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[open] Catch-All
🧙 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
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⚔️️ 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?
"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 bloodIt'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.
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 remainsGriffin 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."
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."
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[Even though Griffin had gone into this job knowing that the tiny sheep could breathe fire, he's still surprised to witness it. He's totally distracted from his question by the unexpected fire breath and Gokudera's immediate counter to it.]
Hey, that was really awesome! Nice work!
[The sheep bleats quietly and shuffles its feet. It looks like it's thinking about making a bid for sweet sweet freedom, but it's only about half-sheared. Anecdotal evidence heavily implies that dogs occasionally experience embarrassment from bad haircuts; maybe sheep do, too.]
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[Gokudera stares at Griffin. Either he's blessed with those cheekbones, or his cheeks are a product of losing the roundness of youth.]
Maybe just recently eighteen. I thought for sure you were around my age.
[Bummer. Gokudera doesn't like anyone older or younger than him]
Yeah, I've been practicing.
[Just sittin outside practicing blowing bubbles, seeing how big he can bend his light magic into them, how quickly, whether or not wind fucks it up or how durable the light-magic bubbles need to be.]
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Also it's starting to seem like Gokudera is actively looking for reasons to not like people, gosh.]Oh, wow, really?
[He's not particularly baby-faced. It must be his demeanor that tricks people into thinking he's so much younger than he is.]
I'm twenty-seven....And actually, I think my birthday's soon. It was April back home but August when I got here, so I gotta figure out when June should be.
[The months between the known realms never line up either, so figuring out his birthday isn't a weird concept to him. But that's not something he can easily do while he's giving this cute sheep a haircut, so that's a thought for later.]
That looks super handy. What kind of magic is it?
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Yeah.
[It's definitely in how the guy acts that makes him seem younger. Gokudera isn't staring at him, because that's rude, but considering what Griffin said on the network, the enthusiasm went a long way. That, and he's just... easier to talk to than most.]
When is your birthday?
[Gokudera's is (according to the posted date of this log) in eight days. He won't say so, though. Doesn't even tell his boss or his friends.]
Light magic.
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[No one's ever misjudged his age by such a huge margin before. Sure, it's barely ten years, but still, that's a pretty big chunk of life when you're not even thirty.]
It's June 1st! When is yours?
[Look, if someone asks when your birthday is, it's polite to ask back! He's not a rude boy, okay?]
What other things can light magic do?
[There's some crossover with the magic he's familiar with from home, but there's a lot that's new and unusual, too. Not that he's anything close to a magic scholar - back home, he's only really familiar with the spells his more magically-inclined friends cast. But it's interesting to him, either way.]
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Coming up. Doesn't really matter.
[He could always lie. It's just a birthday.]
Mostly it's shields and illusions. Sometimes I use it for cloaking...
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Cloaking? Like, going invisible?
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No. Illusions. Hey, look away really quick? I'll show you.
[And when Griffin looks back, he'll still feel the sheep beneath his hands, but the sheep is not there. It's actually just a shrub. But then it bleats, and in the blink of an eye, it's a sheep again.]
Like a really good disguise. If I put up a barrier that looks like everything around me, it's more like I'm hiding behind an illusion or I'm camouflaged.
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Okay -
[He looks away as instructed and looks back, and the sheep is a shrub!]
Oh!
[A shrub that feels exactly like a tiny sheep. And then the shrub bleats. The illusion is gone and the sheep is back.]
I get it! It's like a glamor. My mom is really good at that kind of magic, too. It's super useful.