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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 16:06:59 GMT -6
Dated 06/01/19 - #03
A teenage brown drake, not quite old enough to break but still pretty rambunctious and childlike, runs past at a breakneck speed... was it carrying a squeaky cinnamon roll toy? A young woman chases the creature playfully, waving her hand around. "OI, Come back 'ere ya brute!" She calls out.
She finally shakes her head at the beast, and then notices you standing near the Quest Board. "Howdy there- It is Pet Appreciation Month! This month, the creature tamers of the Labs are asked to help their friends train their beloved creatures. Why don'tcha check out the Quest board for more?" It seems a bit rehearsed, but she seems nice enough. The teenage drake comes back, and squeaks his toy at you, his tongue hanging out. It's hard to believe someday he'll be a monster.
On the Board: "My Stonemoss Lamadidron needs to learn some manners, but still know how to defend himself! Please teach him to stop chewing on my couch; and also how to swing his tail around on command. He's too easily distracted for me to work with the way he needs it..."
In order to succeed, take the Stonemoss Lamadidron (owned by the rather guilty-feeling NPC) and train it No Bites! and Tail Strike. You do not have to get the training accepted to succeed.
Prize: "We are giving out care packages for folks that help others out during the Pet Appreciation Month!" Note: This quest no longer rewards QP, but you can still get a prize for completing it!
Challenge Rating: Easy
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 16:15:39 GMT -6
Pet appreciation month. Made more sense then the 'month of love', Kristofor thought to himself with an inward grimace. The large banner spread over the board depicted several pinned photos of other people loving their animals or being loved by them. The idea, as the around him gossip sounded, was friends to help their friends train their pets. Except... he didn't have any friends. Not here. They were all back in the woods. A leash hung loosely in his grip, while Dawson sat beside him, his butt on the ground and staring (abit briefly) at his paws. His hind leg reached up to scratch at the new collar around his neck. Itchy itchy. One of the fox's new purchases. The maker offered the option to monogram it, which meant to etch the leather with FIRE to inscribe Dawson's name and his name, and his home location, in case he ever got lost. The flyer that caught his eye mentioned about couch chewing and swinging a tail for defense... but what on earth is a lamadidron. Stone moss.... was it gray and green? Might as well take the job, he needed the funds to afford a place to live. And then he found out what a lamadidron was. 1
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 16:31:38 GMT -6
It was a small house near the park, no yard or porch to notice, but if he didn't have an address, Kristofor wouldn't have taken this to be a 'house'. He knocks smartly on the door with his knuckles upon the wood before taking a few steps back. Dawson watches the door with a wagging tail. It smelled strange here! Was this new place? The door opened frantically fast. Looking down, a wild eyed dwarvish sized ...thing? stood there. "Oh thank goodness, you got my message. Sprout's getting unmanageable, and this is the third couch he's chewed through!" they rattle off in very fast Common before bustling away, dressed and looking like a Tolkien style hobbit. Before coming back out, towing half a couch... one that might hold a moderately sized dog, and what looked like a pile of rocks firmly clamped onto it. [<- imagine this is a juvie image] "Git OFF Sprout!" the hobbitish person shouted, trying to catch the pile of rocks on the edge of the door to rip the couch free, but the creature just drags itself outside along with the couch, leaving drag marks in the doorway and the wood. There's a few orange edges upon the beast's spine, and about the size of the new jackaroo he'd just adopted. 2
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 16:42:34 GMT -6
"Whoof" the hobbit leans heavily on the couch corpse, "Don't go moving furniture, its rough." "that is fine, the squirrels move furniture where I come from." the fox answered. The hobbit blinks. 'the squirrels' runs through their head briefly before shaking the thought free like a dust cloud. "So. That 'ere's Sprout. He's super distracted and loves chewing on my couch. Every single time. I swear, this thing loves to poison himself by eating the springs." "How are springs poisonous?" Kristofor asked, leery of the couch and the pile of rocks. It blinked copper yellow eyes at him and at Dawson, a mouthful of leather and stuffing in its maw. "Stonemosses will literally eat your foundation with no issues, but this one is convinced that metal tastes good. Metal gives him worst case of the ***** I've ever seen." they give the couch a light swat. "Just... he needs to stop eating couches. I've already started converting all my metals in my home to being ceramics and kept out of sight. And to defend himself. I got some dingoes comin' out at night to go through my trash and this fella stays outside at night, so I dun want him tangling without knowing how to hit em back." the hobbit glowers in Dawson's direction, who just wags his tail. 3
