isleofavalon | June catch-all

🧙 WHO: Emet-Selch and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: It's time to go a-questing again, alchemist continues to hone his craft
🕒 WHEN: Throughout June
🗺️ WHERE: See individual prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: None (will update as necessary)

1. Do it for the Vine 🗡️

I seek assistance in exterminating an overgrowth of seedkin. I will be departing three days hence.

Even if one doesn't see the message he puts out, one can find him at the scene: on the outskirts of Camelot, Emet-Selch surveys the damage with pursed lips. Fire would be a sure way to exterminate the vines yet it runs the risk of torching everything else as well. Especially magical fire. He has flammable concoctions made especially for this task, but he's hesitant to use them. Perhaps when they locate the parent...

If you happen to be crossing paths with him at the scene, he doesn't immediately take notice. He seems preoccupied with his own thoughts, though he will very quickly look over if someone decides to leap in and start attacking things.

2. Thunderbird 🗡️

The pursuit of unusual alchemy reagents takes one to odd places sometimes. Emet-Selch is not someone who would ordinarily volunteer to go rock-climbing, yet here he is doing just that. Unfortunately, he isn't the fittest of men. Scaling the rocks to reach one of the birds' elusive nests is trying his endurance - and patience.

About halfway up to one, he manages to clamber on to a small ledge and slumps there tiredly, breathing hard. "This had better be worth it," he growls under his breath as he takes a swig of water from his canteen.

--Or perhaps, instead, you meet him at the nest itself, tiredly setting up one of the observation cameras. Whilst technology isn't...unknown to him, he seems to be struggling with this modern brand of it. It's far more compact and advanced than that which he's accustomed to.

"Confound it," he mutters, staring at the pieces in frustration. "Why must they make it so damned small?"

3. Wildcard

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"Then, keep them off of me!" Felih calls back, before falling to his hands and knees, hands glowing as green magic begins to spread and radiate from his hands and through the earth around him. The most he can do is use his healing magic to conjure shields around himself as he stops attacking, but trying to constantly renew the shields while also channeling his green magic to this extent is taxing him.

The magic begins to pulse through the branching rivulets Felih pushes through the earth, pulsing, pulsing- and then, a concentrated glow of green begins to peek through the monstrous mass of vines before them.

"There! At its base, dead center in the core of it- if we can cut through to it, then it's finished!" Felih calls after a gasp of breath, leaping to his feet and beginning to aim his chakrams at the same spot, over, over, over, throwing them viciously and trying to cut deeper and deeper.

He's beginning to tire. With only the strength of his arm to defend Felih from the onslaught, he is fast reaching the limits of this mortal body. So as soon as Felih calls out the location of the core, he immediately switches his attention to it.

Another application of the saliva along his weapon's blade as he runs towards the spot. He's barely thinking at this point, moving purely on instinct as he carves his way into the centre. One wrong step could mean death. Just like on the battlefield. Unlike then, he only protects one other this time.

He leaps over an attempt by a vine to snare him and drives his blade home into the core. And just like that...the fight is over.

When Hades is able to plunge his sword through the great mass of plant matter and finally strike at the creature's core, Felih witnesses the wild flailing and shuddering of myriad vines and tendrils, all of which try feebly to fight the man off. But with the pelican spit coating the blade, the burning poison spreads from the core outwards, rendering the entire plant weaker and weaker, thin purple-black veins spider-webbing over the leaves.

Soon, everything was still, and Felih was left panting and relieved that it was finally over. Hopefully this meant that the many other outcrops of the main body would soon wither away and die as well..

He pads slowly over to his mate, and then leans against his side, still trying to catch his breath.

"Are you alright?" he murmurs.

It takes visible effort for him to pull his blade out. He staggers back a little then puts an arm around Felih with a sigh. All around them, the black-veined vines form a thick, tangled mass that is difficult to navigate.

"I'm fine. Merely tired. I'm not used to this level of exertion. Are you hurt?"

"No, nothing major," Felih says with a shake of his head. Somehow, despite his reckless movements, he hadn't been truly injured, and now he's just trying to calm his body down from the adrenaline rush. He's comforted by the arm around him, a soft purr starting in his chest as he leans further into his beloved.

"We did it," he says next with a laugh, the unceremonious nature of the words just making him more amused. "Ah... at least we don't have to do the cleanup. A good bath sounds good right about now..."

"More like a good sleep," he mutters. Now that the danger is past, he finds himself incredibly weary. "Let's take whatever we need to prove the kill and return home."

He's too tired to even consider harvesting this plant.

"A chunk of its core ought to do. Maybe that odd blossom at its peak there. Or perhaps some of these flytrap appendages," Felih murmurs tiredly in response, before bunting affectionately at Hades' chest. "I do implore you to at least take a brief shower before sleeping, love. Sleeping in filth is never worth it." Such a fastidious and fussy thing the Miqo'te is, about cleanliness.

"Let's go home. Do we have to present this immediately...? I'd rather wait until after washing and resting..."

"I'm sure we have time for a bath." He is tired as well but he knows that reporting the kill too late leaves open the possibility that someone else may claim their reward.

"You can stay home whilst I hand in our trophy. I'll join you afterwards?" He kisses the top of Felih's head.

Felih is so very easy to please. The kiss to the top of his head has his tail fluffing up and quivering, his purr kicking up again.

"Yes, that sounds good," he chirps. "A bath, and then you can turn in our proof while I ready the bed for a cozy nap." His ears perk up, and he bunts affectionately at Hades' chest. "Let’s hurry along, then."

He smiles back faintly, gently rubbing Felih's ear before he steps away to climb the inert mass of vines to collect proof of their kill. For a little while, he can pretend that they're simply two adventurers at the end of their quest without centuries upon centuries of difference between them. This... This is what he would like to imagine his life could have been like if he hadn't escaped the Sundering.

He finds himself looking forward to returning home - a feeling growing more and more common of late.

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think we can probably wrap it up ;u;