Personal Quest Whitebrim Waystation
Talyson Seawright
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#1
A notice had been posted in the Palace requesting help with a project in the ruins of Whitebrim - the construction of a waystation - for the benefit of hunters and travelers on the Tundra. The courier had struggled over the wording, but in the end had simply posted the blunt, awkward missive with a scrawled "Tal" at the bottom. Whether that would help or hurt his cause he didn't know.

And, stubbornly, refused to care.

When the day arrived, Tal ran the full team and the largest sled out to the distant town, loaded down with tools, planks, and general supplies. He picketed and fed the dogs and pulled the brazier and pot out of the sled, setting them up in the lee of a burned-out former building that had one lonely corner still standing - possibly due to the snow piled up and supporting it on the other side. Lighting the brazier from his fire pot, Tal coaxed the coal to life in the bed of kindling and then began to brew up the coffee for whoever would be joining him today. His axe remained conspicuously near at hand throughout, and the red malamute that sat beside him remained on alert.

High overhead a pale dragon circled, keen eyes on the lookout for the approach of friends - or for predators on the prowl in the nearby area.



This is a PQ to build a waystation in Whitebrim! Is it safe? Who knows! Let's find out together! :D

1. Deimos
2. Cordelia

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#2
DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
Given the notice, his own curiosity, role in Halo, and the notions of Whitebrim as a whole, the Sword followed the accord and marched out towards the sanction. He hadn’t seen it since it’d seemingly been decimated by the dragon that had come with the Ascended within their siege and assault; and upon reaching the section, with both companions in tow, he could only stop and stare for a moment.

Perhaps the callous destruction had been beneficial, at least in these regards; the lack of cannibals was never something he’d disapprove of. But fallen in sections, with rubble, ruin, wood, and tattered proportions lying around gave off the hint and semblances of a ruin, when Whitebrim could be so much more than that. More than the crawling legends of its nefarious characters; functional, rather than a slate drawn up over exile and treachery. Zuriel gave some snort, and they marched on – Belial in the skies, wings outstretched, unbothered by the scene.

The dogs were a dead giveaway for the courier, so he followed after their semblance and gathering, nodding when he spotted the youth. “Tal,” he rumbled by way of greeting, before his gaze pinpointed elsewhere – probably on a desecrated hut. “It would be nice to see this place put to good use.” Which meant he was here to help, provide security, or whatever else needed to be done.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
Cordelia Olson
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#3

Cordelia had plenty of free time these days. Well, if you didn't count all the hunting and gathering she did for her family as well as others in Halo. Which, she didn't really. That might as well be the same thing. Still, the Attuned needed something to do. Tagging along with Deimos to help with the Whitebrim project was a good enough something for her.

She hadn't forgotten that the Ascended had leveled Whitebrim in their attack. The image was seared into her mind. However, she wasn't really prepared for what she saw. Approaching behind Deimos the hunter stops short, breath catching in her throat to see it like that, scattered and broken without care. She nods along with Deimos's words, offering the man a small smile, "I think a waystation is a good idea. It will be nice having a place to recoup on the way back from a hunt."


Cordelia Limore

'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns
They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
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#4
"Deimos!" Tal hopped up, bright-eyed and grinning at the General's appearance. "Glad you could make it!" Not that he'd doubted that the Resurrected Sword would come, but it was still nice to have the moral support of someone he respected, and he practically beamed at the tacit approval of his project.

He bobbed his head awkwardly at the woman who followed his friend, a familiar stranger from Deepfrosts spent in Snowcloak. "Uh, thanks for comin', too. I'm Tal." For once he actually remembered to introduce himself, and he practically grinned as he offered the pot to them both. "Coffee?"

With drinks dispensed - or not, as inclinations preferred - Tal  nodded to the stretch of burned buildings and wreckage amidst the snow. "No point doin' more work than we have to. I figured if we can find the most intact building left, we can try an' fix it up. Beats buildin' from scratch, at least. Even if it's just got a good foundation an' cellar it'll save us time." With the place left unattended more often than not, having a safe place to store food away from hungry animals was high on the priority list. "Let's split up an' see what we can find. Meet back here in an hour an' we can get t'work on the most likely spot."



Go find a likely-looking building (or what's left of one) and feel free to describe it. We'll find out whether or not it's suitable on closer inspection.

