Helping Hands [Renown/Private]
Feb 9, 2024 18:04:47 GMT -5
Post by Ezra Windward on Feb 9, 2024 18:04:47 GMT -5
“Three… Two… ONE!”
An ox of a man shouted as he lifted one end of a large wooden frame up to meet the rest of the wooden frame of a house being rebuilt. On the other end of that same frame was a young man of average height and athletic build. A few strands of his messy brown hair stuck to his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down his face. He was warm, and this work was hard. After the two had lifted the frame, another man on a ladder began nailing it into place. The young man, Ezra, wiped his brow with the sleeve of his white shirt. He had removed his armor so that he could more easily maneuver and help with the rebuilding of Darkveil and it lay in a neat pile near the base of the now complete framework of the house.
The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon and the sky was a bright hue of orange and pink. The large man who had helped Ezra lift the frame came and stood beside Ezra and gave him a firm pat on the back. The force of the pat was enough to jolt Ezra forward and he let out a muffled grunt before grinning back at the man, pretending that his back didn’t sting from the strike.
“Not bad kid.” The man said to Ezra while offering his own grin. His voice was deep and gruff. He was a large, well muscled man with large, work-worn hands. His head was completely bald and a scar extended from his forehead above his left eye down to about the middle of his cheek on his left side. A thick, burley, graying beard framed his mouth and chin.
“Thanks Griff.” Ezra responded before being joined by the man who was up on the ladder. This man was a light-skinned moon elf with short, silver hair that was parted to the left. The man’s face was youthful and clean shaven, but he still looked a little older than Ezra. The elf stood about six inches taller than either man and had a lithe, athletic build. “Whattya say we get a drink now boys?” the man asked.
“I’m surprised you even thought you had to ask Lander. Of course I’m in. Ezra?” Griff responded with a deep chuckle. The two of them looked to Ezra for his answer. “Sure, I’ll join you.” Ezra responded, and the three men began to walk toward the tavern.
As they approached the tavern, they could hear the voice of a man shouting in the distance, “Runners needed!” The voice grew louder as they reached the front of the tavern. Standing near the entrance was an older man. He was thin and hunched over, leaning on a cane. A long, gray beard grew on his face and his hair was gray and thinning. He went on to explain to anyone who would listen, “Runners needed! A cart of building supplies from Zeinav City was supposed to arrive yesterday. The route was through the Deadwood. We need able bodied people to head to the Deadwood and get those supplies here!”
Griff and Lander both continued on into the doorway of the tavern, mostly ignoring the man. They turned to Ezra, who had stopped and was listening to the man’s plea. “Ezra, you coming?” Asked the elf, but Ezra smiled to himself and shook his head. “No… It looks like there’s still work to be done. I’ll catch up with you two later.”
Quest Name: Putting it Back Together
Participants: Two or more
Location: Ashlands (Darkveil)
Post Requirements: 4 posts per person, 200 words per post
Reward: +1 Renown
Description: Darkveil was hit the hardest during the events of Vulcadreaus, with many of its inhabitants having fled the destruction. Now that things have calmed, people are moving back, only to find their city is in shambles. An effort has been put in place by locals, with help from those who remain of the Ashen Father gangs, to fix the city up. Assistance is being requested, with a long list of things to be done. Buildings are toppled, chunks of them missing, the ground has been split and ripped apart, with the streets filled with displaced and homeless. Whatever you can do to help, it will be accepted. Help rebuild the city, or offer food and water to the displaced. Clean the streets or help bring supplies in from other cities. No task is too small.
An ox of a man shouted as he lifted one end of a large wooden frame up to meet the rest of the wooden frame of a house being rebuilt. On the other end of that same frame was a young man of average height and athletic build. A few strands of his messy brown hair stuck to his forehead as beads of sweat rolled down his face. He was warm, and this work was hard. After the two had lifted the frame, another man on a ladder began nailing it into place. The young man, Ezra, wiped his brow with the sleeve of his white shirt. He had removed his armor so that he could more easily maneuver and help with the rebuilding of Darkveil and it lay in a neat pile near the base of the now complete framework of the house.
The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon and the sky was a bright hue of orange and pink. The large man who had helped Ezra lift the frame came and stood beside Ezra and gave him a firm pat on the back. The force of the pat was enough to jolt Ezra forward and he let out a muffled grunt before grinning back at the man, pretending that his back didn’t sting from the strike.
“Not bad kid.” The man said to Ezra while offering his own grin. His voice was deep and gruff. He was a large, well muscled man with large, work-worn hands. His head was completely bald and a scar extended from his forehead above his left eye down to about the middle of his cheek on his left side. A thick, burley, graying beard framed his mouth and chin.
“Thanks Griff.” Ezra responded before being joined by the man who was up on the ladder. This man was a light-skinned moon elf with short, silver hair that was parted to the left. The man’s face was youthful and clean shaven, but he still looked a little older than Ezra. The elf stood about six inches taller than either man and had a lithe, athletic build. “Whattya say we get a drink now boys?” the man asked.
“I’m surprised you even thought you had to ask Lander. Of course I’m in. Ezra?” Griff responded with a deep chuckle. The two of them looked to Ezra for his answer. “Sure, I’ll join you.” Ezra responded, and the three men began to walk toward the tavern.
As they approached the tavern, they could hear the voice of a man shouting in the distance, “Runners needed!” The voice grew louder as they reached the front of the tavern. Standing near the entrance was an older man. He was thin and hunched over, leaning on a cane. A long, gray beard grew on his face and his hair was gray and thinning. He went on to explain to anyone who would listen, “Runners needed! A cart of building supplies from Zeinav City was supposed to arrive yesterday. The route was through the Deadwood. We need able bodied people to head to the Deadwood and get those supplies here!”
Griff and Lander both continued on into the doorway of the tavern, mostly ignoring the man. They turned to Ezra, who had stopped and was listening to the man’s plea. “Ezra, you coming?” Asked the elf, but Ezra smiled to himself and shook his head. “No… It looks like there’s still work to be done. I’ll catch up with you two later.”
Quest Name: Putting it Back Together
Participants: Two or more
Location: Ashlands (Darkveil)
Post Requirements: 4 posts per person, 200 words per post
Reward: +1 Renown
Description: Darkveil was hit the hardest during the events of Vulcadreaus, with many of its inhabitants having fled the destruction. Now that things have calmed, people are moving back, only to find their city is in shambles. An effort has been put in place by locals, with help from those who remain of the Ashen Father gangs, to fix the city up. Assistance is being requested, with a long list of things to be done. Buildings are toppled, chunks of them missing, the ground has been split and ripped apart, with the streets filled with displaced and homeless. Whatever you can do to help, it will be accepted. Help rebuild the city, or offer food and water to the displaced. Clean the streets or help bring supplies in from other cities. No task is too small.