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[Event] Egg Hunt | Naofa Gardens
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Post by Chamomile on Apr 27, 2014 20:07:23 GMT -5
The Naofa Gardens is a peaceful place, filled with stone totems of the gods and an abundance of beautiful flowers. However, it appears that there are some stones in the gardens today. Maybe it was a troublesome child... but wait! Those are no stones. They're eggs! And you can feel a magical presence from them. Maybe it would be best to collect them, not just to clean up the garden, but to claim their hidden riches for yourself as well!
Update: Both the Sparkling Purple Egg and the Sparkling Blue Egg have been found.
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Aurelian
Novice Mage
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Post by Aurelian on May 1, 2014 23:07:37 GMT -5
When first light rose past the large stone totems, there were only few words that could ever describe the radiant beauty of the Naofa Gardens. Astonishing, beautiful, yet maybe the best word to describe this breath-taking, once a day experience was: Tulya, the elvish word for perfection. The word just rolled off your tongue like delicious nectar, filling your insides up as a warm and cosy feeling erupted in your stomach. That was what perfection felt like, it was breath-taking, and it was bewildering. Yet as quick as this magnificent event was, it only lasted mere moments; moments that those who witnessed this experience would want to replay it over and over in their mind until the next day they saw it. Bright orange collided with purple as shadows were expelled, illuminating the beauty of the garden and showing the carved totems that represented the departed gods and yet few did make the trip every morning to see this sight.
However there was one man who came to the Naofa Gardens every day, not to only see the sun kiss the totems and the land but to pay respect to those that gave people like him power to be a strong willed hero. Aurelian Faustus sat on the tip of a large black rock, hands above his kneecaps as he that over looked the garden. His eyes glistening in amazement as the faintest of smiles could cross his lips; of course there were others with him, in total there were five. Dotted below in the garden they all talked and cheered, some even cried from the beauty they just saw and others laughed. It was amazing how such a natural event could bring people together. Deciding it was best to meet up with the others he jumped down from the large rock and firmly landed on the soft ground with a thud, a tad of dust kicking up as his pristine white robes faintly darkened a shade. Each step he took, Aurel heard the others talking about something they just found. A few steps closer and the tallest of the group, said something along the lines of it being a dumb rock.
He made his way over and everyone turned to our protagonist for answers, Aurel smiled with a warm feeling his calm demeanour rubbed off of the others and the little squabble about it being a rare rock or something else ceased. With a voice like the thirteen angelic choirs, he sung out in such harmony and perfection, it would literally seem that he was glowing as Aurel spoke. “Friends, why do we fight, we are noose.”
He bent down and picked the strange rock up, he could feel warmth of some sort in it as he rubbed his hand against the pale shell that did indeed feel like a rock but it clearly wasn’t. It must have been something else, but what? Than the youngest of the five a little girl with bleach-blonde hair and light blue eyes spoke up. “Au-Aurel…What is noose?”
He chuckled a bit forgetting that not many new of his elvish lineage. He turned around in the same motion as picking up what he would believe to be an egg of some sort, most likely from a monster. Placing it into the girl’s arms then ruffling her hair. “Noose is elvish. It means family. Never forget the ties we all share, we are together young one. Now let us go to the great totem and give thanks for everything. After all we are god’s gift and we must thank him every day.”
The girl smiled as she nodded and took her side next to Aurelian Faustus, the half elf philosopher that loved to be in this tranquillity, as they started to approach the larger totems.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by pantsgrey on May 1, 2014 23:27:45 GMT -5
Aurelian hath discovered a Green Egg. Cool snag.
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Aurelian
Novice Mage
Who are you really?
