[God Quest] there's a clamor in your whispering

LIAM

Oh, how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds me of places of times we shared

It was early in the day when Liam made for the Crimson Cataract, sword at his hip and offering in his hands. The sun filtered through the tree trunks surrounding the floating river, setting the leaves above aflame, and yet the Cataract stood starkly against it all, a deep crimson that couldn't be matched by the trees this early in the season.

The shrine, too, was wreathed in brilliant yellows and oranges and reds, the small statue almost golden in the soft morning light. Liam stopped before it, setting down the box containing various fruit and vegetable seeds before drawing the sword that Deimos had crafted. This, too, he laid at the statue's base. The sword itself was a steel longsword, basic looking save for the emerald in its hilt and the dream bird feathers at its base.

"Frey?" Liam rumbled. "I have completed the tasks you set for me." Then he waited patiently, hoping for a response.

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Liam is turning in the quest received here: a whisper and a clamor

1. Complete a thread mining ore of his choice from The Climb, where minerals and metals are abundant. this song is my confession - Collected iron and emerald (for the pommel) with Maea.
2. Complete a thread collecting the feathers from a Dream Bird. [SE] finer souls - Collected dream bird feathers with Lena.
3. Complete a thread having the sword made from the ore in 1. and with the Dream Bird feathers from 2. as decoration. they all know your name - Got the sword made with Deimos.
4. Complete a training thread focusing on a skill of your choice, but ensuring you are weighed down throughout the thread. (e.g. with ankle weights, weighted armour, holding a bucket of water, your choice!) [Training] if I can be strong - Trained with Zavien while holding a heavy stone.

Couldn't live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again

Frey

Nothing happens at first, until a curious cracking sound fills the air; should Liam look down, he will find his little box all but exploding apart as the seeds within burst into maturity, tumbling out into a veritable cornucopia of fruits and vegetables. Soft laughter follows it, Frey watching the display with satisfaction from the suspended crimson waters of the cataract. Clad once again only in the red lichen that grows abundantly here, they twist in the current to regard Liam and his sword with approval.

"Very good," they croon. "I approve of the emerald. It's your colour, sugar." Tipping him a wink and gracefully dropping down from the Cataract to stand, they reach out towards the blade, bringing it weightlessly into the air before them. "Mm, I think this will do nicely," they confirm, tapping gentle fingers against the steel to produce a faint ringing noise, before the sword abruptly drops as if heavier than it ought to be, landing upright, buried in the soft earth.

"Use it well, yes?"

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Liam has completed his quest and has received the following:

Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Oakblade | When sheathed, this longsword feels as light as a feather, but upon being unsheathed, it instantly adjusts its weight to the wearer’s intent, allowing for devastatingly heavy strikes.

LIAM

Oh, how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds me of places of times we shared

A crack filled the air, and Liam glanced down to find the box of seeds suddenly filled with fruits and vegetables, a soft bout of laughter filling the air around the soldier. He looked back up to find Frey, clad only in red lichen, regarding him and his sword with what he hoped was approval. When they spoke, Liam grinned. He rather liked the emerald, too; it had begun as a subtle nod towards the Greatwood and had grown on him the more he'd considered adding it.

"Thank you, Frey," the soldier said, moving to pick up the sword. He hefted it by the hilt, testing its weight. As Liam adjusted his intent, the sword grew heavier and then lighter in his hand. Sheathing the sword, he nodded to the deity. "I will do my best to use it well."

fin

Couldn't live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again