Quest

[Admin]

You are a member of the village, Springs Edge. The mayor called on you to do a quest with your small guild of neighbors - who just happen to be your close friends!

Everyone in the guild lives on the same street. None of the buildings are particularly tall.

OBJECTIVE COMPLETE: Wake Up

"I had something I had to do today!" you remember as you wake up this morning. Before you leave tonight, you need to get some stuff from the shops across town. You can't travel these scary country roads without something to protect yourself with.

OBJECTIVE: Prepare your inventory. Get money to buy whatever you think you'll need for your quest, and make sure to be waiting by town hall before twilight comes.

[Griffin]

"DAMMIT GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE THIEF!"

Ben was running like mad through the rough forest, his pockets jingling with every step. He was far faster than the merchant whose cart "broke down" on the back roads through the woods. It would just take some time to get clear. With this money, he would be able to buy up as much equipment as he needed for the mayor's quest. And it wouldn't blow back on him either. He made sure to pick a foreign merchant so he'd have no way of identifying Ben as Ben. After the hollers of the merchant had sufficiently faded, Ben slowed to a steady jog, slowly regaining his breath. Before long, he was back on the main road to Springs Edge.

He made his way to the local smith. His dad trained him in swordplay, but he couldn't possibly wield the massive weapons his dad did. However, a simple straight sword, a small targe, and some light armor from the local tanner and Ben would be well protected.

The smell of iron, steel, smoke, and sweat was oddly striking to Ben. It intrigued him. Perhaps he was a blacksmith in another life. The smith always had what was for sale out on a table within sight of his working station. He took notice to Ben and nodded to him upon arrival. He examined the swords, looking for the tell-tale signs of a sturdy blade his dad taught him about. One in particular caught his eye. It was a sleek, single-edged blade, with a leather wrapped hilt and an iron crosspiece Ben picked it up gingerly and gave it a few test hacks and stabs. It as perfectly balanced and razor sharp. "How much?" he hollered over to the smith with a smile on his face.

The smith chuckled. "Good eye. She's beaut, that one. It'll cost you, though."

With an even bigger smile, Ben pulled out the bag of coins he "found" by the cart. The smith's eyes widened and opened the bag, checking the money. Then his face changed to confusion, followed with a sigh before he handed the bag back to Ben. "What's wrong?" Ben asked.

"We don't take foreign currency here, boy."

Ben's heart sank. A big bag of shiny, useless money. He mumbled an apology to the smith and moped his way out the door.

"That was a perfect pick too! Foreign merchant, traveling alone, cart full of riches and I can't spend 'em here. Dammit."

He wasn't without weapons. He had an old sword back home, but it was only in decent shape. His daggers were old too. Only thing still reliable was his slingshot.

"Guess that'll hafta do."

[Golden Emblem]

Matthew woke up with a start. He had been having a nightmare about his brother. He had left the family a few years ago, leaving Matthew alone with his father, who wasn't exactly the best person to be around. Matthew didn't blame his brother for leaving, but at the same time, he missed him. His nightmare had seen his brother dying in front of Matthew, in a way which was... disturbing. He didn't enjoy these nightmares at all, so instead of going back to sleep, he stood up and got ready for the day.

He got dressed quickly, throwing his robe on top of his normal outfit of dress pants and a dress shirt. It honestly wasn't his choice, but his father wanted him to be a tidy boy in all he did. The robe was just for show, and it hid his weapons of choice, which were always attached to his belt, ready to go in case someone attacked or something crazy like that. He didn’t believe he’d be attacked normally, but today he was going on a quest, and he needed to be at the town hall before twilight.

Matthew had two things to do before he went on his quest. He needed to get some herbs from the local flower/herbal remedies store, and he needed to get some cheap armour, too. He decided going to the herb shop was the better choice, as the armoury was closer to the town hall, and it’d take him less time to get there if he was slow. He quickly left the house, and it was a quick run to the herbal store. However, he took a moment to stretch outside the store, and glance around. He wondered if he would meet anyone on this quest.

[Admin]

Stepping from the short wooden farmhouse staircase with a heavy trot, Heath gently put his thumb to his lips and bit his nail. Something... I had to do... "Oh yeah. Gotta get some stuff." Not particularly excited to go about the town immediately to get his stuff for the quest, Heath stared longingly back at his road as his small steps faded him into the distance.

