPC: Bandits x4 per person
[break] [break]Health Limit: Intermediate [break]Physical Speed: 5 m/s [break]Physical Damage: Junior [break]Magic Element and Types: Fire, Earth, Water, Wind | Attack Creation [break]Combat Style: The bandits are selfish in nature, though will do anything to get away, even so far as working together. Be warned, while the bandits are a motley crew, they will do their best to escape, by any means possible. They use a range of copper tier elements, and will use attack creation to not only subdue their prey, but to also secure their escape. [break]Additional Information: NA
Post by Kingsley Farebrother on Mar 31, 2024 2:32:56 GMT -5
"Well at least they trust me enough to leave the headquarters, unlike those other new recruits..."
Kingsley had not spent long with his new Squad, but they had made their intentions known early, tasking many of the new recruits with 'grunt work' around the renovated castle they called home in the castle town of Kikka. Sweeping and mopping floors, dusting eaves, feeding Mana Beasts, and other grueling tasks were the older Knights' form of hazing the newbies, and while Kingsley had no problem doing chores around the base, some of the actions of the superiors didn't seem in the spirit of comradery; spilling decanters of wine, upturning plates of food, and other forms of mess-making seemed to bring them joy knowing that the junior Knights would be there to clean up after them.
Kingsley put up with it for a couple days, but once his patience ran out, he approached the Vice Captain and requested some real work. He had been chosen for his magical abilities, not his housekeeping. Besides, in a town like Kikka, there were always unscrupulous types either approaching from the Forsaken Realm to cause trouble in an urban setting or leaving the Noble Realm with ill-gotten goods in hand. The Vice Captain looked him over a couple times, a look of recognition passes his face once it reached the four-clover grimoire buckled to the younger Knight's hip. After a moment of thought, the Vice Captain relented and assigned Kingsley onto patrol duty in the local market.
Now wandering the cobblestone streets, the smell of fresh bread, roasting meat, and exotic spices wafted through the air alongside the cacophony of footsteps and chatter the throng of customers generated. Bearing his Purple Orca mantle, Kingsley stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the citizens, and for the first time since the Magic Knight Entrance Exam, it really hit him that he was no longer one of them. In his small village, Magic Knights were a rare sight, passing through for supplies or rest on their way to more important matters in far out lands, so the villagers had learned they could not rely on them for every day inconveniences. The same could not be said for Kikka, seat of the Purple Orcas, the Kingdom's Chief Defenders. Nestled in the dead center of the Common Realm, but within spitting distance of the Noble Realm, the sheer amount of foot traffic to and from attracted a sizable population to fill the market niche - and alongside the merchants, craftsmen, and innkeepers came criminals. The Clover Kingdom recognized the risk of leaving Kikka unattended, and housed the Orcas in the town's dilapidated castle.
Now a member of their illustrious crew, patrols like this would become secondhand to Kingsley, or so he thought. He was still memorizing the landmarks and street names, trying to put names to faces of the merchants, and most importantly, figuring out how exactly one was meant to patrol without making it incredibly obvious to any ne'er-do-wells lurking around the stalls and shops of Kikka's market. Kingsley decided a subtle approach would have to suffice, and began immersing himself in the market like the citizens were. After all, how could he protect the people of Kikka without learning a little bit about how they live? Turning to the nearest stand, Kingsley found an older man selling blown glass, produced by his own Flame Magic heating imported sand. Striking up a conversation with him about his craft, Kingsley listened intently and smiled, feeling a sort of fellowship with the man as a former tailor. In turn, the elderly glassblower asked the young knight how his new job had been going.
"How did you know? I suppose they only send the juniors out for these kinds of patrols. It's been alright, now that I'm not sweeping any... By the Spirits! Has it been an hour already?!" Glancing upwards at the position of the sun, Kingsley swore and apologized for taking up so much of the glass merchant's time. Turning on his heels and continuing down the cobbled streets, the young knight's eyes scanned the road for suspicious individuals. Mischievous children chased one another with sticks, while a beleaguered mother finally soothed her wailing baby with a lullaby. A tight-lipped merchant argued over the price of produce with a loud-mouthed man, while a gaggle of plain-looking teenage girls tried on scarves and asked one another for second opinions. While these occurrences would be mildly annoying to someone who preferred peace and quiet, none of them were arrestable offences. Sighing, Kingsley began to experience a bout of self doubt and questioned his worthiness as a knight.
Suddenly, the young knight felt a tug on his shoulder, turning to see a heavy-set woman with a flour-stained apron, a pained expression on her face. "You've got to stop them! They've made off with my grimoire and all of this week's Yul! The portly woman pointed towards a nearby alleyway, where the young knight caught glimpse of a trio of thieves, each carrying a brown burlap bag over their shoulder as they dashed away from the main road. Sparing no time, Kingsley stepped off of the cobbled road and moved to follow the thieves. The wide main road was juxtaposed by narrow alleyways, further constrained by abandoned crates and barrels left out to create an urban obstacle course. The thieves knocked over one such barrel in their escape, intending to cut off their pursuer and make a clean getaway. Kingsley easily bounded over the would-be blockade and continued the chase, calling out to the bakery burglars. "If you know what's good for you, you'll give up!" The young knight shouted towards his prey. If they heard him, they had no intention of obeying, and continued their swift retreat.
Rounding another corner in pursuit, the chase brought Kingsley to another cobblestone road; albeit larger than the narrow alleyway they had previously been in, the road was still significantly smaller than the main road that Kikka Market was on. Gritting his teeth, the young knight recognized that running would get him nowhere, and unbuckled his grimoire as the distance between himself and the criminals closed. The pink and gold spellbook rose to his side, unfurling its pages in anticipation of his magic. "Spider's Silken Snare!" The brunet called out, raising both arms horizontally, arms outstretched to point towards the purloining punks who stood just a few meters ahead of him. The mana in his body began to flow, forming the familiar patterns of his runic circles in the air. As the circles completed, each fired a ribbon of silk, soaring swiftly towards the two thieves trailing behind.
