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nysalogs2018-02-08 08:39 pm
fuelthefire) wrote in nysalogs2018-02-08 08:39 pm
OPEN: Questing is more fun with friends!
Who: Krieg (fuelthefire) & YOU
What: Mercenary work
When: All February long
Where: Olympia-ish; keeping it as vague as possible for maximum participation potential
Warning(s): It's Krieg, so unsettling/violent dialogue and also sometimes just plain ol' violence
The Premise: Your character has either intentionally joined Krieg on his various mercenary quests for the various off-screen NPCs I have made up OR they're in the general vicinity of Krieg performing his various mercenary quests and are now witnessing his questing. Getting characters to formally meet ICly is kind of a chore. Dumping them into a thread together with all the introductions and setup already handwaved is way more fun!
I.) A diamond in the rough
OR A FLOWER, SURROUNDED BY SHRAPNEL AND STUFF
II.) Put out the fire in my belly
I FEEL A DEEP, DARK WARMTH!
III.) The Witch's Brew
IT'S A HEALTHY SOUP FOR GROWING BOYS
fuelthefire) & YOUWhat: Mercenary work
When: All February long
Where: Olympia-ish; keeping it as vague as possible for maximum participation potential
Warning(s): It's Krieg, so unsettling/violent dialogue and also sometimes just plain ol' violence
The Premise: Your character has either intentionally joined Krieg on his various mercenary quests for the various off-screen NPCs I have made up OR they're in the general vicinity of Krieg performing his various mercenary quests and are now witnessing his questing. Getting characters to formally meet ICly is kind of a chore. Dumping them into a thread together with all the introductions and setup already handwaved is way more fun!
I.) A diamond in the rough
OR A FLOWER, SURROUNDED BY SHRAPNEL AND STUFF
He's done flower picking fetch-quests before. That's not the weird part of this particular scenario. The weird part is, no one's asked him to also find nudie mags.
Which is probably good, because unlike on Pandora, there seems to be a dearth of nudie mags on this world. Not that Krieg cares. He's not particularly interested in looking at naked bodies. But it would be difficult to complete a fetch quest for an item that didn't exist.
Anyway, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, there's a gentle breeze, and there's a massive, shirtless man wading through a waist-high field of grass, gathering flowers with his big, clumsy hands. Perhaps you've teamed up with him to assist in this very important mission. Perhaps you're an innocent and/or confused bystander. In either instance, if you're close enough to him, you might hear him beginning to mutter:
"Why aren't my fingers in someone's eye sockets right now...Why aren't my fingers in someone's eye sockets right now? Why aren't my fingers in someone's eye sockets right now??" Each repetition of the phrase is a little louder and a little more forceful than the one before.
Look, just because he's good at fetch quests doesn't mean he enjoys them.
Which is probably good, because unlike on Pandora, there seems to be a dearth of nudie mags on this world. Not that Krieg cares. He's not particularly interested in looking at naked bodies. But it would be difficult to complete a fetch quest for an item that didn't exist.
Anyway, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, there's a gentle breeze, and there's a massive, shirtless man wading through a waist-high field of grass, gathering flowers with his big, clumsy hands. Perhaps you've teamed up with him to assist in this very important mission. Perhaps you're an innocent and/or confused bystander. In either instance, if you're close enough to him, you might hear him beginning to mutter:
"Why aren't my fingers in someone's eye sockets right now...Why aren't my fingers in someone's eye sockets right now? Why aren't my fingers in someone's eye sockets right now??" Each repetition of the phrase is a little louder and a little more forceful than the one before.
Look, just because he's good at fetch quests doesn't mean he enjoys them.
II.) Put out the fire in my belly
I FEEL A DEEP, DARK WARMTH!
Krieg's an excellent baby dragon wrangler - he did bicep curls with a bunch of baby dragons all at once at the dragon cafe that one time. So tracking down this fancy rich lady's missing pet dragon and returning it to her sounds like a total breeze.
The first part was easy, anyway.
