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Shaping the Wood[Questing][Lace]

Tingal Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: 9 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#1
Tingal stepped cautiously onto the Edge territory. He lurked, looking for the stallion the Earth God had called "Lace". Tingal shivered. He belonged to the Throat, and wondered if he was even allowed on the Edge territory. He did not want to be chased out.

"Go to Lace in the World's Edge and assist him with one crafting task involving wood and trees."

That was Tingal's task. He looked around, his striped body stood out in the snow. His green eyes flashed back and forth, scanning the area for the stallion. He waited around, hoping this stallion would find him so that Tingal could complete his quest and return to the Earth God.

OOC:Sorry for bad post. I have no muse today.
WC:113

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#2

Would it be possible to run away from his own body? Ever since the sun and the moon had struggled for dominance in the sky and turned day into night, nothing had been as it should be. He couldn't speak to Fajira the way they usually did, and nothing she said reached him. It was as though the bond had become obscured, clouded and murky... It still existed, they were yet as tied to one another as they had been since the day the white dragon hatched and he fed her the first meal, but something was clearly amiss. And if that wasn't enough, some form of wicked magic had altered his very own body - for every step and shake of the head, a cascade of sickly sweet sugar rained down from both main and tail, making even the toughest year old grass taste strange.

Lace didn't like sweets, he decided. He liked even less how the previous so modest and restrained colors of gray and gold of the coat had been turned into a deranged rainbow of multicolored spots, that glowed in the night and gave away his presence to anyone with even the slightest bit of eyesight.

It wasn't a happy stallion that walked towards the strangely colored foreigner that lingered on the border, drawn as much by curiosity as by a wariness stemming from the recent set of kidnappings that had taken place. This foreigner didn't sport a horn, but that didn't necessarily mean anything in this day and age, where magic was running rampant and you couldn't even trust the hairs on the back to behave.

"My name is Lace, Glazier of the World's Edge" he revealed and placed himself in front of the oddly colored stranger, dragon sleeping on the back and expression closed and unreadable. "What brings you here, traveler?"


[Sorry for the wait]

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Tingal Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: 9 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#3
Tingal bowed his head to the grulla stallion."Nice to meet you, Lace of the Edge."He smirked, amused that the stallion had sprinkles falling from his hair. His face quickly became serious as he began to speak again."I have been given a quest by the Earth god. I am to assist you with a crafting task involving wood and trees."Tingal noted the white dragon that slept upon Lace's back. He looked back at Lace, taking notice of the yellow marking upon his back.

Tingal realized he had yet to introduce himself."I am Tingal of the Dragon's Throat."He looked to the sky. The moon blocked the sun. It was as if day had become night. Tingal looked at Lace, failing to read his expression. His green eyes tracing over the stallion, noting his features and coloring. He waited for Lace to reply.

OOC: Short post became longer(ish).
WC: 146

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#4

A brow lifted unamused as he noticed the smirk on the stallions face. Another time Lace might have been able to laugh together with the stranger at the folly of his own predicament, but the recent events left him feeling very humorless indeed. Black-edged ears turned backwards for a moment, a hoof stomping the ground to return the foreigner to a more businesslike state of mind.

Really. Was this how you asked a favor?

"Father Earth, you say" he mused and shifted the weight between black hooves, quietly regarding the striped horse - the expression revealed nothing, voice void of reaction. "For what purpose are you... No, actually don't tell me. The Throat are allies of the Edge, it is reassurance enough. I do need to know if the Divine Father specified anything about the item though. Are you to return it to him?" Depending on the answer, the approach might become different. Certain types of wood was suitable for different things, and not all of them grew within the Edge.

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Tingal Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.0 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17 hh :: 9 years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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#5
Tingal's face became more serious as he looked at the stallion's unamused face."The Earth god did not say to bring it to him, but I shall anyway, just to be safe if you do not mind that is."Tingal himself had been down at the recent events, but took pleasure in the recent happenings of horses. He had seen some unicorns had reindeer horns and glowing muzzles. A pegasus he had passed had white wings and a golden ring above their head. Tingal had not been effected, and he was glad he had not. He would be shamed if he was caught with colorful and sweet sprinkles flowing from his mane.

Tingal returned his attention to Lace, studying every detail upon him even his scars. Tingal attempted to guess how he had accumulated them. Especially the one upon his back. Tingal had not seen a horse with a yellow marking of that magnitude upon their back before.

Tingal's own orange and black striped coat was dirtied from his travels. He also adored the dragon that was sleeping on Lace's back. Tingal was always curious towards new things. In his old home he knew of much, but in this land he knew almost nothing. His mind drifted as he thought deeply about his home. He became lost in his thoughts for what seemed like forever but was only a few moments. He pulled himself back into reality, waiting for Lace's reply.

OOC: I'm just gonna take the item to the Earth God just to be safe if you don't mind. Thanks! ;D
WC: 241

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
#6

He nodded quietly and remained in silence after the stallion had replied. The pale tail swayed in a mild spring breeze, distributing sweetness with a stubbornness that was disturbing it it's persistent merriness. Ah, glorious springtime, how Lace wished that he'd have a chance to actually enjoy the rebirth of the world. Instead his days were filled with problems of more or less mundane nature, and each and every one of them contributed to making the steed feel tired.

Assisting in a task of crafting, huh. What a peculiar quest the God had sent the could-be tiger on. In the first place, Lace's crafting of wood was made mostly through the process of thought and feeling - it wasn't something others could help him in. But.. This was a request from the Earth God, and he was disinclined to refuse the recognition of a Divine one.

"Alright, very well. I'll let you in on the crafting of something small enough to carry to the Veins. Something fit to present to a God... Better get started right away." Now that the decision was made, he didn't see a reason to postpone the matter. Lace shifted and walked forward, hinted for the Throat member to follow and then headed off in a steady canter meant to consume miles at a steady pace. When the pace shifted the dragon was startled awake and rolled off the back and took to the wings almost before she'd had a chance to wake up, grumbled in a cranky manner and launched a burst of fire towards the gray stallion.

Lace simply laughed and ducked, too used to such displays of temper to even become worried."You better keep up! We're heading to the Deep Forest."

[I'll start up a thread in the Deep forest, so go look there for a reply. :)]

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