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Post by Marceline Labelle on Jan 14, 2019 17:59:25 GMT
Quest Name: Emberbloom
Details: There is a rare flower that only grows on the volcanic islands of Aestellus, and a certain young woman would pay a fair sum to get one.
Word Count: 1000 Words
Modding: Request what you'd prefer when you post the quest. Mod summon if needed.
Reward: 40 Florence
Marceline was enjoying a nice little break from the more bustly nature Silvaria could have as she took a trip to one of the volcanic islands of Aestellus, one of the ones with the nicer beaches. Now sure, supposedly, this islands volcano was always more prepared to blow, but it wasnât like she had much to threat about. Unlike most examples of her âraceâ she had a lot more durability to her. Now sure it probably would mean she couldnât show up for a while, but sheâd just return to her family a miraculous survivor of the event, and she could wear a killer tan for a few weeks regardless.
Now sure, she could just shapeshift a tan rather than get one naturally, but where was the fun in that?
Leaning back into her beach lounger, the noble girl took a glass from one of her servers and dipped her hat lower to keep her eyes in the shade, sipping happily from her drink as she enjoyed the high life an old friend of hers had left behind. She was just letting out a pleasant groan as she raised her arms over her head in a nice long stretch when the sound of a woman communing with the locals caught her ear.
âOh come on, one of you outsiders must wanna take that up?â Marcie was faintly intrigued, primarily because sheâd always heard that outsiders had a reputation for taking odd jobs, though she was never sure why. Furthermore she wasnât exactly sure why they might be offering the odd job in the first place. She watched the woman for a small bit, just barely catching her words when someone seemed intrigued in what she was going on about.
Apparently theyâd been looking for a rare flower for their partner. Some custom of love in their culture. There was also talk of a reward but when she described how the flower was so close to the top of the volcano the man seemed to lose any interest. Marceline however was still intrigued, motioning for her aid to take a break as she got up, just dressed in her beach attire and leaving her hat on as she approached. The woman briefly seemed elated by the shoulder tap just to think someone might be interested, but the fact Marceline didnât cut such an imposing figure had the woman thinking they were going to be asked to keep quiet instead.
âExcuse me, you said you were looking for a rare flower?â
Well color her surprised. While Marceline listened the woman eagerly described the issue, though they did keep the volcano aspect to the very last. The flinched a little, expecting a decline right away especially from someone looking like Marceline did, but the greenette just smiled and nodded. âSounds easy enough. Just wait down here on the beach okay? I wouldnât want to come back down here and not have someone to give it to.â
The woman opened her mouth, genuinely fairly stunned by this turn of events but as Marceline started to skip off the beach towards the volcano at the center of the island, she wasnât about to complain. Once the greenette herself was sure she was out of anyoneâs sight, she carefully started to remove her beach attire while taking her more slimey, yet still humanoid form. With no eyes on her it was comfortable enough, but primarily this just made things faster.
Slithering through the jungle leading up to the volcano quickly enough, using her ability to shift so fluidly as a slime to stick about the upper levels of the trees so as not to attract any form of predator, she hastily reached the base of the potentially dangerous mountain, realizing how much of a climb she had ahead of her and deciding to get to work, rubbing her gooey hands together before coiling up and jumping with the aid of her continuous form to end up practically creating a reverse stream up to the next stable looking ledge.
With a few exhausting bounds, she managed to make it about the level the woman had indicated by pointing her finger. Now, slithering along the narrow pathways was no big deal, any normal person would have been cautious but Marcie just slithered along the narrow edge, plucking the flower and carefully storing it inside herself before taking a nice, slow, careful slither down the side, like melting jellow mold sliding down the edge of itâs container.
A zipping trip through the jungle again later, and Marceline was back at the beach. She almost re-entered in her slime form but managed to stop herself when she was reminded of reality by the bikini sheâd left hanging on the trees. Carefully to put it back on before shifting back into her usual race, she adjusted the clothes, stepping out of the jungle, but stopping as she felt a lump in her throat. With a light bit of chest pounding, she found the flower coming out on the tip of her tongue. Thankfully intact butâŠyeah, she needed to remember to take things out before she shifted like that again.
Approaching the beach,flicking a droplet of slime carefully off the flower, she was glad it still looked pretty intact as she handed it over, smiling at the woman who seemed ever so grateful, and quickly declining the offered reward. âOh please, I canât accept that. If youâre giving the flower to someone you love just put that away for something special for the two of you okay? I wouldnât have it any other way.â Smiling brightly at the woman as they bowed their head, Marceline felt a little good. Normally days just flew by, she enjoyed them, but they justâŠcame and went. This was definitely a good day, and one she hoped sheâd be remembering.
For now though, back to lounging in the sun.~ Now where was her aid? She hadnât given him the whole bloody day off so he better have not ran off when she still needed him.
