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- Job Title: Visit The Village
Rank: C-Rank
Job Location: River Village
Solo Word Count: 1500 Words
Group Word Count: 1500 per additional person beyond 1
Additional Requirements: C-Rank or equivalent, up to 6 mages max.
Job Description: Your character and and maybe some friends have heard that a group of dark mages plan to kill the major visiting the village. You have been given the mission to travel there and see if you can do anything about it. If you arrive too late to protect him, just try to calm down civilians, clear out wizards, or do whatever you think is fitting.
Enemies: Can be detailed more in the mission according to player wishes!
Reward: 10K Jewels and the notice of the Rune Knights
I've been out there and seen the things she's made
River Village. It was only a month or so ago that Mythal had first come here, with the intention of it being a start off point to his journey to Magnolia. Now he had returned; a full-fledged member of Fairy Tail and on the job. As he strode into the town, the sun already leaning over the edge of the horizon, he couldn’t help seeing the ghost of his former self walking by him, looking as worn and deadened as ever. And though the God Slayer’s mood hadn’t changed much, but his appearance certainly had. Hell, his entire life seemed to have flipped a one eighty on him. He had nothing to his name beyond Curse and a few painful memories when he had come here, hoisting a delivery for a ship captain. He had taken the job for the sole purpose of getting jewel and using the boat ride here as a means to get two days ahead on his journey.
But now he had a home; one gifted to him through one of his jobs but still a place he could call his own. He had… allies that he had journeyed with, embarked on jobs with and fought beside for the sake of jewel and protecting others. He’d played the part of rescuer far more times than he ever had hoped to and had earned respect for it. It was an odd sensation; like he was almost halfway respectable. Somewhere in the great big afterlife, his adoptive father was probably snickering; this was exactly the kind of man he wanted his adoptive son to become. "Laugh it up, old man,” he mumbled to the spirit realm, knowing full well he’d receive no answer back.
Apparently a group of dark mages was planning on trying to kill a Rune Knight major that was visiting the small water-logged settlement. It was out of the way and didn’t have much in terms of defensive standpoints so they must have thought it was the perfect place. Someone had caught wind of it and sent word to the Magic Council in hopes of stopping said plot. But unfortunately the Rune Knights were only a shadow of their former glorious selves and couldn’t spare the numbers to properly protect the man. So a job posting was handed out to the guilds across Fiore, in hopes of summoning forth a proper means of defense.
Normally, this kind of job would be beyond Mythal. It wasn’t so much that he felt he was better than the job itself but it was more that it almost completely relied on him interacting and staying close to the major – a human. Though he had certainly gotten better socially lately, he still wasn’t the biggest fan of spending copious amounts of time around any person that he hadn’t worked with at least twice. But his father had been a former Rune Knight and, upon reading the name of the major, Mythal felt compelled to take the job without complaint.
Major Branwen was one of Gren Ragnos’ oldest allies and friends. If Mythal were one to give people familiar titles, he may have even considered the man an uncle. He had been around a lot when Mythal was growing up, though he had stopped coming around after he had grown into his teenage years. After everything that had happened when he was sixteen, the God Slayer had never felt compelled to reach out and connect with him. He wasn’t sure what the Rune Knights had heard, if anything, in terms of Gren’s death. Why he was deciding to come around and talk to him after nearly twenty years? Even he didn’t really know.
The two Rune Knights guarding the door stopped him immediately, holding out their hands and requesting he provide proof of his guild. Rolling his eyes, Mythal opened up his shirt and showed them the mark on his bicep and even went as far as to show them the job post that had been put up in Fairy Tail. They spent an awfully long time looking over each part, addressing it with the skepticism that, rightfully, they should have. But that didn’t stop it from being a pain in Mythal’s butt. Only after a thorough examination that would have made physical doctors blush did they finally agree and permit him, waving him inside.
Branwen looked much older now but then again, twenty years was a long time. He had wrinkles set into his skin along his brow and outside his lips, worry and smiling lines from years of different emotions. He still had a square, powerful jaw that looked like it could break bricks just by itself. His hair was graying in the front and along the sides above his ears but otherwise was a thick, deep black hue. A crescent mustache donned his upper lip and curved down over his mouth, nearly hiding it from plain view when he frowned. His left eye was covered with a black eye patch; a reminder to the eye he had lost during some mission or other.
