Prompt 1:
 he forest looms as ever, colorless but not at all dead. The leaves are full, fluttering in the silence, but there's no scent to them, no color. The effect is eerily hard to navigate, almost like an optical illusion, leaves, branches and trunk blending together with the small path -- which already disappears and reappears at a whim.
But even so...
If you brave the path, it seems as though there is something leading you onwards. A trail of... something, crumbs, maybe, the same shade of colorless as everything else, almost impossible to see. Following those might be a bad idea -- your chances of getting lost, tangled in random underbrush, or wandering aimlessly for hours are pretty high... to say nothing of what you might encounter if you stray too far (hint: even the small, fuzzy things have nasty bites).
Still, it's there, and if you follow them... eventually you will come to a small house. It's decrepit, falling apart and in shambles... do you really want to go inside? Perhaps armed with one of the many convenient tree branches that have probably smacked you thus far?
Prompt 2:
 hould you enter the house, you'll be greeted with a creepy, creepy doorman. Aw, how cute! And in that doll's hand, there's...a message.
On a slip of paper, it reads, simply and plainly:
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Curious! (And yeah, you can destroy the doll. It's just a normal doll. You may even come across said doll already crushed by an intrepid explorer.)
Of course, it's a riddle, and the answer's a warning -- the longer you walk around and about the house, the less you'll remember about yourself, until you forget why you were there and why you should leave, and who you are at all, doomed to wander forever.
Or someone saves you, that's fine too.
Prompt 3:
 roblem: There are no fresh eggs in the Town.
Solution: Catch a feral chicken, and keep it for eggs. That seems simple enough, right? You're totally up for the task... right?
But why do all of the animals look so strange in the forest? Mutated, with teeth, or wings that don't belong, or claws. That's... a chicken, right?
Catching it will allow you to get some eggs, but that beak looks pretty nasty -- it might be harder than it looks. But you're intrepid and clever, right? Why not demonstrate your Chicken Wrangling Skills that won you the championship so many years ago? Or try to serenade the savage beast? Or wuss out and form a coalition with which you draw lots to see who has to do battle with the chicken? There's safety in numbers! But the prize will surely be worth a bit of blood loss and fowl-related trauma.
Do it for the eggs.
Prompt 4:
here's a new quest on the forum today, and it looks awfully easy! It's listed simply as:
Quest XXII.
Talk to someone you've never met about their childhood.
Quest will be completed when you have reached an acceptable level of knowledge.
On the other hand, that's a little vague, isn't it... ? How will you even know when you've completed a quest like that?
Still, it looks easy! Maybe go give it a try. You could respond to the forum post to try to find people, or just go on outside, go harass someone about their past. If you're lucky, you'll drag it out of them with very little hassle and it won't take you a good chunk of the day. If you're unlucky, that's what highly persistent stalking is for! But don't forget, you'll likely have to return the favor.
And your new friend might not be the only one listening.
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Sigurd | Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War
[Sigurd has never really been a smart man, in all of his years of living. Impulse alone seems to have driven him into the house, the note and doll going unnoticed as he barges his way inside--most likely to look for some kind of owner. He's entered villages like such before, so what difference did this make?]
Hello? I would like to speak to--is anyone in here at all? Anyone?!
[First there's the lack of color throughout the forest, and then just...some empty house? Where the hell did he end up in? This couldn't be anywhere near in Jugdral he remembered...
Well, Sigurd is going to keep looking around. Of course, he does have a hand close to the sword at his side--just in case he comes across anything foul.]
III.
[So, eggs. As a knight, Sigurd has absolutely no experience with handling animals at all; that usually fell on the villagers in the area, and then the eggs could be bought at the market. But seeing as Sigurd hasn't had much work to do, he's decided to take the job to capture a chicken. How hard could it be?
...He. May have gravely underestimated just how different these chickens looked compared to the ones at home, because he's confronted with a few of the foul beasts and only one of him. With a sword, granted, but killing these things isn't the objective.]
Now, now...just hold still for a moment, and--
[Sigurd walks forward carefully, but. Well, he may have experience fighting with his fellow soldiers, but the weapon triangle said absolutely nothing about beaks. They're apparently far more powerful than swords--]
Gwaaaah--!! Get off of me!
[--and that sure is the sound of a holy knight promptly getting tackled to the ground by one of them, while the rest just start pecking at their fallen foe. Ow. He could really use some help right about now.]
WILDCARD.
[Wanna do something else? I'm game; just hit me up on plurk at cityescape if you wanna plan something out, or just on the post here! I can roll with anything.]
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Oh wait, it looks like they're attacking a man.
A handsome man from what she can see between the feathers flying.]
Ooh, hold on, I'll help fend them off!
[She swings her axe at the chickens scattering a few of them at the surprise attack. That might be enough to let Sigurd get up, maybe? She's not aiming to kill the chickens or even land a hit because, well. Look at this guy, she has to pretend to be delicate and maidenly once he's back on his feet.]
