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aionlogs2022-08-13 12:58 am
bythelight) wrote in aionlogs2022-08-13 12:58 am
[ ACTIVE / OPEN : GODSBLOOD ]
WHO: Anduin Wrynn & Anyone in Godsblood
WHAT: Local 19 Year Old Boy Realises He May Need A Job
WHERE: Godsblood
WHEN: August, up until the event (17th)
WARNINGS: None at the offset
Being in a coastal city, surrounded by mountains, inevitably makes Anduin think of Stormwind. Only if he was in Stormwind, he wouldn't be in quite the predicament he's in now.
Anduin has no money, one set of clothing and a thin blanket. That, and Wrathion. He's not certain if that's a blessing or a curse, but company is company.
I. HEALING
"Hold still," Anduin says softly.
"How long will this take?"
"Just a moment --"
"And how much will it cost?"
"No charge, as I said."
"I do not need your pity. I can afford to pay! Tell me the cost."
Anduin shifts on the crate he's sat on by the boat moorings, looking up into the expression of the woman whose arm he's healing. A soft, warm glow of light is enveloping the limb as he holds it steady, a gentle buffet of magic rustling Anduin's loose, blond hair. It is, at least, now dry -- but what he wouldn't do for a comb and a hair tie.
"This may burn a little," he warns, and she hisses in response. "You'll need to rest it a few days, so I'd advise against fishing --"
"Payment," she emphasises, and he warily lets go of her arm again as she wiggles her fingers to test it.
"Well," he says finally. "I wouldn't say no to something to eat."
There's a pause before she nods, studying him warily before walking away towards her boat to search for something. Anduin watches her leave, then turns his attention back up to the figure nearby who had been watching.
"Can I help you?"
A start. Perhaps they need healing too? Or just have questions.
II. EATING
Now armed with something to eat, Anduin has moved to a quieter spot along the shoreline. He's watching birds wheel through the sky, boats moving back and forth across the horizon.
An unease grips him, but it feels... formless. Like there's an emptiness inside him he isn't sure what to do with.
Is Azeroth... truly gone?
Genn Greymane. Jaina Proudmore. Veleera, Velen --
So many people. Everyone in Stormwind.
Gone.
Where does that leave him? What does that leave him?
A sovereign, this place calls him, but of what? Anduin Wrynn is no longer anyone of import. He's not sure how to feel about that.
He also has no money, nowhere to sleep. As much as he doesn't want to ask people for payment, he will need a job sooner rather than later. Light, what would he be good at? It feels wrong to ask for money in return for healing. He can use a bow and sword if he needs to, but enough to charge for it? He could hunt at a push... Carrying messages, perhaps? Loading and unloading stock?
He frowns in thought as he picks at the bread he has, then turns as he senses someone nearby. Maybe the easiest thing is to ask --
"Excuse me?" he prompts, pushing up to his feet. His leg twinges and he winces briefly before straightening. "Do you know this place well?"
Better to start gently than to question someone who knows as little as he does.
III. WILDCARD
Pitch me your own starter! I can switch to brackets if you want, prose is just my default.
WHAT: Local 19 Year Old Boy Realises He May Need A Job
WHERE: Godsblood
WHEN: August, up until the event (17th)
WARNINGS: None at the offset
Being in a coastal city, surrounded by mountains, inevitably makes Anduin think of Stormwind. Only if he was in Stormwind, he wouldn't be in quite the predicament he's in now.
Anduin has no money, one set of clothing and a thin blanket. That, and Wrathion. He's not certain if that's a blessing or a curse, but company is company.
I. HEALING
"Hold still," Anduin says softly.
"How long will this take?"
"Just a moment --"
"And how much will it cost?"
"No charge, as I said."
"I do not need your pity. I can afford to pay! Tell me the cost."
Anduin shifts on the crate he's sat on by the boat moorings, looking up into the expression of the woman whose arm he's healing. A soft, warm glow of light is enveloping the limb as he holds it steady, a gentle buffet of magic rustling Anduin's loose, blond hair. It is, at least, now dry -- but what he wouldn't do for a comb and a hair tie.
"This may burn a little," he warns, and she hisses in response. "You'll need to rest it a few days, so I'd advise against fishing --"
"Payment," she emphasises, and he warily lets go of her arm again as she wiggles her fingers to test it.
"Well," he says finally. "I wouldn't say no to something to eat."
There's a pause before she nods, studying him warily before walking away towards her boat to search for something. Anduin watches her leave, then turns his attention back up to the figure nearby who had been watching.
"Can I help you?"
A start. Perhaps they need healing too? Or just have questions.
II. EATING
Now armed with something to eat, Anduin has moved to a quieter spot along the shoreline. He's watching birds wheel through the sky, boats moving back and forth across the horizon.
An unease grips him, but it feels... formless. Like there's an emptiness inside him he isn't sure what to do with.
Is Azeroth... truly gone?
Genn Greymane. Jaina Proudmore. Veleera, Velen --
So many people. Everyone in Stormwind.
Gone.
Where does that leave him? What does that leave him?
A sovereign, this place calls him, but of what? Anduin Wrynn is no longer anyone of import. He's not sure how to feel about that.
He also has no money, nowhere to sleep. As much as he doesn't want to ask people for payment, he will need a job sooner rather than later. Light, what would he be good at? It feels wrong to ask for money in return for healing. He can use a bow and sword if he needs to, but enough to charge for it? He could hunt at a push... Carrying messages, perhaps? Loading and unloading stock?
He frowns in thought as he picks at the bread he has, then turns as he senses someone nearby. Maybe the easiest thing is to ask --
"Excuse me?" he prompts, pushing up to his feet. His leg twinges and he winces briefly before straightening. "Do you know this place well?"
Better to start gently than to question someone who knows as little as he does.
III. WILDCARD
Pitch me your own starter! I can switch to brackets if you want, prose is just my default.
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"No, no I'm a priest -- of the Light."
Very different to a mage, in his opinion. Mages can do all sorts of things that he cannot! Anduin prays to the Light, and it answers him -- allows him to heal wounds, to calm aggression, and sometimes to drive away his enemies.
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A statement, not really a question, though it could possibly be taken as such. He's not familiar with your award winning MMORPG mechanics, Anduin, so this is an uneducated guess.
"We should continue to the portal. As you said, it would be safer to be away from this place."
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"Of course," he says, "better not to test our limits and be found wanting -- although you certainly seem quicker on your feet than I am."
Deceptively so, considering the weight of his armour. Anduin flashes Vader a small smile, taking one glance around to be sure they're still alone.
"Shall we, then?"
Since part 2 is coming, I think we can let this lapse and say they hit Greentruth no problem?
And...away they go!