Wow, what a terrific au!

Lover, Fighter, Cripple, Bard.

[craigtheshadowthief-blog]

Breaking Bard (Jimmy and Craig)

[craigtheshadowthief-blog]

"Parlor tricks," he said dismissively, in regards his little knife stunt. Still, he was pleased about the comment. "Thieves are also performers, in a way."

Craig gladly accepted the juice and pulled it nearer. As the bard talked, he went through several discreet methods of testing it, swirling the liquid to judge the consistency and sniffing it to catch any smells and dipping a finger in it to lick up a drop. When he determined it was acceptable, he took a long swig of it, and then continued to observe the bard as he through a plan that had clearly been hashed out before.

"I hesitate to bring up that your advertisement didn't say anything about four or five adversaries," he said with a trace of annoyance. "Assuming they aren't wearing too much armor though, and your lullaby is effective, I could probably deal. The trick here though is that I was under the impression that I was graciously taking on a, excuse me, charity case; accepting a pittance as a award to help you get back at one man. Not to bring down a whole gang. Even with your help, I still think I ought to be compensated a little more handsomely."

[ragingbardon]

"W-well jumping jiminies, buddy!" Well shit. In terms of actual gold, Jimmy was piss poor. As a general rule, his natural charm, wit and magical songs of enchantment were enough to get by on a daily basis, but he hadn't taken into account the actual monetary price of a blood feud with ASSHOLE BARD.

"If better p-payment is what you need i'd be much obliged. Very much. I-i suppose I was too wrapped up in my own anger at the sit- at the situation that I didn't consider that n-normal people don't risk their lives for rat shit. You go ahead and name your price, F-feldspar. I'll do what I can to ac-to acooom.. to accommodate, but just so you... kn-know, i'm not going to b-bl..blow you! Wow what a great audience."  Perhaps Jimmy could go into the thief's service, that or sell his clothes or organs to a dodgy Witch Doctor. Either way, he needed that book back whether it involved fellatio or not. Jimmy really hoped not.

[thepervertedprincess-blog]

Lost {Jimmy & Kenny}

[thepervertedprincess-blog]

Kenny nodded with a smile, “Yes I was. It’s a standard bow with some enchantments on it nothing too special. I haven’t used a crossbow before but I heard they were heavy so I never tried it.” The Princess adjusted the bow on her shoulder and slowed her pace to match the Bard’s. She didn’t want to pass him up when he took the lead, it would be rude of her. She didn’t fully agree with the Bard; battling wasn’t something she enjoyed but if it had to happen then she will. There should be more rats besides the Bards to summon to kill someone. “The Stick of Truth belongs to neither the Wizard or the Elf.” Kenny crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. Why couldn’t she get the stick? If she had it everything would be fine with no factions and Titty Tuesdays but no the Wizard King had to have it or the Elven King had to have it. “I think it’s ridiculous to fight over the stick when there are more pressing matters. He handles anything that deals with the Stick of Truth, I’m rarely included in the meetings. I’m more of a trophy to be honest but I’m fine with that.” 

[ragingbardon]

Jimmy was amazed at how offhand the Princess was about the war. Though he was drafted to a high rank among the armies of the High Jew Elf after his Bardic graduation, the Bard too, was subject to neutrality. He'd never told any human about his hidden 'allegiance' before, out of fear of assassination or exposure, but he felt like the princess might be able to relate to his situation. If not there was a high chance he was a dead Bard. It was a risk he was willing to take.

"I-I can agree with that. Just because of the power the stick holds shouldn't mean we need a damn war over it, and doesn't mean we can't do fun shit with it, either, together. I was selected on the day I graduated from Bard school, put into service of Kyle, the Elf King. When he eventually calls, I'm guessing I'll basically be his bitch."