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Post by Aurelian on May 2, 2014 0:16:48 GMT -5
The five of them made haste to the tallest and greatest stone totem out of them all. Literally the other totems were tiny compared to the one they were approaching. Although you could see the tip of the large totem which represented the god, the one and true divine creator over all, everyone knew that it was at least a thirty minute walk to the area in which the small group was going to give thanks and pray. The little girl with hair that resembled the white sands of the beach walked side by side, with Aurelian. Behind them were three males, one of which was a wood elf, one of the native species to the dark forest. His hair was as black as the night’s sky and skin as dark as oak trees, yet to his right stood a polar opposite a human mage who suffered from albinism. A rare disease that gave someone bleach white hair, extremely pale skin and blood red eyes, you would think he was some sort of demon, perhaps that was where he got his nickname from, yet it didn’t matter. The third one wore glasses and dressed like he was about to traverse mountains, having various satchels attached to his leather belt he wore a thick dark cloak and had distinctively purple hair. No one knew if the purple haired man could use magic but his presence was welcomed none the less and then of course we had our giant. He stood at a towering six foot six and had the body of an ox. He stood behind the other four and his shadow towered over all.
The group was talking amongst themselves, for people who didn’t know each other very well they all sure where talkative—well everyone besides Aurel that is. He couldn’t fully open up like them but he honestly did try his best to. What they were walking was dubbed the pilgrims path and although it wasn’t a tale of epic proportions that made the hero cross vast deserts or endure endless blizzards to reach the holy land. No this was a plane old dirt trail, dotting in a landscape full of lush green grass with wildlife running around everywhere. It was such a simple place, yet sometimes the simplest places were the best kept secrets. He smiled thinking about how he walked this path every day and never once he found an egg shaped rock. Was it an omen? A gift from the gods? He had much to think about and thus decided to keep his opinions close to his heart.
The other elf spoke; his voice had more of a snarl and strong tone compared to Aurel’s. “What do you really think the rock is Aurel?”
A small sigh escaped his lips as he replied stopping. “This might sound crazy and all, but I think this is an egg, what’s inside I have no idea however I believe this is a sign from our gods.” It would seem his comment brought silence to the chatting group. After all everyone knew the divines left long ago, so how could they still be giving things to them? It was glasses that spoke up first, his voice filled with a sort manic to it. “Don’t be ridicules, we were abounded long ago. That’s how I got my power, that’s how WE ALL got our powers.”
A hand covered the face of Aurelian as he started walking again. His steps were heavier now, he was clearly upset. Yet tried to not display it the best he could. It was as if the air around them got heavier with each of his steps—yet through all the commotion and emotions they had made it to the great totem. It was extraordinary large, and the others were awe-struck, especially the little girl who tried to raise her hand up and touch the tippy-top as she called it. Each one of them bowed down in respect and said various prays, some were in elvish and some in the mortal tongue yet they all finished roughly at the same time. The large stone totem was carved in the shape of a man, with angels below him; he held a staff and light radiated from his skin. The carving was beautiful and to be preserved after all this time should have been considered a miracle in its own right. Aurelian told the others to go; the little girl handed back over the egg which faintly dimmed a greenish hue now. They said their goodbyes and the group parted, Aurelian deciding he would stay at the great totem for a bit longer.
He fell to his knees, eyes watering as he began to sob. It seemed his persona had snapped and the more childish one had submerged from the depths of his mind. “WHY!? WHY DO YOU TEST ME LIKE THAT GOD? I BELIEVE, I HAVE ALWAYS BELIEVED.” His sniffles and cries broke his sentence in two as he continued howling out to the heavens as loud as he could. “Why did you leave us, this land has been brought to nothing but war and we our powerless even with these powers. My father was a hero, I am just a boy. What can I do?”
He regained composure after his moment of crumbling and a loud boom filled the air, humming through the area and cutting the silence that tears left like a knife. In front of the great totem a pile of rocks collapsed by the lord almighty, Aurel could not believe what he saw. In the midst of rocks laid another egg….He was shocked, god was still with them. He was here. A gift from god, an egg. His faith was not iron nor steel, yet it was solidified once more.
"Than-Thank you."
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by pantsgrey on May 2, 2014 0:23:31 GMT -5
Aurelian hath discovered a Red Egg. The divine is generous indeed!
