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Silver Cove Quest - Part 3 - Beqanna Fairy - 12-28-2018 Round 3 The shifting monsters in these mountains are not subject to the whim of the fae and nor are they under their protection. For all that this Plague affects them too, the benefits of a thousand endless meals will always be more alluring that altruism. The creatures mouths will open wide, so wide they might swallow an entire horse. And they do. A few scratches and bruises are no deterrent, and the persuaders will find themselves in endless – painless – darkness. The last glimpse of light disappears between sharp teeth, and for a long time there is nothing but the too-warm, too-damp, too-tight belly of the beast. There is much to be said for the type of bravery it takes to confront a monster rather than to flee to safety and for the strength of character it takes to use speech when violence might be faster. However, to say such things, one must be alive, and reasoning with a ravenous monster is so rarely the path to eternal life. @[Mary], @[Kagerus], @[Briella], @[Nocturne], @[Aegean], and @[Wonder] have been eliminated. They will find themselves waking, damp and covered in the remnants of a slain monster. Their bodies are heavy and hard, solidified by whatever arcane digestion happens within the belly of a mountain monster. Some of them will even shine, but by the time they make it back to their homeland the hardness will have sunk down to only their hooves. Turned to stone or diamond or emerald, their hooves are a reminder of how these mountains were made in the belly of a beast that even the fairies cannot control. Only three of them remain, three young children whose boldness might simply be born from inexperience. That does not matter in this world, and the stone-eyed fairy knows it. @[Dagen], @[Brazen], and @[Eurwen] feel themselves made strong, strong enough to fight their monsters, strong enough to defeat them and to free the questers trapped within their endless bellies. Tall and brawny and no longer children, the fate of Beqanna rests with the trio. Ahead of them the empty path to the pebbled shore stretches wide and welcoming and free of monsters. The fairy tells them what stones to find: bright ones, perfect or imperfect, little stones that call to them, five in number for each of them. They must bring the pebbles up to the peak of the mountain by any means necessary. Rules -Round 3 entries are to be posted in this thread no later than JANUARY 2ND at 8:00 AM CST - No word limit - @[Mary], @[Kagerus], @[Briella], @[Nocturne], @[Aegean], and @[Wonder] have been eliminated. They will have the 0-space aesthetic trait of “stone hooves” that may be any type of inorganic, rock-like material. The trait may fade over time or remain permanent, the choice is up to you. - @[Dagen], @[Brazen], and @[Eurwen] have been aged to adults in peak health in order to complete the rest of the quest. The stone-eyed fairy imbued them with the ability of great warriors, allowing them to defeat the monsters. - Your posts should start with your character on the path to the beach of the Silver Cove, the slain monster behind them. They must find 5 pebbles and describe the return trip to the top of the mountain, ending with finding the stone-eyed fairy. - For not meeting the deadline, Kleopatra and Cosmos have both been struck with early onset arthritis, the severity of which is up to the player. -Failing to respond on time or at all without notifying the officials will result in a permanent defect fair winds & good luck RE: Silver Cove Quest - Part 3 - Eurwen - 01-01-2019 Eurwen in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
The spotted mare stands shakily on the beach. Her hair no longer fluffy, but fluent and soft on her mostly-white body, her metallic golden mane now longer, and with a strength in her core as if she’d trained to slay this monster her whole life. Perhaps, the thought flashes through her mind quickly and quietly, she is even stronger than her Papa, right about now. But no, that can’t be right. Thinking of her family, her shaky stance becomes more trembling, her fears allowed to enter her mind. What if she stays this way? Is she older than Oisín now or did her twin sister grow too, not knowing what happened? And Chryseis? Ears flat on her skull and into the tangled golden mane, it is only the shadows of her cousins nearby that help her realize that this is not a weird dream. This, this is fairy magic, the kind she’d always been warned about. But she has now gained a strength with which she had been able to help the others. The antlered mare that took them all with her, every little foal around gathered to her. The other foals themselves, too. That’s good, yes? Not all bad? Slowly, she overcomes her shock. Her weirdly-overlong-legs move her towards the other two like a crippled old woman - stiff from the fight, and wobbly; the gait of a foal in an adult body. She’s quite sure they had been foals like her, too. The mare has a trait of bone, stretching over her body like armour, the stallion doesn’t look like he has anything, like Eurwen herself. She recognizes the chestnut roan colouring on them, so similar to her own if she hadn’t had this appaloosa overlay her mother had gifted her with. Roans, like her Papa and Chryseis and her Grammama and a whole lot of aunts and uncles. But to be honest, Eurwen hasn’t yet explored all of her family tree, and has not yet met Heartfire herself, so what would she know. It’s not important. They have a task! ”Uhm, hi. I’m Eurwen. Let’s uhm, find some pebbles?” Twisting her ears in uncertainty, she looks at the two expectantly. They’ll know what to do, yes? Will they? She gets the confirmation she needs from the boy-man (oof, he sounds unhappy), Dagen. Five pebbles, yes. The beach is littered with those, she see when she walks over to it - shiny, coloured ones, less shiny and duller ones, but all