isleofavalon | [open] march catch-all

🧙 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.]

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This, you mean?

[ She says, lifting a small pouch in her hand. Apparently this is what happens when a career rogue goes up against a career thief - that swipe of her hand hadn't been meant to grab him. She gives the bag a little shake, the jewels therein clacking together lightly.

Snagglefoot looks her way, and Blaze simply sticks the bag of gems down the front of her shirt, nestling it deep in her cleavage. ]

You're free to take it back, if you're keen on losing your hand.

Never thought I'd be jealous of some jewels. [Claude remarks dryly as he watches just where she'd stashed that pouch.

Oh, right, but he still has a struggling thief under him. He pins him down just long enough to bind his hands tightly -- this time with rope rather than his decidedly more unreliable dark magic -- then hauls him up to his feet.]

Phew... Thanks for helping. It was lucky you showed up when you did.

You can help fish them out later.

[ Is this really the time to be flirting... Blaze seems to think so. Claude has the thief well in-hand, so she simply sidles up alongside him to be big an intimidating in case Snagglefoot gets the idea to run. ]

I could say the same for you. I thought I'd lost track of him for a bit there.

Seems like we're pretty good at helping each other out. [Is he even talking about the thief any more... Who knows.]

Unless you have one of those totem things people use to get around, we'd better ride back to the city to turn him in. You ready?

[Claude begins to drag the thief out of the inn, tossing an apology over his shoulder to the startled inn staff. At least no one was hurt.]

We ought to pair up more often. [ Who knows, indeed.

As they leave the inn, Blaze takes up the rear, keeping herself between the thief being hauled along and any route of escape. ]

Gods, I wish I teleported, but I rode out here. It’ll be nice to have some company on the way back to the city.

Right. Hopefully my horse didn't run off... Ah!

[He'd kind of just ditched it in a hurry, but sure enough, the mare is still grazing placidly by the side of the road, apparently uninterested in the thief drama unfolding in the inn. Claude makes sure to haul the thief up onto his horse first, tying his restraints to the saddle just in case he tries to toss himself off, then Claude climbs up onto the horse's back behind him.

That done, he'll wait for Blaze to grab her horse before they set off.]

[ She lingers around a bit as Claude gets the thief situated. The details of the quest made it quite clear that Snagglefoot could be quite wily, and Blaze is careful not to give him an opening to slip away through. Once he’s securely lashed to Claude’s saddle and Claude himself is in place, she jogs a short way away to grab her own mount - a big, docile drought horse.

Admittedly, she’s more experienced with chocobos, so she counts herself lucky to have been given a patient mount. She manages to pull her horse up alongside Claude’s easily enough. ]

I’d say I’ll race you, but I think the horses have had enough running for one day.

I'm pretty sure you'd win, anyway. [Claude pats the horse's neck.] This poor girl has some extra weight to carry.

['You could let me go and get home quicker!' Snagglefoot suggests, and Claude just pokes him sharply in the back of the head to shut him up.]

Eh, just be glad I'm not making you walk behind the horse, sticky fingers. [He sets his steed off at an easy trot. Unlike Blaze, he's very accustomed to horses, so he doesn't mind the extra luggage onboard.]

You say that, but I’m a poor hand at handling horses. Give me a sturdy chocobo any day.

[ So, it’s just as well that Claude is the one bearing the thief back to the city. It takes a bit more persuasion on her part to get her horse to trot alongside Claude’s, but once she does she lets out a little laugh. ]

You can’t blame him for trying. Though, if he were a real rum cove, he wouldn’t have stolen out of the city in the middle of the ruddy day.

Stealing from your own workplace is also way too obvious. I mean, what'd you expect? At least steal a little more, if you're going to take advantage of having that kind of access.

[The thief lapses into disgruntled silence, so Claude looks back at Blaze.]

What's a chocobo, anyway?

[ Apparently Mister Snagglefoot doesn’t take constructive criticism! Oh well, his loss. Blaze shrugs, laughing again. The poor man must be wishing he’d flung himself at the authorities himself, instead. ]

Chocobos are… hm, they’re large birds. They’re primarily used as mounts where I’m from, and come in all sizes and colors. Horses are not as common.

Riding a bird seems kind of...

[Not weird, exactly, but a bad idea. He can't really imagine it.]

I dunno, aren't they easily spooked? Can you even ride something like that into battle?

Not at all! Chocobos can be fiercely loyal and protective. Many soldiers and adventurers train their birds to help them in battle. My own Rosepetal could lay a coeurl flat in a single kick!

[ Bringing up her own chocobo is a bit of a bittersweet thing. She does wish Rosepetal could be here with her, but in the end she knows it’s better that her dear bird is back home. Blaze can’t very well keep a Roegadyn-sized chocobo around while she’s living out of an inn room. ]

You ride wyverns where you’re from, right?

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