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ʙᴇʀsᴇʀᴋᴇʀ [ Cᴜ́ Cʜᴜʟᴀɪɴɴ Aʟᴛᴇʀ ] ([personal profile] curruid_coinchenn) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-09-08 10:04 pm

Septeril Quest and Catch-All Log [OPEN]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and you!
When: Throughout Septeril
Where: Various places
What: Quests and event threads and other things
Warnings: None so far but check the thread headers for specific warnings


[ 1. An Apple A Day (Wilde Quest #3) ]

[ It's difficult to disturb someone who's been plagued by nightmares for most of their life. Memories of bloody battlefields, mountains of corpses, a wall built from the bones of his enemies...What the moths are showing him in an attempt to get him to go away is nothing his own mind hasn't shown him before. Even the bloodied dead bodies of his bonded aren't enough to disturb him.

It seems that whoever he's working alongside to eliminate the moths isn't as lucky, though. Berserker gives them an indifferent look. ]


Get a hold of yourself...Do you always give in so easily? If you do, you might have a worse problem here soon.

[ Because how do you deal with nightmarish illusions? You fight them with ones of your own -- in this case, his poison breath. ]

[ 2. Wildcard ]

[ Got an idea? Did we plot something out? Drop me a starter or PM me here/on discord glitzkrieg#0673! ]

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[personal profile] grandspark 2020-10-10 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Rude gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and concentrated on his breathing. He didn't normally want to get into a fight so badly. Sure, sometimes he went looking for a thrill even when one wasn't offered through his line of work for the day. But it wasn't usually like this.

He enjoyed a good fight. Was content with his job leading down that path more often than not. But he felt different right now and that was irksome.

...Maybe it was just the toxins. He felt a little ill again as the thought settled. At least it also had the added benefit of calming his fevered mind. There was no reason for this. He'd let this one go. For now.

He let the tension leave him completely and glared daggers at Berserker's back for a moment as he tried to adjust to sight once he opened his eyes again. His vision spun and he finally gave way, turned from the big dragon and gave up the would-be fight. He needed a place to sit down and rest, and try to calm his messed up head. Or sleep it off.

He walked away. Reluctantly, but for the best. He walked away and didn't look back. But he would remember.]