This was it. The moment of truth. Jimmy's previous experiences of revealing his duties to others far too often ended in bloodshed, usually his own. "Thinking about it, I guess that makes me and your Highness not so different, we've both been roped into a war we don't believe in, k-killing innocents purely in the name of pa- paaaaae.... patrieee- in the name of patriiiiee.. paaaate-paaaaaeee.. patriot- in the name of patriotism, just on opposite sides. L-like a coin. That was pretty fuckin' poetic actually. I might write that down. "

[craigtheshadowthief-blog]

The Rhyme Book (Jimmy and Craig)

[the thread won’t let me reblog on mobile, so I had to start a new one, sorry]

Politely, trying not to come off as haughty in his rejection, Craig pushed away the mead when it arrived. “I hate to waste your gold, but I must refuse. Alcohol and I are not on good terms. I’d rather have juice, whatever’s available. I’ll gladly pay for you to have my mead though.”

He sat back, propping one arm on the back of his chair and allowing the other to candidly finger the throwing knives on the left side of his waist belt. “Well, as you have already sagaciously observed, I am in fact a thief, and if you don’t know who I am already, I would prefer you call me Feldspar.” His free hand gestured towards himself, and then returned to the knives. “I don’t associate with humans or elves, but I dislike neither of you, so I hope my being human doesn’t trouble you. As for the job: normally, I’m one to take something discreetly than to cause a fuss over it. But if you’re looking for retribution, I can throw something else into the mix.”

In a flash, all three knives had been unsecured from the belt, and he displayed them with a flair to the bard, each hilt resting between each finger. “For example,” he continued, wriggling the first one. “This one would paralyze him for, well, I’d say a good quarter of an hour, and then leave him pretty weak after. Plenty of time to take back your book and for you to knock him around yourself if it so pleases you. I’m fairly sure he would still feel a little pain.” He wiggled the second one. “This would put him in a deep sleep for a good hour or so, which would allow you the same option, only for longer, though he might not feel the pain so much.” He wriggled the third. “This one would make him blind and deaf, and also cause muscle weakness. He wouldn’t be able to stand, let alone fight you. This would last the shortest, probably only ten minutes, if that, but he would feel the most pain.”

After the display, he returned the knives to his belt, pointedly not mentioning the three still remaining on the right side. “So, really, I would just ask you to distract him. I’d sneak around and throw one of these, and there you are. Unless you had something more in mind,” he added, this time with a nod to his right side.

[ragingbardon]

Well shit. Even as a performer, Jimmy was awestruck by the other's sleight of hand and dexterity. "W..w-w-well then Feldspar, I'm Jimmy. Damn p-pleased to have you as a questmate. That was fuck-fucking cool, buddy." he shook the thief's hand intentionally firmly with a grin, hoping to assure this clearly more experienced thief that he'd be more of a use than a burden, with no display of Bardic prowess to match what he'd just seen.

After calling the maid back for a replacement flagon of juice, the Bard, deciding to leave the actual planning to last, first confirming himself as an elf, discreetly revealing an ear from under his cap. "I do well to be let in around these parts, though making a few friends among the guard population and their moms goes a long way. I don't see a reason to have anything against you h-humans, personally, the only thing about the stick that affects me is when the guards at borders turn into assholes." Jimmy purposefully concealed his service in the High Jew Elf's ranks. As trusting as he was of the thief, there was no guarantee Feldspar held no allegiance to the Wizard King, besides, Jimmy found use in being as neutral as possible while off duty.

Down to business. "B-best case scenario, this asshole's alone, with the book, in which case that works, you knock that fffff-fu-fucker out while I distract him, we break his legs or something, take the book and we're out. i g-guess poison depends on location, whether we'll need to hide him somewhere or not." Jimmy paused as the maid placed juice in front of Feldspar, noting his hesitation and gesturing for him to start drinking in response. "l-looks like you're not th-the only thief here Feldspar, have you seen these prices?? Have you seen this?" He paid the charge for both the drinks to the politely giggling barmaid, plus a little extra for being a fantastic audience. First impressions were important.

