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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 15:00:49 GMT -6
Somehow, Renathan knew that he was in for a tough one this month. He'd decided to get really serious about questing from here on out. The other day he had noticed that there was an uptick in individuals coming in his shop that were talking about needing help, and that quests were not getting done as speedily as they used to. He felt a little bad when he realized that it was mostly the elderly. So he goes to the Questing Board, hoping to pick up one of the easier quests, if there were any on the board. It seemed like folks didn't find those quite as fun, so they didn't get grabbed as often.
He was not expecting two things to happen- one of those was that Morti was doing that thing again where he was following Renathan around without permission. Renathan could see him trying to sneak around in his ethereal way, and it wasn't working very well at all.[Renathan is using Sever Bond] - [1]
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 16:10:34 GMT -6
Renathan turns back to look again, and finally calls him over, tired of seeing Morti trying to pretend like he hadn't just been out in the open. "C'mere, Morti!" Of course, Morti didn't know the come command (or probably even his name) but it was an odd quirk of loyal creatures that they tended to pick up on these things whenever their owners would say them, at least. Morti comes bounding out from behind a tree (actually, he went through the tree in the process) and runs up to 'tackle' the russet mammalian. Needless to say, he went straight through Renathan, and only really earned himself the stink-eye from the mammalian. "Oy, stop that!" He said to him. "Goodness gracious you big lug. You'd be dangerous if you weren't a ghost and all." Renathan scolded him. Morti didn't look entirely displeased that he had been scolded, at least.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 16:23:37 GMT -6
Morti simply looked at the russet mammalian as if he was a puppy and not a giant fully grown pseudo-dragon, though thankfully he wasn't wagging his tail around. That would be another problem if he wasn't what he was. Ah well, Renathan thought, he'd rather Morti be excited than nervous, like he was sometimes prone to be. "Alright, let's go, since you intend on following me around today." That was something that he was used to be now, nothing could really keep an ethereal creature in their sleeping places, other than them being willing to listen to commands. How did anyone keep their ethereal creatures from running away, anyway? Renathan thought about this as he continued on to the questing board. It wasn't long before he got there. He was very glad that there was not a crowdd there this month- last month had been pretty tiring altogether.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 16:33:53 GMT -6
Renathan was glad that he had managed to have a function done (even if it was a for-free one, like a promo) before his last two apprentices went out to become journeymen. He had auditions to go through this week- he'd been doing all the work between then and now. Perhaps he should start doing auditions before sending out the journeymen, next time. He did enjoy that night- the comet had been pretty, and he'd enjoyed serving the community. He sighed beneath the mask, enjoying the cool air of the approaching autumn season. He steps up to the questing board, and frowned beneath the mask immediately. Oh, was that? Eww, the glue smell was absolutely choking. He takes a step back, and tries not to choke while coughing. It was almost like he had gotten glitter in his nose. In fact, there was glitter EVERYWHERE. He had certainly gotten it in his nose. Morti watched him from a few feet away, concerned.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 16:40:57 GMT -6
After nearly choking on glitter, Renathan was not entirely too keen on actually getting any closer to the questing board... Even enough to read the stuff on it. He sneezes another time, and places his hand beneath his mask to cover his nose with his off hand. He wasn't about to have that problem again! Morti watches as the russet mammalian steps up to the strange multi-colored wall. What was so interesting about that wall, anyway?
Renathan looks over a few of the quests that were available. It would seem that there was not a whole ton that were things that he could really provide. There were a few folks looking for people to take their children out to Vai Min Mur- and that wasn't really something he was comfortable doing, really. He tries to skim over the ones that were asking for that, at least. He had a hunch that most of them would be asking for Vai-Min-Mur related help in other ways, though.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 17:50:57 GMT -6
Renathan wouldn't mind doing other helpful things, of course. He just didn't consider himself very 'good' at working with children. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why he moved away from his homeland. He couldn't imagine parenting as many kids as normally lived in his homeland's houses. Sometimes his farm did feel very lonely, but he did like the alone time more and more every day. He hums whenever he comes across a slip of paper with a request that he could enjoy doing. The first one he considered was a request to help make some candy for an elderly couple. That was something he could do- but something made him continue on. He was, after all, wanting to do something that would do the most good overall.
There were quite a few different slips that were incredibly hard to read, too. He suddenly felt like he was being watched really closely...
