[open] march catch-all

[leicesters]

🧙 WHO: Claude and you!
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests, being a nerd, and dumb happenings
🕒 WHEN: Throughout March
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot, the Red Springs and the Broceliande
⚠️ WARNINGS: Nothing yet.

1. RUN SNAGGLEFOOT RUN (QUEST)

[Apprehending thieves is nothing new to Claude, even if he's more accustomed to battling dangerous, heavily-armed bandits than just chasing down someone harmless yet sticky-fingered. Somehow the latter is proving much more elusive, however, and he's chased his target all the way from Camelot on horseback to try and catch up to him before he can make his escape.

Initially he'd managed to hit the thief with a curse to try and slow him down, but Snagglefoot managed to give him the slip when his curse wasn't quite what he wanted: hitting him with a binding curse only managed to immobilise one of his arms rather than his full body.

By the time Claude dismounts his horse at the springs and runs after him, he realises someone has already beaten him to the punch and -- intentionally or otherwise -- is blocking the doorway to the inn the thief had just tried to flee inside. Claude puffs, out of breath, hands on his knees.]

Grab that guy for me... would you...?

[If they hesitate for even a second, the thief might just get away again.]

2. LIBRARY

[Claude's not thrilled about being hurled into another world, what with everything resting on his shoulders at home, but it's also not the first time he's had to adjust quickly to a completely new land. His reaction in this case is to handle things just the same as he first did in Fodlan: get as much information and then some, as quickly as possible, so he can make up for any disadvantage he has in knowledge.

... Maybe he's overdoing it a little, though. It's getting close to closing hours in one of Camelot's libraries, and he still has a huge pile of unfinished books on the reading desk he's seated at, covering subjects as broad as history, magic, flora and fauna, geography, and more.

He yawns, and his familiar, a small cat-sized white wyvern, headbutts his arm -- either for attention, or just to make sure he stays awake. He pets her absently.]

We'll leave soon, just let me finish this chapter first. [He stifles another yawn. He should call it here, but he's also dreading the idea of lugging lots of heavy books back to his room.]

3. BROCELIANDE

[For anyone who might be wandering in the Broceliande, you might hear a voice complaining and cursing through the trees. Follow it to its source and you'll find Claude, who seems to be... kneeling by a stream and... crying? At the very least, there's tears streaming town his cheeks, but on a closer examination he looks more exasperated than upset.]

Ouch ouch ouch...

[He splashes his face with water to try and rinse his stinging eyes, his wyvern keeping a lookout as he does so.]

Owww. I knew I should've left that flower alone. [The wyvern trills in what sounds like agreement, or maybe because she just spotted someone approaching. Hello friend!!]

4. WILDCARD

[Choose your own prompt! If you want to plot anything out, feel free to hit me up via PM or at moonsilver.]

Comments

[leicesters]

I thought I had the right plant, but I guess you can't trust everything you read in a book.

[Especially when the pictures don't quite show the right colour of flower...]

Looks like I'll have to revise my homework. [He sighs, shaking water from his hands to dry them.] But what brings you all the way out here?

[wolfhunted]

Me? I was...just practicin' me magic.

[It still feels weird to say that out loud to someone else. Where she's from, there's no way she could be this open about having magic, and now she's in a place where everyone has some.]

Most people go to the trainin' grounds, but I like doin' it here.

[leicesters]

Ah, so you like to practice in private? I can understand that.

[He nods, and gets to his feet, picking up his wyvern as he does, blinking. Ugh... His vision is still a little blurry, but it'll have to do for now.]

What kind of magic do you have?

[wolfhunted]

Animal magic. It feels easier for me to practice it out here in the woods, especially the shape-changin' part.

[There isn't a much better way to be a wolf than in the forest.]

Is that dragon your familiar? [Robyn's never heard of a wyvern, so it looks like a dragon to her as far as she's concerned.]

[leicesters]

Ah, I'm jealous! Animal magic sounds so... liberating.

