[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.]

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[reresurrected]

[And here Baldr had just been planning to have a nice, quiet lunch that someone else had cooked... he's on his way out of the inn when this stranger stumbles up, looking utterly winded, and suddenly that other man who had come careening through the door not thirty seconds ago makes a whole lot more sense. One man running, another giving chase... a thief, most likely, and Baldr isn't the sort of person to just ignore a crime happening right in front of him.

He glances over his shoulder to see if he can spot the other fellow, then looks back to Claude.]

That man...?

[No worries, he's got this. If there's one thing Baldr is, it's fast on his feet. He covers the short distance between himself and Snagglefoot in the span of a couple of seconds, and then...

... well. Hopefully no one will mind that he applies a bit of creative license to his interpretation of the word "grab" in that sentence-- he'll just go one step further and shoulder check the unlucky fellow, sending him stumbling backwards, and then proceed to drop down and sweep his feet right out from under him with a spinning kick, dropping him to the ground like a sack of flour. What? It served the same purpose!

Once he's satisfied that Snagglefoot is down for the count, he turns to Claude with a smile on his face.]

My apologies for getting carried away, but I simply wanted to ensure that he wouldn't escape.

[... yeah no he's not about to go anywhere anytime soon. So, uh, here you go, Claude, he's all yours.]

[leicesters]

[Claude's witnessed his share of hand-to-hand combat, both in the training grounds and on the battlefield. Still, he wouldn't say it's his forte, particularly since as an archer, it's best not to let an enemy get so close to begin with.

So following Baldr and watching him dispatch the guy with (maybe a little excessive) ease has him staring, slightly open mouthed.]

You... uh, definitely ensured that.

[reresurrected]

Did he steal something from you?

[As he says this, he looks as though he's about to bend down and start searching Snagglefoot for any sort of stolen goods. The man had certainly been running away like a common pickpocket, but... it's kind of rude to just start rummaging through someone's pockets even if he is a thief! Baldr needs some probable cause first...]

[leicesters]

Not from me, but from a jewellery shop in town. Can you find any precious gems on him?

[He steps forward, but he's keeping a safe distance, just in case the thief has any more tricks up his sleeve. If he does, one of them needs to be in prime position to stop another getaway.]

[reresurrected]

A jewelry shop?

[Baldr pauses for a moment, lifting one hand to his chin thoughtfully, then looks over his shoulder at the man on the floor.]

... this man is Snagglefoot, then?

[That's kind of a disappointment. He had originally come all the way out here in the hopes of gathering more information about said thief, but he'd been expecting someone a bit more...

... competent?]