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 16:50:48 GMT -6
The hobbit tosses a bag on the ground. It sounds like its full of...rocks. "Use those as treats. He's got a hankering for andesite for some damned reason. So eh, good luck." Slams the door in the fox's face, after shoving the lama's tail out of the door's way. The lama looks at the door for a long moment before looking slowly back at the fox, cheeks bulged with stuffing. Sprout swallows the mess he'd already taken bits from, and goes in for another bite. "Nope." the fox growls audibly at him. The lama ignores him steadfastly and goes in for a lovely chewing of leather and stuffin'. Ok, first step, in case this got physical, get Dawson out of the way. Thankfully, the hobbit seems to be thinking ahead on keeping Sprout outside, and there's a metal peg jammed into the ground just near the door, with a hook to catch a leash on. Perfect. Long as he didn't get too agitated, should be fine. Briefly turning away from the beast, the fox hooked the leash over the peg, and tightend it so Dawson couldn't easily get away. Woof! The puppy dropped into a playful pose, distracted by the lama himself. 4
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 17:03:04 GMT -6
🍖 He was going to use this later, but dragged the satchel on his back around, and pulled a drying bone with some meat still left on it. Dawson's big brown eyes lit up like it was his best day ever. The bone arched up over his head, and he followed it. As he did, his butt reached the ground. 'Good boy Dawson...' the fox mentioned and gave him the bone. Its about as long as his shin bone. Something off a herdbeast, from what the butcher told him. Dawson pounced on his beautiful snack and dragged it away from them to lay down and start chomping away. That will keep him busy for a good amount of time. And a good thing he'd gotten that bone wrapped in reusable packaging. It was from beeswax, apparently. Kept fresh and stuck to itself, interestingly enough. Sprout looked up from his couch to see the tailed not-food giver giving food to their dog thing. Smelled like one of those things food giver didn't like. His tail shifted behind him briefly. 'What shall we do with you, Sprout.' Kristofor finally left his own pet alone to focus on the beast. 'What tastes better then your couch hm?' He reaches into the bag. 5
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 17:11:18 GMT -6
And shows a golf ball sized hunk of andesite. The object itself is rough and probably a piece off the foundation of the hobbit's house, but what they chose to feed the thing that looked like a very ill lizard, all hunched up like that, and covered in lumps. No lizard has gaps in their scales like that that ooze. 'Lookit this Sprout, your favorite treat.' he waves the rock slowly in the lama's vision range. The movement catches the attention as his head weaves back and forth, following the rock like a cat follows a laser pointer. 'Very good. Now move your tail, like you're gonna hit the couch.' With the rock still in his range, the fox eased down into a more hunched stance, sweeping his own bushy tail back and forth before tapping the couch just lightly. 'Hit the couch with your tail Sprout.' the fox repeats. The lama watches the rock more then the black and silver thing's tail before it touches HIS couch. Making a grinding noise it leans in and goes for a bite of couch, or to just grip on? 'No, no more couch biting.' Kristofor's sharp bark startles the creature briefly. 'No more couches.' He can hear the sound of sharp teeth gnawing on bone. 6
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 17:20:28 GMT -6
How light was this couch? Kristofor gives it the lightest shove with his right hind leg. It tips easily. Hell, its half a couch that could fit a dog! Its gonna be lighter. Since its pretty gutted. The sudden tip of his favorite snack takes the lama by surprise, a step backwards a bit. 'Couches are icky. Have some rock instead.' He tosses one of the hunks of andesite at the creature's feet. It clatters, meeting the animal?'s big stone toes. It glances at him briefly, then snaps out a stone gray tongue similar to a lizard, snapping up the bit of rock to withdraw it into its mouth. Kristofor can't hear the sounds of teeth, but more of grinding and then splitting from sheer pressure. Maybe like how he'd seen some big chickens eating? Those beaks are no joke. A shiver runs past him; a stone chicken... no wings though. This is no chicken. 'Good.' He reaches out and pulls the couch away another inch. However, Sprout's neck shoots out, very similar to a turtle, and latches onto the couch. 'No Sprout, this is not for eating. Let go of this couch.' he barks at the creature, as the lama tugs back on his food that is couch. Dawson looks up from his bone briefly, but its just too tasty to ignore. nOM. 7