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Aurelian
Novice Mage
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Post by Aurelian on May 2, 2014 6:31:23 GMT -5
An expression of joy covered the halflings face as he picked up the egg that faintly dimmed a bright red. Next to the green egg the contrast in colors a sight to behold. It was clesr to the philosopher now that these eggs had magical properties to them. After all how they got here in the Naofa gardens was a mystery in its own right. Simply because the last time Aurel checked rabbits didn't lay hard eggs that glowed different shades of Christmas colors.
He gave a brief sigh of relief, telling himself he was such an idiot to doubt his gut feelings on how the divines were still with them. He placed both of the eggs into a leather pouch that was strapped to his waist. His golden tendrils moving on their own accord around him as if they were being moved by an unfelt wind. This moment was simply bliss it was such a sigh of relief for Aurelian. He started to make his way back to the start of the garden when curiosity got the better of him. If there were two eggs laying around the garden surely there would be more gifts of the lord laying about he thought as he veered of to the right and started walking through the grass that got thicker the deeper into the garden he went. In truth, Aurel hadn't gone into this direction of the garden but he had heard stories of powerful clerics that lived out this way so not only was he in search of mysterious eggs but he was also seeing if the rumours were true.
The more he thought about how the heveanly gods had gifted him another egg the more he thought that something strange was going on. The first hypothesis, was that the gods were returning. Maybe these fabled hearlers knew something. He kept treading through the garden but it seemed more like a swamp at this point.The air got thick and the grass had lost its vibrant green and turned a much darker color. The air was heavy as if there was some sort of great power creating a thick blanket of fog. It was getting hard to breath but, Aurel was a hero and no hero in the stories he read the protagonist never flead.
In the distance a figure roughly the ssme height as, Aurelian stood there as if he was waiting. He was much thinner however, almost having no muscle or weight on him at all. He wore the same type of robe as, Aurelian however it was an ashen black color. Like the smog a volcano would give off. His voice echoed through the thick air. "I've been waiting for you, young philosopher. My lord told me of this day. Don't be afraid after all I won't hurt you yet"
"What do you want stranger. I don't take kind to those that threaten me. " Aurelian Faustus's voice was much more serious now. The tone was much deeper and held a hint of dread within it. The man spoke again taking the drawing the hood of his rob off. "I'm here for those eggs, now hand them over before I take them."
Aurel looked at the fool in the eye, he could tell he wss strong just from the aura this wicked man was protecting but with his renewed faith in the celestial beings, Aurelian knew he was much stronger. Smirking he started to run at the man, closing the gap, he screamed as he ran, shouting the incantation of one of his celestial spells. "Hurlement Leo!"
A flash of golden light erupted from his being and just like that the ten feet or so gap was closed nearly instantaneously as the sound of flesh and bone being torn apart rippled through the air. Yet no blood tainted the ground as Aurel had plunged his own hand into the chest of the man yet only black vapors whisped out of the wound as a manic laughter erupted and the fogire turned into nothing but shadows and faded as if he was never there to begin with. Where he was standing however another egg was. Yet it felt different from the other ones, it was as of an evil power had been holding it. Picking up the egg Aurelian thought. This land is in danger... CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by pantsgrey on May 2, 2014 9:16:24 GMT -5
Aurelian hath discovered a Red Egg. Laying down the law!
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Elijah
Intermediate Mage
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Post by Elijah on May 4, 2014 12:21:12 GMT -5
Don't Fear The Dark It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. She looked at the one egg she had collected from the lake, held the pale green and had been rubbing off the algae with her thumb, worried that she might be taking the green off its surface. Satisfied with the green plant goop beneath her nails, she tucked it into one of her free rucksack pockets, her walking stick in one hand, and stopped on the edge of the garden.
Stones jutted from the ground like graves and gave a ethereal presence to the tall-grass and various flora. She stayed still a moment, inhaling the wind and it swept over like waves on the grass while the trees hisses at their fickle friend; air, the Casanova of the natural world--there and gone and back again. Elijah chuckled, and put a step forward hearing some loud shout not to far away, something to do with a God. Elijah remained still, her eyes narrowing and pointing her head the direction of the sound.
