AliceShiki
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"I'm glad you're still alive, but with the farm burned down, the chances of us finding anything that proves your report are... Slim. It would have been much easier if we could have seen the bodies at least...
"I'm afraid I'll have to fail your report, my deepest apologies. I do wish to believe your retelling, but we have no real way of confirming it, so I sadly have my hands tied.
"May the gods help you find real requests in the future."
Quest Failed.
OOC: Remember to tag it as appraised.
*pokess @Leegood*
"Well... This is a very troublesome report, mister Drevart...UNEVALUATED
Drevart entered the receptionist's hall late at night. There was a faint burnt smell from his clothes.
- Title: An Extra set of eyes
- Sponsor: Farmer Joe
- Location: Farm just outside Scribble Town
- Required Level: 1
- Tag List: @Leegood
- Objectives: Investigate and eliminate the cause of missing grain
- Description: Farmer Joe was checking his farm one morning when he noticed that the grain silo had fewer grains than the last time he checked it, he reckons that it might be some large rats or something, who knows, he wants you to investigate for him!
- Rewards:
- EXP: 30
- Money: 10 G
- 1 Kilogram of of Vegetables
"Next time, please be more careful when accepting requests from people who had their children left to die by adventurers..."
He mumbled quietly while giving his report and then adds.
"And do something about those cultists finally. Mr. Joe, who posted the request was a minor cultist of some demonic cult... again..."
OOC: Something like that >.> @Leegood“Hmm… so this is where farmer Joe lives... They said to be careful but…”
Drevart looked at the dilapidated building in front of him. There was a small field behind the house and the house itself looked like it never saw the hands of a proper carpenter repair. The fence was crooked, the roof certainly had leaks and he believed that the wind can freely enter the house even when all the shutters are closed.
“Is it even possible to live here…?”
Drevart was confused, at first, he even thought that he got the wrong building but after asking around and looking at the handmade map it was the right one.
???: “Hey, what are you standing there like a bum?! Who the heck are you even?!”
Suddenly a voice reached out of the building. It was raspy and old.
“I’m an adventurer of Adventurer’s Guild! Here to solve the problem with pests! Are you farmer Joe?!”
Drevart shouted back. He wanted some change of pace and decided to take a relatively safe quest. Who knew that his first thing to do for it would be to shout at the building to let him in.
Joe: “Ah, so it’s you! Come in, the gate ain’t locked!”
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They were sitting across each other. Joe was a skinny old man as you could guess from his voice. His eyes had a couple of blemishes. His eyesight should be really poor, it was a wonder how he even lives here alone but it was no wonder that he needed help with pests, especially if those were Giant Rats. Those can be a real pain if there are several of them.
Joe: “So they sent a young one to help this old man *Sigh… Well, I guess this task isn’t that hard. I already have a spot prepared for the ambush. Would you like to see it?”
Drevart thought for a second and then answered.
“Well, first of all, I’d like to look at the “crime scene”. Just to check up on what pests we are dealing with.”
Joe smacked his almost lips and said.
Joe: “Well I’ll show you the places then. The field I tend to isn’t that big since living alone is hard nowadays especially if you are an old man… hehe…”
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Drevart was looking at the chewed crops and was trying to find any traces of it being tampered with. But everything seemed totally fine. Well, except for the crops being eaten and some trenches in the ground. But something still bugged him a bit. Drevart certainly remembered that Joe can bear a grudge for the adventurers but everything seemed fine… In the end, he decided to just shrug this weird feeling of some unnaturalness off and deal with the pests first.
“So, Mr. Joe, let’s go look at your prepared observation spot.”
Joe: “Sure, young one, let’s go it’s nearby. I’ve sprayed some rat bait there so they will for sure appear in that place and we need only to wait and after that SMACK!”
He made a chopping motion and they arrived at a small dirt mound. Drevart already had ideas on what that spot was and indeed when he checked it was a blanket covered in dirt with a certain fishy smell he remembered all too well.
“Fishmud grass?”
He asked while raising his brow.
Joe: “Heh, you are pretty knowledgeable. Yes, it’s a good smell repellent, my granddad taught me that on a hunt. So what do you think about the spot?”
Drevart looked around. The field looked a bit abandoned and deserted, but there were for sure plenty of crops in this place to bait pests with and with the proper bait…
“Just one question. If you had everything prepared then why ask Adventurer’s Guild for help?”
Joe said while smiling wryly.
Joe: “You see, I’m an old man now and it would be hard to deal with giant rats if there are many of them. You, on the other hand, is young and strong enough to deal with them.”
Taking that as a reasonable explanation Drevart nodded. He had indeed forgotten that humans only grow weaker with age unlike those of his race. If they properly improve their connection to the Aether plane then they’ll basically become some old monsters.
“Ok, then I’ll wait here for the night to arrive.”
Joe: “Are you sure youn’ one? The ground is cold.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Joe, I’m used to lying in wait…”
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After the night fell Drevart was waiting. His breath was almost imperceptible. And his perception is concentrated on the world around him. He was ready to strike any time. This highly concentrated state was pretty taxing on the mind but can provide faster reaction speed and higher spatial awareness during an assassination. At least that was his “technique”.
Finally a couple of hours after the sunset he heard the faint rustling of the crops and soon a huge shadow came in his vision. It was alone and the feeling that something wasn’t right surfaced again. This time even more intense than before. The shadow was the size of a dog.
