open 👊 quests & catch-all for may

[feisticuffs]

🧙 WHO: Jade & various!
⚔️️ WHAT: May quests and catch-all.
🕒 WHEN: Throughout the month.
🗺️ WHERE: Various.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Nothing of note for now.


i. no buccaing out

[Jade’s last trip to the Silent Shore had been on the way to see the Archivist shortly after her own arrival. The skirmish with the orc raiders at the time had kept her from being able to appreciate either the scenery or the fact that there was a community of naga nearby, but the call for help and a request for extermination had certainly caught her attention. She’s grateful that this time, they’re just near enough to the edge of the Shore that talking is possible, though it would be easy to miss if one weren’t listening carefully. It makes sense that the victims are unable to scream when hushed tones are forced by the environment, and her chest feels tight as she thinks of all those victims who had been slowly, painfully preyed on by the nudibranchs without being able to call for help.

Extermination it is.

She exhales, propping the end of her spear against the sand beside her and offering the flask of underwater breathing potion to her questing companion.]

After you— if you’re ready, that is?

ii. a stone’s throw from revenge

[Is it really so much to ask, to be allowed to sit and enjoy a quiet afternoon in a café with a book and a plate of biscuits? Apparently so, if the boulder that comes sailing through the front window of said café is to be believed, and for a moment, Jade finds herself stunned as it lands just past her table and skids across the floor, slamming into the opposite wall and leaving debris and wreckage in its wake. The vibrations are enough to send her tea and the book she had been reading flying in different directions, and while the source of the attack is certainly a concern, her immediate reaction is to spring to her feet and quickly survey the damage, looking for any sign of anyone who may have been struck or knocked aside by the the assault.]

Is everyone okay?!

[She’ll gladly assist anyone who may have need of it, but once that’s through, she’ll turn towards the gaping hole in the wall and curl her fingers into tight fists at her side.]

Take cover, just in case another follows— I’m going out there!

[Seems like a waste of time to use the door at this point, so she deftly clears the rubble and heads outside to investigate, her duster trailing behind her, and emerges just in time to see another boulder go sailing overhead, past the café and crashing through the roof of a shop two doors down. Scowling, she looks towards the source, which immediately becomes apparent.

Ah. That’s one big Minotaur.]

Somehow, I get the feeling that negotiating is right out.

[Fine with her— she’ll immediately take off in the Minotaur’s direction, and will gladly join forces with anyone else who intends to take it on. The “how” of it is still unclear, even en route, but one thing is certain: it needs to be stopped before someone is killed, if they haven’t been already. The property damage is bad enough, but there’s far more at stake here.]

iii. wildcard

[Obligatory wildcard option! If one of the above doesn’t work for you, feel free to approach one of those prompts from another angle or leave your own starter, or hit me up if you want to work something out together.]

Comments

[warbun]

[Lizzie's unease is less existential and more in the experience she's had with it. Being able to sense as much as blood magic allows has been unnerving, let alone the knowledge that she can control and read people with it. Those are the sorts of things that have never sat well with her, and there's a part of her that resents being given that capability.]

I don't either, although I suspect I wouldn't feel much even if it did. But I'll keep an eye on myself all the same.

[After a pause, she pokes first her fist and then Jade's arm with the tiny knife. It's basically a blood-toothpick.]

You think we can sharpen these using traditional methods?

[feisticuffs]

[That little poke is so difficult to feel that she can't help letting out a soft, amused chuckle before looking at her own blade from another angle.]

I suppose it's worth trying. I hadn't thought of that, but if they're meant to be strong enough to be used in combat, then it stands to reason they can be sharpened the same way as a typical blade. Of course, being magic, perhaps 'typical' is out of the question entirely, but there's only one way to find out.

[If they can find a way to sharpen imperfect weapons, that's a reasonably stop-gap until they get better at crafting them in the first place, though Jade doesn't typically like to allow herself to rely on shortcuts. This one may be worth investigating, however, even if only for curiosity's sake.]

Or perhaps— if they're made from our blood, their shape may not be final. Further focus and concentration may help them along, as well, though that will certainly mean more practice.

[Not a problem, even so. She trains every day; no reason this can't be part of it.]

[warbun]

Oh, that's a good theory as well. We'll have to test both ways, for science.

[The more they treat this like an exploration, the more palatable it all is. And honestly, spending time with Jade is just enjoyable either way. The two of them are made of similar stuff.]

I believe we have our marching orders for now. Are you good to clean up and call our progress good?

we can probably fade this soon but Jade desires a training montage

[feisticuffs]

[Jade is very much agreed— the more methodical they can be about their approach, the less it feels like something taboo. It's a small buffer, but it's enough.

She nods, giving that dagger of hers a more enthusiastic spin than her previous, more delicate examinations.]

I'd say we've both had enough of blood magic for now. Good progress for today— but if you'd like to do some more traditional training before, perhaps, heading off to find something to eat, I wouldn't say no.

[FIGHT HER, LIZZIE, and then let's go find sandwiches.]