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Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - Beqanna Fairy - 01-16-2019 ROUND 1 The faeries were able to bring back the uninfected places, safe havens for their people, but they know that it’s only a temporary relief. It is not a solution. After many days (or hours, or months, they aren’t the greatest at keeping track of mortal time) of contemplation, they believe they have found a solution. But as their people had helped the Dark God to bring about this despair and destruction, the people are the secret ingredient to undoing it. The people of Beqanna will have to put more effort into the healing of Beqanna than they put into its sickening - at least four times as much, or so it seems to the fae on the Mountain. Four times the effort, and four lands brought back from Beqanna before - the symmetry is pleasing to the Those who are willing to sacrifice to save the world have attempted two tasks now for the fae, and they are clearly tired as they gather on the mountain again; some have found new strength in the challenges, but others are standing haggard, on the verge of giving up. “Don’t give up,” she’s the smallest among them, hidden behind the others until she daintily picks her way to the front of the group. She’d remind you of a child, if you didn’t know she was an ageless fairy - an eternal child, then. Her coat is picked through with flowers and her eyes are strangely bright, like the spring sunshine. Her entreaty fills you with renewed purpose, because she reminds you of everything you are here to fight for. ”We need flowers from the Brilliant Pampas. One each of red, white, yellow, pink, and orange blooms.” You are thinking to yourself how easy that sounds, compared to the wasteland of Icicle Isle and the monsters in Silver Cove. You should have known it can’t be that easy. “But they have to be from spring’s first blooming - which is already upon us. Hurry!” Rules -Everyone may enter one character in this quest -Round 1 entries are to be posted in Brilliant Pampas in the Quest thread no later than January 19th at 10:30 EST. -This quest is primarily a TIMED quest. You’ve been warned. After the first round, eliminations will be made on a basis of who posts first, as long as the rules are followed. Posts will have a word limit. -Your first post should describe your character making the journey to the Brilliant Pampas; upon arrival, they succumb to the effect of a blooming flower similar to the Poppy flower, and your post should end as they fall asleep. -Your character can maintain their traits for this quest. -This quest will have three rounds; no eliminations in round one, eliminations in round 2 of a percentage of questers depending on how many enter, and the third round will have one winner and four runner-ups. -Anyone who fails to respond to a round just because they know it’s timed and they’re not going to be first will receive a permanent defect. If you need to withdraw for some reason, make sure you message the Officials so you are not penalized. -Those eliminated after round 2 will receive a 0-space appearance trait that may be temporary or permanent (player’s choice), as will anyone who advances to round 3 but isn’t in the top five; those who advance to round 3 will have the chance to win a 2 or 3 space genetic trait. fair winds & good luck RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - devin - 01-16-2019 To Clarify: Deadline for Round 1 is January 19th This one is intended to move quickly RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - Ilma - 01-16-2019 Ilma And there's a lesson waiting to be learned the firestarters always get the burns and the good guys never get the girl
The white, sunlight-covered mare has always been one to help others; to help everyone in one go, to prevent Beqanna’s common lands from being empty and plague-ridden, all she has to do is gather flowers this spring? and shooting stars cannot fix the world @[devin] short, as requested! RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - Rouhi - 01-16-2019 keep your dreams in check Rouhi RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - Anani - 01-16-2019 He had found his way at the top of the Mountain again, listening to their call this time and answering. Flowers, she needed flowers this time and they had to hurry. So he makes his way down the tricky paths of the Mountain. The more times he does this, the less the terror freezes him in his steps. The fear isn’t as intense and it doesn’t make him want to hide. Even when his hoof slips along the side and the rocks fall off the edge, well, he manages to push past the pause to keep going. He crosses the River, his steps brisk, his pace long steady. He dodges and weaves amongst the tall trees of the Forest, remembering all the times that he had hidden. Loess was next and when he crosses the beautiful expanse of land, he continues on around the small outlet of water and once he steps into the Pampas he knows it. He’s not sure how, maybe it’s the magic from the land being raised or maybe it’s from the quest but he knows. He walks into a large field, full of flowers. The smell is exquisite and he takes a long draw from one of them. Beautiful, it’s a deep red color and he takes another sniff. His head starts to spin after that last one, and his legs weaken. He should lay down. Yeah, that’s what he should do. So he does and down here the smell is much more intense and before he knows it, his eyes are drooping. Perhaps he should be worried, perhaps he should be afraid but in the end all he can do is fall asleep. RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - leliana - 01-17-2019 I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - GODBEAR - 01-17-2019 godbear the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night Code by: Pride RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - Nocturne - 01-18-2019 Again the fairies called for him. Again, just as his body was finally beginning to answer his demands again. His limbs were only just starting to soften, and he’d just begun to look forward to the day when he could