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Post by Radek Wilkes on May 23, 2018 20:43:58 GMT
Task one
You are to venture out into our own and other cities and secure some barrels of wine and wheels of cheese. You must write about how you negotiated the trades with each city, what you have learnt about the wine and as everyone knows the wine must not travel through Moongates as it spoils the taste.
(You must interact with at least one other guild during this task, the other trades can be RP'd through NPCs.) A report with pictures must be provided.
Task two
Marksmen are very fond of their wine, they cannot help share this with everyone. With the wine and cheese you have secured you must now show it off to the world. Invite everyone to an open-air tavern night in Stonekeep. Hold wine tasting sessions with descriptions of each wine and the cheese that compliments it best. (Invite other guilds, anything extra you wish to add is entirely up to you.) A write up with pictures must be provided.
Task three
A marksman uniform is extremely high quality as you can imagine. This is because marksmen hand pick their own resources for us. Your gloves must be made of barbed leather. To prove your worth to the marksmen you are to head out and slay a dragon on your own, cut the hides from it's corpse and bring them back to the craftsmen to make your gloves. You may take a Guardsman to support you but they must not help you. A report with pictures must be provided.
Task four
Seek me out when you have completed these tasks, your last task may be your hardest.
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Post by Kayliegh Shaw on Jun 1, 2018 0:00:17 GMT
Task One:Upon hearing that my first task was to go out and slay a Dragon on my own, I had a minor panic attack was completely calm and collected, as any aspiring Marksman should be. I faced the threat head on, and used my wits rather than brawn to conquer the scaly beast. Since the task didn't specifically mention Destard, I was free to slay a Dragon in any place I may find one. I was half considering finding a 'tame' one that some may use as some kind of circus performance and make sure it's not eaten in a week and had gotten frail and tired. Though, that seemed a little bit of bending the rules too far. I decided it best to go out to the wilds and not 'cheat' the system in anyway. I was going to slay a Dragon in the jungles outside of Valor Gate in Ilshenar. A lot more hospitable for running, dodging, and shooting. More light to see, you can actually see what you're aiming for. Plus, I didn't want to be cramped in a dark, dreary cave alone with swarms of Dragons around.  Despite my insistence of going completely Alone, Sergeant Wilkes did stalk around behind me. The sneaky bugger. Admittedly I was kind of happy to see him leaning on the side of the bridge with that cocky smile of his. He knew I'd end up stumbling at least once. Which I did. Though, I blame the tree roots, not the giant Dragon claws and fire breathe. He did not aid in felling the Dragon, nor in keeping myself in good spirits. He only hauled me up when I tumbled tits over tincups, and kept pesky spiders off my bum. Though he did offer advice and some excited coaching. He seemed supremely happy, almost as happy as I was once I finally felled the winged creature. *Signed* Kayliegh Shaw,Rookie Guardman
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Post by Radek Wilkes on Jun 1, 2018 0:11:16 GMT
I can confirm she made the kill on her own.
Sergeant Wilkes
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Post by Kayliegh Shaw on Jun 6, 2018 23:42:50 GMT
Task Two - Trade Mission: Leading: Kayliegh Shaw - Rookie Guard.Attending: Larynda D'Gar - Noble/Ex-Waywatcher.Radek Wilkes - Sergeant.Robert Tripps - Veteran Guard.Kros Vandor - Corsair Veteran Corsair.Sukotsu - Footman.While I had first intended to put a lot more planning into securing the goods needed for the Open Air Tavern night, one evening I stumbled upon a decent number of seemingly bored out of their skulls Guards. What better time then the present to get things done? I had them all line up, and explained the situation. An Impromptu trade mission. We would head to Yew proper, stopping off at a nearby farm to rent a packhorse. We then made our way to the Abbey where I was able to barter for several casks of the Abbey's finest Red wine. Always a staple in and good Guardsman's diet. This is where Veteran Tripps had to make his farewells and see to other duties. The rest of us travelled on. It was my intention to lead a caravan on foot, by taking the King's road to Vesper and Cove. Though, that was met by much resistance by the already knackered group of Guards. Upon review of the wording of the Task, it was determined, unanimously, that only the Wine may not be transported through a Moongate. Another Technicality, but one that I was happy to indulge. It was decided that the Footman, the Corsair, and Lady D'gar would stay behind with the first packhorse, and keep a tight guard on the freshly purchased wine. Sergeant Wilkes an I made our way off to Vesper and Cove alone.
Our Second stop was the Swaggers Inn, in Vesper. There, we ran into a helpful Redguard, by the name of Westaman. He was ale to procure some Vesperian spirits for us, and even for what I would consider a modest sum. It is yet to be told if we were swindled by the the devilish Vesperians, by purchasing watered down horse piss and vile Grog, or true, good spirits at that 'generous' sum. I suppose we will find out once we crack the first bottle. You can never really trust the Vesperians, after all.