Finding the dragon hadn't been particularly challenging. It was a slovenly creature, and overweight, and dolled up in a big, pink neck bow and soft pink nail polish. A soft boy, its owner had insisted. I'm positive he's scared out of his wits! Please find him as quickly as you can!
The dragon is, indeed, a soft boy, judging by the rolls of fat crowding its frame. But several days of freedom have inspired a certain gleam in its eye. Its neck ribbon is ragged and torn, and its nail polish chipped. It's seen some shit, and gotten a taste for freedom, and it's a lot faster and more nimble than any creature with such short legs and such a rotund belly has any right to be.
Krieg has it cornered, in a manner of speaking, up a tall, old tree that resembles an oak. It didn't climb very high - even with its surprising agility, it's still a fatass, and gravity is not its friend. It's just out of Krieg's impressive reach, though, stretched out toward the end of a long, thick branch that is dipping more than a little bit under its weight.
It's a toss-up between climbing up after the stupid fat thing or throwing his axe at it until he knocks it out of the tree.
...He probably shouldn't throw his axe at it, because it's someone's beloved pet, and he probably won't get paid if it gets injured or dies. But it's still an option, and one he is visibly considering: hefting his axe in his hand, looking thoughtfully at it, then up at the tree'd dragon, then back to his axe...Hopefully someone can talk him out of it.
The first part was easy, anyway.
Finding the dragon hadn't been particularly challenging. It was a slovenly creature, and overweight, and dolled up in a big, pink neck bow and soft pink nail polish. A soft boy, its owner had insisted. I'm positive he's scared out of his wits! Please find him as quickly as you can!
The dragon is, indeed, a soft boy, judging by the rolls of fat crowding its frame. But several days of freedom have inspired a certain gleam in its eye. Its neck ribbon is ragged and torn, and its nail polish chipped. It's seen some shit, and gotten a taste for freedom, and it's a lot faster and more nimble than any creature with such short legs and such a rotund belly has any right to be.
Krieg has it cornered, in a manner of speaking, up a tall, old tree that resembles an oak. It didn't climb very high - even with its surprising agility, it's still a fatass, and gravity is not its friend. It's just out of Krieg's impressive reach, though, stretched out toward the end of a long, thick branch that is dipping more than a little bit under its weight.
It's a toss-up between climbing up after the stupid fat thing or throwing his axe at it until he knocks it out of the tree.
...He probably shouldn't throw his axe at it, because it's someone's beloved pet, and he probably won't get paid if it gets injured or dies. But it's still an option, and one he is visibly considering: hefting his axe in his hand, looking thoughtfully at it, then up at the tree'd dragon, then back to his axe...Hopefully someone can talk him out of it.
III.) The Witch's Brew
IT'S A HEALTHY SOUP FOR GROWING BOYS
Someone's granny is making a stew, and has promised a fine reward and a delicious meal to anyone who can acquire the rare and necessary ingredients. As mentioned previously, Krieg is aces at fetch quests, and he also likes delicious meals, so he's all over this particular mission.
A.) The Wild Beast
The Wild Beast is something like a boar, and Krieg is absolutely, 100% facing off against the thing with his fists, his fire breath, and his trusty axe. Whether or not he has competent backup is a complete non-issue for him. Whether or not the beast viciously gores him is also a non-issue. It's barely even a fight unless somebody loses a kidney. Hopefully the beast will be the one losing a kidney, but Krieg won't be a sore loser if it's his kidney that gets skewered. He's got two, after all.
There's a solid thunk followed by a blood-curdling, feral scream. Krieg has wedged his axe in to the creature's ribs, and in its rage at being so injured the beast is twisting and turning in an attempt to simultaneously gore Krieg with its enormous tusks and trample him under its sharp hooves. Krieg twists away and avoids injury for the moment with a laugh, although he does sadly leave his axe where it is - buried deep in the creature's side.
"I'M GONNA SWALLOW YOUR THROAT, BADASS!"
And get his axe back. It's his favorite axe.
B.) Cliff Gull Eggs
The cliff faces along the South Coast are where the appropriately named Cliff Gulls make their nests. The rocks are sheer and not easy to climb, but the reward for the effort is apparently worth it.
