Rescue the Shinies! [Closed]

[ivaak]

Rescue the Shinies!

Ivaak looked around the tavern, eyes wide, waiting for something exciting to happen. After all, he was new to this land, and the best way to start exciting business in a new land was to check out the local tavern. Besides, so many people dropped coins and other trinkets in taverns when they got carried away with drinking, making it a perfect setting for finding new “citizens” for Cointown. As Ivaak started fantasizing about Cointown, he heard a ruckus a few tables over. One of the patrons was arguing with a member of the town guard. Seeing his chance to start his new career, Ivaak approached the argument.

The man arguing with the guard seemed rather dirty. Various forms of dust and soot outlined his face and hands, and his clothes appeared to be spotted with some form of grease. As Ivaak neared the table, the man and the guard slowed and halted their discussion, wary of the peculiar bird-man approaching them. “What is problem here?” Ivaak asked. The greasy fellow was about to speak up, but the guard beat him to the punch. “This man seems to think that storing his garbage in the labyrinth is a perfectly fine thing to do,” the guard explained, “when such activity creates more unnecessary tripping hazards for explorers and agitates the creatures, making them more aggressive and dangerous!” At this the greasy man spoke up, indignant, “And you expect me to pay a fine for the crime of risking my life because my wastebasket is too small? Besides, they’re just these little broken trinkets!”

The greasy man pulled a few broken pieces of metal, old, but with a little shine to them. To most people, the man was holding out trash. To Ivaak, however, they were precious shinies, and he was shocked by the man’s wastefulness. “You threw these shinies away in labyrinth?!” Ivaak shouted. The man, missing the point, tried to defend himself again: “It’s not like I left them out in the open! I dug a ditch and buried them!” Ivaak gasped in horror: “You put them in ditch!?” The man, oblivious to Ivaak’s demeanor, continued. “Yes! Safe and out of the way!” The guard shook his head: “Yet still disrupting the environment and aggravating the creatures.”

The guard turned to Ivaak and spoke. “You seem to be interested in this…why don’t you round up some fellow explorers and clear out that trash- ahem, those ‘shinies’ for us? I believe he buried them on the first floor so it shouldn’t be too difficult. You will do it, won’t you?” Ivaak slammed his fist on the table, perhaps not so coincidentally on the spot the greasy man’s hand was resting. As the litterer cried out in pain, Ivaak yelled an affirmative “I will do it! I will save shinies from ditch!”

On a regular day, Ivaak would have decided to do this on his own, but he was not familiar with the labyrinth, and with a word as complicated as “labyrinth” describing the place, Ivaak had no doubt that the labyrinth itself would be complicated to try to navigate. Besides, there was a ditch involved, Ivaak’s greatest nightmare, and where there were ditches, the villainous secret police couldn’t be too far away; Ivaak would definitely need all the back-up he could muster. It was time to make some new friends.

With all of the shouting and table smashing, Ivaak already had the attention of the entire tavern; it was just a matter of what other adventurers were there to help. Ivaak turned to his audience and declared: “I am on noble quest to rescue shines from ditch! Who will join?”

(Note: Please join in-character. Just a line or two is fine, if you want.)

Objective: Retrieve the buried “shinies”
Stratum + Floor(s): Stratum 1 | Floor 1
Run Style: Informal Labyrinth Master
Members Needed: 2-5
Skill Point Limit: None

Pandora Ivaak Shelby
Grungle

[Pandora]

(OOC: Ohoho, Chamo is such a masochist joining yet another quest. *sigh* At least I'm not running this one~)

The Red Wyrm Tavern was the perfect place to pick up information. Pandora knew this, but she was also aware that it was the best place to get good ale. The strange woman was a glutton for few things, but alcohol and money were definitely on that list. Drunk Explorers were great to listen in on as they tended to spill their plans for raiding a lost treasure room, or fight a rare monster in the Labyrinth all the freakin' time. Some Explorers just didn't know how to keep their mouths shut whether they were sober or not...

Today's talk was interesting, or rather painfully uninteresting in the beginning. The only bit of juicy info was from the two farmers who were gushing about how they managed to grow a berry bush from some seeds they found in the Labyrinth. Pandora rolled her eyes. "Probably poisoned, you stupid Farmers..."