Details: There is a rare flower that only grows on the volcanic islands of Aestellus, and a certain young woman would pay a fair sum to get one.
Word Count: 1000 Words
Modding: Request what you'd prefer when you post the quest. Mod summon if needed.
Reward: 40 Florence
Marceline was enjoying a nice little break from the more bustly nature Silvaria could have as she took a trip to one of the volcanic islands of Aestellus, one of the ones with the nicer beaches. Now sure, supposedly, this islands volcano was always more prepared to blow, but it wasnât like she had much to threat about. Unlike most examples of her âraceâ she had a lot more durability to her. Now sure it probably would mean she couldnât show up for a while, but sheâd just return to her family a miraculous survivor of the event, and she could wear a killer tan for a few weeks regardless.
Now sure, she could just shapeshift a tan rather than get one naturally, but where was the fun in that?
Leaning back into her beach lounger, the noble girl took a glass from one of her servers and dipped her hat lower to keep her eyes in the shade, sipping happily from her drink as she enjoyed the high life an old friend of hers had left behind. She was just letting out a pleasant groan as she raised her arms over her head in a nice long stretch when the sound of a woman communing with the locals caught her ear.
âOh come on, one of you outsiders must wanna take that up?â Marcie was faintly intrigued, primarily because sheâd always heard that outsiders had a reputation for taking odd jobs, though she was never sure why. Furthermore she wasnât exactly sure why they might be offering the odd job in the first place. She watched the woman for a small bit, just barely catching her words when someone seemed intrigued in what she was going on about.
Apparently theyâd been looking for a rare flower for their partner. Some custom of love in their culture. There was also talk of a reward but when she described how the flower was so close to the top of the volcano the man seemed to lose any interest. Marceline however was still intrigued, motioning for her aid to take a break as she got up, just dressed in her beach attire and leaving her hat on as she approached. The woman briefly seemed elated by the shoulder tap just to think someone might be interested, but the fact Marceline didnât cut such an imposing figure had the woman thinking they were going to be asked to keep quiet instead.
âExcuse me, you said you were looking for a rare flower?â
Well color her surprised. While Marceline listened the woman eagerly described the issue, though they did keep the volcano aspect to the very last. The flinched a little, expecting a decline right away especially from someone looking like Marceline did, but the greenette just smiled and nodded. âSounds easy enough. Just wait down here on the beach okay? I wouldnât want to come back down here and not have someone to give it to.â
The woman opened her mouth, genuinely fairly stunned by this turn of events but as Marceline started to skip off the beach towards the volcano at the center of the island, she wasnât about to complain. Once the greenette herself was sure she was out of anyoneâs sight, she carefully started to remove her beach attire while taking her more slimey, yet still humanoid form. With no eyes on her it was comfortable enough, but primarily this just made things faster.
Slithering through the jungle leading up to the volcano quickly enough, using her ability to shift so fluidly as a slime to stick about the upper levels of the trees so as not to attract any form of predator, she hastily reached the base of the potentially dangerous mountain, realizing how much of a climb she had ahead of her and deciding to get to work, rubbing her gooey hands together before coiling up and jumping with the aid of her continuous form to end up practically creating a reverse stream up to the next stable looking ledge.
With a few exhausting bounds, she managed to make it about the level the woman had indicated by pointing her finger. Now, slithering along the narrow pathways was no big deal, any normal person would have been cautious but Marcie just slithered along the narrow edge, plucking the flower and carefully storing it inside herself before taking a nice, slow, careful slither down the side, like melting jellow mold sliding down the edge of itâs container.
A zipping trip through the jungle again later, and Marceline was back at the beach. She almost re-entered in her slime form but managed to stop herself when she was reminded of reality by the bikini sheâd left hanging on the trees. Carefully to put it back on before shifting back into her usual race, she adjusted the clothes, stepping out of the jungle, but stopping as she felt a lump in her throat. With a light bit of chest pounding, she found the flower coming out on the tip of her tongue. Thankfully intact butâŠyeah, she needed to remember to take things out before she shifted like that again.
Approaching the beach,flicking a droplet of slime carefully off the flower, she was glad it still looked pretty intact as she handed it over, smiling at the woman who seemed ever so grateful, and quickly declining the offered reward. âOh please, I canât accept that. If youâre giving the flower to someone you love just put that away for something special for the two of you okay? I wouldnât have it any other way.â Smiling brightly at the woman as they bowed their head, Marceline felt a little good. Normally days just flew by, she enjoyed them, but they justâŠcame and went. This was definitely a good day, and one she hoped sheâd be remembering.
For now though, back to lounging in the sun.~ Now where was her aid? She hadnât given him the whole bloody day off so he better have not ran off when she still needed him.