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 17:59:10 GMT -6
Renathan nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt like the hairs on the back of his neck tried to raise up. He turns, and sees none other than Morti standing behind him, all orange and brown and gold all over, staring with his bright golden eyes into the back of Renathan's skull (or rather, they had been back when Renathan was facing towards the quest board. "What are you doing? Back up!" Renathan said to him, voice raised a bit. He was glad that no one was around- this would be so embarrassing! He waved his hands back, and Morti tilts his head, obviously not sure what is going on. He apparently thinks that Renathan is playing with him, because he bends down and hops up a bit, raising his wings in a false threat display. "No, we're not playing, back up!" Renathan says to him, again.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 18:45:17 GMT -6
This goes back and forth for some small moment of time. The autumn air smells of burned leaves. The wind is crisp and bites a bit, though it is still warm enough. The midday sun is actually a little further foreword than would otherwise be expected. Leaves rattle over the cobblestone at the mammalian's feet. The world is quiet otherwise and afterward. Renathan finally gets the stubborn creature to back up a bit, a few feet at least. "Sheesh, no need to breathe down the back of my neck." He grumbles, wiping himself off of the nothing that an ethereal beast could leave on a person. Then, with a bit of a harrumph, he turns back around, back stiff and arms crossed over his chest like a grumpy old man. Morti isn't entirely sure what he has done wrong, and seems wounded, if only for a second or two.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 18:52:55 GMT -6
The worry that Morti had for a moment completely melts off of him a moment or two later, when he is back up to his old tricks again. Very little seemed to phase the beast for long. He wasn't really much like any other drake the russet mammalian had dealt with, and he had dealt with a few. Phoenix was anything if not all drake (though he tended to like his hens a little rough it would seem), and Stag was lazy, but a fighter. Morti, on the other hand, was a little too loyal and playful as an adult for Renathan to see him as the dangerous beast he really was and could have been, if not for the injection making him the way that he was. Renathan could remember him in the pit, having to be told to roast enemies instead of just doing it himself, as most drakes would.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 19:01:58 GMT -6
Renathan is able to ignore the drake while he continues looking over the board. He finally finds a singularly thicker piece of paper, one that is creamy and strange. Most of them ranged from sticky papers, slips of requests written on scrap paper, and even papers that undoubtedly had to be made inside of the Questing Inquisitor- for folks that either brought something pretty illegible, or did not have paper to write on. This one seemed... thick. Undoubtedly it would gain a lot of attention this month. Even though he had told himself that he was going to pick a simpler quest, the quest points that were awarded for quests tended to be skewed towards offering more for these fancier requests. He is sorely tempted. No one is really watching him, and it wasn't like he'd told anyone about his thoughts.
He takes the large slip down, nearly cutting his fingers on it, and reads.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 23:25:00 GMT -6
The Questing Board was absolutely ridiculous looking this month. Covered in garish purples and oranges, and bright slime greens... Black, of course, and what in the form of skeletons. Renathan saw that they were more a sickly pale green... Almost glowy instead? He figured that it would glow better the darker that it got. Even in the half-light of the brick wall, Renathan could see that it glowed slightly. He looks at the paper. Apparently, there was a costume party going on for a Vai Min Mur celebration. They would be giving out prizes to anyone that came. Apparently they wanted it to be a big bash. Perhaps it would make sense to go? He felt like it would be worth it at the very least to him when it came to the prize. But what would he dress up as? Mortemiir would probably want to come as well, he'd be a good critter to bring.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 23:31:00 GMT -6
Renathan wondered exactly where this was going to be hosted at. Was there a place in town big enough for as many people as would be coming to this? Anyone that possibly could take this quest probably would, so he wouldn't be surprised if it was somewhere out of town. The russet mammalian wrapped his tails around him for a moment. He was quite cold- the chill in the air was starting up quite well. He read to the bottom of the paper, where the address was given. "Well, I'll be..." He mumbled, putting a thumb over it. "The Mage tower?" he asked himself. "Wasn't there a monster there... Last year?" He frowns immediately beneath the mask. Now it seemed like it might be dangerous. Did they have another monster that needed to be fought? Is that why they were asking people to come in?
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 23:37:04 GMT -6
Renathan couldn't even remember anything about it, that monster. It had been pretty terrifying, from what he had heard. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to sign any of his creatures up for such a thing. However, he was indeed an elemental himself- and a flame elemental could do a lot of damage when one was angered. He has already stepped far enough away from the quest board not to huff the glitter. That had almost made him mad enough to burn the thing down. He finally unfolds his arms (his chest was mighty cold now from the chill) and he backs away the rest of the way, taking the paper with him. He would have run directly into Mortemiir, but the harvest-colored drake was indeed ethereal, so Renathan simply walks right through him. "Well, Morti, against my own advice I found something for me to do this month... Later during the month though."
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 23:40:39 GMT -6
Indeed, the date was for much later during the month. So he had some time between now and then. He waves for Mortemiir to follow him, speaking for him to do so through his sarane-speaking ring at the same time. "C'mon, Morti." Renathan says, having nearly forgotten to unwrap his tails from around his ankles so he had nearly tripped. He was pretty tired all of a sudden, anyway. A good nap would be a great idea, and he was tired enough (he was always depressed in the cold months... so hopefully that wasn't starting up or anything) that he planned to go ahead and keep the Catseye Closed today. He only had one person that normally came in around dinner anyway, like clockwork, and said person could probably shut their mouth if they had anything to say about it- as far as he was concerned. The thought made him chuckle.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 1, 2020 23:45:59 GMT -6
It wasn't that he hated the kid- it was that the kid was obviously a pompous and spoiled butt, and he wasn't the kind of person that gave into kids that acted like that. Sure, the kid wasn't actually a kid, but as long as they acted like that they were a kid to him. Oh, the poor one would be so upset to not get their pumpkin spice coffee, and knowing himself he'd probably give them two tomorrow, one on the house, just as a proprietary function. He rolled his eyes, but smiled beneath his mask when he caught Mortemiir following him along the sidewalk, bounding at leaves that were flying by on the breeze (not that he could even catch them!). As long as Morti wasn't burning things down, he was quite cute. "You going to catch them this time, Morti?" Renathan asks him, chuckling when he tries it again.
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