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Post by Skylos on Dec 2, 2021 6:30:29 GMT -6
Next to the other quest, there is a small post it note with a smudge of dirt on one edge.
"Bugs are eating all the berries, please help! - Turner"
Turner is the owner of Nature's Bounty, so perhaps it's best to go down to the shop and see how you can help.
In Order to Succeed: Help Turner rid his prized berry trees of pests.
Prize: Quest Points
Challenge Rating: Very Easy
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Post by Skylos on Dec 6, 2021 17:30:27 GMT -6
Em and Saph lv 0, lv 8 He hopes these are the last of the invasion of bugs in his kennel. WIth a very jury rigged attempt of a scraper without having to ascend another ladder, Skylos believed he had come up with a perfect idea. Scrape the eggs free of the ceiling, let them fall and burst, feed the remains to the trio of jewel eyed buggies that now seemed interested in at least taking food from him without a finger being included. Who would’ve guessed, carnivorous wasps. That’s sarcasm. The squelching noise of removing the thick and heavy sacs makes him feel physically ill by sound alone. But he’s determined this time. Not nearly as much time as he wants to check the quest board for work. Slowly the improvised paint scraper on a stick inches along under one of the sacs until it pulls free, still holding fast to its fellow. Skylos stops what he’s doing and watches the object swing, not interested at all in how it was still holding tight until a more squelchy ripping noise, and gravity pulled the other egg free until they land with a splat on the patch of tarp he’d managed to borrow with quick reasoning off a maintenance staff who only seemed able to get ‘tarp’ and ‘please’ out of his hurried attempt for Common. Instead of bursting as the fat little balloons he expects, they do break, but because something sharp has broken free of both, hooked together. 1 [26 0/5 1/10 2/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 6, 2021 17:30:52 GMT -6
No explosions this time please. The breaks split in half and ...well that wasn’t going to help him at all. There is a pair of them now, and this officially makes five. Their sickle claws hooked together, heads bowed like frozen in time. Two sets of jeweled eyes seem to flicker and change from the grayish stare, lift, look at each other, their claws hooked together, than at him. If this were some pair of people or sentient beast, he’d feel a bit bad on intruding on this moment of ...birth, but at the moment it just annoyed him. One has green eyes, the other has blue. Still tan worms like their brother and sister and who knew what the hell Goldeneye would turn out to be. Instead, he scoops up the clearly infant bugs and hauls off to find out why the berry master is having so many problems with his trees. They had done it. The pair knew it was the end when the ropes were thrown around their thoraxes, pinning the wings and being hauled out in cages to be sold like a common beast. Green eyes had hooked her barbed leg through her cage, wrapping it in comfort about the blue barbed leg of her partner. If they were going, might as well go together. To have horrible tasting liquid bottles put into their mandible’d mouths and awaiting naught but the end. Instead of a blurred creature, a fluffy animal face comes into their reawoken visions after looking at each other.
2 [26 0/5 1/10 3/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 6, 2021 17:31:55 GMT -6
The ‘breeder’ man doesn’t seem very pleased with Skylos bringing bugs along to deal with the bugs but he explains in writing because he’s botched Common too much speaking it, “new hatch vespa. Feed your bugs to them.” That might pacify, because the man doesn’t come back a second time. As long as the berry trees are bug free, it doesn’t matter how its done, right? Now he’s just cat man, but Skylos is in his opinion, pretty smart about going for things. The berry ‘trees’ are potted and just tall enough to reach from the counter if he plants his elbow down and reached up with his fingers. About the height of the baby buggies beside him. They weren’t hooked together anymore, but keeping rather close to each other vs explore away from. Green looks down at blue, making a trilling noise akin to shock and surprise. You are young again. Looks down at themselves. The tiny tan sickles held close to a thick tan body. I am young again! Blue doesn’t quite understand what has happened. Maybe whatever they got fed has an adverse effect on the mind. We are not sold, we are free! A chittering trill before the sound turns panicked. That gets blue’s attention. Looking around, Green has been lifted up from the ground, and so had they. Being planted on a cold surface, in front of giants. But looking up, the compound eyes zero in on the multitude of bugs clinging to leaves and fruit alike. Giants indeed; being young means one thing to a vespa; BEING SMALL.
3 [26 0/5 1/10 4/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 6, 2021 17:32:29 GMT -6
Being small does have its boons, but for something used to being the biggest creature in the room, short of those angst on six limbs called sarane, being small is not a good thing. Focus on the issue of sizing later, buglets. You have food hanging over your head. The beast with the furry face turns leaves over with their own feet with multiple fluffy barbs upon them, picking a grub free and bringing it closer to the pair to see. He’s making noises, pretending to eat it. Vespa don’t have many expressions, but two pairs of tiny antennae flatten with as much ‘we know how to eat’ sort of look they can do, being larvae again. Or wormling. Make up the mind on which it is. Because clearly remembering being big and having wings is NOT HELPING THIS MUCH. Wormlings have no wings, much to Blue’s shock. They’ll fly up and snitch the grub out of ...the… air. Oh worm. By the tiny trilling chitters, Blue eyed bug is NOT happy at the prospect of no wings. If they had the ability, their tail would be rattling right now. Or butt end. Whichever. Calm down, watch me. I can worm. You can worm too. Green eyes scootches forward like the worm they are present, and raises up on their butt end like some sort of extension. Eyes focused upwards on the grub hanging from Skylos’s fingers. The mandibles, tiny little nips, wave like an open window’s curtain. Beast waits, than lowers the grub. Green snips down o the grub, eating it. Get food any way we can. More food, grow big sooner. 4 [26 0/5 1/10 5/20]
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Post by Skylos on Dec 6, 2021 17:33:18 GMT -6
Well at least the green eyed vespa wormling caught on fast to the idea of eating. The cat man smiles, his white fangs poking out from under split upper lip. Instead of turning every leaf over on these plants, he’d let the vespa do the pest work, and check the plant after they’d stopped trying to reach for grubs. As for himself, he’d go for the ones who were less squishy. Not the fastest snitch of the lower folk, but he can catch a few faster creatures. Occasionally a fly or so. And he’s got a borrowed jam jar with lid to stick them in. Whatever wasn’t eaten, would be afterwards. The fliers need food and space, and jam jar has none. He can’t put the wormlings in a jam jar either. Tiny sickles dig into the tree bark as he watches one ascend upwards, seeking more grubs. The other watches until making a success and starts copying the other. Except for eye color, Skylos would be assuming they were twins. Or at least the kind born attached to each other. He didn’t want to even know where the eggs had come from. Because now they were off his ceiling, he had five buggies to deal with, and the challenge factor as they grew would increase quite fast in Skylos’ opinion. End +1 5 [26 0/5 1/10 6/20]
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Post by NPC on Dec 19, 2021 10:47:34 GMT -6
Congratulations, you have successfully completed the quest! Your QP will be added to the bank and your prize will be sent out shortly.
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