questgiven

[questgiven]

-- TO Mod [[I'm gonna rp with u soon using one of my ocs!]] [[just sending this in cuz i can (and also a reminder for my dementia riddled brain to send one of those asks) along with this being a warning about that being sent in soon cuz i wanna :P]] [[ anyways cya soon :0]]

Blinkz

[questgiven]

* gives you one ICE bunny , one GREEN bunny, one RED bunny and one FIRE colored bunny!1!1 *

Uhh.. I think you can name these ones! GOODLUCK!! -bunnyanon

The [Player] stares in shock, that's a lot of rabbits.. maybe she could hand a couple off? But.. they're gifts! That'd be cruel- how does he even manage this many? What does it do?? There's.. that's-? It wasn't even good at naming things and didn't speak often??

She lets the bunnies run around, what do bunnies even like to do or eat?? Maybe he could ask someone in Bizville, or Roadtown.

[questgiven]

The player nods and digs around for something to heal itself. If anything it'll stop at Griefer's house when he's out of here. She looked at the king, frowning a bit, the poor guy. Is there a way to help?? He has to help right? IT can't let the man die again....

It hesitantly steps closer, carefully grabbing the man's arm and examining it. He dug around in his bag for something, anything. Bandages? Please?

It pulled out what was left of its bandages, a small roll. Its eyes shifted from the king to the relic.

[ask 2.]

Player huffs, he was losing this battle. It was painfully obvious by its injuries, the way it stood unsteady, using its sword to keep itself up straight. This wasn't looking good. What was it even fighting anymore? He couldn't tell.... Looked like a pot with legs, a camel, and a pharaoh??? Something similar.

He looked tired, exhausted. It was on its way back to Shedletsky and these things ran up on her. She used what was left of his SP, pulling a card from his pocket and raising it up towards the sky.

[ Call Cruel King ]

It hoped that'd work. He's never used one of these, usually it didn't need to. But it did have King's, Griefer's, the Twins, and Calypso's.

- @questgiven .

He's cold.

He's always cold. It's not something that ever changes.

But today, something is different. A pull.

The Call Card.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with light.

It's different. New. He feels... solid, in a sense. Solid. Real. Urgent.

YOU are hurt. YOU are in danger.

He raises his hand in the direction of the enemy, feeling frost gather at his fingertips and into the chill metal in his hand.

Scepter Strike.

[questgiven]

"Thank.. thank much.."

Player nods, walking close to the camel and hitting it with his sword. It perishes. They huff, this was tiring. Hopefully it'd end soon.

Player tucks hair behind its ear, getting it out of its vision.

[ask 2.]

Player huffs, he was losing this battle. It was painfully obvious by its injuries, the way it stood unsteady, using its sword to keep itself up straight. This wasn't looking good. What was it even fighting anymore? He couldn't tell.... Looked like a pot with legs, a camel, and a pharaoh??? Something similar.

He looked tired, exhausted. It was on its way back to Shedletsky and these things ran up on her. She used what was left of his SP, pulling a card from his pocket and raising it up towards the sky.

[ Call Cruel King ]

It hoped that'd work. He's never used one of these, usually it didn't need to. But it did have King's, Griefer's, the Twins, and Calypso's.

- @questgiven .

He's cold.

He's always cold. It's not something that ever changes.

But today, something is different. A pull.

The Call Card.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with light.

It's different. New. He feels... solid, in a sense. Solid. Real. Urgent.

YOU are hurt. YOU are in danger.

He raises his hand in the direction of the enemy, feeling frost gather at his fingertips and into the chill metal in his hand.

Scepter Strike.

[questgiven]

"Can.. you?"

It tried to ask for the other to ice dagger while he charges up a sword attack. It'll do that.

He adjusts his cap and fidgets with her backpack straps.

[ask 2.]

Player huffs, he was losing this battle. It was painfully obvious by its injuries, the way it stood unsteady, using its sword to keep itself up straight. This wasn't looking good. What was it even fighting anymore? He couldn't tell.... Looked like a pot with legs, a camel, and a pharaoh??? Something similar.

He looked tired, exhausted. It was on its way back to Shedletsky and these things ran up on her. She used what was left of his SP, pulling a card from his pocket and raising it up towards the sky.

[ Call Cruel King ]

It hoped that'd work. He's never used one of these, usually it didn't need to. But it did have King's, Griefer's, the Twins, and Calypso's.

- @questgiven .

He's cold.

He's always cold. It's not something that ever changes.

But today, something is different. A pull.

The Call Card.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with light.

It's different. New. He feels... solid, in a sense. Solid. Real. Urgent.

YOU are hurt. YOU are in danger.

He raises his hand in the direction of the enemy, feeling frost gather at his fingertips and into the chill metal in his hand.

Scepter Strike.

[questgiven]

Megaphone Man uses Motivate!

Player blinks throws a ball at supposed enemy?

[questgiven]

It looked, worry crept into his expression but he tried not to let it show too much. Being able to focus now.

He does just that. The sword energy should be up enough to ice dagger. He'll do it next turn unless the king does so first. She doesn't mind either option.

