Job details: https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t37831-repair-the-fountain-of-youth
It had been just over a year since Odhran was last in Seven. Since crossing the border into Fiore, by complete accident, mind, Odhran had somewhat forgotten what his homeland looked like. Of course, by this point, he was a world traveler. He was in Fiore, now he lived in Sin, alongside his guildmate that joined in this quest with him, Faustein.
"Seven certainly is a beautiful country, isn't it?" he asked as they neared a village that made itself around this fountain of youth. His own hometown was nearby, but he unfortunately did not have the time to visit his parents and sister. Instead, he had work to do. He had come to this fountain many times in his past, chatting it up with the slightly celestial in nature guardian. She liked him, he thought. She at least recognized his astounding pedigree as a god of celestial spirits. Odhran passed through the town, some of the people recognizing him despite the year it had been since he last was here. Of course, he chatted with them for a bit, but soon enough he found himself returning to that wellspring of eternal youth. The fountain looked beautiful as always, the serene blue hue of the waterfall behind it painting this area in more of a light than normal. Right where Odhran recognized and remembered a grassy island, instead sat a pillar of obsidian.
"That certainly is a rock," Odhran quipped, stepping through the mushy, sandy soil where the fountain's waters usually flowed. "And if I recall, that isle in the middle housed the source? Never really understood why the fountain worked like that."
"Even though I told you every single time you came around here?" a familiar voice asked.
Odhran lackadaisically turned to see the guardian of the fountain, looking surprisingly cross with him. "Oh. Long time no see, Aoife!"
The guardian clicked her tongue at the native of Seven. "At least you remembered my name."
Odhran smiled a bit. "Of course I do! You were the only person outside of my family and Arnaluuk that would talk to me!"
The guardian raised an eyebrow. "Well, you certainly haven't lost your bluntness. I sense that you've grown more powerful. The King's granted you more keys?"
Odhran gave a thumbs up. "You know it! I know you remember Arnaluuk and Lupa and Scorpio, but I've got a bunch more now."
Aoife rolled her eyes. "Well, hopefully one of them can find a way to open the fountain back up. One of your Spirits, you, or your companion here." She turned to face Faustein. "Might I ask your name?" She waited for his response. "I am Aoife Cyhiraeth, guardian of this spring. I've known Odhran for some time, and word certainly has come around that a certain someone has been making a name for himself." She glared at Odhran at the mention of a "certain someone." "I do hope you're keeping him in line. He certainly can be a difficult one to keep control of." She sighed, walking over towards the boulder in the center of her spring. "Beneath this obsidian is the source. Since Odhran forgot, despite me telling him numerous times, I'll explain a bit. There's a small isle beneath there with a shrine to myself. The shrine's power seeps into the isle beneath, causing the pools of water beneath to flow eternally. Unfortunately, I cannot do anything about this myself. My power is weakened from the shrine's capturing, and no one has figured out how to get through the obsidian shell."
"How did it get there, anyways?" Odhran asked, knocking on the obsidian. Judging by the pain in his hand, it was real obsidian.
"Balor."
Odhran nodded his head in realization. "Figured it had to do with Balor. Jealousy?"
Aoife shrugged. "Who knows? Either way, I have faith that you'll be able to break through this, Odhran. And if not you or your Spirits, perhaps Faustein can."
Odhran gave a thumbs up of approval before turning to his fellow member of Elysium. "Right, so our job is to break this obsidian open, but it is magical obsidian, so it's a bit tougher than you'd think. Got any ideas? I'm sure you could use some of your sciencey stuff and-"
"Please don't suggest blowing it up. It could ruin the shrine."
"Well, there goes my first plan. Anyways, any other plans?"
