Roggamer22 wrote:Rachel blushes, closing her eyes and taking a relaxed breath. "How would I use that in a tournament, though...?" She blushes, straightening a bit of her hair and looking up at the dryad, seeming unsure.
"Well, if you make vines grow under someone's feet, they will be entangled. Make roses grow and they will be both entangled and cut by the thorns. I know you don't like fighting, but these are the basics for a druid." the dryad says with a giggle.
Vomica wrote:She gives a grin from ear to ear at the promise of excitement! With a bit of a joyous giggle she rushes back into her cave to get her things together! It then dawns on her that it did take her some effort to read such a simple thing, her smile instantly fades and she looks down at herself. The girl mutters, "...she got to my head to. That..." Matthew frowns darkly. Then the thoughts of the contest pass into her head once more! With that the grin returns, and she goes about gathering up all the stuff that might prove useful! Setting it all together for a journey.
Obviously, her axe is the first thing she takes! Wouldn't be much a berserker without a big weapons to swing around wildly! She also finds a dagger obviously meant to be a backup weapon. Nearby, she finds a basic backpack made from animal hides as well as some provisions! A gourd for water, some dried meat and fruit for sustenance and a map! Looking at it, she would see it outlines a kingdom with a layout worringly similar to the town she came from.
For now though, she needs to make her way to the nearby village, one named Repsle. If she proves herself there, she gains the right to go to the capital to prove herself before the royal family!
Maiden Miki wrote:Marco looked around and saw that there indeed weren't many trees which will make this quest harder then expected. She was hoping that if she did found this fruit then maybe it would end this dream or whatever was happening. She then saw the samurai clad people run by and remember something about sign ups.
"Maybe I can get a hint about what is going on from them," said Marco as she tried running after them. She was a bit slower due to her small legs.
The samurai spot Marco chasing them and stop, facing her with big smiles.
"Momo-dono! Are you partaking in the tournament too?"
Zoey wrote:Risa sighed. "Great... I guess I'll have to put that on break..." she said, now starting to feel worried. She knew nothing of swordsmanship and she was about to commit a huge plunder. "Maybe I can pull out before its too late..." she says heading to the courtyard, trying to come up for a good excuse for this Rose of Vermont lady she apparently is.
Out in the courtyard, the stands are starting to fill up as villagers come in to watch. The salesmen hawk their wares as a guard approaches RIsa!
"Lady Risa! Participants tent is this way, if you would follow me." she says, giving Risa no time to talk as she marches off.
Stray-chan wrote:Luke looked up with a start as the older woman entered, surprising her. "What? Nothing!" She put the spoon down. "I mean... I got the mail! Yeah." She holds out the small stack to the woman, tournament flier on top.
The woman gives a tired smile and takes the mail, missing the flier as she does. She starts sorting through it and spots the flier.
"Oh? What's that?"
KonokoHasano wrote:"Huh? Oh... um... I just had a really strange dream last night that seemed so real, and I'm still getting over it!" She said, nodding quickly.
"Ahhh, I just hates those. Splash some cold water on your face, that'll wake you up nice and proper."
The man points to a nearby well and smiles.
"Well you take care now." He walks off.
Nosnits wrote:Anthony rolled his eyes a bit, bemoaning the choice of colours this tailor-girl had. He picked up the shawl, putting it on, deciding to call it 'Salmon' coloured from now on, he grabbed the map..unless it was too big or nailed down of course, and headed outside of the building!
THe map is obviously meant to be a wall map, it's a bit big and unwieldy as Anthony carries it. As she goes to leave, something feels... off. She feels like she's missing something. The thought nags at her, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't bring herself to leave until she has what she's forgetting!