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Post by Gwendolyn on Sept 6, 2023 0:26:44 GMT -5
The dense fog permeated the bog thoroughly and completely. It was heads or tails as to which way she had entered, let alone which way she was actually supposed to be going. Aside from the smell, Gwendolyn mused that it felt just like home! She was completely comfortable wandering around lost in the mist despite the discomfort of her accoutrement. Three maids in swamp waders waddled behind her, one holding a lantern, one smoking a cigarette, and one humming a song. The maid holding the lantern, Jess, asked nervously, “Ah-heh, hey M’lady? Do you think were getting close? Lloyd said it was only a 3 mile journey, and we’ve been walking for about 7.”“She’s probably just as lost as you are Harbour. Shut up and keep walking” the one with the cigarette, Millicent, comments. She was indeed hella lost, but there was little to worry about. She had weapons hidden in the mist, each feeling their way through the bog in front of them, on top of an innate extrasensory ability to detect spellcasters. Nobody would be sneaking up on them, but it was still a problem that they were all hopelessly lost. No matter, the swamp couldn’t last forever, and they would reach their destination eventually. Quest Name: Into the Marsh Participants: Two or more Location: Marsh Flats Post Requirements: 4 post per person, 200 words per post Description: You have been asked by Lloyd to venture into the swamp and study a Bogaboo, however the trip has already started off rough. A thick mist has settled across the region making your trip into the swamp even more difficult than normal. The first part of your task is to simply find your way. After getting lost in the dangerous bog, you need to find an area that resembles some sort of safety, and set up camp. This venture may take you a few days, or even weeks, so you need somewhere safe to set up and stay at for a little while. NPCs: Millicent, Mori, Jess Air, Earth, Sea Domain apprentices
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Post by Ulmiyda Frostcroft on Sept 7, 2023 19:58:26 GMT -5
Thick fog clashed with the cold mist that radiated off the large frozen steed. A carriage was a rare sight this deep into the Marsh Flats, especially one as lavish as Ulmiyda’s. As much as her family’s gift of an icy horse annoyed her, she couldn’t help but acknowledge how useful the beast was when it came to traversing bodies of water. “So what are we looking for? A Ribingurumu?” Ulmiyda asks as she stares blankly over the side of the carriage, pretending she can see more than a few feet through the fog. Cervayhn sighs at the young girl’s question, holding the reins of the carriage loosely as he responds to his young master’s question. “We are after a Bogaboo, you have heard of it before. Your caretakers used to try and scare you with spooky stories of them whenever you misbehaved. Eventually they gave up after you rationalized that the creature would freeze to death before ever reaching the manor.” Ulmiyda’s eyes light up as she recalls those childhood tales, she wipes around, looking to her retainer with a panicked expression. “Wait, that thing was super scary, why in Solaria’s name does Lloyd want to study one?” “He wants to put some facts behind those stories, by figuring out how they are created and why. These things are supposedly sneaky, so please keep an eye out for both of our sakes, okay?” The older dark elf replies with a shrug. Ulmiyda turns back to the swamp with an alert demeanor, hoping she can find the horror before it finds her. Her search is fruitless for a good while, until a sloshing pulls her attention through the fog. Several figures clad in uniform emerge through the mist, along with another who stands out from the rest. “Hey Cervayhn, does the bugaboo usually travel with a herd of maids?” Ulmiyda asks as she looks out at the strange sight.
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Post by Gwendolyn on Sept 13, 2023 21:53:16 GMT -5
“Lost? We’re not lost are we? Wait, did you hear that?” Jess asks, turning the lantern around as the sound of wheels and hoofbeats touching ice became apparent. Muffled voices as well, someone else was out here. Mori’s ears twitched as she idly stopped humming to listen. Gwendolyn stopped her cohort, turning to meet whatever came out of the fog head on. A frosty horse, leading a rather fancy wagon emerged from the mist. She dismissed her weapons back into the fog, not wanting to scare off whatever travelers approached, before raising a hand in a wave. Two figures, one quite young and one quite old, a ward and their master perhaps? “Ho there” She barks, bidding them to hopefully stop. “Ride for a wandering lady?” asked as politely as she can muster after hours of walking through muck. It would be heaven to actually have a ride through this mess than to take it in nothing but waders and willpower. Jess uncovers the lantern so that it illuminates the entire group, instead of just the direction it points. The light reveals a dirty, sweaty, exhausted group of maids and their fearless leader, desperately smiling and trying to look disarming. Madame Gwendolyn normally doesnt stoop so low as to request the charity of others, so it was an odd side of her master to see.
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Post by Ulmiyda Frostcroft on Oct 5, 2023 18:45:12 GMT -5
Cervayhn peers past his master wondering what sight caused her young mind to form such an absurd question. To his surprise, the girl wasn’t exaggerating for once, as several maids were indeed traversing the swamp, along with a veiled woman who was likely their employer. Something about the woman’s appearance struck him as odd, although the heavy fog prevented him from seeing her in any great detail.
“I haven’t read any reports that mention this creature being a shapeshifter, nor of it traveling in packs; Sure, you’re welcome aboard. Your maids will have to ride in the back however, and try not to track too much muck in there. I’m the one who is going to have to clean it once we are free of this dreadful land.”
Ulmiyda stretches her hand out to the veiled one woman; a meager gesture from the girl, as her small size would offer the woman little aid. Still, the young elf was excited to have some manner of distraction from the gloomy and monotonous swamp.
“You don’t look like the locals; you’re dressed too well. What’s a noble woman and a pack of maids doing all the way out here? Are you fishing? Ghost hunting? On the run for major crimes like arson? Oh, I’m sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Ulmiyda, Ulmiyda Fro-Flameborne.”
The young girl looks at the veiled woman with bright eyes, her facade barely holding in the face of her own excitement.
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Post by Gwendolyn on Jan 1, 2024 21:10:00 GMT -5
She gratefully accepts the outstretched hand, cautious to not actually put the whole weight of her armour into the young womans hands. Shaking the muck off of her greaves as she clambers on up, she nearly collapses onto one of the benches within. Her maids graciously slog around back to climb up the rear before their lady caught her breath enough to respond. Gods above another gremlin. Still, she mustn’t pout, it was the gremlin that had saved her from another few kilometers wandering throughout the swamp. She put on her most polite smile and extended her hand for a formal introduction. “Gwendolyn, Mystwud. Unfortunately our goals here are less interesting than any of that, simply to study some swamp cretin for an odd researcher. Unfortunately, we managed to become quite lost due to SOMEONE’S sense of direction.” In the back, Mori flattened her ears in embarrassment due to a small suggestion two kilometers back to obey a signpost that pointed towards an outhouse. “Regardless, we must offer a thousand blessings for you saving us from trudging about in the fog for much longer. Though I must return the question of a young elf and her…butler? Taking a Frost drawn carriage through such inhospitable territory.”
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