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[icastsword]

🧙 WHO: Griffin O'Callahan and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests & Tasks
🕒 WHEN: The month of September
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot & the Land of Rot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Theatrical dismemberment & mostly fake blood; Undead creatures, destruction of remains

Questboard Task: Shear Determination

The tiny sheep are enchanting. Griffin is not at all put off by the fact that they belch fire, being fairly fire-resistant himself. He turns to his sheep-shearing buddy (that's YOU!) with a big derpy smile. He is genuinely pleased to be here, and looking forward to the work.

"Do you want me to hang on to them while you shear, or the other way around?"

Griffin is built like a man who could easily restrain a normal-sized sheep, so these miniature woolies should pose no issue. He's also built like a man who could headbutt a normal-sized sheep, because he's got the rack for that particular activity, too.

The rack in this instance refers to his horns, but his pecs are also pretty spectacular.

What do you do?

Questboard Task: Cult Classic

CW: theatrical dismemberment and (mostly) fake blood

It's evening, the sun has gone down, and Griffin is meandering his way back to the inn. He's taking his time and checking out a new little side-street he hasn't gone down before. There are some neat-looking little shops lining the walk, and he's taking his time checking out the window displays as he passes by. He's been on the lookout for hats. Not for himself, but for Daisy. He and his parents had put together quite a nice collection of cute hats for his pet tarantula back home, and none of them have turned up in Avalon. Now that he's settling in and got a bit of an income, he's on the lookout to build her a new collection here.

Since he's paying more attention to the windows than to what's in front of him, it's not really a surprise when he bumps into someone dressed head to foot in black armor.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching --"

"None shall pass." The be-armored individual interrupts him, and he blinks when he notices how cheap the armor appears.

"Er, sorry?" Griffin is confused.

"NONE shall pass." The line is repeated with more emphasis. Griffin tilts his head to one side as he considers this, before shrugging.

"Oh, well, if you say so. I don't want to cause any trouble." It's a little annoying, but he turns around and begins to go back the way he came. He'll just pop back out into the main street and use his usual route back to the inn.

There is silence from the figure for several long moments as Griffin retreats, ostensibly as they process what has just happened. They were clearly expecting a different reaction, and now they have to skip half their lines.

"Oh I see, running away, eh? You yellow bastard!"

Griffin has been called some unpleasant names in the past, but "yellow" is a new one on him. He pauses for long enough to turn back to look at the figure, and (Dex Save: 18+3) just manages to avoid being hit by what looks like a flung mannequin limb covered in cheap black armor.

"Er, no? What? What is happening?"

The Black Knight now appears to be missing their entire right arm and is spurting an impressive amount of (probably) fake blood from their disarmed shoulder. When Griffin turns back to face them, they charge. "Have at you!!"

This lad is not familiar enough with Earthly pop culture to recognize what is happening. Someone please help him.

September Prompt: ⦿ The Fighting Badass

CW: Undead creatures, destruction of remains

Griffin isn't particularly bothered by undead, so wading into the Land of Rot for a little daytime zombie-farming hadn't been a big deal. All told, the undead around here are pretty slow and dull, so knocking a few animated skeletons apart and gathering up their scattered bones hadn't exactly been backbreaking work. He generally gets a better workout manning the forge. So he's still feeling plenty energetic upon settling down to camp for the night, which is why he offers to stand watch.

Things are pretty peaceful until just a bit after midnight, when the quiet is broken by a poorly-stifled yelp of surprise from your friendly neighborhood tiefling.

"Ow! Hey, knock it off." He's trying his best to be quiet, but the sensation of teeth chomping down near the tip of his tail catches him off guard. Griffin whips said tail around in front of himself for the purpose of removing the animated skull that's latched on there. It's been undead for long enough that nearly all of its sinew has rotted away, so there's very little strength behind the chewing. It's just an uncomfortable sensation Griffin would prefer to cease. Prying the skull from his tail takes no time at all, mostly because the motion completely dislodges the thing's jaw. It drops away and clatters to the ground.