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 17:29:08 GMT -6
'Let go of the couch Sprout. No biting the couch.' the fox growled, his shoulder fur bristling to look bigger then he actually is, because he's a pretty skinny fox figure. He flattens his ears, and shows more teeth, trying to look intimidating. 'This is MY couch. you will NOT bite my couch.' And pulls back hard. The spiteful lizard turtle rock thing's eyes narrow and releases the couch so a reactive force sends the fox and couch backwards. Pratically flopped over backwards on the couch, Kristofor scrambles back onto his feet, with some difficulty. SQUAAAAB SQUABSQUABSQUAB The creature's jaws are partially open...its laughing at him. Flat out laughing at him. Taking advantage of the creature's distraction again, Kristofor gets between him and the couch, which as a few feet away from the flying bakcwards. 'If you want this couch, you toothless rock, you have to get through me.' he growls, showing his angry fox self, bushing his tail out further with an arched growl. Sprout's gleeful noises stop pretty quickly. The thing with fuzz is now in front of his couch. and challenging for his couch. hold on a second, THIS WAS HIS COUCH. Sprout got up on his four legs, his tail dragging upwards some. Ignoring the sounds of grinding on bone beside them. 8
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 17:38:26 GMT -6
That tail, if it hit him, might cause bruising and broken bones, which Kristofor had no interest in repeating. He could still feel the difference of when he stretched of the cat claw marks that left his back scarred under the fur. He believed to be a fast reaction of himself. Swish... swish... 'Hit with your tail!' the fox barked as the tail arched forth, and jumped upwards. The tail struck the couch corpse's armrest, making a resounding 'crack' of wood structure. The big fox upright animal landed on fours over the couch's corpse, careful not to catch himself on those open springs. 'Good!' Tossing a rock out of his palmed paw at the lama. 'Again! Hit with yoru tail!' Sprout took a pull or two to free his tail club from the edge of his precious meal of couch. Maybe a bite... he reached out to bite again but the big monster with fur over his couch snarled. All teeth and noises. Barking and yipping. "What now, are the dingoes comign out in the damned day time?!" the hobbit rips open the door, catching everything's attention, before the tail swats out at the fox, and he jumps back, and the couch suffers again. Heck, its already dead. 9
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2021 17:47:48 GMT -6
"What in blazes are you doing?!" the hobbit yells, seeing the rather beat up, already dead couch and the fox practically standing over it on all fours, the lama tugging his tail free of the corpse before having a rock tossed his direction, quickly snapped up. "Establishing this is not his couch anymore." Kristofor straightened up from his arched appearance, shaking himself briefly to free his fur from arching. He stares down at the lama, who clacks its jaws at him but doesn't reach out for the couch again. A nod, and tossing another rock his direction. "I think he's taking advantage of your similar size to claim what is yours as his." "Y' callin' me short, dingo?" the hobbit asks with a glower. What, were they upset about the short comment? It was true, and Kristofor prided himself on being a truthful fox. "Not directly, yes though. You are both short." He gestures at Sprout and back to his short master. The hobbit's hairy feet stamp the threshold once. "Well ye're too tall." the hobbit comments. Shuffling out past the houlou who stops chewing his treat and clips a chain on the lama's now visible steel collar. "Git your dingo off my peg, this ain't a parkin' lot." Whatever a parking lot was, Kristofor collected houlou, leash and bone quickly and the hobbit lashed Sprout outside once again. Only time would tell he guessed if Sprout had learned his lesson. 10 -fin
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Post by NPC on Mar 23, 2021 19:56:19 GMT -6
Congrats! You've finished the quest. Your prize has been sent to you.
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