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middaeg2020-08-06 03:01 pm
omnicrafter) wrote in middaeg2020-08-06 03:01 pm
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Who: Irhya Pendhula and others, including possibly you!
When: Aguril
Where: Various places
What: Some open prompts for quests!
Warnings: N/A at the moment, possible violence later.
1) Loosely Threaded
[You may be on the other end of a string these days. Unfortunately, the other half of the string has been pulling on it. Incessantly. She prowls around town, primarily during twilight with her cloak on, to try and locate the other half of her connection, examining the responses of other people around her every time she makes a tug on the line.
Trouble is, there's also a giant cobweb of these strings to contend with, so it's hard to tell even if someone does act like their link is being pulled on. She tries following the thread to its end instead... surely if she follows it for long enough, she'll be able to narrow down where the end point is?
Even if that happens to be at someone's house. She knocks on one door and prays to the gods she doesn't look like an idiot for this.]
2) Revenge of the Worms
Aww, who's a good little wormie...
[Scraping the algae off the walls with her nails is a pain in the arse, but it works. If she gets all of it, that means they'll naturally be drawn to her, right? There's a worm right next to her gnawing happily at the wall, and she seems unbothered by how unsightly it is, occasionally dropping bits of the stuff into its mouth while being careful to avoid the teeth. Horseworms... who knew.
Her ears twitch, however, and she is quickly alerted to another presence, perhaps multiple presences in the area. She can hear the skittering steps of another worm very close by, and drops the pile of algae to keep it distracted and calm while she runs to check it out. It turns out to be a worm ridden by a nomad, using it like a battle steed to protect them -- perhaps knowing that the handlers will want to avoid friendly fire.
But with just a sword, and one this large, Irhya runs a huge risk of doing just that. She doesn't want to hurt the worm, but the one on its back...]
Hey. [She flags someone down nearby.] If you're free, I could use a hand with one. I need to separate a worm from its rider, but I don't have much means to do so myself...
3) For Emet-Selch (Lady in the Lake)
[It has been a while since the last spat they had. Long enough, she supposes, that she can approach him again, though she thinks the better of going into his space to do so. Instead, she ambushes him in the kitchen, sitting at the table in waiting because she knows he'll eventually have to come and feed himself.
...She may have been waiting a while now, evidenced by the small embroidery hoop on the table next to her to keep her busy with.]
Hi. Are you busy today?
[She's fully expecting an answer like, "for you, I'm always busy" or some such, but she'll give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Maybe he's cooled off enough with time...?]
When: Aguril
Where: Various places
What: Some open prompts for quests!
Warnings: N/A at the moment, possible violence later.
1) Loosely Threaded
[You may be on the other end of a string these days. Unfortunately, the other half of the string has been pulling on it. Incessantly. She prowls around town, primarily during twilight with her cloak on, to try and locate the other half of her connection, examining the responses of other people around her every time she makes a tug on the line.
Trouble is, there's also a giant cobweb of these strings to contend with, so it's hard to tell even if someone does act like their link is being pulled on. She tries following the thread to its end instead... surely if she follows it for long enough, she'll be able to narrow down where the end point is?
Even if that happens to be at someone's house. She knocks on one door and prays to the gods she doesn't look like an idiot for this.]
2) Revenge of the Worms
Aww, who's a good little wormie...
[Scraping the algae off the walls with her nails is a pain in the arse, but it works. If she gets all of it, that means they'll naturally be drawn to her, right? There's a worm right next to her gnawing happily at the wall, and she seems unbothered by how unsightly it is, occasionally dropping bits of the stuff into its mouth while being careful to avoid the teeth. Horseworms... who knew.
Her ears twitch, however, and she is quickly alerted to another presence, perhaps multiple presences in the area. She can hear the skittering steps of another worm very close by, and drops the pile of algae to keep it distracted and calm while she runs to check it out. It turns out to be a worm ridden by a nomad, using it like a battle steed to protect them -- perhaps knowing that the handlers will want to avoid friendly fire.
But with just a sword, and one this large, Irhya runs a huge risk of doing just that. She doesn't want to hurt the worm, but the one on its back...]
Hey. [She flags someone down nearby.] If you're free, I could use a hand with one. I need to separate a worm from its rider, but I don't have much means to do so myself...
3) For Emet-Selch (Lady in the Lake)
[It has been a while since the last spat they had. Long enough, she supposes, that she can approach him again, though she thinks the better of going into his space to do so. Instead, she ambushes him in the kitchen, sitting at the table in waiting because she knows he'll eventually have to come and feed himself.
...She may have been waiting a while now, evidenced by the small embroidery hoop on the table next to her to keep her busy with.]
Hi. Are you busy today?
[She's fully expecting an answer like, "for you, I'm always busy" or some such, but she'll give him the benefit of the doubt for now. Maybe he's cooled off enough with time...?]