...It had better be worth it, because not only is the climb treacherous and difficult, but also involves fending off dive-bombing seagulls.
"I ordered a lead salad!" Krieg's not exactly angry at being persistently dive-bombed as he clings to the cliff face and raids nests, but he is kind of annoyed. The gulls are yelling at him, and he's yelling right back.
C.) Cave Mushrooms
There's a special kind of mushroom that only grows in the special blend of cold, damp dark provided by an ocean-facing cave. It's a must-have for Granny's Secret Stew. The caves are narrow and winding, but passable. Krieg is walking even more hunched than he usually does, partially because of the low ceiling, and partially because the cave is freaking cold. Cold doesn't normally bother him all that much, but for some reason this particular cold is biting.
It's necessary to trek deep into the cave's recesses, because it's a popular mushroom-picking spot and all the mushrooms closer to the entrance have been harvested already. It'd probably be a boring and uneventful trek, if you weren't traveling with a Pandoran Psycho, whose response to the lack of interesting stimuli as the cave gets deeper and darker is to mutter,
"The voices said empty, hollow, and thud. The voices said empty, hollow, and thud! The voices said empty, hollow, and thud..."
Yeah, that's absolutely not creepy or ominous. Maybe it's time to distract him?
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And there goes the dragon. One fatass lizard right into his arms. Reinhardt adores dragons (at least the little ones, he'd slay the big ones), so he's careful with it, making sure to have a strong hold while he gets into his pocket for one of those treats.
"As promised." He looks to Krieg again. "And you. That really is a good throw. I have him now. I can't get back on my horse with him, so I'm going to trust you to help me with Grani. Since I'm going to keep hold of his guy until we're where we need to be." Not that he'll take any money. His payment had been helping a good friend.
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"You should see me when I throw to kill!"
...Okay, maybe not really. Still, he's pleased by the praise. Coming from someone as badass as the Battle Grandpa, it would be impossible not to feel flattered. But what goes around comes around, as they say, and it's not long before Krieg's got something nice to say.
"Pfmanahahaha! Good catch!"
Not that it would be super difficult to catch a fat, falling baby dragon, but in Kreig's eyes, everything Reinhardt does is amazing. Including standing in one place to catch a falling baby dragon. So, uh, yeah.
Kreig regards the massive horse with some curiosity, but doesn't make any immediate moves to approach it. He has some vague idea that all of the leathery bits attached to the creature's head are what you're supposed to grab to make it go, but he's obviously not sure about that. His rebellious brain supplies him with all kinds of crazy notions and ideas all the time. Sometimes it's fun to just go with the impulse and see what happens, but Reinhardt is actually one of the few people he respects enough to not want to do that, sooooo...
He looks back and forth between Reinhardt and the horse a couple times before he can line up the words he wants, and spits them out.
"Tell me what to do, Gramps!"
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He watches the way the man looks forward and back to him. He considers handing over the dragon, but he thinks the critter is likely most secure being manhandled by him. Not that he didn't think Krieg could do it, but he knows that he's a little stronger arm-strength wise. It means he can keep hold if the dragon decides to make another runner up another tree.
"Well, Grani is a good horse. But sometimes, he needs led. See those reigns. You take those and you just hold on and use it to guide him around any big holes he might step in. Tug to the left and he goes left. To the right, he goes right." He gives another treat to the dragon to keep it docile for the moment and frees a hand long enough to catch those little leather strap thingies to hand over to the other man.
"I'm counting on you to keep him safe. A knight is nothing without his horse, ja?"
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Krieg squints at the horse as Reinhardt explains what needs to be done to lead it. After a moment, he reaches up to grab the dangly bit he's assuming is the rein. It seems to be attached to a metal bar clenched between the creature's teeth and held in place by more leather strapped around its face. That seems weird, but, well, so do a lot of things in this place.
He looks back over to Reinhardt as if to say, Like this?, but what he actually says is, "Mnuhuhuhu...I'll keep him the most safe!"
Which, considering nearly all of their journey back to the dragon's owner's home is going to consist of walking through the streets of Olympia, shouldn't be difficult at all to accomplish.