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#5
A sudden bout of mist begins to swirl rather charmingly around your heels. It’s gone nearly as quickly as it came, followed by the indistinct sound of faraway laughter.
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#6
DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
Tal’s enthusiasm made his eyes widen, and then follow thereafter with a small laugh – for the Sword wasn’t used to those being excited by his presence. He gave a swift nod in return, glancing over his shoulder at Cordelia with a wry smirk that could’ve meant many things (probably planned mischief), as he grabbed a mug of coffee. "Thank you."

Listening to Tal’s proclamations, his piercing eyes glanced over the desecrated wake again. If given his preferences, the General would start entirely anew – but with circumstances and time, he understood why they’d be surveying for a building that still stood through dragon sieges. There was a strung sigh nestled in between his lungs that didn’t escape – recalling, remembering, assaults and shifting paradigms, somehow all of it bringing them back here once more.

Finishing off the remains of his drink, he inclined his motions towards the stretch of ruins to the left. “I will search this way,” and absentmindedly lobbed a snowball in Cordelia’s direction, before wandering off.

Long strides stretched and Zuriel was soon by his side, drifting close at hand. Belial careened along the skies with hardly a care in the world, following overhead, occasionally chasing down a stray ningo. But Deimos’ attention was solely on the standing proportions, limbs taking him past fallen shards and split timber, until he came to a wider structure.

The edifice had clearly been on the outskirts of dragon machinations, only vaguely scorched on the surface. Windows broken. A deck hastily built. The sod roof only missing some of its pieces. On his approach, he listened to the creaking of the wood in the wind, the bizarre laughter and fog filtering in, and hesitated. Perhaps it was from the previous bout with cannibals – the house they’d entered, the blood on the walls, the stench, the disastrous wake of so many gone and torn apart – that kept him outside for now.

--

Deimos throws a snowball at Cordelia for the lulz and then goes to find a building slightly less creepy than the others.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
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#7
Cordelia

She realizes a bit belatedly that he doesn't really know who she is. Offering a small smile, the Attuned lifts a hand towards Tal, "Cordelia... Nice to finally meet you." The Attuned offers before happily taking a cup of coffee from him, letting the warmth of it sink  into the leather of her gloves and settle in her belly as she sips at it. With the task presented and with nothing left to do other than get started, she sets off in the opposite direction of Deimos, barely dodging the snowball he sends her way.

Cordelia doesn't hesitate to scoop up a handful of her own, packing it into a ball quickly and chucking it at the back of his head, "Whoops!" She called out with a snicker, quickly shifting into a fox and trotting off into the ruins in search of a building that had an intact foundation.



Cordelia retaliates with a snowball of her own and shifts into a fox to scout out the ruins.
I don't want to waste away

I want to live another day
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#8
Drinks dispensed, the three dispersed to scout the remains of the settlement in search of good enough foundations to begin rebuilding anew. Tal and Bell began to scout in a loose spiral through the center of town, but it quickly became clear that the dragon's fire had been concentrated there, on the buildings which had likely held the most people. There wasn't so much as one stone left atop another that wasn't cracked through from the heat, and even most of the cellars had collapsed in beneath the weight of fallen floors and walls above. Perhaps the strange fog distracted him, or perhaps there was simply nothing to find there anymore.

Cordelia 's search was similarly fruitless; the side of town she picked had been mostly abandoned before Edy's arrival, and there was a sense that many buildings had already begun to fall apart even before cleansing flames had finished the job. There were no likely prospects to be found there, but the strange mist obscured some dangerous rubble, and only the lightness of her foxy frame prevented further accidents.

Which left Deimos: freshly-caffeinated and with a by-now well-practiced eye for well-built walls and likely fortifications. The General's choice was, if not the best of a bad lot, at least the best immediately obvious to the searchers. Closer inspection would reveal the wall opposite his approach sagged badly, having taken the edge of dragonfire such that the chimneystones had cracked and fallen. The structural supports of that wall still held, but they were badly charred and weakened on closer inspection and they seemed unlikely to survive Deepfrost's weight of snow.

When Tal and Cordelia joined him there with the sled and supplies the courier rubbed the back of his neck as he took in the scope of the project ahead. Then he took a deep breath and gave a sharp nod. "Okay. We can do this. This is a lot better than anything I found." He bobbed his head in an awkward nod of thanks to Deimos before trying to decide on the best course of action. "I've got planks on the sled for repairing the wall, but someone'll need to scavenge unbroken rocks for the chimney from th' other houses around here. An' we should check the cellar, see if there's anything salvageable down there."