frolic with his new friend, legs finally mobile, finally his own again instead of claimed by stone in his shape, in his image. There was urgency to the fairy’s call, need that swept through him and demanded he answer now, no matter the state of him. It reached into his chest and pulled, and he stumbled forward on still-stiff legs, groaning in protest. He needed to wait, to tell Ember where he was going. Maybe she could come with him and they could work together! But the fairies and his body had other ideas. He called her name even as he stumbled away down one mountain and back toward The Mountain. And if tears streamed down his face at the thought of leaving her behind, at the thought of losing the only friend he’d ever known...well. There was no one to see them fall. No one to hear the way his heart cracked in his chest, fissures running through it as he tripped over himself trying to fight the call, just for a little while. Just long enough to say goodbye. To no avail. His shoulders slumped, his head hung low as he heeded the fairies’ call for the third time, even though he’d failed them so spectacularly last time. A new fairy stepped forward this time, small, looking young and floral and bright, pushing hope and purpose and urgency into his being even though somewhere inside the belly of the monster he’d lost all of his own. Hypnotic eyes and a child-like voice spurred him on, and he just nodded and turned to fulfill her request. What else was there to do? Might as well get it over with, so he could go back to Ember and explain. The faster the better, then. He picked his way quickly down the Mountain on hooves still made of stone. Well. As quickly as he could manage when it was still just as damn tall as the first time he’d climbed it. Through the river once again, through the forest, and over the hilly terrain of Loess until he set foot in a new land, one he’d never seen before. He was on a hunt for flowers, red, white, yellow, pink, orange. So he reached for the first as quickly as he could--...and everything went dark as he fell to the ground, asleep. RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - Y'Kira - 01-19-2019 I left, and that was the end of it. Spread my wings and flew the next. Metaphorically speaking, anyway, I definitely walked. But the idea was there. Anyway, I walked and I walked and walked some more! Lots of walking. I walked until I was fairly certain that I had made a mistake in leaving in the first place. I walked until the sky got a bit closer, and I stood on a mountainside, facing a little girl. Little, but not young. Anyone with the eyes to see could tell that she had seen more with her youthful eyes than one could see in a single lifetime. She's lovely, and I feel kinship with the fey thing, with flowers in our manes and determination in our hearts. Things needed fixing? Very well, then. I had determined not to be like my mother, sitting passively and waiting for the world to come to me. I would sell out the world myself, and drink its nectar. I had taken the first step, and she was giving me the next ones. The fey girl sends the gathered horses on their way, and I along with them. Flowers, like the morning glory vining wildly through my mane and tail. But colored more brilliantly, and filled with the power to save us. More walking, following the trails and spring blooming hedgerows until a new land spreads beneath my feet. Thick grasses twist against the paley feathered edges of my heels, sunrise only just beginning to paint the horizon with fingers dipped in blush and gold. As the light seeps across the valley, I can see them. Flowers, thousands of them. In every brilliant color, I can see them nodding their heads in the dawn's light, raising their faces to the sun as they shed droplets of dew from their unfurling petals. The pale blooms adorning myself echoed the action, untwisting to face the rising sun. It was amazing to watch a field of flowers ripple awake. By the time the sun reached my feet, waking the nearby blooms and releasing their delicate perfume, I had already inhaled too much to escape. As daintily as a falling leaf, my knees buckled and I dropped to a bed of waiting foliage, asleep before I hit the ground. RE: Brilliant Pampas: Round 1 - wander - 01-19-2019 Wander does what Wander does best: wander away! To the Mountain that she’s heard so much talk of as of late. Her face fills with awe; it is every inch of magnificent as the murmurs have said as she slows to a walk. She’s just in time to see a small crowd gather before a fairy - an actual live fairy! So small and delicate, robes in flowers with eyes like two small suns - so bright and warm. Wander cannot look away; she’s entranced by the entreaty to go find Spring’s first blooms in a bevy of colors. Especially when she learns that they must look on her current homeland.
Excitement fills her, as does purpose. It is nice to have purpose, she thinks as the group disbanded and each went on their merry rushed way. Wander too, felt the need for haste and she ran down familiar paths that would speed her home safely and quickly. Her eyes look left and right for the familiar patches of flowers that are sure to be in bloom. She knows just where to collect one of each color: red, white, yellow, pink, and orange. Pteron and her have played many games amongst those flowers! Thinking of him and the flowers and the quest at hand, put a smile on her young face.
But as she skimmed over the Pampas like a bird in flight - only wingless and earth-bound, she plowed through another crop of flowers that she did not recognize. Petals and pollen flew into the air as she broke stems and blooms, causing a fragrance to rise up that tickled her nose. Wander began to sneeze until the sneezes became a series of yawns and her steps slowed. Eventually she just toppled over mid-stride amidst the powerful flowers that made her sleepy.
She didn’t even have time to protest between all the sneezing and yawning; just one little sleepy “Oh!” of surprise and then, Wander was snoring softly on a pillow of potent blooms and earth.
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