"Oh, shoot. Ugh," He leans over to retrieve the jaw with his free hand, and just happens to glance up to see he hadn't been as quiet as he'd hoped. His red eyes have no iris or pupil, but do have the tapetum lucidum membrane that reflects light and causes the unsettling appearance of glowing in the dark. So there's just a behorned, glowing-eyed demon lad with a skull in one hand and a jaw in the other grimacing apologetically in your direction, now.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

OOC: Prose or [brackets] is fine, I'll match your format. HMU at gundamkiwi if you'd like to chat, ask questions, or plot!

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"What? Oh, man, why didn't you say something before? I brought plenty to eat!" Griffin absolutely just heard his companion's stomach rumble, even from that short distance, and immediately begins digging in his pack for the rations he packed. "Are there any nuts you don't eat? I've got this trail mix." He holds up a bag containing said mix. "I've also got some jerky, I think it's..." he squints briefly at said jerky in an effort to identify it. "Beef or venison, if you have a preference. And some apples, and dried apricots!"

He pulls each item he lists out of his pack as he lists them, and once they're all gathered, offers the whole lot over without any ceremony whatsoever. "Should I build up the fire a little bit?" He can see just fine in the low light, but he knows not everyone can, so it might be helpful to his companion while he's eating.

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Say something? That's difficult at best for Century Egg. Mostly because;

"... Didn't know." When you live centuries without actually needing to eat, you have problems actually identifying the sensation when it starts to hit. He blinks as all the food is pulled out and handed to him, and stares at it for a good minute. He's best off eating something that provides sustenance for the longest amount of time so...

Venison jerky it is. Or. Well, one of the jerkies. He can't be fully sure which.

"I see better, in the dark." Which is true. Not well, but better than by light. But the dark is—

let's just say he's grateful for the glow this man's eyes give off.

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Griffin blinks in surprise at the response to his question - mostly because it prompts even more questions.

"You...didn't know? You didn't know you could ask, or...?"

He waits patiently while his companion chooses from among his offerings. Once the selection is made, he sets everything else aside, though he doesn't put it away. They've had a pretty long day, and he wants the rest of the food easily to hand in case Century Egg wants to eat something else after the jerky.

[fellsound]

"... No."

No he didn't know he could ask. Normally his questions are reserved as a response, if he needs more explanation on an order, or needs to prompt Cordyceps to continue. And beyond that, once he gets done chomping down with a vigour and lack of reserve that would certainly have had him punished by Xuan Wu, he adds;

"I don't... get hungry, where I come from." When he was a Food Soul. But he isn't one any more, is he? He can't feel Soul Power. Can't exist without the need to eat. Probably can't reincarnate, or live through...

well.

Things.

"Do you?" Back home. Do you get hungry?

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Observing the enthusiasm with which Century Egg consumes the jerky, Griffin is both glad he offered the food and slightly concerned that he may not have brought enough. His response to Griffin's question, and then his follow-up question back have Griffin tilting his head curiously.

"Do I get hungry? Yeah, constantly." It takes a lot of energy to keep this big athletic body going strong, so yes. "Was that enough? Do you want anything else?" he is absolutely offering the other rations he had packed again, holding them out for Century Egg to pick from. "I bet feeling hungry must be really weird if you're not used to it, huh?"

[fellsound]

He's thought, once or twice, that these kinds of bodies are limiting and strange. But the hunger pangs are another level of frustration entirely.

"I don't like it." No wonder some humans get so grumpy. This is different to any pain he remembers from his life so far, and unlike physical injury, his body doesn't seem dulled to it.

Ugh.

"... Is that okay?" That he takes more, that is? He'd like a refund on this being human thing, thank you.

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"Yeah! Eat as much as you want. We'll be getting back into town tomorrow, so we can get more then."

Things might be a little lean in the morning come breakfast time, but it's not a huge deal. Like he said, they'll be back in town tomorrow evening, so it's fairly likely they won't starve.

[fellsound]

Well, in that case... another piece of jerky. Though, at least this time he chews more thoughtfully and slowly, staring at the other man as he does.

Probably not the most polite thing, but he's a nice light source.

"You're not... human, are you?" Because Century Egg knows he's missed a lot while in the tomb, but he's pretty sure humans didn't develop glowing eyes in that time.