Quest Moonlit ~ Of Wishes and Fairies

[AiDEE-c0]

"Once upon a midwinter's night..."

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(Important! Before participating in Moonlit, please read here! - Fantasy - Moonlit ~ Comprehensive Interest Check and Rule System)



An adventurer stands alone in the FORGOTTEN WOOD. He is surrounded on all sides by the dark thickets, wild blades of grass and an ever-encroaching mist. Most would call this adventurer foolish, or perhaps even suicidal for entering this cursed forest, but not us. Oh no, we shall be calling him...

ROLAND.

Roland Pendragon, a jack-of-all-trades adventurer with a penchant for the TEMPORAL ARTS. He's come to this wood in search of a CERTAIN ARTEFACT and, lo and behold, he has found it some time ago. This artefact, the nature of which we do not yet comprehend, is highly important for the completion of an ESPECIALLY DUBIOUS RITUAL he has sworn to undertake. More specifically, he has sworn to do so together with his currently absent FRIENDS.

You're beginning to feel a certain CONNECTION with Roland, enough that you decide to...

⇓ Return to campsite. ⇓



Indeed. As fate would have it, you were standing a mere few feet away from your CAMP.

It's a humble sight, though you know better than to be deceived by outside appearances. Inside of your tent, there's a large amount of IMPORTANT ITEMS and LESS IMPORTANT KNICK-KNACKS all lying in wait, and you have a good reason for rummaging through them. With the ARTEFACT secured safely inside of your satchel, you're almost ready to perfom the FIRST RITE, one of NINE INCANTATIONS required in order to SUMMON A FAIRY. Revealing your reasons for doing so is something you'll have to save for a later date, because now is the time to ACT.

⇓ Enter tent. ⇓



Well, this isn't very informative.

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Much better. Even the foulest darkness is nothing that a little spark magic can't fix.

You find yourself inside of your FRESHLY ILLUMINATED TENT, standing among your scattered BELONGINGS. ALCHEMICAL SUPPLIES litter the top of a large CHEST, because you're not exactly a master at TRUE MAGIC yet. Speaking of magic, next to your chest looms a sack of INCOMPREHENSIBLE KNICK-KNACKS, which you've managed to conjure via CHRONOMANCY, as well as a tome concerning FAE-RELATED RITUALS. There is also an oversized COMMUNICATION SHELL, which you can use to converse with your FRIENDS. Aside from that, you also own a FISHING ROD to catch your dinner with, a GLASS OF BUTTERFLIES and a BED ROLL to sleep in.

What are you going to do?​

 

[Thanny]

[[Yo! New here, but I read the interest check. First things first. Let's get some food before doing anything special like summoning the fairy.]]

>USE FISHING ROD IN NEAREST STREAM OR LARGER BODY OF WATER

 

[Kindred]

I second fishing! But also
> CHECK BUTTERFLIES ARE HAVING A GOOD DAY

 

[lost city]

> read the tome to keep an eye out for the ingredients

 

[AiDEE-c0]

⇓ Use fishing rod in nearest stream or larger body of water. ⇓



Right, of course! How could you forget?!

You should never attempt magic on an empty stomach. This isn't because you might not give it your all or something, but because a mage low on energy is constantly at risk of DEFAULTIVE AUTO-ANNIHILATION. When not relying on reagents, after all, it's the body's very own energy reserves that have to be sacrificed. That is the essence of True Magic.

As for our aforementioned disease, let's just say it's a teensy bit uglier than MILD STOMACH CRAMPS.

⇓ There is only one solution to this conundrum... ⇓



Aah... You're already imagining it, a nice and relaxing fishing trip deep into the Forgotten Wood. What better way to prepare for the arduous task of DEFILING REALITY? Tearing open a rift into the FEY-WILD is serious business, serious enough to be FORBIDDEN by all respected ARCH-ORDERS under penalty of DEATH. It also needs to be done within a very specific timeframe, which won't arrive for another FOURTY-EIGHT hours.

Because of this, you figure it's fine to sacrifice a few hours getting into the right frame of mind and filling your stomach. A worthwhile exchange. Recalling a crystalline stream you passed on your way to camp, you grab your rod and haul it over your shoulder.

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All set, you're ready to embark.

You wonder if there's anything you'd like to do before leaving the comfort of this tent. You won't be returning to it for a while.​

 

[Thepotatogod]

>Take a weapon with you. You'll never know what dangers lurk in the forest.

 

[asphodelus]

> seconding taking a weapon!

 

[Thanny]

> But wait, the butterflies! Are they doing well and enjoying their butterfly-ness? Weapons are cool too, though.

 

[AiDEE-c0]

⇓ Take a weapon with you. You'll never know what dangers lurk in the forest. ⇓



Hrm? You're an adventurer, silly. Of course you always keep a weapon on you.

This hilt, which—conveniently for the author—you always carry on the dark side of your belt, MAY seem rather impractical in terms of SLAYING MONSTERS...

⇓ But! ⇓



It's actually rather efficient in the matter!

PAERDINYAD is no mere hilt. The age of this mythical weapon surpasses even the origin of written language, for it has accompanied humanity's heroes since the dawn of time. Depending on the crystal lodged into its pommel, it can become a blade of a MYRIAD FORMS, but flame satisfies your current needs.

As long as you hold this blade, your wishes will come true. That was the promise entrusted to you together with it. To some extent, this promise is more of a responsibility, but you don't tend to think of it that way.

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At the end of the day, you've never even considered failure a possibility.