The bard leaned forward towards Feldspar as the maid departed. "Ch-chances are we're not that lucky. This d-dickmuncher has a crew of around four others, so five guys in total, no other bards, but I can't say for sure. Again, I can serve as a distraction, I could try a lullaby too, though I don't know what that means for you. Could you take that many guys from one ambush? N-not doubting your assassination skills, th-that is, but if we're to get the last few in combat we'll need to discuss strategies. Remember, I'll point out the asshole who took my book, and we keep him alive until we're sure he has the book, alright?" After getting through his entire phase of plan with a record low of stutters, an excited grin played Jimmy's face. He felt happy scheming with Feldspar, more comfortable than usual. Perhaps he was being lulled into a false sense of security by this cunning thief, even so, it was a risk he was willing to take for the companionship.Posing an enthusiastic toast to a new quest and a new friend, he raised his mug towards Feldspar. Excelsior!

[ragingbardon]

Quest: The Bow of Light

[leatherclad-cynophobe]

Token watched the bard (apparently he was a bard) as he stuttered and stumbled through his response. He was silent for a few seconds afterwards while he processed everything through his head. "Uh... Yeah, sure." As unlikely as it would be, considering that this was a bard, Token couldn't help a preliminary thought of I hope he shuts up for this. He was here on the Princess' word, but apparently others were interested. He'd been warned as much. Well, this was going to be fun.

"What I've got behind me," Token informed the bard, being as he'd told him what he had, "is one crossbow, one dagger, one sword that I'm very handy with, and a blatant disregard for my own safety. I'm happy with the split you've proposed so no complaints there. I might need to stop off at a market place, stock up on essentials and stuff before leaving, but I think we have an understanding." He held one hand out for the bard to shake. "My name's Token." He prayed to whatever god there was that this guy wasn't going to be too annoying, too. Somehow he didn't think it'd be great for party morale for him to tell him to shut the fuck up.

[ragingbardon]

"I'm Jimmy. P-pleased to have you as a questmate" he shook Token's hand intentionally firmly with a grin, hoping to assure this clearly more experienced warrior that he'd be more of a use than a burden. Jimmy had always felt a good chemistry with warriors, battles usually going in his team's favour provided they or the enemy weren't deaf. As for the final challenge to actually obtain the Bow of Light however, fighting a beast unlike any other after navigating a bigass labyrinth no doubt riddled with traps and monsters, he wasn't so sure. His companion's speed, agility and, of course, stance on the Bardic arts would need to be identified so Jimmy could make sure he could keep up and be prepared for the quest.

Quickly noticing the period of silence, a comedian and Bard's natural enemy, Jimmy leaped into action. "W...w-we better get started, buddy! Let's head to the market f-first, if you need provisions. I already grabbed what I need earlier, so we can go wherever else you- wherever else you need or set off from there if you're all ready! While we're on the move, have you ever fought alongside a Bard before? I'm sure my abilities will live up to expe-expect- live up to expect... ex.. expe- I'm sure my abilities will live up to- expec-expec..tations."

[ragingbardon]

The Rhyme Book: Jimmy & Craig

[craigtheshadowthief-blog]

Craig maintained a stolid expression throughout this warm and enthusiastic welcome. Were performers always so...extroverted? He'd imagined there would be a certain 'brooding artist' aura after the show was over. Then again, he supposed that songs and jokes were not the stuff of dull and dreary folks.

Nonetheless, he returned as generous a welcome as he could. "Yes, my friend, hello! I'm glad to find you here. I guess you could say I'm a fan." Which was not altogether untrue; practically the only merriment he had on any average day was partaking in bardic poems and songs.

"Ah, well, you see..." He intentionally began fingering the belt strapped across his chest; people often interpreted this gesture as anything between modesty, guilt, and anxiety, and it was beneficial to tweak appearances sometimes. "I was considering taking on your quest, but I admit I'm not really the kinda guy to just walk up and start punching and kicking, if you know what I mean. My manner is more restrained. But, we can share business details over a drink if you like?" And he gestured towards one of the tables, suggestively.

[ragingbardon]

"G-g-gladly! It's always good to meet a fan, especially one with the... skillset I need." Jimmy sat down opposite the other, calling the barmaid for two flagons of 'cough mix' mead.