/Wait, a dog? That’s too large for a giant rat…!/
When Drevart was already going to jump up he felt a strong gust of wind coming from behind and then he felt pain in his head as if a few church's bells rang inside of it simultaneously. And after another surge of pain, everything went black…
……………………………………………………………...
After waking up Drevart found himself bound in a dark room. He was sitting on the ground, hands behind his back bound to the wooden stake. His head hurt like hell. After his vision cleared Drevart could finally see clearly where he was. It was an underground room, something similar to the cellar. There were farming tools here, a table with a lit oil lamp standing on it. In the corner there was a shadow, munching on something. At a closer look, it was… a Giant Rat. But it was the size of a dog and it felt a bit… stiff? When it noticed movement the rat immediately turned around and Drevart immediately understood what was wrong with it…
Its fur was ragged and dirty, fresh blood was trickling down its half-opened mouth… and it’s sewn eyes… It clearly wasn’t alive anymore… and it clearly got buffed up after death… That could be seen from it’s squirming flesh.
And when the rat was already closing in on Drevart, he heard an opening hatch and footsteps coming down via a creaking staircase.
Joe: “Well, well, well… already woken up? That’s good! Young ones are really stronger these days…”
He shakes his head as if resignation.
Joe: “So… now we can finally start with the procedure… and my son… my dear son… will finally appear before me again…”
After that, he dropped a body near Drevart. It was the body of a child. It was partially eaten and rotten but it was still possible to distinguish that he was quite young when he died.
Then Joe took out a small idol from the secret stash under the table. The idol was in the shape of an ugly demon. He was carrying a trail of skulls behind him and each one of those was eerily green… His bloated stomach was hanging down and unproportionally large pig head was munching on a human leg.
/So that’s it? I guess people never change in different worlds./
He had a guess on what was going to happen and decided to try something. After all, if he were to allow this man to perform the ritual he would be doomed, so he has to do something before that… And he will perform to the utmost of his current abilities.
He willed it and suddenly the old man before him felt a gust of wind passing. He turned around a bit frightened but with a certain… zeal in his eyes. After that came dense sulfuric smell and when it settled down he heard a booming voice in his mind.
“I saw ye’ devotion to me! And I’m impressed! Your hand was steady and your heart didn’t waver even for a second… so decide what is it that you wish from me, mortal?!”
Drevart was straining his mind. He had to make every part be synchronized with each other. He needed for every part of the performance to be seamlessly connected to each other for that was his stage… his theatre and the closing scene shall be…
Joe: “O’ Great One! This lowly one never thought you would p[ay attention to this puny figure for I’m just a small rat on the outskirts of your great cult! Please have mercy on this old man and grant me my wish, for I prepared a sacrifice for you! I want to… revive my son… And I shall offer the soul of this hateful adventurer in exchange.”
After a little bit of tense silence for a dramatic pause, the booming voice was heard again.
“Hahaha! Good! I shall grant you your wish! I will take the soul of this puny adventurer and put the soul of your son in his body instead! For I am the One Looking Over the Dead Souls!”
Joe was already kneeling in front of the idol in religious zeal and didn’t pay attention to anything else. When the last bits of echoing voice died away he finally turned around to look at Drevart only to see a ball of glowing light with a faint figure of a child inside. The image resembled the body of a child but without rotten or bitten off parts.
Joe: “Gonry…”
A single tear rolled down the old man’s cheek.
After the glowing ball of light “entered” his body. Drevart faked losing consciousness. After a couple of seconds faking he felt like his body was hugged and he heard soft muttering.
Joe: “Gonry? Gonry is it you? Answer me, please, Gonry…”
After repeated shaking Drevart drowsily opened his eyes and said in a childish voice. He specifically changed his voice so it would sound a bit more childish.
“Uhn… what? Daddy? Wh… where am I? Oh, goddess!”
He faked being horrified when his sight fell on a corpse and a rat nearby. Joe immediately closed his eyes with his hand and said.
Joe: “Don’t worry, my dear. Everything’s fine… everything’s gonna be fine now…”
“Daddy.. my body feels weird…”
Joe: “Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to it… Let’s go away from here. Let’s go far away, so the adventurers will no longer get us… I still remember how they left you there..my dear Gonry…”
After crying for a while Joe took out a kitchen knife and cut the ropes tying Drevart’s hands down. When he got his hands free he immediately grabbed the handle of the knife and using Joe’s own hands he stabbed the stomach of an old man. Joe was genuinely surprised. He thought that everything was going well… but then he saw cold emotionless eyes. Eyes of the murderer.
Joe: “You… deceived… Blergh…”
The old man vomited some blood and fell on the ground. The dead rat screeched and immediately pounced on the fresh prey with warm blood flowing out of the stomach as well as some intestines.
Drevart immediately got up and, not waiting for a rat to change targets, ran to the table and threw the oil lamp at the rat and Joe’s bodies. And then he ran. He ran as fast as he could while hearing shrill screeches from behind.
Summary:
- Got to know farmer Joe
- Got kidnapped by farmer Joe
- Performed a fake sacrificial ceremony as well as a revival for farmer Joe
- Killed farmer Joe
- Burned down his house
"I'm glad you're still alive, but with the farm burned down, the chances of us finding anything that proves your report are... Slim. It would have been much easier if we could have seen the bodies at least...
"I'm afraid I'll have to fail your report, my deepest apologies. I do wish to believe your retelling, but we have no real way of confirming it, so I sadly have my hands tied.
"May the gods help you find real requests in the future."
Quest Failed.
OOC: Remember to tag it as appraised.
*pokess @Leegood*