Now that you're standing on this side of the tent again, you can't help but wonder...

⇓ How're the butterflies doing? ⇓



Hehehe, look at them in their masterfully rendered beauty. They're both faring well, as well as a REAL butterfly would in a bright and happy meadow. These guys are just arcane fabrications, though.

. . .

Wait a moment! Where's Dasya?!

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Oh my, what a cute little prankster she is.

She's right there on your fishing pole! She must've sneaked up on you while you were observing the others, like always. Dasya is a bit special among her peers, because she's a fully-fledged FAMILIAR. Being as unpredictable as arcane magic itself, she has the uncanny ability to phase through matter when it suits her, making her containment a logical impossibility.

You're happy she's shown up though, so you decide to take her along for the ride.

⇓ Now, shall we depart? ⇓



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What pale and spiky grass...

Looks like you've finally reached the DEATHWEALD, an especially nasty and separate region of the Forgotten Wood. The absence of common predators allows creatures like fish to flourish there, which is why you chose it as your go-to fishing spot.

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If only the ghastly stench of rot were less pronounced, maybe more visitors would come. That and all the deadly abberations lurking behind every corner, probably.

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Hey, is that a SINNER'S FRUIT? You've read a lot about those, but never seen one!

Apparently, they taste like any ordinary apple. They're crunchy and tart, but that's not what gives them their unflattering name. No, their distinctive monicker comes from the effects of their POISON, which causes DESPAIR and CRUSHING REGRET in anyone who eats them. The Church reportedly uses them to collect confessions, and...

⇓ Hey, nerd! There's no time for that!! Look!!! ⇓

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You look up to see an AMBER CRAWLER in the branches of the Sinner's Tree.

Wait...

⇓ Oh gods! It's coming after Dasya!! ⇓



QUICKLY! DO SOMETHING!!!​

 

[Thanny]

> Save DASYA by using MYRIAD FORMS to transform PAERDINYAD into BUG ZAPPER to swing and SLAY AMBER CRAWLER.

Bug zappers are easier to remember than swords, so my choice is legit. *sage nod*.

 

[Thepotatogod]

>Grab the Sinner's Fruit, and yeet it at the Amber Crawler and save the butterfly

 

[asphodelus]

> Panic. Dasya can phase through objects, right? And that bug is a solid object! And thus phase-able through. But... Oh no. She doesn't see it coming, does she? Er, take the fruit! Quick, yeet it at the bug!! Just to make sure it doesn't get our familiar (how dare it try), swipe at it with our sword (no time to switch forms!) and (nearly?) set the tree on fire in our haste.

 

[Thanny]

> Panic. Dasya can phase through objects, right? And that bug is a solid object! And thus phase-able through. But... Oh no. She doesn't see it coming, does she? Er, take the fruit! Quick, yeet it at the bug!! Just to make sure it doesn't get our familiar (how dare it try), swipe at it with our sword (no time to switch forms!) and (nearly?) set the tree on fire in our haste.

I love this do-everything approach. I second this!

 

[AiDEE-c0]

⇓ Panic. Dasya can phase through objects, right? And that bug is a solid object! And thus phase-able through. But... Oh no. She doesn't see it coming, does she? Er, take the fruit! Quick, yeet it at the bug!! Just to make sure it doesn't get your familiar (how dare it try), swipe at it with your sword (no time to switch forms!) and (nearly?) set the tree on fire in your haste— ⇓



Ugh, pause! You're seriously overthinking this! Why can't your thoughts be a little more reasonable in times of crisis?!

Besides! Throw it at the BUG? That's not the point at all!!

⇓ Oh no! ⇓



You're far too late...

Its fate has already been sealed.

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⇓ So long, Amber Crawler. ⇓



Better luck on your next incarnation.

⇓ Eugh. ⇓



You can't believe it. Dasya would never do something so gross!

You'll need to give that rascal a stern talking to about the inherent immorality of destroying ENDEMIC LIFE and endagering the ECOSYSTEM. Besides, what a freakshow that was. You struggle to find a reason for the whole 'tearing through its insides' thing, especially since the butterfly jar at home has never once been shattered.

⇓ You're quite mean, Dasya. ⇓



In fact, some reflecting would be in order, you think.

Spoiler: Unfurl Hidden Record

???: Ba-cha Ga! Wabababa!
???: Lak-shu.​

Oh dear. What were those noises? They almost sounded like language, howled by an overindulgent reveler at midnight. Being the inquisitive scholar of the unknown that you are, you decide to investigate their source. It's your duty as an adventurer, especially if a drunkard truly wound up all the way out here. You'll need to escort them back to safety if that's the case, or maybe you're on the tail of a grand discovery.​

⇓ There, in distance! Who's the brave soul commandeering a boulder? ⇓



You cautiously scamper towards the origin of the foreign cries, uncovering a FOOLHARDY BOBLIN. The grim creature stares you down with its PINPRICK EYES, dressed in a RED CAP and an alarmingly revealing LOINCLOTH. Its skin is parchment-dry and covered in warts, which are commonly employed as reagents in the field of alchemy. Not the riveting mystery you were anticipating, and honestly, you're just hoping it doesn't turn around.

Spoiler: Unfurl Hidden Record

???: Wababa.[/LEFT]​

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Erm... Is it trying to communicate with you? Who knows what unhinged thoughts lurk behind those jittering eyes. It doesn't appear to be armed, though, and it's uncharacteristically placid.


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[Thepotatogod]

>Respond in a similar dialect--specifically, "Wawawababa"