He pushed a mug towards Craig. "So, I'm J-Jimmy Valmer, as I suppose you know, tell me about yourself, stranger, and I'll gladly talk about the quest at hand. Very much. Y-you you ever fought alongside a Bard before? I'm used to fighting with face-on warriors or my rats but if you wanted a more.. Restrained approach I can make a m-m-muh-mighty fine distraction."

The bard noted the lack of hefty weapons on the other's person, this in combination with his seemingly nervous demeanor had Jimmy quickly clocking Craig as a thief, and a good one at that. What would a thief need with enchanted rats and their feces? "I'm also w-willing to discuss the reward with you if necessary, I mean if you're just in this for the poem then I'm gonna need to make it pretty good huh?"

[thepervertedprincess-blog]

Lost {Jimmy & Kenny}

[ragingbardon]

Grasping for his crutch, Jimmy staggered to his feet, surprised by the Princess’ informality. “W-wow, Princess, I never dreamed of being graced by your presence, I was sampling some of my new material on the f-fuh-friendly woodland critters.” Jimmy tried his best at a non creepy smile before remembering the second question “Oh! Yes sure I’m lost too, I was just h-hope-hoping to walk in a line and find my way out, trying my luck against asshole dire wolves or nymphs and the like, i’d be g-glad to escort you if the princess wishes.”

[thepervertedprincess-blog]

"Most people don’t so you should feel lucky." Kenny crossed his legs as he sat on the stump. He tilted his head slightly as he watched the Bard fumble around with his crutches and let out a giggle because of it. It probably would have been polite to help but he decided against it for no real reason. "You’re lost too…" The last word was drawn out  with a disappointed tone; both lost in the woods. "Well, I will accompany you until we leave. If we run into dire wolves I can kill them with my bow." He stood to his feet and patted off the back of his dress, "Lead the way, Bard."

[ragingbardon]

"s-s-sure thing princess, I'm sure if we just wander in one direction we'll get out eventually, or find a landmark." Despite taking the lead, Jimmy's progress was horribly slow, so he decided to strike up some conversation. "So you were talking about your bow, r-right? It'd sure be g-g-guh- it'd sure be great to see you in action with it, what type of bow is it?" The bard raised the crossbow strapped to his back. "I'm realy sh-shh-shitty myself with a full bow, but this little guy is useful at range if I need to pop some caps." For a moment, Jimmy was certain he heard rustling in the canopy above the pair. It was probably nothing, but what if it was elves? Could he betray his own race? Jimmy had gained some reverence towards the princess, it wasn't her fault she's wrapped up in this war, right? It was worth asking just in case, Jimmy certainly needed a plan in the case of an actual encounter with his brethren. "Oh hey, w-where do you stand on this war? I me-mean, sure you're the human princess, but is this whole st-st-stic-stiii- is this whole sti-stick of truth campaign down to the Grand Wizard?"

[ragingbardon]

The Rhyme Book - Jimmy & Craig

"There once was a bard, his rhymes were so tiiiiiiiiiiiight, Got bashed in the head, couldn’t put up a fiiiiiiiiight,

When our hero awoke, robbed in the graaaaaaass, He vowed to hunt that c-c-c-cock-cocksucker, and lay waste to his aaaaaaaass!”

w-wow, what an excellent crowd! I will be happy to accompany any takers on this task, I’ll bet it was that asshole elf bard from Shankbury.

Objective: Locate and retrieve (1x) JIMMY’S RHYME BOOK from ASSHOLE BARD by any means necessary

Reward: (1x) CUSTOM JIMMY SPECIAL SONG TO RETURNER(S) OF RHYMES’ REQUEST, (2x)TAMED RAT (enchanted), (1x) RAT FECES (not enchanted)

[craigtheshadowthief-blog]

No personal gain, no monetary reward, no rare weapons in sight; it was not exactly the sort of issue that Craig was usually interested in. Interfering with personal vendettas and such was not his gig, not unless he was well paid, and even then, he preferred to keep his nose clean of messy business. However, the fact was that he frequented and enjoyed the bard’s performances, and it was almost like a personal affront to learn of the bard’s troubles. It was bad enough to know there were assholes roughing up cripples in this shit hole of a town; the fact that it was a performer Craig enjoyed on top of it was just vexing. How was he supposed to enjoy performances from performers who couldn’t perform?

