escordvi | November newbie intro log

Who: Emet-Selch and anyone
Status: Open
Where: Generally around Eltrut since he's new and wouldn't be doing too much exploring just yet
What: Emet-Selch has an exhausting first few days trying to acclimatise to this new land
Warnings: None at the moment

(Will match format)

1. MANTA board - Claws and Companions

Ever since he disembarked from the Royal Fortune, he cannot fail to notice a small, white tag-along.

The bold little creature - one white-furred feline - has been eyeing him for a while. Emet-Selch doesn't know if it's hungry, belligerent, or simply curious, but he had noticed that it was particularly good at catching rats. Assuming it to be someone else's pet, however, he had mostly ignored it. But he can't ignore it now.

It finally boldly marches up to him and twines around his ankles as he pauses by a market stall. He tuts and stoops to pick the cat up. Almost immediately, it wriggles out of his grip and crawls on to his shoulders where it seems quite content to sit indefinitely.

"...I don't have the means to feed an extra stomach, you know."

But he doesn't try to shoo the cat away. Instead, he sighs, and continues on his way. He still has a few other places to visit for supplies - and he also needs to find that buried chest with all his original clothes.

2. Inkwave Tattoo Parlour

First on the agenda has to, of course, be to regain his magical abilities. Emet-Selch's mouth turns down at the corners when he sees the means by which it will happen. Tattoos (and other body markings) are not really something he likes. Mostly because of the pain or bother which accompanies their upkeep. But he heads inside regardless because the thought of living here without his magic is even less desirable.

There are a few options here:
a) You see him waiting his turn for a tattoo, deep in thought over the design he wants for his own.

b) You hear him arguing with the tattoo artist over the location of the mark. ("--And I'm telling you that I don't want it above my crotch!")

c) You see him outside afterwards, unhappily and self-consciously rubbing his backside. Seems like the artist did accept a compromise of a sort...

d) Some other equally amusing scenario???

3. MANTA board - Spellbound Circuitry

"No, no, this is incredibly inefficient. What incompetent fool has been teaching you this?"

Emet-Selch sits at a table, shaking his head firmly at a strange (or perhaps not so strange) design. His raised voice is difficult to miss should one wander by.

"You have the right idea for foci, yes, but you can't expect the user to power their own contraptions all the time. What do you expect those lacking in magic to do, hmm?"

He waves away protest and starts pulling bits and pieces towards him, starting to assemble something that looks almost like a staff - only it's one made of metal with a gem focus.

4. Wildcard

Any other ideas? Feel free to DM me or plot with me.

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[ Thankfully, he doesn't really expect one. Instead, G'raha nods and simply leads them through the winding alleys and streets of the town. It is only perhaps ten or fifteen minutes before they reach the outer edges of the city.

And there, tucked between two trees that form a perfect X in the way that they have grown, is the spot that is on the map. ]

Mayhap you should start digging, oh illustrious Emet-Selch.

[ He gives the spot a dirty look. The earth looks recently disturbed at least. That will make it easier to dig.

Sighing loudly, he extends a hand. A sharp, pointed drill of wind stabs into the ground and swiftly flings aside dirt. As long as G'raha stands behind Emet-Selch none of it will get on him.

Eventually, a small chest is uncovered. The Ascian easily levitates it out of the hole and brings it to rest at his feet. Inside are his robes. The set he died in. ]

[ Never fear old man. G'raha is most certainly standing behind the Ascian. There is no way that any of that dirtis going to get on him. Although, there is a point where G'raha migh wonder if the intent had been to make the attempt... ]

I'm not sure what I was expecting...

[ Regarding the garments that Emet-Selch would have with him this time around, of course. ]

[ It truly is a pity that G'raha staya clean. Oh well, there will be other chances for pettiness...

Emet-Selch harrumphs and takes the folded robes out, tucking them under one arm as he stands straight. ]

What? Did you expect esoteric instruments of Ascian sorcery? Don't be ridiculous. I had no physical body until now.

[ So many chances to be petty in the future. But remember that he can be just as petty in return. And probably will. ]

That or, mayhap, Garlean regalia.

Hmm, eager to see the return of Solus zos Galvus, are you? Mayhap you preferred his zeal?

[ He lets a touch of the man's arrogance rise to the fore as he speaks, half-turning to raise an eyebrow at the miqo'te. ]

If you prefer him to the Ascian, Emet-Selch, I can always oblige.

Believe me when I say I have no desire to see that particular face.

[ For various reasons. But truthfully, he hadn't been sure what to expect. What would this world consider to be Emet-Selch's? ]

At least you have your belongings now.

Hmph.

[ Truth be told, he may just end up buying new clothes when he can afford to. But even his robes are better than his salt-crusted rags.

He tucks the clothing under one arm then snaps his fingers. The dirt sweeps itself back into the hole. The empty chest remains in place. ]

...I suppose I should thank you for playing navigator.

Mayhap if we were on friendlier terms or I were more spiteful, yes. However, it isn't an expectation in this case.

[ A casual shrug. ]

Truly, I did wish to help. Nothing more.

[ G'raha gets a lingering, suspicious look before Emet-Selch turns away with a lazy wave over the shoulder. ]

If you say so.

[ All things considered, that encounter could have been worse. G'raha makes no move to follow. More like, the is no real reason for him to.

Instead he merely shrugs, content to part ways here. They'll be running into one another in the future. ]

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