As the bolts of silk found purchase, they began to wind around the suspects, locking their arms in tight. A rather petite looking knot tied itself at the posteriors, leaving just enough silk to give Kingsley a leash to yank them back with. Kingsley grabbed the silken cord and began to dig the heels of his boots into the patchwork stones of the street for leverage. Though their arms were restrained, the two young men were able to resist the attempt, now dragging the young knight slowly forward despite his best efforts. "Hey! Don't just leave us here!" The two called out to their fellow thief, who had managed to keep a good distance from Kingsley the entire chase. After pleading for help, they began to call out in pain, feeling the sharp sensation of the ribbon's spines shredding their clothes and making its way into their flesh.
Word Count: 1257 | Total Word Count 1257 Combat: -20 Mana; +20 Mana (Quick Charger Perk)
Post by Kingsley Farebrother on Apr 1, 2024 9:21:14 GMT -5
Stopping in their tracks, the 'head' thief spun around to face Kingsley, face obscured by a shoddy tarp-like cloak over their shoulders."You magic knights sure think highly of yourselves..." The furthest thief mused, pulling down her black cloak to reveal a woman's face, marred diagonally by a long scar, framed with a mane of long red hair. She unclasped her grimoire from her hip and spoke the name of a spell, unleashing a lash of flame towards her blond compatriot's bindings. The flame spread along the silk, hungrily consuming it as fuel and releasing the young man. He rolled his shoulder, popping his neck with a smirk as he relished his newly regained freedom.
Sensing an opportunity, Kingsley grabbed the other man's restraint and pulled hard, dragging the still-contained criminal towards himself. The black haired man stumbled and lost his footing, falling to the young knight's feet. "Last chance to stand down before anyone gets hurt." Kingsley's knuckles went white from the tension of gripping the silk cord, and he hoped his poker face was enough to convince the thieves to stand down. They had him outnumbered, but that didn't mean he was going to just roll over either. "The only one going to be hurt is you, dork!" The blond thief responded with a stomp, calling forth a small churning wave of earth beneath him. The wave traveled forward, splitting the cobblestone road as it approached Kingsley and his prone prisoner. Kingsley tried to move out of the way, but his fear froze him just long enough to render his attempt futile, and the churning stone struck him in the leg, earning him a nasty purple bruise. The captured thief wasn't as lucky, and received a blow straight to the chest, gasping audibly as his breath escaped.
Kingsley's brow furrowed at the thief's disregard for his fellow's safety. He thought himself secure making a demand with one of their number firmly in his grasp, but they seemed to care more about their Yul than their friend. Ignoring the throbbing sensation in his right leg, Kingsley raised both arms towards the remaining thieves, "Spider's Silken Snare!". The soaring ribbons of silk caught both of them, neatly tying their arms to the sides of their chest. Already wounded from his initial restraint, the blond haired assailant fell to his knees in pain as the ribbon once again began to cut away at his already sensitive flesh. The red haired woman turned to face him, giving Kingsley an opening to yank on the cord, pulling her to the ground before him.
Satisfied in his performance, Kingsley called for a citizen to alert his fellow Purple Orcas to arrange for their arrest. While he could probably take one or two of them by himself, all three would be somewhat difficult, even if his restraints held for a while. Unfortunately for him, as he turned his back to the sacks of Yul, a gust of wind pulled them upwards, into the waiting arms of a fourth criminal waiting on the roof. "You should really learn to look up, dweeb!" He called down, catching Kingsley's attention. Before Kingsley could even respond, the fourth thief began to run, parkouring from rooftop to rooftop with the help of his Wind Magic. Stomping his foot on the ground, Kingsley knew that he could either ensure the arrest of these three, or risk all of them escaping chasing after the last one.
It would be a fool's errand, he concluded, and he chose to wait for backup to help transport the three he already caught to jail. Thankfully one of the bags had been tied to the blond man's back, hopefully containing the baker's grimoire and at least a little of her Yul. Kingsley had tried his best, but it seems he wasn't as ready as he had hoped to go out into the field. The senior Orcas relieved Kingsley of his burden, and seemed surprised that he hadn't gotten all four of them. When the Vice Captain had sent him out instead of remaining behind like the other new recruits, word had gotten around the headquarters that he was something of a prodigy. Today's events had humbled any such expectations, at the very least.
Hanging his head low, Kingsley returned to the Purple Orca headquarters, anticipating a scathing review by the Vice Captain. But when he was called to give in his report, he was surprised by what the older man had to say. "you know, most new recruits wouldn't be able to handle being outnumbered four to one. I'm glad you were able to get that woman's grimoire back, but now we've got a confirmed thief running around with a fat sack of Yul. On the bright side however, we've got three of his friends right here who can tell us where their hideout is! Giving his commanding officer a knowing look, Kingsley nodded, Right! If you'll allow me sir, I'd like to finish the job and locate this green haired criminal!" The Vice Captain chuckled at his enthusiasm, and allowed it on one condition: Kingsley wouldn't go in alone. Entering enemy territory, even within the confines of their own town, would be dangerous, and the young knight would need someone to watch his back. Kingsley slept soundly that night, his previous doubts dispelled by the Vice Captain's words. Today need not be a failure, as long as they could take what he had already done and go further!
Word Count: 913 | Total Word Count: 2170 Combat: - 35 Mana, +20 Mana, Junior Damage to Mana Skin