He was sitting on the couch across from the fireplace, a book in one hand and a drink in the other. As Mythal entered the room, he turned his gaze up and met the man’s gaze evenly. “When I was told who had accepted the job, you can imagine how surprised I was. Though we never found your body, everyone suspected you had perished in the fire that burned Gren’s home to the ground,” he spoke slowly and carefully, closing the book with a clap and putting it to the side. “But I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, should I? You were a survivor – right from the beginning.” He spoke in a smooth, rumbling bass that commanded respect without demanding it.
“It’s good to see you.”
But now he had a home; one gifted to him through one of his jobs but still a place he could call his own. He had… allies that he had journeyed with, embarked on jobs with and fought beside for the sake of jewel and protecting others. He’d played the part of rescuer far more times than he ever had hoped to and had earned respect for it. It was an odd sensation; like he was almost halfway respectable. Somewhere in the great big afterlife, his adoptive father was probably snickering; this was exactly the kind of man he wanted his adoptive son to become. "Laugh it up, old man,” he mumbled to the spirit realm, knowing full well he’d receive no answer back.
Apparently a group of dark mages was planning on trying to kill a Rune Knight major that was visiting the small water-logged settlement. It was out of the way and didn’t have much in terms of defensive standpoints so they must have thought it was the perfect place. Someone had caught wind of it and sent word to the Magic Council in hopes of stopping said plot. But unfortunately the Rune Knights were only a shadow of their former glorious selves and couldn’t spare the numbers to properly protect the man. So a job posting was handed out to the guilds across Fiore, in hopes of summoning forth a proper means of defense.
Normally, this kind of job would be beyond Mythal. It wasn’t so much that he felt he was better than the job itself but it was more that it almost completely relied on him interacting and staying close to the major – a human. Though he had certainly gotten better socially lately, he still wasn’t the biggest fan of spending copious amounts of time around any person that he hadn’t worked with at least twice. But his father had been a former Rune Knight and, upon reading the name of the major, Mythal felt compelled to take the job without complaint.
Major Branwen was one of Gren Ragnos’ oldest allies and friends. If Mythal were one to give people familiar titles, he may have even considered the man an uncle. He had been around a lot when Mythal was growing up, though he had stopped coming around after he had grown into his teenage years. After everything that had happened when he was sixteen, the God Slayer had never felt compelled to reach out and connect with him. He wasn’t sure what the Rune Knights had heard, if anything, in terms of Gren’s death. Why he was deciding to come around and talk to him after nearly twenty years? Even he didn’t really know.
The two Rune Knights guarding the door stopped him immediately, holding out their hands and requesting he provide proof of his guild. Rolling his eyes, Mythal opened up his shirt and showed them the mark on his bicep and even went as far as to show them the job post that had been put up in Fairy Tail. They spent an awfully long time looking over each part, addressing it with the skepticism that, rightfully, they should have. But that didn’t stop it from being a pain in Mythal’s butt. Only after a thorough examination that would have made physical doctors blush did they finally agree and permit him, waving him inside.
Branwen looked much older now but then again, twenty years was a long time. He had wrinkles set into his skin along his brow and outside his lips, worry and smiling lines from years of different emotions. He still had a square, powerful jaw that looked like it could break bricks just by itself. His hair was graying in the front and along the sides above his ears but otherwise was a thick, deep black hue. A crescent mustache donned his upper lip and curved down over his mouth, nearly hiding it from plain view when he frowned. His left eye was covered with a black eye patch; a reminder to the eye he had lost during some mission or other.
He was sitting on the couch across from the fireplace, a book in one hand and a drink in the other. As Mythal entered the room, he turned his gaze up and met the man’s gaze evenly. “When I was told who had accepted the job, you can imagine how surprised I was. Though we never found your body, everyone suspected you had perished in the fire that burned Gren’s home to the ground,” he spoke slowly and carefully, closing the book with a clap and putting it to the side. “But I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, should I? You were a survivor – right from the beginning.” He spoke in a smooth, rumbling bass that commanded respect without demanding it.
“It’s good to see you.”
| River Village | Fairy Tail |
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Let me tell you, they are fear.
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