Rats! I was hoping someone would come out of their house to go shopping by now. It seems too early to knock. Having someone talk to all the clerks for me would've been so great... What if the clerk thinks I'm stealing and I get hanged from the gallows?

Heath paced slowly, each step, he considered an item he might need for the quest.

"There's no real reason I need a fighting weapon... I'm not that strong. Everyone will have weapons... I should get us food, or something."

A midst his brief mumbled dialogue, the boy took note of a moderately thick branch lying on the ground. It was a tad moist with dew, and only a few bugs on it. Just in case I don't find anything else.

Heath carried his moist wooden stick proudly, swinging it around when people weren't looking. Now equipped with a weapon, and pretty damn certain that the cheap-ass blacksmith always overprices his stuff, Heath made his way to the pharmacy. He didn't know what exactly to say, but somehow, he needed a medical kit.

"...Uhm... Excuse me..." Heath muttered, looking at the counter. The young woman behind the counter smiled. "How can I help you, kiddo?"

"Are... uh, are you the owner of this store?" Heath inquired. Upon a more detailed inspection of the store, Heath noticed how there were drastically fewer pharmaceutical supplies, as opposed to produce and things one would find in a common grocery.

"Yes I am, deary! How may I help you? Are you looking for something?" she boldly followed up with, almost with a slight drawl to her voice. Heath wondered momentarily if she were slow, but ultimately decided that he just didn't enjoy her speech patterns.

"Er, I am, but that's not an issue... See... I need a medical kit. Would you be willing to trade for one? I only have books..."

"My hun, this is shameful of me, but I can't read much! I don't like long sentences on paper, and I'm in no need for kindling."

Heath stared from the counter, to the floor. He winced, and bounded back with an idea.

"Miss, you don't get your produce from this town... do you?"

The lady was thrown aback. "I do not, my dear. I get the in-season fruits and vegetables from the town nearby. Why?"

"How much do you pay for a full crate of apples?" Heath asked sternly. He never considered himself much of a business man, but if he could do something to get that medical kit, he'd do it.

"1,500 gold coins, give or take a handful..."

"Ma'am, I can arrange for you to get each crate of apples priced as low as 800 gold coins!"

This woman might be slow, because 800 gold coins is still pretty overpriced...

The woman shook Heath's hand and put the smallest, most ridiculously sized medical kit in his hand. He smiled through his rage, turned, and walked out of the store.

"Okay... got a medical kit. Now everyone else doesn't need to worry about getting hurt too badly."

Heath picked up his stick that he had left outside, and fiddled in the dirt for a moment before slumping to the ground in disdain.

[Cetasaurus]

((Bad timing, again, on my part. I have to go for ten days. If I'm still allowed, I'll join this when I get back. Sorry. >.< ))

[Golden Emblem]

Matthew had decided to take a bit of a stroll instead of going to buy herbs right away, and that's when he saw Heath slumped on the ground. He wasn't exactly impressed by this act of laziness or stupidity, so he decided to walk towards Heath, and stand right behind him. He was about to grab Heath and pick him up to his feet, and then he actually realized who it was, and chuckled a bit. This wasn't too out of line for Heath.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

[Admin]

"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks." EXCEPT FOR A MANIACALLY IDIOTIC WOMAN WHO SOMEHOW RUNS A BUSINESS. OTHER THAN THAT I'M FINE. "And yourself?"

Heath propped his back up, and reached his arms out to Matthew, implying that he needed help off the ground. Heath's eyes stared into Matthew's soul, begging for his support and aid. Certainly, Matthew had to have some kind of sympathy for him. Heath was slow and weak.

[Golden Emblem]

Matthew felt Heath stare into his soul, asking for his aid. He knew that Heath couldn't get up on his own, and that he was just sitting there begging for his aid. Matthew was about to reach a hand out, but then he remembered that he was trying to make Heath a better member of the guild, and that required making him getting off his own ass instead of being helped up.

"I'm alright. I'm doing some shopping before we have to go out. What kind of armour do you think matches my eyes?" Matthew wondered, a bit sarcastically.

[Admin]

"You should wear leather armor." Heath said dryly. "Leather is cheaper than metal, light, and you can eat it if you were to find yourself without food."

Heath pushed himself up with the stick he picked up. Surprisingly, it supported his weight. Opening Matthew's hand, the boy placed the tiny medicine pack from the shop on his comrade's palm.

"I went through an abnormal amount of trouble for this, so make sure you use it if you have to."

"...Oh, what time is it? Not TOO long past noon, right?"