[To her question, he nods, and the wyvern scampers up onto his shoulder to get a better look at her.]

She's a wyvern, actually-- but yes, she's my familiar. Say hello, Naira. [The wyvern lets out a warbling sound.]

[wolfhunted]

It is. [It certainly felt that way for Robyn after Mebh first showed her how to be a wolf back home.]

What's a wyvern? Is that a kind of dragon?

[leicesters]

That's right. [He nods.] This one's only little, but the full-sized adults are big enough to ride into battle. I'm guessing you don't have anything like that, where you're from?

[wolfhunted]

They tell stories about dragons back home, but I've never seen a real one anywhere.

[Of course, Robyn has since learned that there is some real magic where she's from, especially after she gained some of it herself.]

I bet that would be somethin', though, riding around on a dragon.

[leicesters]

It is. [He smiles. While he'd acted jealous of her animal magic, he has to admit, riding a wyvern is the closest he'll come to soaring like a bird. Not everyone can claim to have that experience.]

It's something of a rite of passage in my homeland, to learn how to ride one. So, I guess it's not that surprising that I'd have one as a familiar, too.

[wolfhunted]

That sounds fun! I wish we had somethin' like that where I'm from. [All Robyn got for getting older was having to work in the scullery.]

Whoever brings us here must know a lot about us, if they know what familiars to give us.

[Considering how mixed up she'd gotten with wolves back home, it's no surprise she'd get a wolf as a familiar.]

[leicesters]

If what I've heard is true, there is no "whoever". Our familiars themselves are the ones who bring us here. To save us... I suppose.

[He reaches to pet his wyvern under her scaly chin.]

Although it would be pretty crazy to think there was some god or all-powerful, all-knowing mage pulling the strings, wouldn't it?

[wolfhunted]

After everythin' I've seen in the past while, I'd still believe it. [Even before she got here.]

I always thought things like this only happened in stories, even if I wished they were real. I didn't think I'd ever get mixed up in real magic.

[leicesters]

Well, this is real. It's too bad our worlds are at stake, but I suppose we can still enjoy what this world has to offer.

[Even if it's frustrating, given the situation back home.

He scrubs at his eyes one last time, but it doesn't seem to be making much difference, at this point. He'll have to wait for the pollen effects to go away on their own.]

You wouldn't happen to know the general direction to get back to the city, would you...?

[wolfhunted]

I know the way back. I go huntin' here, too, sometimes.

[Speaking of hunting, at that moment Merlyn, Robyn's hunting falcon, swoops down to land on her arm.]

And if I ever get lost, Merlyn helps me find out where to go.

[leicesters]

Merlyn? I feel like I've heard that name before.

[In a book, probably. He's been doing so much reading since he got here, it's difficult to keep up with all the information in such a short space of time.]

Anyway... Could you lead me back? I'll make sure to repay you later.

[wolfhunted]

Of course! This way.

[She starts to head towards the edge of the forest that faces Camelot, with Merlyn flying ahead of her and her wolf familiar at her side. After several visits, she's more familiar with the layout of the woods by now.]

[leicesters]

Thank you.

[His eyesight is improving since he washed his face, but he's not going to take his chances of getting lost in an unfamiliar forest. So he follows along after her.]

So, does my little guide have a name?

[wolfhunted]

'Course she does. I'm Robyn.

And you can tell me yours, after you've stepped over this root first.

[She feels it's only fair to point it out if he still has any of that stuff in his eyes. And also because it's something she's tripped over before...not that she'll admit it, of course.]

[leicesters]

Oh--! [He looks down, and while is vision is still a little blurry, he can just about make out the root she's referring to. He steps over it carefully.] Thanks.

And I'm Claude. It's a pleasure to meet you, even if I must seem like a nuisance right about now.

[wolfhunted]

It's fine, I don't mind. I like going through the forest whenever I can.

[Honestly, being able to freely go between Camelot and the forest is more than she was allowed back home.]