Our next stop, of course, was Cove. We stepped into their Tavern the "Green Goblin", in attempt to purchase some of that 'famous' Rulk they love so much over there. We found two very unhelpful Covians sat around a table, saying that naught was in to sell us any. Ah well, we were not to be stopped though. After wandering the Covian countryside a while we stumbled upon none other than the Rulk Industries building. A lucky find, indeed. We quickly made our way inside, seeing if the owner was around for business. Though we found little but an empty desk, but what was that? Did my eyes deceive me? No! Barrels upon Barrels of the brew were stacked along the back wall. Our lucky day indeed. We debated a moment if 'borrowing' said liquor would be an act of war.. or if we could just ransack the place and make it seem like an Orcish raid. We settled on just taking a few casks, and leaving an I.O.U. pinned to the desk. Fair enough, right?I do wonder where the name 'Rulk' comes from. Most likely from the sound you'll be making after giving it a taste. 'Rulk, Rulk!' With threatening to loose your cookies all over your shoes. Hopefully the Guards can stomach it.*Signed* Kayliegh Shaw,
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Post by Kayliegh Shaw on Jul 29, 2018 10:54:21 GMT
A few months late, nothing quite like a report off the top of your head. I have always been one for procrastinating, but this really takes the cake. I'm not really sure how long ago I held the open air market, but, it was a spectacle to be seen, for sure. There was drinks, food and finery from all from the land. Fine Yewish Reds, from the Abbey, some grog and Rum from Swaggers Inn in Vesper, and, even some Rulk 'happily supplied' by the Covians.There seemed to be rather few attendees to our open tavern night. I tried my very best in getting the other attendees to participate in some of the other activities. While, no one seemed keen to dive into the 'insult/boxing' ring. I tried time and time again to get anyone interested in something other than then free drink and food, with no avail. Not that I could blame them, with such fine charcuterie and wines, couldn't blame them.
 It wasn't until Sergeant Wilkes arrive 'fashionably late' that he was able to breathe some life into the party. I wasn't sure what kind of words that he used that I didn't that finally dragged a few contestants into the boxing ring. Probably the fact that he framed it as a boxing ring, rather than an insult ring made all the difference. Lesson learned, play toward the audience. I had intended the ring to be of quick and sharp jabs of the tongue, rather than of the fists, but whatever ends to be more entertaining is the victor. Today it was boxing.By time it was... time for the Markmenship contest, we had quickly learned why there was a distinct lack of both Covians and Vesperians to the open Tavern. War was brewing in the air. While the latter did not show up, the former did. In force. While I was stunned into silence by the sheer numbers of the Covians, Wilkes was kind enough to lead the Archery competition. A major credit to him, I wouldn't be able to half of these trials without his guidance.  *Signed* Kayliegh ShawRookie Guard
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Post by Kayliegh Shaw on Aug 1, 2018 23:16:09 GMT
Fourth Task - Phoenix Feather. Leading: Kayliegh Shaw - Rookie GuardAttending: Imrae - Heiress.Gotrek - Barman/Retired Captain.Radek Wilkes - Sergeant.Clarance Darling - Marksman CorporalBorgio - Corsair CorporalSivan - Rookie WaywatcherFable Black - Rookie MarksmanKiara - Loyal Marksman HoundThis final task turned out to be the easiest one to do, by far. The hardest part was getting two Marksmen together on the same day, at the same time. But I guess today was my lucky day. Both Corporal Darling and Rookie Black were spotted up and around Stonekeep, it was just a matter of getting them both in line together for this little excursion. After a while of sending pigeons and waiting, we assembled all required parties. I quickly took the line, and explained our little mission. We were to go out to the Chaos shrine and return with a Feather from a Phoenix. Still not quite sure what a Phoenix is, or if they're real. Seem like some kind of made up creature like Covian 'Pandas'. I was pretty convinced that this was just some kind of 'snipe hunt' as it were. Some kind of practical joke to set the new Markie on some wild goose chase for the giggles. But, a task is a task. Can't let these ones lie for another ten years. We quickly set off for the Chaos shrine in Ilshenar. Stepping through the gate, we were met with all sorts of Guardian spawn. Stone harpies, Succubi, Daemons. None seemed to be able to put a scratch with the combined might of the Yewish Militia. Let alone the blazing glory of the Marksmen. Well timed and perfectly aimed shots from three skilled archers felled beasts left and right. We weaved through hellfire and brimstone, choking on sulfur all in look for said 'Phoenix.' While we didn't find one yet, we did stumble on one giant, horrible Dragon. The massive thing thundering toward us on the narrow pass. I quickly called the party to halt, and to draw the thing up the narrow stairway. They can be troublesome creatures, Dragons as large as these. But with holding together, strong and firm, and with superior tactical positioning, we were able to brutalize the bloody, bastardly, beast.
We collected gold, gems and shiny scrap metal aplenty, but still no fabled fire fowl. We wandered through the twisting maze of ruins, until suddenly, on the horizon I spotted a shining, magnificent bird. Peacocking and strutting amongst the crumbling shrine. It shone like the dying blaze of a Autumn sunset. Wings fiery and aglow, fluttering magnificently in the air. It was the most elegant, breathtaking and downright beautiful creature I had ever seen. We quickly battered it to death with sword, mace, and well aimed bolts. I did walk away with one brilliant tail feather as a keepsake, though! Perfect for my new hat. No. More. Coif.*Signed* Kayliegh Shaw,
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Post by Radek Wilkes on Aug 2, 2018 9:13:43 GMT
Radek reads the report and scoffs.
"Three skilled archers?! - Some counting lessons needed, Corporal Borgio would be offended too! Git."
Adding the report to the folder of other divisional tasks, Radek stamps the front of the folder with "SUNDAY!" and stashes it away in a box filled with differently colours ankhs and ribbons.
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