They didn't quite know how to help about that thing, the pharaoh was annoying at best it would just be best to kill the damned thing and heal later.. least.. that's what he did when getting through this section of the temple.

[ask 2.]

Player huffs, he was losing this battle. It was painfully obvious by its injuries, the way it stood unsteady, using its sword to keep itself up straight. This wasn't looking good. What was it even fighting anymore? He couldn't tell.... Looked like a pot with legs, a camel, and a pharaoh??? Something similar.

He looked tired, exhausted. It was on its way back to Shedletsky and these things ran up on her. She used what was left of his SP, pulling a card from his pocket and raising it up towards the sky.

[ Call Cruel King ]

It hoped that'd work. He's never used one of these, usually it didn't need to. But it did have King's, Griefer's, the Twins, and Calypso's.

- @questgiven .

He's cold.

He's always cold. It's not something that ever changes.

But today, something is different. A pull.

The Call Card.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with light.

It's different. New. He feels... solid, in a sense. Solid. Real. Urgent.

YOU are hurt. YOU are in danger.

He raises his hand in the direction of the enemy, feeling frost gather at his fingertips and into the chill metal in his hand.

Scepter Strike.

[questgiven]

hey there buster

Player stares at the paper, raising an eyebrow and looking up at you. It already has a job. Getting the sfoth. It's a hero afterall!!

The player hands the paper back, shaking her head at you.

[questgiven]

The Player coughed, too much talking. He planned his next move, deciding to focus. But couldn't have his turn without the enemies attacking no?

The camel places a curse on the Player. That'd hinder her greatly.

He groans. The pharaoh has yet to attack and he hopes it won't be him it was attacking. Admins knows he needs to save the strength.

[ask 2.]

Player huffs, he was losing this battle. It was painfully obvious by its injuries, the way it stood unsteady, using its sword to keep itself up straight. This wasn't looking good. What was it even fighting anymore? He couldn't tell.... Looked like a pot with legs, a camel, and a pharaoh??? Something similar.

He looked tired, exhausted. It was on its way back to Shedletsky and these things ran up on her. She used what was left of his SP, pulling a card from his pocket and raising it up towards the sky.

[ Call Cruel King ]

It hoped that'd work. He's never used one of these, usually it didn't need to. But it did have King's, Griefer's, the Twins, and Calypso's.

- @questgiven .

He's cold.

He's always cold. It's not something that ever changes.

But today, something is different. A pull.

The Call Card.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with light.

It's different. New. He feels... solid, in a sense. Solid. Real. Urgent.

YOU are hurt. YOU are in danger.

He raises his hand in the direction of the enemy, feeling frost gather at his fingertips and into the chill metal in his hand.

Scepter Strike.

[questgiven]

"Getting there.."

They mumbled, digging around in their bag for a moment.

"Think.. need dagger.. Sword energy too low.."

It tried to form a coherent enough sentence. It was struggling due to not talking very often. This may've been the kings fourth? Time ever hearing them.

She unsheathed her iron sword, attacking the nearest thing, lowering the camel's health a bit. Wasn't a good hit but was good enough.

At worst Player was nauseous, but was recovering.

"Thank for pie."

[ask 2.]

Player huffs, he was losing this battle. It was painfully obvious by its injuries, the way it stood unsteady, using its sword to keep itself up straight. This wasn't looking good. What was it even fighting anymore? He couldn't tell.... Looked like a pot with legs, a camel, and a pharaoh??? Something similar.

He looked tired, exhausted. It was on its way back to Shedletsky and these things ran up on her. She used what was left of his SP, pulling a card from his pocket and raising it up towards the sky.

[ Call Cruel King ]

It hoped that'd work. He's never used one of these, usually it didn't need to. But it did have King's, Griefer's, the Twins, and Calypso's.

- @questgiven .

He's cold.

He's always cold. It's not something that ever changes.

But today, something is different. A pull.

The Call Card.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with light.

It's different. New. He feels... solid, in a sense. Solid. Real. Urgent.

YOU are hurt. YOU are in danger.

He raises his hand in the direction of the enemy, feeling frost gather at his fingertips and into the chill metal in his hand.

Scepter Strike.

[questgiven]

The player nods, biting into the food and gaining HP, supposedly. He decided he'd focus, an ice dagger would be good right about now..

Ironic because it was the KING here but it did help! She does a small movement, the sword energy rising. She adjusts the cap on his head, the bill of it now facing backwards.

If he got enough sword energy he could just use the firebrand. It'd help here.

[ask 2.]

Player huffs, he was losing this battle. It was painfully obvious by its injuries, the way it stood unsteady, using its sword to keep itself up straight. This wasn't looking good. What was it even fighting anymore? He couldn't tell.... Looked like a pot with legs, a camel, and a pharaoh??? Something similar.

He looked tired, exhausted. It was on its way back to Shedletsky and these things ran up on her. She used what was left of his SP, pulling a card from his pocket and raising it up towards the sky.

[ Call Cruel King ]

It hoped that'd work. He's never used one of these, usually it didn't need to. But it did have King's, Griefer's, the Twins, and Calypso's.

- @questgiven .

He's cold.