He’d had a nice quiet week; things had been slow and boring for a while. He decided he may as well offer some assistance; it was only a book retrieval, after all.

Craig presumed the bard would be in one of the taverns around town, and given that his personally favorite continued to be the Giggling Donkey, he opted to check there first. Craig was still holding onto the flyer when he entered the tavern, and he looked around uncertainly for its owner. He didn’t immediately see anything promising, and there was a crowd. He had no interest in wasting time by navigating through it. "Excuse me," he called out loudly to anyone that would listen. "Excuse me, has anyone seen the Bard?"

[ragingbardon]

Jimmy needed to do this right. He strummed a single, powerful, resonating chord on his lute, stepped forward from the corner towards the stranger and smoothly emitted "I have, if you're talking about in a mi- a mirro- a mmmmmmmmi- a mi- if you're talking about in a- a mirr- a mi- mi- mimimiiii- talking about a mmmmi- mi-mimi..If you're talking about in a looking glass that is! Very much!"

He clumsily strode out of the shadows while trying his best at a slow clap while in motion. Jimmy nailed it, shambling and clattering his crutches together as he struggled to reach Craig. "What. An. Audience. You know why I l-luh-love this place, thief? The crowd. What a great crowd. Are you a fan?" Seeing the now almost crushed parchment in the stranger's hand, Jimmy's spirits were lifted. "Wait, no, are-are you here about the q-q-quest? About my rhymes? Cmon thr-throw me a bone here buddy, I'm n-nothing without my rhyme book, please say we can go and f-fuh-f-fuck that dickhole Shankbury bard's ass!" Jimmy met Craig's eyes hopefully under his hood, hoping he would finally have an ally.

[ragingbardon]

Quest: High risk, high reward (Token & Jimmy, more required if possible!)

Shaking himself awake, Jimmy pushed up his Bardic cap and was met by the harsh features of this strange new Warrior. As the sellsword traced Jimmy's horribly formed "HelP", he realized what the other was getting at. "o-oh yes! You want to join me on the quest, do you? I'm perfectly happy to split the reward with you, friend, you can take the equipment, the horses, one favor of the princess and half of the reward, very much." Forming what he hoped was a friendly smile, Jimmy omitted the small detail that a title was even available, he wasn't taking any risks with this one.

"I assume you're a warrior, I kno-know we'll make a great team, I got a bag of friendly rats, a crossbow capable of flinging those rats, a lute, a horn and my two handy crutches, of Lightning Speed, may I add! I assume you're familiar with spoken Bardic rap? Not because of your complexion, that is" Jimmy instinctively paused for a laugh. Met with silence, he added "Wow, great audience!" with a grin. "So friend, are we questmates?" the bard asked, extending his hand towards Token.

(Edit: OOC: I've confirmed with Craig and it looks like we're going to have to intercept or hunt down Craig and Tweek for the bow, this will be fun! Related post is HERE.)

[thepervertedprincess-blog]

Quest: High risk, High reward

Princess McCormick of Kupa Keep requests the an item: Bow of Light

There has been rumor that the Bow of Light has been uncovered deep within the woods. This journey is not for the feint of heart or the weakest of the bunch. It is a long journey but due to the lack of travel to the area a time span cannot be told, but it is best to not travel slowly. The enemies you will encounter will not be easy. These enemies are dangerous, bloodthirsty, and relentless. Come prepared; many weapons will be needed along with potions for health for there are little shops on the path and none at all when you astray to the cave. The rumor states that the bow lies deep within a labyrinth inside a cave protected by a beast unlike any other. The beast has been seen by few who have braved the task before described in no other words than a death wish upon it spotting you. From this assume to either worth stealthily or be strong and brave enough to risk your life. This is no simple retrieval mission; your life is on the line but the rewards you will get upon return is far greater than what you could imagine. 