of them similarly smooth and most of them similar in size, too. Battered by the waves and the salt, they’ve come to rest here. But most of all - most of all these pebbles are one hundred percent plague-free. The golden-maned filly (in the body of a mare) doesn’t know much of the plague. She only came to see a fairy! Now, she has survived a monster attack, and it depends on the remaining trio to help the fairies. She simply can’t give up now, even if she is quite uncertain how to move her legs without hitting any of the rocks around her. Or how to walk steadily, at all. Dutifully, she collects her selection of rocks. A green, oval one, shiny on the inside but with a scratched outside that makes it harder to see through. A white and still a bit pointy one, shaped like a salt crystal broken off the nearby coast and accidentally having landed here with the smooth ones (perhaps it is, but Eurwen is too busy searching the right stones that she doesn’t stop to think about it too much). The smoothest, gleaming black pebble she can find, obsidian, completely round. A bright blue one, slightly flattened and oval, but not so scratched as the green one from earlier. A piece of rose quartz last, rounded at the corners, but not entirely smooth yet. Five very different pieces of rock and stone. Satisfied, she looks to find the red roan twins, to see how they are doing. It is too much to carry them all in her mouth, the spotted filly contemplates. Just about three would have been easy, but five… she might swallow them. Mesmerizing, the spotted mare looks around. Monster skin and blood, water (not helping), weeds (possibly useful), is that it? No - there is also one bone-armoured mare. ”Maybe you can carry them!” Enthusiastic like only foals can be, because in spirit she is so very much the same as before (nightmares of monsters will only come later), the reddish-spotted girl walks towards her cousin to inspect her armour. ”I mean, if you walk really, really carefully.” she adds in her most serious, but still childish, voice. But fifteen pebbles is a lot to carry for one, Eurwen thinks to herself. What if they fell? Or swallowed one? Her obsidian pebble is very, very round. It could easily be lost. And it would possibly be very uncomfortable for Brazen. Frowning, she looks from her gathered pebbles to the other, now collected stones, and starts to pace while thinking it through more thoroughly (a habit she did not know she would develop). Her hoof scrapes through the muddy ground, a bit away from the beach. Mud. Mud! Beaming, she looks to the others. ”Mud!” she says, then rolls around in it to show them what she means. The wet stuff is sticky, and perhaps stinky (dead seaweed does that to coastal mud), but it’s the sticky part she got it for. ”We can stick them to ourselves!” she tells them. Already, some grass, roots and branches have accumulated in her muddy fur, and she presents it to them with a sheepish grin. Dagen doesn’t seem to like her new image much, which she can understand of course, and she shuffles a hoof. But he proposes a better idea, based off of hers, and her meek smile returns. Nooks in Brazen’s armour. ”I can, uhm, carry a few in my mouth maybe, but not all of them I think. Or if they fall I can pick them up.” she says apologetically. But if Brazen can carry a few more with her armour, or if Dagen can help stick two or three pebbles unto Eurwen’s own spine, then that’d work just as well, she thinks. And so, their ideas combined, after a while of applying mud, and more mud, and then the pebbles, they start to move. Dagen up front with five pebbles of his own, Brazen carrying most of them, and Eurwen trailing behind, hoping none will fall off her roan cousin’s back, making sure that if any fall off, she will catch them. Or rather, collect them. Some do fall - and on the mountainous road it is indeed a challenge to find them again. Steep roads, and rocky ones. Sometimes she has to run back to catch a pebble, but be it luck or just her anxiety tilting her vision to an adrenaline-enhanced level of alertness, she manages. They all manage; in the end, the three young souls in large bodies, find their way back to the mountain without the scare that they had had on the way to the beach. Following the water until the Hyaline-Pangea border, the golden-haired girl wonders to herself if it is easier because it is the way back, or because they are adults now. Would everything be easier when she grew up? Less big and scary? She hopes so, but then, she also doesn’t really want to be grown up yet. What would Mama think? Slow but persistent, they follow the way back to the Mountain. Brazen has gotten more graceful during the trip, she thinks, and perhaps in her hurriedness, the spotted mare hasn’t noticed her own movements had become more comfortable as well. Stinky, she and Brazen finally stand on the mountain, and Eurwen quickly searches the pebbles out of the bone-bearing mare’s armour - presenting all pebbles in small piles to present to the fae. Let’s just hope that it helped! lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose @[Dagen] @[Brazen] RE: Silver Cove Quest - Part 3 - Brazen - 01-01-2019 cold in the violence after the war She has never thought to question the magic of these lands, and so that she stands here fully grown seems almost natural in it’s abnormality. Somehow she had gained the heft and strength she needed to slay the beasts that had come for them, and in this moment, she can only be grateful. Still, her bright blue eyes troubled and shrouded, she surveys the carnage they had left in their wake, the beasts she and Dagen and one other had helped to slay. To save their more pacifist comrades. Brazen Eurwen and Dagen powerplayed with permission from Toli and Vanilla RE: Silver Cove Quest - Part 3 - Dagen - 01-01-2019 dagen those bright crooked stars, man they're howlin’ out learned every constellation, just to find where you're at |