This round one person gets the exciting job of hunting down replacement chimney rocks, someone can start using the wood Tal brought for repairing the back wall, and they really should send someone to scout out the interior and check to see if there are good or bad surprises waiting.

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#9
DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The temptation to unfurl another round of mischief was lost by the wake of their task. Or by the notions that his had been one of the better options, which meant the rest of the multitudes must’ve been dismal and poor indeed. Some manner of reticence settled along his features, and his eyes glanced over the rest of the lot, pondering the options.

While his strength could be utilized for the planks, or snagging rocks, it was the last one that segmented straight into his roles and responsibilities. “I can scout.” Mostly because he knew what could be found in there – and neither of the others needed to bear witness or be subjected to the potential desecration lingering within. He’d already been subjected to cannibal sacrileges; what was one more?

But he gave a shake of his head, pulling the fur lining of his coat over his nose, before heading in, Belial in close pursuit, Zuriel wisely staying out.

--

Deimos opts to scout.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
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#10

Cordelia knew what this used to be home too and the Attuned would have stomached whatever was in the cellar without complaint, but she was grateful that Deimos took the job. Her smile small as she met his eyes before he was disappearing inside. "I can look for rocks." She was never the strongest, but she had a sharp eye for these kinds of things and if anything, that would be more helpful. Worst case scenario Deimos has to carry the ones she finds.

Setting off towards one of the other buildings with a felled chimney, the Attuned picks carefully through the rocks, creating a pile of good ones to begin lugging back to the group. Once she has about twenty, she starts the slow process of carrying them over one at a time, stacking them neatly to be used for building.



Cordelia finds rocks!

Cordelia Limore

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They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
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#11
"An' I was hopin' for the wall repair," Tal admitted with a grin, waving to his compatriots as he headed to the sled for measuring line, saw, and wood. Home construction wasn't his forte, but he had a knack for woodworking trained around building and repairing his dogsleds that served him well as he measured and cut the planks that would, eventually, be swiftly hammered into place once the structural supports were replaced.The work progressed easily, with only a few bent nails to slow his pace.

Cordelia met with similar success. Although some of the rocks she chose proved to be cracked when turned over, many were still sound. It was slow but steady going to shift them one by one, but her strength was up to the challenge. She was able to carry her chosen load without further interference from weather, spirits, or local fauna.

Which left Deimos.

It could have been worse. In Whitebrim, there was always a way for things to be worse.

Broken glass littered the floor inside amid the remains of smashed and broken furnishings. Snow swirled lazily in drifts near the empty windows, but the building had clearly been abandoned for some time. Except... there were claw marks on some of the furniture, as from a large, annoyed paw. There were deep scratches in some of the floor boards, too, leading to the center of the main room where there might once have been a trap door. Now there was only a gaping hole in the wood leading to the cellar below.

There were bones in that cellar. BONES BONES BONES BONES Cracked, broken, almost unrecognizable bones. But this had been a cannibal's home, once. Certain assumptions could be made about the size of a splintered femur shaft, or a mandible broken in thirds. Others were more clearly those of luxere, reindeer, hare, or ningo. In whatever light Deimos chose to conjure, however, the most notable find in the cellar was the mummified body of a small ursur; 'small' being a relative term for a beast that had stood head and shoulders above the General in life. Both trapdoor and the rickety wooden stair that had once led down were smashed beneath the bear's body.

High overhead, Boreal circled, keeping her watch on the land around the burned out town. A lone dot appeared in the distance, moving towards the town at a slow, stuttering pace. The flickering, fitful glow about its head was enough to lull the dragon, however, and she merely snorted and continued her lonely vigil.


Congrats on Round 3!

Supplies have been successfully gathered by Cordelia and Talyson.

Deimos has found a dead ursur in the basement and a house in need of some serious fall cleaning.

You can either begin construction/cleaning on your own, ask for help, or go to assist someone else!

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#12
DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
Hushed footfalls brought him along the sanction of the wooden frame, and into what he presumed would be another layer of hell. The bones were expected, and he stepped carefully over them, shooing Belial away from the promise of snagging one and tearing off with it, eyes narrowing as he caught at the claw marks…

And then the gaping hole in the floor.

