- Job Details:
- Job Title: Welcome to Pandaria
Rank: B
Job Location: Islands Region
Solo Word Count: 3500
Group Word Count: 7000
Additional Requirements: N/A
Job Description: Your ship crashed and you mysteriously survive as you were found on a beach on an unknown island. Having come to your aid is a very unusual group of creatures that look oddly like ... Pandas? They care and help nurse you back to health. However, you learn you are trapped on the island as the fogs and storms never cease around the island.
To make matters worse, the Panda village is soon visited by unfriendly 'dog-like' creatures called Mogu that demand their monthly supply. They threaten the village if they do not comply. It falls on you what to do. Will you honor the village to their affairs or step in to stop the unruly bandits.
Enemies:
Strong: Total of 3 B rank enemies with stone-like skin. They are strong and all their melee attacks hurt as bad as B rank spell attacks. They have an enchantment that gives their bodies the same durability as an earth shield. They also have lightning magic to also trike, capable of dealing C rank multi-target damage and one single target-- B rank damage.
Defeat them all and drive them off.
Reward: 30K Jewel, Access to next quest in chain: The Rumble of the Thunder King
~credit to Zabertooth
"Character counts most when duty calls." Well, this was infuriating. It had been ten days since they’d arrived on this island. “Arrived” was too kind of a word. Serilda and Mythal had been taking a ship to a different island they’d visited before, hoping for a couple days away to actually enjoy the place since they hadn’t gotten the chance to last time -- mostly because Mythal had been heavily struggling with his feelings toward her at the time, and had been pushing her away because of it. This trip had been to make up for that, to give the two of them a chance to really relax and enjoy themselves. Unfortunately, it seemed their lives were full of one incident after another. The ship had gotten caught in a mysterious fog that had reduced visibility for the captain and crew. Serilda could still sense things around them with her magic, but her own senses were dampened and by the time she was able to sense the quickly approaching island it was far too late for the ship to turn around. They’d crashed into its shores hard, the vessel instantly splintering into large pieces. It was a miracle no one died. Some of them probably would have if it hadn’t been for two very important things. First was that Serilda and Mythal, along with the help of one or two more able bodied passengers, had managed to locate the others and get them out of the water and onto shore. The second reason was that not long after the crash, they were discovered by some of the island’s locals: a village of humanoid pandas that quickly broke into action and got everyone back to their village. The were very kind people that used their own resources to nurse everyone back to health, tending to the wounded and sharing their food and water with them. The next several days were spent recovering and trying to figure out a way off this gods forsaken island. The fog never lifted, and when asked the villagers informed them that the fog had always been there. It never went away. Day and night, it permeated the air. The worst part about it was that it dulled access to magic. It didn’t cut them off from their abilities completely, but certain skills weren’t as efficient as they usually were. It was agitating to say the least, especially since Mythal couldn’t seem to conjure one of his darkness portals to just get everyone out quickly. The two of them had even attempted flying up and around the island to get an idea of what they were working with, but the fog just never seemed to end. At least the wolves seemed to be enjoying themselves. Xiuhcoatl was fascinated with the natives from the island and spent as much time as possible sniffing around and making herself at home. She could sense the tension, of course, and Serilda’s empathic bond with her kept the Voidwalker informed of every time the wolf sensed or smelled anything that she wasn’t sure about, but for the most part Xiuh was just happy to be with Gren and her two favorite humans. Serilda sighed where she sat in the sand somewhere near the center of the village. There were several others lounging about nearby, both refugees and natives. She had just finished eating. Xiuh was gnawing happily on a bone and trying to start a tug of war match with Gren over it. Despite the dirt and blood that stained her once fine clothes, she looked as regal as ever. She had a fair complexion with pure white hair that was pulled back into a severe bun. The woman carried herself with an air of confidence that some people might initially take for being cold, but her actions the last few days and the way she interacted with everyone showed that she was actually quite kind and sociable. Thanks to the crew, who typically prefer to know the types of passengers they had on their ships, at this point everyone also knew that she was nobility; the heiress of the Sinclair dutchy in Clover Town. It had taken a while to convince some people that they didn’t have to keep referring to her as “Lady Serilda” all the time. She really wasn’t much for formalities and titles outside of certain circumstances, but some people were just more comfortable playing it safe with nobles. Serilda couldn’t blame them. Most people born to privilege liked to flaunt it and didn’t take kindly to anything they interpreted as disrespect. Idly running her fingers through Xiuh’s fur, she looked toward Mythal. Though the comment was directed toward him, it was loud enough for the others sitting with them to hear and reply to as well. “I think we need to try and investigate the source of the fog. It’s the only thing keeping us here, and clearly it’s not natural. There must be a way to cancel it somehow…” Words: 829/2500 |