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.
Extra:
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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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That's where you and I differ, I'm afraid; I have no experience with hand to hand combat. I'm not exactly used to fighting off horseback either...
[Sigurd sheathes his sword while he talks, shaking his head just a bit.]
I was attempting to trap them. The villagers need their eggs, but...geez, nobody said anything about how vicious these creatures are!
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[it's not like she forgot about the eggs.
(she forgot about the eggs)
but! not all the creatures are dead. that one there, for instance— she strides over to a chicken feebly twitching on the ground and picks it up by one of its weird misshapen legs, holding it out at arm's length with slight frown of disgust.]
Is there some sort of... cage to hold them in, then? These vile things shouldn't be freely roaming about.
[the chicken shrieks (Mòrag has never seen a proper chicken in her life, but she has a feeling they're not supposed to shriek) and flails, stretching its neck out and snapping its beak.]
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[Then again, he's not exactly sure anyone expected the chickens to be...quite like this, really, jesus christ.]
If I remember right, one typically keeps these things in a 'hen house'...maybe we could see if there is an unoccupied building, and use it for those purposes. We'll have to make a good trap for them.
[he is way too much of a noble for this shit, good lord]