A long, long breath filtered from his lungs as he peered down the remnants and saw the remains of the bear. There was a story lined in here somewhere, perhaps of the ursur getting within, and falling into the basement, incapable of finding its way out. Perhaps he should’ve been grateful that this was a puzzle to solve, and a massive undertaking of cleaning, rather than what he’d encountered previously.

Sticking his head out the door, he informed the rest of their crew about the findings. “Mostly bones and a dead ursur in the cellar. Going to try and make a pulley system to get it out,” with a shrug to his shoulders, before meandering back within. Careful not to touch anything yet, save for some snow that looked like it hadn’t been a part of any mutilating, he outlined and sketched in its ramparts.

Intending to find a stable part of the floor, he began constructing, utilizing the creation magic pulsing and pervading from his frame.

--

Deimos informs the rest of the group about his findings and starts making a pulley system to lift the bear out of there.
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The rising of the horns, ahead
Cordelia Olson
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#13

Wiping a bit of sweat from her brow before it has a chance to cool and make her catch a chill, Cordelia turned back towards Deimos as he reemerged, "If the pelt is salvageable, I can help you break it down afterwards." The hunter offered, the unspoken willingness to help him get it out too if he needed it.

With a nod in Deimos's direction, Cordelia quickly took stock of the building, noting the layers of grime and snow that caked everything. She grabbed a a broom from the back of the sled, beginning to clean the snow from inside first. Once the majority of it was swept out of the door, she turned her attention to the cobwebs, knocking each of them down one at a time, humming softly as she worked.



Cordelia cleans and offers to help Deimos!

Cordelia Limore

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They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run
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#14
"Lemme know if you need a hand," Tal called in to the General, intrigued by the mystery Deimos's words invoked. He flashed Delia a grin as she offered to help as well, with what would hopefully be the most interesting part of the day, if they were lucky.

But when has Halo ever been kind to any of them?

Deimos had become too practiced at magic and mechanical engineering to find himself in danger now. Piece by piece, element by element, ropes and wheels and cranks took shape beneath his capable hands and soon enough he had his system in place. With various options available to him for getting down into the cellar and up again it was only a question of time and patience rather than trial or tribulation before he hoisted the dried carcass up the main floor of the little house. It quickly became apparent that luck wasn't quite enough on his side for the pelt to be salvageable. Although it had been protected by weather the smaller scavengers had still chewed holes in the hide, leaving it patchy and brittle.

Cordelia was able to sweep the snow out at first. The cobwebs contained nothing more than more snow and dust, as might be expected from a house that had been open to the weather for several seasons. True, the place was filthy, but under her determination and elbow grease it was starting to look downright salvageable - Whoosh!

Oh dear.

From the open windows came a gust of wind that blew snow right back inside and knocked grit and dust from the sod slabs insulating the ceiling. It wasn't quite as bad as it was before, but much of her work would need to be redone all over again - though at least the second time through it would hopefully go faster?

Tal, meanwhile, had gone back to fetch the brazier again from the sled in order to start heating up the mortar in a metal bucket. Once that was started he carried in the excess pieces of wood from his earlier cutting to build a small fire in the remnants of the hearth; enough to keep the mortar from instantly freezing as he applied it, at least. Thanks to Cordelia doing the heavy lifting, the stones were already mostly in place for him to begin stacking them and cementing them in place without too much difficulty, his progress slow but steady... at least until he had to start piling things to stand on and haul the rocks atop. Then it just became slow and full of groans and grumbles from aching arms and back.

But all of these things took time, and the luxere in the distance made its way to the edge of town as they worked, snuffling and lowing quietly to itself as it stumbled up to the ruins. It was an old animal, unlikely to live through the season. Unwell. Alone.

But what a lovely trail it left behind it through the Leafchange snow...


Round 4 has resulted in good progress and only a small, windy, hopefully brief setback!

The cellar needs a way to get safely in and out, and the trapdoor should probably be replaced; these can be combined into one round of manual woodworking or magical creation.

The windows still need to be repaired/replaced or shuttered before the wind comes along again and ruins more of Cordelia's hard work. Bonus points for creativity!

The roof - thick slabs of sod over planks - needs several slabs replaced; this may require more than one person, depending on strength.

The rotten support beams in the damaged wall on either side of the chimney need replaced; this will require at least two people.

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