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[Oh, thank goodness for someone else being here. It seems to distract the chickens enough to get them to cease their attack on him, at least, causing them to scatter and back away. He's able to get up and get his hand on his sword, drawing it as quick as he can. That seems to be enough to get the them to rush off, at least. What a bunch of cowards...
Once that's taken care of, after taking some stock of his injuries--he's definitely bleeding, but that's nothing a healer couldn't take care of if he can find one--he turns to Charlotte with a sigh of relief.]
You have my thanks, miss. I didn't think it'd be hard to capture a few of those ornery things for the sake of the village. Some knight I am, right?
[...He's. He's trying to be jovial enough, really, but god those chickens are gonna get it--]
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A knight, huh? Well, that's certainly several steps above a border guard! Charlotte's eyes practically light up when he says it and she smiles sweetly.]
Oh please, no thanks are needed! Those terrifying beasts would have hurt anyone! I'm so sorry they got you, mister...?
[And then, as if it hadn't occurred to her before now:]
Oh dear! I didn't introduce myself, how rude of me! I'm Charlotte!
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No, truly--I appreciate it. I'm not used to fighting outside of skirmishes with other kingdoms. Your diversion was spectacular.
[Ah, yes, that's right--Sigurd seems to correct his stance when Charlotte introduces herself, sheathing his sword and presenting a hand.]
I am Sigurd; a knight of Grannvale, and heir to the duchy of Chalphy. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Charlotte, though I wish it had been under better circumstances. [Beat.] What has brought you out here, however? Are you undertaking this quest as well?
[He kind of sounds unsure, because he has completely fallen for the innocent maiden act. Lord help Sigurd, he is not exactly the smartest man. And he didn't see just how she managed to scare off the chickens...]
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III I CAN'T NOT TAG SIGURD!!!
Her job is never done.
But that's okay, because it takes a lot more than demonic chickens to wear her down, so it's with all full energy that Maya charges at them, bellowing out some manner of war-cry.
... They do back up a little, but only because girl is loud. ]
OH MY GOSH SOMEONE ELSE WHO RECOGNIZES HIM YAY
He looks to Maya, quickly nodding his head. They probably don't have much time before they get wise and try to attack again, but--]
You're here on this mission too, then?
[He's got his hand close to his sword, just in case one of the chickens gets the idea to attack again. So far so good, but perhaps he can recruit an ally to this cause..!]
HE'S SO VERY IMPORTANT
[ So close enough-- but as the chickens eye them warily, she pulls out a pair of... very pink pistols, extending one out in front of her in a very clear warning.
Not that chickens know what guns are, probably. ]
But you can also call me Maya. I'll back you up!
HE REALLY IS, HE'S SO GOOD...
Yes, it's totally a war against chickens, and it's just as important as a holy war right about now. There are eggs on the line!]
Very well, Maya! Prepare to go on the offensive--aim for the legs!
[Sigurd's at least smart enough to remember the objective, despite his wounded pride. And while he's more used to fighting on horseback, Sigurd's more than prepared with a sword in hand, as he rushes at once of the chickens. Let's see how you like getting immobilized, buddy!
...Assuming his hit chance isn't crap, of course.]
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ii.
But.
There's...a flash of blue hair, someone barging into that house with a figure that somehow strikes a chord in him.
And before he knows what he's doing, Seliph's following, gloved hand on the sword at his side as he steps cautiously into the house.]
Pardon me--
[Hello...? In truth, he still doesn't know why he's following but--he has to try.]
i just gasped omg
What he's greeted with...well, he's not sure if being greeted by someone who looks like he could be Sigurd's brother is what he expected, but he doesn't see it as a reason to raise alarm. Maybe it's just the blue hair...]
Ah, hello. Does this happen to be your house? Or did you perhaps wake up here, as well?
[There isn't any indication of recognition, or anything, just...hmm. This is an experience.]
i gasped too I COULDN'T RESIST
And here, in front of him, stands someone who almost uncannily could fit every single description he's heard, every single portrait he's caught a glimpse of, however brief--not just the hair and eyes, the physical appearance, but his bearing, his stance...
Seliph's eyes drop, automatically, to the sword at Sigurd's side, and his heart feels as though it drops right down to his stomach.
He's staring overly long. He knows he is. He hasn't responded to Sigurd's questions. He doesn't know how, in truth; he's too stunned, too startled by the pieces clicking together in his brain. (It can't be. It can't--)]
I'm...sorry. [Words come, almost mechanically, with an underlying nearly fearful tone. What if he's wrong?
(What if he's right?)]
Might you be...Lord Sigurd of Chalphy?
I'M SO GLAD, HONESTLY, THIS IS WONDERFUL
Peace, please. You have nothing to apologize for.
[It's quickly stated, though, and he doesn't want to cause the boy anymore fear. Though he quirks a bit at the recognition, it puts Sigurd just a bit more at ease--perhaps he is simply someone from one of the kingdoms, then. It at least causes him to straighten up, but his smile becomes just a touch warmer.]
That is me, yes. You're just as lost as I am, then...what is your name, then, if I may?
[He doesn't seem to fret. Man has always been rather trusting, if nothing else.]