She frowned, shifted, and pursed her lips, the sound now fading along with the breeze. She did not realize what her decision about the ordeal was until she began to act; putting her walking stick away, she pulled her bow from her back and the bowstring from one of her many pockets. Putting the bow ahead of her, the locked one of the string on one side, then placed it underfoot, holding it in place with her muddied moccasins. Bending the bow with one hand she brought up the string to the other end of the bow and released the tension, the string now hooked pleasantly on both sides. She glanced upward to get a feel for where the sound came from, and scanned the ground for tracks.
The way the grass bent and the various prints upon the mud made it impossible to determine where one set of prints led specifically, causing a frustrated sigh to erupt from her lips. But then...
"Hurlement Leo!" and a blinding light erupted deeper in the area, though the sparse woodland made it unclear the caster.
Elijah crouched instinctively, but crept forward. As she did so, the thought entered her mind; what animal creeps toward danger? She pinned herself up against a tree bow held firmly in one hand, and the other on her shoulder to reach for a arrow. She breathed quietly, silent and calm, but a deep fear embedded in her. You don't know what happened. You don't know what's doing on.Elijah drew her hand closer to her quiver, and reached for an arrow. She popped out from the tree as a cacophonous laugh erupted from the body ahead of her, beyond a boy, whilst smoke tendrils writhed along the ground.
"What happened?" Her voice sharpened, body loose but hiding a small shiver.For all she knew, this man had killed another... maybe a demon. She drew her hand from her quiver, the arrow feeling odd and not fitting in between her fingers. Per chance, she looked down at her hand, and noticed an egg instead of the arrow. Oh, for the Love of...
Her Mind Wanders "She Speaks" She Acts.
OOC: N/A template by revo on SoulsRPG. <3
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Post by Chamomile on May 4, 2014 13:06:08 GMT -5
Elijah has discovered a Red Egg! (What was that doing in there?)
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Theo
Novice Mage
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Post by Theo on May 4, 2014 22:12:36 GMT -5
Be careful making wishes in the dark. As far as mornings went, this one had been fairly uneventful.
Theo dusted his palms off, watching the shower of soil that left his gloves with a faint sense of pride. A row of stones sat behind him, looking rather forlorn as the afternoon light revealed their preternatural shine; in front of him, a row of newly planted flowers swayed gently in their pots.
Theo frowned lightly, realizing how lonely the earthy patch looked regardless of its new occupants. Finding an open flower shop within the settlement had been difficult enough - waiting on the first round of seedlings to sprout seemed like an unnecessary hurdle to jump.
The man gestured over his shoulder, sending a pair of astral hands to stack the flower crates. With a few clumsy crunching sounds and another cloud of leftover packing fertilizer, he had the lot planted to the nearby stone wall soon enough; and with a reassuring tug at his long scarf he began to dig deeply into the earth until his fingers hit on something hard; he got a foothold and plucked the thing from the ground.
"...An egg? Would go well with some toast."
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Post by pantsgrey on May 4, 2014 22:37:18 GMT -5
Theo hath discovered a Red Egg. Looks like that ground is...unfertilized. (YEAHHHHHHHH!)
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Theo
Novice Mage
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Post by Theo on May 4, 2014 23:28:49 GMT -5
Be careful making wishes in the dark. The decision to assist Noafa Gardens in replanting its burgeoning greenery had been a relatively easy one to make, even with the subsequent trials of fertilizer and a rock shape egg. He glanced down as he worked, noting with mild interest the soft quality of the soil - perhaps it had been a swamp once, before he'd haggled his way into its heart. His boots sank into the dark mulch with each step, leading him to snicker quietly upon imagining others who would have to march and scuffle in such potentially muddy conditions.
He wondered, very idly, if it was possible to safely heat the red egg until it was sunny-side up; but he also wondered if he'd find another one, and so he continued to bury pot after pot of forget-me-nots, calla lilies, and wild wisteria.