He's always cold. It's not something that ever changes.

But today, something is different. A pull.

The Call Card.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with light.

It's different. New. He feels... solid, in a sense. Solid. Real. Urgent.

YOU are hurt. YOU are in danger.

He raises his hand in the direction of the enemy, feeling frost gather at his fingertips and into the chill metal in his hand.

Scepter Strike.

[questgiven]

Player looked ready to pass out, a small smile splayed on his face knowing that it worked and maybe the man could help.

He pulls his ball from his bag, charging up and throwing it. Surprisingly he landed the hit and he did it well because whatever he did made the camel dizzy.

She searches through her bag for any food items at all, but finds herself a bit short. The battle before this had taken much out of them, food and items included.

[ask 2.]

Player huffs, he was losing this battle. It was painfully obvious by its injuries, the way it stood unsteady, using its sword to keep itself up straight. This wasn't looking good. What was it even fighting anymore? He couldn't tell.... Looked like a pot with legs, a camel, and a pharaoh??? Something similar.

He looked tired, exhausted. It was on its way back to Shedletsky and these things ran up on her. She used what was left of his SP, pulling a card from his pocket and raising it up towards the sky.

[ Call Cruel King ]

It hoped that'd work. He's never used one of these, usually it didn't need to. But it did have King's, Griefer's, the Twins, and Calypso's.

- @questgiven .

He's cold.

He's always cold. It's not something that ever changes.

But today, something is different. A pull.

The Call Card.

He opens his eyes and is greeted with light.

It's different. New. He feels... solid, in a sense. Solid. Real. Urgent.

YOU are hurt. YOU are in danger.

He raises his hand in the direction of the enemy, feeling frost gather at his fingertips and into the chill metal in his hand.

Scepter Strike.

[questgiven]

The Player nods, knowing it wouldn't. Everyone else's well-being came before theirs . Most of the time .....

He appreciated the reassurance, player would definitely visit again in the future!

She hugs the king one last time, holding on tightly before letting go and waving at them. With that he ran off.

[ask 1.]

Quiet footsteps echoed in Nirvana. Steps a bit uneven, they were just here for company. That's all. Soon the Player comes into view. They're back.

It's been a while, definitely. Why were they even back? It stops in front of the king. It looks at him, gesturing a bit but it was hard to tell what it wanted.

[idk what I'm doing]

- @questgiven.

And he sits there again. Just as he always had. Surrounded by nothing. Nothing as far as the eye could see. Frost crept down the throne and filled the air, a dense fog that wasn't scary in the slightest.

No, it was comforting.

It's you again.

The king looks at you.

Hello. What brings you here today?

[questgiven]

The player pulls the cape closer, smiling a little. He nods, thanking the king. She looks back the way she came, he should get going now.. he had to return to Shedletsky! He should've done it on the way here but.. he felt this was important too.

[ask 1.]

Quiet footsteps echoed in Nirvana. Steps a bit uneven, they were just here for company. That's all. Soon the Player comes into view. They're back.

It's been a while, definitely. Why were they even back? It stops in front of the king. It looks at him, gesturing a bit but it was hard to tell what it wanted.

[idk what I'm doing]

- @questgiven.

And he sits there again. Just as he always had. Surrounded by nothing. Nothing as far as the eye could see. Frost crept down the throne and filled the air, a dense fog that wasn't scary in the slightest.

No, it was comforting.

It's you again.

The king looks at you.

Hello. What brings you here today?

[questgiven]

Vision!

It tilted its head, unsure about what you were trying to do or say???

[questgiven]

The player nods, hoping the king would put it to good use. She stands with a triumphant smile.

The cape resting around their shoulders now seemed to take him by surprise however. He looked between the garment and the king, as if asking if the other was sure about them wearing it. She pulled it tightly around herself though if the king had insisted he wore it for now, warm.. so warm.. cozy..

[ask 1.]

Quiet footsteps echoed in Nirvana. Steps a bit uneven, they were just here for company. That's all. Soon the Player comes into view. They're back.

It's been a while, definitely. Why were they even back? It stops in front of the king. It looks at him, gesturing a bit but it was hard to tell what it wanted.

[idk what I'm doing]

- @questgiven.

And he sits there again. Just as he always had. Surrounded by nothing. Nothing as far as the eye could see. Frost crept down the throne and filled the air, a dense fog that wasn't scary in the slightest.

No, it was comforting.

It's you again.

The king looks at you.

Hello. What brings you here today?

[questgiven]

"Feel awful.. didn't mean for.. that to happen.."

They spoke in short and clipped words, that's all they'd say for now. They didn't cause the Captains death, but they felt they helped contribute to it.

Player frowns, leaning into the other a tad more. He inhales, then exhales. He just breathes, letting himself gather her thoughts and collect itself.

"Oh, my child, it's been quite some time. I do wish you've been faring well."

— @artic-king

[Go my Boreas /silly also hi mootie]

It gestures a bit to signal it was fine! It's been doing pretty well actually!! Well.. okay maybe that was a bit of a lie after the firebrand incident.. he felt kinda awful for that.

It's one of those days where they didn't want to be too verbal but would if she needed to!