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[[Open]] MANTA Promots and Catch-All
Who: Dongfang Qingcang and you!
Status: Open
Where: All Over!
What: MANTA Quests and Crew-Related
Warnings: None at current; will update as needed
A Strange Shopping List
Having been convinced by Rem that a ship of their own, set up with the equipment and libraries needed, would be more useful in conducting the research they were interested in, Daqiang has done his own research into how mortals of the world go about acquiring one. There were the usual mentions of sometimes having ships stolen out from under a captain - particularly if a Corsair was boasting about taking a ship previously owned by a Paladin. But the most common consensus was that if you wanted a ship that would match your needs, you should gather appropriate materials and 'offer' them to the God-Beasts.
What sort of materials? Well, besides the usual wood and cloth and such, it seemed that items and components that would have significance or relevance to the ship the God-Beast was creating for you were just as important. As such, Daqiang had inquired with Rem and then Kimmuriel about what they felt was appropriate and came up with a short, but very odd, list: Magitech Items (still determining what sort), Stainless Steel, Black Jade, and one Dragonfly. And since it was so odd, gathering the materials became an exercise in visiting multiple ports for both information and discussions with merchants.
During the first half of December, Daqiang can be found on Elah, Eltrut, Nogard, and Antam speaking (or arguing) with various merchants over the costs of stainless steel, out in the wildlands of the leviathans chasing down rumored veins of black jade. Maybe you've chosen to help him in acquiring the materials and that's why you're knee deep in mud while Daqiang releases yet another dragonfly you caught because it's 'not good enough'.
Recruiting
If you've been invited to join the Raiders of the Lost Arts or have heard the rumors of them recruiting, and have yet to meet the strongest in the Three Realms, the great devil and Moon Supreme, Dongfang Qingcang, well he's not that hard to track down. His inquiries into procuring a ship have made it easy for anyone unfamiliar with him to get pointed his way by most merchants and port authorities.
On Nogaurd he is easiest to find onboard the Stormbringer as he still has a cabin there. If he's not immediately available, go ahead and hang out with Deathstar, the large, black, warrior cat that Daqiang took on as a 'servant' but whom gets treated more like minor royalty himself. He's very friendly and affectionate and would enjoy a shoulder ride even if he's too big for shoulders in question.
On Elah or Eltrut, he is largely keeping to the merchant quarters and around midday, you're certain to find him enjoying a meal at a private table set up where he can watch the various mortals walk by. He's the perpetually grumpy one dressed like he just walked out of a royal court.
MANTA quests TBA and Linked from Comments
Bite-Sized Blessings (General)
Fey Fighters (General)
Picture of Dorina Grey (General)
Magitech Madness (General)
Coins of the Crescent (Corsairs)
A Steamy Winter's Heist (Corsairs)
Poke 'N Prance (Corsairs)
Untitled Goose Bounty 2 (Bounty)
Wildcard
If the non-quest prompts aren't catching your fancy and the quest prompts aren't what you want either, feel free to put up something else and we'll go!
Status: Open
Where: All Over!
What: MANTA Quests and Crew-Related
Warnings: None at current; will update as needed
Having been convinced by Rem that a ship of their own, set up with the equipment and libraries needed, would be more useful in conducting the research they were interested in, Daqiang has done his own research into how mortals of the world go about acquiring one. There were the usual mentions of sometimes having ships stolen out from under a captain - particularly if a Corsair was boasting about taking a ship previously owned by a Paladin. But the most common consensus was that if you wanted a ship that would match your needs, you should gather appropriate materials and 'offer' them to the God-Beasts.
What sort of materials? Well, besides the usual wood and cloth and such, it seemed that items and components that would have significance or relevance to the ship the God-Beast was creating for you were just as important. As such, Daqiang had inquired with Rem and then Kimmuriel about what they felt was appropriate and came up with a short, but very odd, list: Magitech Items (still determining what sort), Stainless Steel, Black Jade, and one Dragonfly. And since it was so odd, gathering the materials became an exercise in visiting multiple ports for both information and discussions with merchants.
During the first half of December, Daqiang can be found on Elah, Eltrut, Nogard, and Antam speaking (or arguing) with various merchants over the costs of stainless steel, out in the wildlands of the leviathans chasing down rumored veins of black jade. Maybe you've chosen to help him in acquiring the materials and that's why you're knee deep in mud while Daqiang releases yet another dragonfly you caught because it's 'not good enough'.
