The height of LongHeat? Baking sun? Hot ground? Stifling air? And a bunch of people with a lot of tension to work through? HELP WANTED
Able bodies needed to create a training area. Please report to the guildhall at noon tomorrow. As the former Captain of Training in Northaven, Ronin already knew exactly what he was looking to create. And the bit of land outside the back of the guildhall was perfect for his needs. With him he had already gathered all manner of supplies, the hunter sitting on an upturned crate to see who would turn up. Sugar perched on his shoulder, breathing cool air onto the back of his neck. And he had never loved any creature more in that moment. This is a PQ to set up some training grounds at the back of the Monster Hunters Guild! There are 3 available spaces. 1. 2. 3. Melita ronypony it's always nice to make an impression |
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the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 82 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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Cobbler / Leatherworker
Age: 31 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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06-22-2019, 08:01 PM
Are
A chance for hard work and no promised pay, all in sweltering heat and with possible enemies of the "crown". Only a friend or fool would answer such a notice, and a man who deemed himself both could be found refilling his waterskin just a hair before noon. Dressed in not much more than enough to keep a modicum of decency while still not melting away, linen, and not much of it. He still hadn't had a chance to properly introduce himself to the people he reckoned he would make common cause with more and more as the days grew shorter again. Yet, nothing for a first impression like offering a helping hand expecting nothing in return. At least it was enough of a reassurance he wasn't just pissing away another day not at his workbench or at the pell. A shake of his head and a small look to the clear skies. A little prayer for Ludo to take him good should the heat or awkwardness prove too much, then he let three heavy knocks on the guildhall door ring out. the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers ✓ Soul Shepherd ✓
Portal Guardian Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int: ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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06-23-2019, 12:47 AM
He knew how hard it was to repair or build beneath the baking sun of Longheat. His own attempts to repair the Atheneum had been slowed by the wicked weather, but because of that he didn't feel he could leave a friend to fend for himself in it, either. Though, never let it be said that he couldn't learn the occasional new lesson...
A wheelbarrow borrowed from his own renovation site rolled and bumped cheerfully down the street as the Loreseeker approached, a keg of rainwater held within. He made his way to the Monster Hunter's Guild and offered Ronin a grin as Isuma peeked her head over the side of the wheelbarrow to Reep! a panted greeting at Sugar. The gryphlet was far too warm in her coat of feathers and fur, and quickly leapt to crouch in the shade beside Ronin's crate as her companion set the wheelbarrow down, glancing briefly to Are with a neutral expression and then back to his friend. "The bridge wasn't fancy enough for you?" he teased, wiping sweat from his brow before replacing the broad-brimmed straw hat that looked terribly out of place on a man who usually took care to look refined. Inelegant it might have been, but it shaded his face and neck as he sauntered over to his fellow guildmaster and punster. "I've brought water for the day's work," he gestured back at the keg. "And I can help you hang things high up or haul carts if I need to." It was an oblique admission, not flaunting his abilities but acknowledging that Ronin already knew what he was, and some of what he could do, if it would be helpful that day. the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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06-23-2019, 12:47 PM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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06-24-2019, 04:39 PM
if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
Was Remi able-bodied? Should he have been helping his friend, guild-leader, bed-sharer-and whatever else he and Ronin were, with his project? Yes. Was he? Well...in a way. A lion's roar is loud, and while it certainly carries, it is perhaps not quite so moving as the joyful cackle of a child. Harnessed onto the lion's back sat the daughter of the guildmaster, starry-eyes crinkled with happiness. Used to both the lions roar, the feeling of mane tangled in her fingers, and the strange feline-gait of the creature beneath her, Aoife looked almost as if she didn't need the harness she was strapped into. On her noble steed, Aoife urged Remi forward through a series of coos and gurgles that the alchemist willingly obeyed. ~Remi isn't in this PQ, he's just lioning-about with Aoife.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 82 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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06-24-2019, 08:19 PM
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers ✓ Soul Shepherd ✓
Portal Guardian Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int: ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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06-24-2019, 08:54 PM
"Melita!" Jigano called out brightly, glad to see the fiery girl again and offering her a grin - and one for Fangorn as well, the little gourd having grown on him quite a bit. "We keep running into each other at these things!" He chuckled and turned to Ronin to hear what the Guildmaster had planned. Training Grounds had been in the announcement, but the actual details were what he'd been waiting to hear, tilting his head intently as Ronin listed their tasks.