Note: You could die, I cannot express this further, or you might get lucky and just run away or become injured.

Reward: 4000 Gold, 2 royal steeds (of the best in the land), 2 influential favors, a prefixed title granted, equipment tailored for you upon return per request

[ragingbardon]

Jimmy jumped at the sight of an opportunity to serve the princess and build his experience against powerful monsters, not to mention the sweet ass rewards. Jimmy had always tried to get the nickname "Major Boonage" to catch on. If actually forcing them to refer to him by the name was the only way to make it stick, then so be it. A horse would also be useful for obvious reasons, as hobbling around the kingdoms was becoming increasingly tiresome for the bard.

A grin spread across Jimmy's face. He polished his lute to a rich shine, prepping his rats and tightening the string on his crossbow. He went down an alley to shine the miniaturized Horn of the Brown Note, both due to the high secrecy of the weapon and so people wouldn't make jokes about it looking like he was jacking off the instrument, at least he didn't have a flute. Jimmy stood tall and as straight as his crutches allowed him, wind at his back, ready to embark on the mighty quest. He would bring back not only the Bow of Light, but glory for himself, the princess and bards everywhere.

As he flitted between stores making final purchases, spending what little gold he'd earned in tavern shows and commissioned jokes on masses of health potions, food and camping equipment, Jimmy realized that embarking on this quest alone would lead to certain death for him and his rats, it would require a small army to take the bow. One wrong note or strong willed enemy and his lullabies or boons were useless, he wouldn't last a minute. Slumped back against the quest board, Jimmy erected a secondary "HELP WANTED. CAN PAY." sign beneath the first, hoping for aid from poor or steedless adventurers, he was just in it for the title. Maybe he could even beseech the princess herself for help, a recommendation of some sellswords, anything.

[ragingbardon]

OPEN QUEST: Who has two crutches and needs help? (ELVES/HUMANS)

"There once was a bard, his rhymes were so tiiiiiiiiiiiight, Got bashed in the head, couldn't put up a fiiiiiiiiight,

When our hero awoke, robbed in the graaaaaaass, He vowed to hunt that c-c-c-cock-cocksucker, and lay waste to his aaaaaaaass!"

w-wow, what an excellent crowd! I will be happy to accompany any takers on this task, I'll bet it was that asshole elf bard from Shankbury.

Objective: Locate and retrieve (1x) JIMMY'S RHYME BOOK from ASSHOLE BARD by any means necessary

Reward: (1x) CUSTOM JIMMY SPECIAL SONG TO RETURNER(S) OF RHYMES' REQUEST, (2x)TAMED RAT (enchanted), (1x) RAT FECES (not enchanted)

[thepervertedprincess-blog]

Lost {Jimmy & Kenny}

[thepervertedprincess-blog]

Hm? Kenny turned around only to see Jimmy. He didn’t know the bard personally but he had heard of him while he played at the different taverns. He had heard the songs of the bard and quite enjoyed the lyrics; they brought such a happy mood to the places they were brought into. He smiled and waved at the bard; having him in the forest to accompany Kenny made him less upset. 

"Greetings Bard! What do I owe your presence today? Maybe you saw me lost and are here to save me or are you lost too?" He tilted his head slightly after his inquiry and waited expectantly for a reply. This would be a good time whether or not Jimmy knew the way out. Kenny was with a bard! Bards were always fun.

[ragingbardon]

Grasping for his crutch, Jimmy staggered to his feet, surprised by the Princess' informality. "W-wow, Princess, I never dreamed of being graced by your presence, I was sampling some of my new material on the f-fuh-friendly woodland critters." Jimmy tried his best at a non creepy smile before remembering the second question "Oh! Yes sure I'm lost too, I was just h-hope-hoping to walk in a line and find my way out, trying my luck against asshole dire wolves or nymphs and the like, i'd be g-glad to escort you if the princess wishes."