If you've been invited to join the Raiders of the Lost Arts or have heard the rumors of them recruiting, and have yet to meet the strongest in the Three Realms, the great devil and Moon Supreme, Dongfang Qingcang, well he's not that hard to track down. His inquiries into procuring a ship have made it easy for anyone unfamiliar with him to get pointed his way by most merchants and port authorities.
On Nogaurd he is easiest to find onboard the Stormbringer as he still has a cabin there. If he's not immediately available, go ahead and hang out with Deathstar, the large, black, warrior cat that Daqiang took on as a 'servant' but whom gets treated more like minor royalty himself. He's very friendly and affectionate and would enjoy a shoulder ride even if he's too big for shoulders in question.
On Elah or Eltrut, he is largely keeping to the merchant quarters and around midday, you're certain to find him enjoying a meal at a private table set up where he can watch the various mortals walk by. He's the perpetually grumpy one dressed like he just walked out of a royal court.
Bite-Sized Blessings (General)
Fey Fighters (General)
Picture of Dorina Grey (General)
Magitech Madness (General)
Coins of the Crescent (Corsairs)
A Steamy Winter's Heist (Corsairs)
Poke 'N Prance (Corsairs)
Untitled Goose Bounty 2 (Bounty)
If the non-quest prompts aren't catching your fancy and the quest prompts aren't what you want either, feel free to put up something else and we'll go!
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But that is not to say that she isn't curious to see if what they say about the tea is true. In this world, Jill has had time, plenty of it, and thus she's left with her thoughts about what this tea could do for her relationship with Clive. There haven't been any complaints from him in the last month, but she still finds herself discovering there's so much more to what they have and maybe a little push in the form of this drink would help.
To be perfectly honest, they need that push or else it'll be another five years before they take things another level.
But all this is held close to her chest and she says nothing to anyone aside from a nod of acknowledgement to fellow Corsairs. She's still silent when the overly formal speaking man gives them the ability to sneak aboard and down into the cargo, following his bit of leading as they get there.
"How long do we have?" she whispers back, taking a moment to glance behind her for any surprise guards.
Certainly, they need to use as little of it as possible to get in and get out, but Jill needs to know how many seconds she can spare for some privacy to do something she's planned on.
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"This venerable one can sense the presence of ten mortals walking in a guard pattern near enough this hold to be of concern. Five groups of two each. If they continue at their current pace and pattern..." At this point his face contorted into a frown. It still took him some efforts to do the mental calculations between measures of time. "10 minutes? A little less, perhaps, before we are at risk of one coming to check the doors and walk the hold. We should seek to leave in half that and make our way off the ship before they reach here."
The other corsairs with the group, besides the one watching the door, started to make their way through the hold looking for crates marked as containing the tea.
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Referring to himself as 'this venerable one' was strange enough, but mortals? Does that mean he's not one? He looks human enough. The fact he used some sort of magick to conceal them isn't what she finds odd; so many forms of magick in humans exist. It's his speech pattern, his choice of verbiage, the thing that seemingly marks him as a separate entity from the rest of them.
It leaves Jill with plenty of questions she would like to ask, but now is not the time and there's no way one can just bring up such a topic politely. So into the back of her mind they go as she accepts his claim on how much time they have left, skulking through the darkened ship in search of the bounty.
Coming around a room with boxes stacked one on top of the other, Jill slips in for a look. She can just make out the writing on the side of one of them and the closer she gets, there's just the barest hint of herbs and flowers in the air.
"I believe this is it."
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"Yeah, this is it!" one of the others confirmed, giving Jill a smile in thanks and gesturing for the rest to come help move the boxes so they could get them open and emptied out - it was easier to carry a bag than a box, after all. The other corsairs pulled sacks out to begin the process of transferring their share of the goods.
With the contraband confirmed, Dongfang Qingcang left the lookout and a joined the team. He did a quick count of boxes. There were a surplus of three per person. But there was no way they'd be able to empty them all out in under - four minutes, now - and get them re-stacked. And even his pockets had limits these days.
"No more than two boxes a person," he ordered into the current silence that was broken only by the sound of papery wrappers sliding against each other as they moved from box to bag. "We will not have time for all of it. If you cannot carry that much, then take what you can."
To Jill, who had been the one to find the room, he inclined his head toward the pile, "Hurry and get yours. This venerable one will take from what remains."