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It was then that she overheard the ruckus with the Guard and the Bird-guy. First, Pandora had never seen such a creature outside of the Labyrinth but he seemed to intelligent to be one of the Guild's Beasts. Certainly wasn't dressed like a beast either. And with that monk get up... well Pandora knew monks before and none of them had feathers.

She didn't pay attention to much of the conversation, but conveniently heard the word "shinies" and turned her head towards the two. Well, how could Pandora pass on a chance to add some more loot to her growing collection? Of course, she didn't quite hear the part about the "shinies" just being trash, so she assumed the Bird-man was talking about valuable treasure: coins, or gems, or ancient jewelry. Ahh Pandora could hardly contain her excitement! Her eyes lit up and sparkled light bright red rubies in sunlight.

"Well if you're in need of some help Crow-man," Pandora started, making her way towards Ivaak and the Guard. It looked like she was dancing the way she stepped unevenly on the tips of her toes. Then, she leaned back against the bar, both elbows on the smooth wooden surface and flashed them a big grin. "I know a thing or two about 'rescuing shinies' from the Labyrinth." Then with a confident wink and a tap of the whip at her hip, Pandora looked out at the sea of bumbling drunkards and explorers. Less party members was ideal though. More treasure for her that way~ [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

And so, add Pandora to the front line of the party, for she will be joining Ivaak on this quest!

[SHELBY]

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[/b][/color] Smile faded as he bowed his head to the group of four. "Shelby Reinard. I may not look it, but I am a hoplite." Head tilted downwards to look over himself as he spoke, pointing out his extremely plain and somewhat worn clothing. Not exactly something fitting of a knight, but it got the job done. "And I would be glad to help you find the...Shinies." He honestly doubted this guy's ability to pay, Nonetheless, this seemed like a good opportunity for some good experience navigating down there.

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[Grungle]

Grungle was generally ignored, very pointedly, by everyone in the tavern whenever he was inside. Grungle was sure that it was because his clothes were not in fashion here, but was slowly accepting that it was likely due to the fact he was what was commonly referred to here as "A smelly insect man" or a "Don't touch that". Grungle would look at these people, friends, who liked each other have fun in the tavern all the time. They would wrap their hands around each other and touch each others spines, they would do up and down arm wrestling but never let anyone win and some friends even let each other breath into each others mouths. All of Grungle's other friends died on the boat he fell off, and he had no friends here. If one of his kind killed him, where would the "Best Freind Sense." lead him? Nowhere.

Grungle wished he had a friend, or that other people here thought like Grungle did, they all acted so strange, and looked weird. For one there were two different kinds of Heuman, "Man"s and "Layday"s, and Grungle still didn't' know the difference, other than what he learned talking to a well dressed Man-Hueman in on of their boarding houses, a "Brothel", which was that you were unable to live with one, but also couldn't live without them, all of them owned cans and that you had to pay to be friends with them sometimes. Hueman's were strange.

Here is a perfect example here! Grungle thought, looking at a Man-Hueman throwing away precious Metal, enough to fight a skirmish over back in his world. Grungle could hardly suppress his anger, he grabbed his pewter goblet of recreational-poison and cocked his arm back to hurl it at the Man. That was when the other person sitting at the table reacted sensibly to the man's actions and, clearly outraged, slammed his hand on his eating companion's, and began pointing how how valuable these "shinnies" were. Grungle splayed his mandibles out, a smile. The man than showed his face and Grungle's grip on the cup tightened again. Bird! BIIIIRRD! Giant birds would ravage the rocky islands Grungle and his people made residence upon frequently in great flocks, killing many of his family and freinds. As a Thrower he spent his life training to hunt them. And this man was a bird.

Grungle's rage subsided when he suddenly got a plan. This was his chance, his people spent great time and effort trying to catch the "Great Birds" and try to train or queston them, and now a bird man, small and not terribly aerodynamic, stood in front of him. He could make him his freind, and learn more of Birds. And, as a bonus, he was a smart bird who liked metal and used only small words, like Grungle. When the bird person called out that he wanted allies to help him rescue the abandoned metal, Grungle dropped his cup and strode confidently towards him. "Grungle knows metal is big too. Grungle helps Bird-Man. Maybe one day we can hand-spine, but now mind-think that Gurngle has rock and help for bird, not badness."

(Grungle will take the back, behind the person with the most interesting hair.)

[ivaak]

Time to start quest! Posting order is:

Ivaak -> Pandora -> Shelby -> Grungle

Get over here!