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STATS & SUMMARY
| HP | 400/400 |
| MP | 400/400 |
| Speed | 40m/s |
| Strength | 40 |
| (Melee Damage) | |
| SP | 1 |
| (Spell Power Multiplier) | |
ITEMS ON HAND
N/AACTIVE SUMMONS
N/ASPIRIT TEXT SUMMARY
| Arnaluuk | #66fff |
| Scorpio : | #cc9900 |
| Noel: | #00ccff |
| Sweetie | #ff33ff |
| Sir Pudley | #cccc66 |
| Atsuai | #E14F76 |
| Amittai | #7425B7 |
| Superbia | #701B61 |
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It had been just over a year since Odhran was last in Seven. Since crossing the border into Fiore, by complete accident, mind, Odhran had somewhat forgotten what his homeland looked like. Of course, by this point, he was a world traveler. He was in Fiore, now he lived in Sin, alongside his guildmate that joined in this quest with him, Faustein.
"Seven certainly is a beautiful country, isn't it?" he asked as they neared a village that made itself around this fountain of youth. His own hometown was nearby, but he unfortunately did not have the time to visit his parents and sister. Instead, he had work to do. He had come to this fountain many times in his past, chatting it up with the slightly celestial in nature guardian. She liked him, he thought. She at least recognized his astounding pedigree as a god of celestial spirits. Odhran passed through the town, some of the people recognizing him despite the year it had been since he last was here. Of course, he chatted with them for a bit, but soon enough he found himself returning to that wellspring of eternal youth. The fountain looked beautiful as always, the serene blue hue of the waterfall behind it painting this area in more of a light than normal. Right where Odhran recognized and remembered a grassy island, instead sat a pillar of obsidian.
"That certainly is a rock," Odhran quipped, stepping through the mushy, sandy soil where the fountain's waters usually flowed. "And if I recall, that isle in the middle housed the source? Never really understood why the fountain worked like that."
"Even though I told you every single time you came around here?" a familiar voice asked.
Odhran lackadaisically turned to see the guardian of the fountain, looking surprisingly cross with him. "Oh. Long time no see, Aoife!"
The guardian clicked her tongue at the native of Seven. "At least you remembered my name."
Odhran smiled a bit. "Of course I do! You were the only person outside of my family and Arnaluuk that would talk to me!"
The guardian raised an eyebrow. "Well, you certainly haven't lost your bluntness. I sense that you've grown more powerful. The King's granted you more keys?"
Odhran gave a thumbs up. "You know it! I know you remember Arnaluuk and Lupa and Scorpio, but I've got a bunch more now."
Aoife rolled her eyes. "Well, hopefully one of them can find a way to open the fountain back up. One of your Spirits, you, or your companion here." She turned to face Faustein. "Might I ask your name?" She waited for his response. "I am Aoife Cyhiraeth, guardian of this spring. I've known Odhran for some time, and word certainly has come around that a certain someone has been making a name for himself." She glared at Odhran at the mention of a "certain someone." "I do hope you're keeping him in line. He certainly can be a difficult one to keep control of." She sighed, walking over towards the boulder in the center of her spring. "Beneath this obsidian is the source. Since Odhran forgot, despite me telling him numerous times, I'll explain a bit. There's a small isle beneath there with a shrine to myself. The shrine's power seeps into the isle beneath, causing the pools of water beneath to flow eternally. Unfortunately, I cannot do anything about this myself. My power is weakened from the shrine's capturing, and no one has figured out how to get through the obsidian shell."
"How did it get there, anyways?" Odhran asked, knocking on the obsidian. Judging by the pain in his hand, it was real obsidian.
"Balor."
Odhran nodded his head in realization. "Figured it had to do with Balor. Jealousy?"
Aoife shrugged. "Who knows? Either way, I have faith that you'll be able to break through this, Odhran. And if not you or your Spirits, perhaps Faustein can."
Odhran gave a thumbs up of approval before turning to his fellow member of Elysium. "Right, so our job is to break this obsidian open, but it is magical obsidian, so it's a bit tougher than you'd think. Got any ideas? I'm sure you could use some of your sciencey stuff and-"
"Please don't suggest blowing it up. It could ruin the shrine."
"Well, there goes my first plan. Anyways, any other plans?"
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