11-08-2018, 10:17 PM
ROUND 1
The faeries were able to bring back the uninfected places, safe havens for their people, but they know that it’s only a temporary relief. It is not a solution. After many days (or hours, or months, they aren’t the greatest at keeping track of mortal time) of contemplation, they believe they have found a solution.
But as their people had helped the Dark God to bring about this despair and destruction, the people are the secret ingredient to undoing it. The people of Beqanna will have to put more effort into the healing of Beqanna than they put into its sickening - at least four times as much, or so it seems to the fae on the Mountain. Four times the effort, and four lands brought back from Beqanna before - the symmetry is pleasing to them.
They call them to the Mountain to send them (whoever will come) to the first of the four lands. A group of them, the world’s somewhat mysterious demi-gods, stand in a loose half-circle as the people of Beqanna gather on the incline of the mountain below them. While the equines gather, the fairies are silent, watching them through unhappy gazes - expressions ranging from stoic to sad to disappointed to angry. After the last few stragglers settle into place, one of them separates from the others.
It’s clear that he favors the land of which he speaks - his equine form is colored in the same shades as ice and snow, and his voice when he speaks blows like a cold wind from the north. There is little compassion there, and even less warmth. They will have to work hard to earn the forgiveness of this fae, for what they have done to Beqanna. “Those brave enough will go to Icicle Isle. You will find the heart-shaped pond and bring back several frozen stems of water; the first ingredient in a cure for this pestilence that has been released on Beqanna.” His cold gaze sweeps over them, and he gives a brief shake of his head after an indistinguishable murmur from those arrayed behind him. “But it will not be easy. You will have to do so without any of the gifts we have previously allowed you.”
He stomps one crystal-hard hoof against the stone beneath his feet, raising a shower of sparks, and the fairies are all gone.
Rules
-Everyone may enter one character in this quest
-Round 1 entries are to be posted in Icicle Isle in the Quest thread no later than NOVEMBER 13TH at 11:00 PM CST
-Your first post should describe your character making the journey to the edge of the mainland and swimming the frigid waters to Icicle Isle, and end with their arrival on the shore of the island
-Your character has lost any and all traits for this quest
-This quest will have three rounds; no eliminations in round one, 50/50 chance of being eliminated in round 2, and round 3 will be judged on creativity, readability, and judge’s preference
-Each round will give 5 days for responses to be posted
-Those eliminated in round 2 will have a minor and non-permanent defect; those who advance to round 3 will have the chance to win a 2 or 3 space genetic trait; failing to respond on time or at all without notifying the officials you are dropping out will result in a permanent defect
But as their people had helped the Dark God to bring about this despair and destruction, the people are the secret ingredient to undoing it. The people of Beqanna will have to put more effort into the healing of Beqanna than they put into its sickening - at least four times as much, or so it seems to the fae on the Mountain. Four times the effort, and four lands brought back from Beqanna before - the symmetry is pleasing to them.
They call them to the Mountain to send them (whoever will come) to the first of the four lands. A group of them, the world’s somewhat mysterious demi-gods, stand in a loose half-circle as the people of Beqanna gather on the incline of the mountain below them. While the equines gather, the fairies are silent, watching them through unhappy gazes - expressions ranging from stoic to sad to disappointed to angry. After the last few stragglers settle into place, one of them separates from the others.
It’s clear that he favors the land of which he speaks - his equine form is colored in the same shades as ice and snow, and his voice when he speaks blows like a cold wind from the north. There is little compassion there, and even less warmth. They will have to work hard to earn the forgiveness of this fae, for what they have done to Beqanna. “Those brave enough will go to Icicle Isle. You will find the heart-shaped pond and bring back several frozen stems of water; the first ingredient in a cure for this pestilence that has been released on Beqanna.” His cold gaze sweeps over them, and he gives a brief shake of his head after an indistinguishable murmur from those arrayed behind him. “But it will not be easy. You will have to do so without any of the gifts we have previously allowed you.”
He stomps one crystal-hard hoof against the stone beneath his feet, raising a shower of sparks, and the fairies are all gone.
Rules
-Everyone may enter one character in this quest
-Round 1 entries are to be posted in Icicle Isle in the Quest thread no later than NOVEMBER 13TH at 11:00 PM CST
-Your first post should describe your character making the journey to the edge of the mainland and swimming the frigid waters to Icicle Isle, and end with their arrival on the shore of the island
-Your character has lost any and all traits for this quest
-This quest will have three rounds; no eliminations in round one, 50/50 chance of being eliminated in round 2, and round 3 will be judged on creativity, readability, and judge’s preference
-Each round will give 5 days for responses to be posted
-Those eliminated in round 2 will have a minor and non-permanent defect; those who advance to round 3 will have the chance to win a 2 or 3 space genetic trait; failing to respond on time or at all without notifying the officials you are dropping out will result in a permanent defect
fair winds & good luck