Fence-pounding was decidedly not his forte, not with his weak little 'noodle arms' as Edy liked to call them. The hay bales might have been the easiest of the tasks at hand, but they weren't going to be an easy haul, either. That left the weapons... a dirty, tedious job, but someone had to do it, and he at least knew how to take care of steel. "If you've got some sand and grinding stones, I'll get to work on the blades," he offered with a wry grin of his own. "Just give me a place in the shade to work, and I'll get on it!" In fact, he stole Ronin's crate, settling in with the mish mash of weapons in various states of disrepair and a big sigh. Luckily he had Isuma beside him to cheer him along and he grinned at the gryphlet as he raised the first rusted sword and began to strop the rust from it with steady, patient strokes. "Have you met Fangorn?" he asked her, nodding towards the vampire gourd. "You should go say hello!" Tentatively, clearly a little uncertain of this strange new friend, the gryphlet crept towards the gourd, chirruping quiet greetings as she snuck closer to investigate Melita 's companion.
Cobbler / Leatherworker
Age: 31 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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06-24-2019, 09:14 PM
Are
Nodding to the people gathered as he entered, Are waited to greet them all with a short bow and instead of pleasantries busied himself with giving the area a once over. Not much of a builder, but well acquainted with hard labor he eyed the simple, but not easy, task of fencing. A glance at the others made it clear he had drawn the short straw, or at least that was how it appeared to the for once uncharacteristically quiet cobbler. "Thanks for having us! Say, I'm not usually the inquisitive kind, but what exactly will this here field be used for, or well, by who?" Are asked Ronin as he began lugging posts and placing them at the marks. the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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06-24-2019, 11:44 PM
the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 82 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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06-25-2019, 10:36 AM
Cobbler / Leatherworker
Age: 31 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6 - Int:
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06-25-2019, 01:40 PM
Are
Neither subtlety nor patience was the cobbler's strong suit, yet he so desperately tried to live up to virtues instilled. Keeping his tentative questions as vague as he possibly could and not rushing to the point seemed to stand in direct conflict with his need to keep control of what was coming out of his mouth. Not going of on a wildly unrelated tangent but at the same time not blurting out whatever came to mind, like what the whole royal mess had stirred up. So he went back to work, mouth shut, driving the posts into the hard dirt with enough force to seat them and a few taps of a sledgehammer to really settle them. Looking up at Ronin as he got back, he couldn't help but but picking the brash path. "Look. Roana told me you could be trusted..." he said, voice low and exasperated. Mind grasping at words that slipped by and in their stead came only old things that had to do. "This myk... Are hissed, gesturing vaguely at the door. "A queen? An outlander even. I mean no offense, but there's gonna be trouble, just like last time, when Roana stirred up trouble at the spire. There will be people, angry people looking for somewhere to turn, someone to turn to..." he ranted on and just kind of petered out, leaving the weak statement hanging and kept working to stave off any further ramblings. the Honeybee
Age: 26 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 1 - Strg: 62 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 63 - Luck: 62 - Int: FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd SILA - Mythical - Dragon (Fire Breath)
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06-25-2019, 02:10 PM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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06-25-2019, 02:39 PM
if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
Growling with a white-fanged smile towards Melita, Remi and Aoife were quick to offer their support. And by support, what it actually was was a child finger painting and a lion's fur quickly making an absolute mess of things. Still, Aoife seemed absolutely delighted to be covered in paint. Her chubby hands dipped into the wells of colour and then splashed over some of Melita's designs. For Remi's part, he would lower the tuft of his tail into a pot of paint and then try to sketch out crude stars for the arrows to aim for. Really, they looked just like blobs of white, and while the alchemist was sure he'd hear some criticism from Ronin, for now the fact that Aoife was laughing was all that mattered.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers ✓ Soul Shepherd ✓
Portal Guardian Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int: ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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06-25-2019, 05:47 PM
"If nothing else, we can use them as shaving mirrors now!" Jigano joked, rubbing the sweat from his forehead with a grin at the Guildmaster. The weapons weren't quite that shiny, but they were in better shape than they had been, and as usable as they were likely to get unless he took them to the forge for deeper repairs than he was likely to manage here.
"Ah, organizing, one of my favorite hobbies!" He gave Ronin a mock salute and began gathering up the fruits of his labors in the oily cloth he'd used to protect his legs with. It took a few trips, but once he had them near enough to the barrels he began sorting them as directed: swords went tip-down on one barrel, the most obvious choice. Spears, glaives, and polearms went in another, for people who might want a little more reach. Arrows were the easiest, though they were an eclectic collection of all weights and lengths that would challenge any novice archer, and after a moment's considering the bard found some string and began bundling the arrows into sheaves of a dozen, as closely matched in size and weight as he could get them. Axes were separated by those used for chopping and those used for throwing; the latter deposited in a bucket rather than a barrel so their shorter handles could be retrieved more easily. Staffs of various lengths went into the final barrel, separated from unstrung bows by a plank of wood slipped vertically into the barrel as a makeshift divider. Standing back to admire a job well-done, he grinned and wiped the oil from his hands, then headed to the water barrel, filling his own mug and taking a long, slow drink before filling it again and ambling towards Melita to admire her artwork and offer her a drink under the Longheat sun. | |||||
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