[thepervertedprincess-blog]

Kenny scratched the hair underneath his wig as he looked around the dark forest he had wandered into. He only wanted to take a look at the flowers that he had seen growing the other day but now he couldn’t remember the grotto where they were located in was at. He knew it was foolish to wander into...

[ragingbardon]

Jimmy skipped as best he could through the woods, hobbling his crutches behind him and luring in unsuspecting animals with a flute refrain, the uncomfortably large instrument crooked between his neck and should. Despite not being able to feel his feet, he was sure the grass was warm and green between his toes, honest. Approaching a clearing, the Bard saw a figure in a dress perched on a tree stump. A forest fairy, perhaps? Jimmy had heard tales of many varieties of fairies and lesser forest elves, wish granting to straight up anal. Fortunately for Jimmy, however, the being was not an elf but the illustrious, bountiful Princess Kenny of Kupa Keep.

Despite being allied to the enemy faction, Jimmy had heard and composed many sweet melodies of her beauty, valor and girth. Hobbling over, he hoped he could at least throw a few rhymes her way before she saw him as the elf lover he truly was. He awkwardly kneeled behind the stump, dropping a crutch in the process. "Greetings.. Puh-p-prin-P-p-p-puh-prin- Greetings Princ-Prin-puh-prinnnnnn.. Greetings Prince-Prin-pr-princ-prin-p-p-p..... M'lady!"

[bravewarrior-clyde-blog]

It was another morning, just like any other. Aside from the headache that bothered him, Clyde would get moving just as he always did. After a quenching breakfast he unlocked the front door to The Burning Oak to set up shop for the day. Stepping into the back room brought up a predicament, one of the blacksmiths known as Clark had failed to remember to bring in the shipment of minerals. They would need the freshly mined rocks of minerals if they wanted to make business. If he had the guts to show up today Clyde would have to reprimand him again. As much as he would love to get the shipment himself from Falcon’s Yard, where all shipments arrived and packages departed, no one would be here to watch the shop. Before he returned to the store front, a marked package made the warrior groan aggravated. Yet another thing Clark had forgotten, this was supposed to be delivered to the yard by noon today to be sent to Riverside’s forge. What else could go wrong today?

Objectives: Take Riverside’s Package to the Falcon’s Yard Place it in the Outgoing bin Find Burning Oak’s shipment of minerals Return to the forge

Mission Items: Riverside Package - A crate full of things that a forge needs to be successful. It is slightly heavy. Burning Oak Minerals (0/3) - Three crates jam packed with minerals to make weapons and armor.  The label reads ‘To Burning Oak Forge’. These can either be carried by hand or a hand cart can be rented.

Rewards: Debatable

[ragingbardon]

OPEN RE-QUEST FOR AID: The Shipment

Jimmy was well adapted to the human lifestyle, often wandering from his homeland on the outskirts of the Zaron woodlands out towards the human villages and encampments nearby, not being a full elf himself meaning he could freely wander around the settlements and play at the taverns. He had never visited the Kingdom of Kupa Keep, however, so was eager to have a go at whatever he could. the first situation that met Jimmy was perfect. A Quest! A noble and fearsome task involving lugging crates and grabbing more crates. Although Jimmy was fine merrily lugging the shipment to the riverside in a satchel behind his back for Clyde, he soon realized bringing back three packed crates was going to be more of a pain in the ass than that one time our unfortunate bard fell hole-first onto his own crutch. Jimmy set up shop on the waterfront with a sign showing "BOX LUGGER(S) REQUIRED. CAN PAY IN GOLD OR SWEET MELODIES.", by instinct pulling out his lute and attracting would-be workers with his sweet melodies.

[ragingbardon]

OOC Introduction

(( Hello everyone, I'm Dom, I'm not the most experienced in rp and I like video games. I've never RPed South Park before so apologies if my Jimmy isn't on point, I just finished Stick of Truth today and am currently going through the series'. It's great to see a group like this and I can't wait to quest with you all!  ))