As Theo made himself comfortable, he would find a light rustling and growling to emanate from one of the crates nearby. With a scuffling of claws, a fox emerged, his bright tail puffed up to twice its size as he confronted a soon to be new acquaintance and in his clutches was seemingly another egg.
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Post by pantsgrey on May 4, 2014 23:46:16 GMT -5
Theo hath discovered a Plain Egg. Foxes aren't picky.
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Post by Chamomile on May 5, 2014 22:08:07 GMT -5
Jīnsīquè has discovered a Red Egg!
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Elijah
Intermediate Mage
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Post by Elijah on May 5, 2014 23:15:53 GMT -5
Don't Fear The Dark It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter. Had he not noticed her? Had she not spoken loud enough? She gulped, buckled, and swung right back behind the same tree, her body pressed against it, throwing her bow across her chest and over her shoulder, the string running over her ribs. She remained still, pressed against the bark, face slowly turning red, not sure whether she should be more concerned about the man who had just died laughing --she chuckles--or the selfishness of her own embarrassment.
For the love of the divines, murder has more substance than this arbitrary bout of heat waves, Eli! But... she paused. Did emotions have less grounds that that of an action? Was an action not somehow propelled by how one might feel? Sure, one might be able to make a decision without emotion, giving one better clarity, but is a lack of emotion a strength? Her feet began to sink into the ground. She readjusted and crouched--not conspicuous at all, simply a lady having witnessed the death of another, hiding. A lady, indeed.
She thought for a moment on her question, for if there was a way to combine emotion and action, one would be able to unify--
Something moved behind her... around her, and clawed onto the bark of the tree whilst birds hissed from above. Elijah turned around to get a look at.... She saw its green, circle eyes first, the fur and the silvery sheen, and then the slim tail and acrobatic haunches. It did not purr, but loomed over her like an owl, this old cat that glared down at its prey, then back up toward the branch where a premature lunch lay. "Don't you hurt those birds, cat."
The cat ignored her (as is typical of the feline family) and began its balancing act toward the nest, the parents beginning to dive-bomb the cat. It leaned back and rocked on its hind legs and...
"STOP!" As the cat launched into the air, Elijah swung her walking stick at the branch, the limb shaking feverishly, the nest wobbling back and forth while the cat spun downward and ran away. A single egg fell from the perch and hurled toward the ground. "NO!!!" Elijah dove for the unborn child, the product of terrible grackle squawks that kept the rest of the wildlife up at night, wondering at that exact moment whether she lunged forward out of pure logic, emotion, or a combination of both. Her hands curled around the egg in mid-fall, face plunging toward the ground, and she decided... that if the boy saw her, she would give him a fake name and address.
"Oof!" She lay upon the ground a moment, dazed, the odd birds above her shouting and yelling something awful, probably along the lines of some newly invented swear word for the occasion. Egg in hand, she was just about to look at it, on the off chance it was one of the gag-eggs, when a beak clipped the back of her neck. "For crying out loud!" It dove again. And again. Joined by its mate, they dove again. And again. Elijah stood, sacrificing her hand to the feathered beasts of burden as she swatted, and zig-zagged to dodge their advances. "Crix 'Hlema, Dratch Pun't1! Are you sure you don't want your eggs back, Crichtci2?!"
Half-way across the garden, upon a patch of dried dirt, they left her be, she rubbing her head, hissing in Sylvan, while she collapsed, a plume of dust rising above her. "You're damn right welcome!" She choked, "Next time, we'll see what happens when I am not right there to save you from a cat you--! Ah... nevermind. Ingrates." She unfolded her hand, wondering what kind of a story with which she would go back into town. She laughed at herself. Why yes, I was so obsessed with finding these damned things that I smashed a beehive, and the bees only bit my neck. Very posh indeed.
1Lit. For Shame, A curse/ A plague (on) you. 2Vermin
Her Mind Wanders "She Speaks" She Acts.
OOC: N/A template by revo on SoulsRPG. <3
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