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isleofavalon2021-02-15 06:05 pm
standvastig) wrote in isleofavalon2021-02-15 06:05 pm
February catch-all
🧙 WHO: Hendrik and OPEN
⚔️️ WHAT: Arrival, settling in, quests
🕒 WHEN: February
🗺️ WHERE: Dependent on prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A
Arrival
[Hendrik awakens to his body hitting the water, and a rush of terrible deja vu almost overwhelms him. The struggle of tearing at his cloak and armor, his pride and protection turned into terrible anchors dragging him into the depths. The fear of his last moments being spent in suffocating blackness.
He still doesn't know how he made it to the shore on that day when the world tree fell. His armor was long gone, lost to the abyss, and his king lay on the surf, unconscious.
He has no armor this time, only struggling now against the clothes on his back. And when he breaks the surface, he is greeted by light -- not the darkness that permeated over the land and blotted out the sun in the sky.
It's enough to make him shiver in bewilderment even before he starts towards an unfamiliar shore. He barely pays attention to a platypunk upon the back of an ice turtle, squinting at it when he notices the duo following him to the edge of the water.]
The Red Spring - training grounds (during or after arrival trip)
[At a certain level, Hendrik is not worried by the revelation that the magic from his world does not work in this new one. It's strange, yes, but his magic has been more of a supportive force to his main skills.
That doesn't mean he shouldn't try to understand that which is supposed to "replace" his lost magic. Meditation isn't something he has had to do in the name of learning spells before, but the dedication is a familiar enough concept.
When he isn't trying his hand at learning of his magic, he takes to sword training at the edge of the grounds, not wanting to disturb those there to practice magic. His intimidating stature is something he is quite aware of, after all. And something he will apologize for, if he happens to scare a passerby with swinging his large greatsword.]
Taking in the City
[A rather lavish free room, a free selection of food in the morning... Though he knows the setup to be temporary, Hendrik finds himself impressed. The kingdom must be prosperous to be able to to afford such an arrangement to cater to those newly arrived.
And their familiars.
As he eats the apple that is part of his breakfast, Hendrik glances at the platypunk sitting next to him on the bench. Apparently familiars could talk? That should not be a surprise in itself, given he's known some monsters to talk in Erdrea, but the platypunk has yet to say a word to him.
But it does seem to be convinced it's his familiar, as the end of its prehensile tail is wrapped around his forearm.]
...Shall we go for a walk?
[He tentatively inquires of the familiar. The platypunk makes a quack-like noise and hops up, holding its own breakfast apple as it follows after Hendrik.]
Quest: A Tall Order
[...Why did he decide this was a good idea?
As he holds up the chair on which one of many elves perches like an overly proud king, Hendrik can hear the other elves squabbling among themselves. He turns a faintly exasperated look at one of the other ... volunteers to the situation.]
I take it you thought this was a good idea as well.
Wildcard
[Got an idea? Hit me up!]
⚔️️ WHAT: Arrival, settling in, quests
🕒 WHEN: February
🗺️ WHERE: Dependent on prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS: N/A
Arrival
[Hendrik awakens to his body hitting the water, and a rush of terrible deja vu almost overwhelms him. The struggle of tearing at his cloak and armor, his pride and protection turned into terrible anchors dragging him into the depths. The fear of his last moments being spent in suffocating blackness.
He still doesn't know how he made it to the shore on that day when the world tree fell. His armor was long gone, lost to the abyss, and his king lay on the surf, unconscious.
He has no armor this time, only struggling now against the clothes on his back. And when he breaks the surface, he is greeted by light -- not the darkness that permeated over the land and blotted out the sun in the sky.
It's enough to make him shiver in bewilderment even before he starts towards an unfamiliar shore. He barely pays attention to a platypunk upon the back of an ice turtle, squinting at it when he notices the duo following him to the edge of the water.]
The Red Spring - training grounds (during or after arrival trip)
[At a certain level, Hendrik is not worried by the revelation that the magic from his world does not work in this new one. It's strange, yes, but his magic has been more of a supportive force to his main skills.
That doesn't mean he shouldn't try to understand that which is supposed to "replace" his lost magic. Meditation isn't something he has had to do in the name of learning spells before, but the dedication is a familiar enough concept.
When he isn't trying his hand at learning of his magic, he takes to sword training at the edge of the grounds, not wanting to disturb those there to practice magic. His intimidating stature is something he is quite aware of, after all. And something he will apologize for, if he happens to scare a passerby with swinging his large greatsword.]
Taking in the City
[A rather lavish free room, a free selection of food in the morning... Though he knows the setup to be temporary, Hendrik finds himself impressed. The kingdom must be prosperous to be able to to afford such an arrangement to cater to those newly arrived.
And their familiars.
As he eats the apple that is part of his breakfast, Hendrik glances at the platypunk sitting next to him on the bench. Apparently familiars could talk? That should not be a surprise in itself, given he's known some monsters to talk in Erdrea, but the platypunk has yet to say a word to him.
But it does seem to be convinced it's his familiar, as the end of its prehensile tail is wrapped around his forearm.]
...Shall we go for a walk?
[He tentatively inquires of the familiar. The platypunk makes a quack-like noise and hops up, holding its own breakfast apple as it follows after Hendrik.]
Quest: A Tall Order
[...Why did he decide this was a good idea?
As he holds up the chair on which one of many elves perches like an overly proud king, Hendrik can hear the other elves squabbling among themselves. He turns a faintly exasperated look at one of the other ... volunteers to the situation.]
I take it you thought this was a good idea as well.
Wildcard
[Got an idea? Hit me up!]
no subject
[Diplomatic is hardly the first thing that Hendrik would say to describe himself, and it surprises him to some degree to hear it said of him at all. But perhaps their ideas of what it meant to be diplomatic were quite different, just like his idea of a "quest" did not involve anything like carrying sedan chairs in a parade.
This world is already turning out to be a strange one.
He cranes his neck to look past another sedan chair ahead of them; the loosely organized parade seems to still be marching with no visible end in sight.]
I was not thinking so far ahead. I am-- ah, a newcomer to this island, and I wished to understand these available requests.
[...He sighs.]
This one seemed the least objectionable.
no subject
[Maybe it'd have to take a total newbie to sign up for something like this. Maybe that's how they're getting shit done here! Surely no experienced knight or lord would volunteer for this job. . . . Though not all of the others had sounded especially chivalrous, either. Objectionable, that's a good word. Kadoc lets out a low sigh, but at least having a conversation is distracting from just repeating in his head over and over again, This sucks. This fucking sucks! I'm gonna pass out! That inner monologue had not been helping him keep up his strength.]
I probably arrived the same time you did, if we're both newcomers. I'm not exactly the quest type, but I'm not the sitting around doing nothing type either. So I decided to check them out. I can't say I liked everything I saw.
no subject
[He shakes his head, frowning as he averts his attention away from the far distance and more to what's ... well, more in his immediate presence.]
No, upon second thought, I have to agree. If what was available is a good sample of "quests" on this island, it seems a number of them will be objectionable in some form.
[Hendrik grimaces as the sedan in front of them is jostled by unbalanced volunteers. At least they aren't the only ones having trouble with this entire situation.]
I must admit, I do not know how to find a "normal" job, though.
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. . . What'd you do back home?
[He has some guesses, but you can't judge by appearance, he knows. Maybe this guy had been a pastry chef! And not the military man he certainly comes off as, between his bearing and his polite language.]
That's probably the best place to start. But depending on your position, I can see why it might be hard to work back into it in here.