♥♥♥
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oh my god it's my favorite sad dad (II)
Deep breaths, Lyria, deep breaths. Time to be brave! She is going to go into the house and-]
Eeek-!!! [Give a very loud shriek as she turned her head and noticed the doll in middle of opening the door, tripping backwards and landing on her behind. Her shriek is so loud that someone inside has got to hear her.]
Too scary!
I'M SO GLAD PEOPLE RECOGNIZE SAD DAD...
What happened?! Did someone try to harm you?
[He's not looking at the doll when he says that, but maybe there's something else here that's doing it. He'll offer her a hand up, if she wants to take it too.]
I LOVE HIM he deserves all the love
T-That doll... [She points to it with her free hand.] It's really, really creepy. Just like this house.
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iii
frankly, it's actually rather impressive that one of these small bird... things... was able to fell a fully-grown man, but now isn't the time to contemplate the hidden depth of power within those deceptively small (and feathery) bodies.
Mòrag doesn't do animal husbandry. she's mostly been kicking the chickens around rather heartlessly, because they started it first ok, treating them no differently than the monsters back home. she's quick to dash over when she witnesses Sigurd fall, reaching for one of her swords before remembering— right, she's unarmed here.
but she has feet! and fists!]
Do not underestimate your foes! Steel yourself, and get up!
[... easier said than done, probably. with a mighty battlecry, she scoops up a chicken that's pecking at Sigurd's face and hurls it. there it goes, out of sight, goodbye.
if he doesn't do anything in a couple seconds, she's gonna be punting the rest of the chickens away like it's nobody's business. eggs? what eggs?? this is war.]
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Holy shit.]
Understood!
[He doesn't let himself stay awestruck for long, though--he rushes onto his feet and pulls out his own sword, quickly going to another chicken and...promptly cutting it down to size.
This mission may very well have been forgotten, but maybe the town will appreciate some fresh chicken? Hopefully?? If Mòrag doesn't toss it while he's occupied.
Either way, once the dust has settled, he'll look over to her with a bit of an impressed expression.]
You have my thanks. I don't believe I have ever seen a fighting style quite like that before!
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wait, no. those things weren't the victims here. jeez. she straightens up and folds her hands behind her back, nodding to Sigurd like they totally didn't just beat up a bunch of demonic birds they were supposed to keep for eggs.]
I must admit I prefer using weapons, but hand-to-hand combat suffices just as well.
[her glance turns to Sigurd's sword for a moment. jealous...... it just reminds her that she's missing her own blades and Blade.]
You certainly seem like a perfectly capable fighter. How did those creatures manage to get the better of you?
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III
Though, speaking of animals, he didn't expect to see someone literally being attacked by ... chickens.
To be fair, Terra had meant to say something -- maybe shout.
But the first thing that came out was a loud snort. Then he just decided to roll with it by stalking closer and summoning his keyblade, before swinging it around nearby the creatures to get them away. Luckily, it worked out just fine. ]
...Are you alright?
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Still, once Sigurd is able to get up off the ground and see who managed to drive off the fiends, the question gets just a bit of laughter from him.]
A bad case of wounded pride, perhaps, but nothing a Vulnerary can't cure. Thank you for driving those hideous things off--I don't know what I would have been able to do if they had gone on for much longer!
[Just...let him get up and dust himself off. He's definitely bleeding just a bit, but he should be fine.]
You're on that quest as well, I take it?
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[ Terra briefly gives the man's physical state a proper look over relatively quickly just in case. Satisfied, he begins to ponder the question -- ironically enough, he hadn't exactly intended on participating in the quest. At least not yet -- he was still getting used to this place and even moreso actually being able to walk around. So, very much not on the forefront of his things to do.
He'll just nod anyway. It isn't the first time he's walked into doing something he hadn't intended to. ]
...Something like that. [ ... ] If we're both doing the same thing, it could be a good idea to work together.
HELLO THERE LORD FROM MY FAVORITE FE EVER also 3
Luckily, there are some stones near Ike's feet. He picks one up, then with a shout of his own--]
HEY! Get off him, damn birds!
[--he chucks the stone at them. It whizzes through the air and nails one of the chickens in the beak, which makes it bounce up in the air and land on the other side of Sigurd. He then draws his sword, though turns it sideways, ready to bean any birds that attack him with the flat of the blade.]
I'M SO GLAD genealogy is just so great, it pleases me so much
It takes a second or two for Sigurd to get up off the ground--it seems to have been enough of a distraction to allow Sigurd to do so, and two of those chickens seem to be going toward the resident stone thrower--well, they would, but Sigurd pulls out his own sword and promptly slices underneath it, causing it to jump up and redirect it's attention.
He'll use the flat side of the blade to block a peck, before quickly turning to Ike with a nod of his head.]
You have my thanks for the assistance!
remake when IS
[Ike grips his sword tight and runs in, drawing more attention. He swings his sword, with the flat of the blade going first. The first few chickens get sent flying into the brush. He's also forced to kick another away, the metal plate on his boot protecting his leg from its beak.]