• PM To Join • An Untouched Paradise (Max)

Qit goes to Almund to seek out part of her curse removal

Previously the stronghold of the Pirate Lords, Almund is a thriving township with a dark side. With houses made from the wooden bodies of decommissioned ships, there are many opportunities here, coupled with many dangers. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap!

Moderators: Pegasus, Ent, Aegis


• PM To Join • An Untouched Paradise (Max)

Postby Qit'ria » Mon Dec 11, 2017 12:44 pm

Common Text
Xanthean Text
Kashehino Text

Timestamp: Zi'da 41st

"At the north, a gem raw, in a sea of sapphire, to be claimed."

Qit'ria remembered that phrase, uttered from the Curse Eater's lips. Qit'ria despised riddles, and had very little patience for them. She sat there on a stack of crates, her cloak tight about her, watching the thick fluffy bits of snow fall all around her. It was serene, picturesque, relaxing. She watched as merchants, dock workers, and sailors bustled up and down, getting to work in this early morning. The sun had risen a break ago, and with it, the woman had risen too. She hated having to be in this city, but these raw, painful curse marks on her chest needed to go. So she had to suck it up.

Mulling over this part of the riddle, she knew she was here in Almund because it was the 'at north'. She didn't know any area further north. But a gem raw? What did that mean? There were no mines, no mountains, no ground in which gems could be found. So it must be something... else.

Frustrated, hungry, Qit hopped off the crates, annoyed, stomped into town. She didn't have time to go hunting, not when removing this curse was most important.

"Obviously you need help. You're not good at this darling."

Qit looked down at the ghostly panther, annoyed at how right she was. She spoke to it, despite the fact that no one else could see or hear it, in her native tongue, "I don't know anyone here. We're alone in this."

The feline mozied up to a stall where an old woman was cooking fried fish. Kashehino sniffed at the fish, "I miss eating." Qit took in the scent of the fish, and her stomach grumbled loudly. Ever since she'd been on the chase for this curse removal, she'd barely eaten. She walked up to the stall, was greeted by the woman. Qit'ria was handed a paper cone of spicy, breaded, dripping of oil fish, and she gave coins in turn.

Plucking a piece of the golden fish, Qit took a large bite. The juices streamed down her chin, and she groaned at the heaven in her mouth. It was so good. Flaky, juicy, spicy, crunchy. Her panther sniffed at it, "Mmm... wonderful. We should visit Faith after we finish here. She cooks really well." Qit nodded, not realizing that the ghost panther hadn't ever actually met Faith.

Aloud, walking through the snowy streets, "Gem raw... in sea of sapphire..." She muttered it over and over, paying no mind to the passersby. Kashehino had fun darting between people, bounding around their legs playfully. Occasionally she miscalculated and dove through someone. But it mattered not, it seemed she was a ghost or spirit of some type, and no one even felt a thing. Qit chuckled a bit at the playful creature.
User avatar
Qit'ria
Approved Character
 
Posts: 319
Joined: Sun Sep 17, 2017 9:58 pm
Race: Sev'ryn
Profession: Huntsman
Fame: +38
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Personal Journal
Templates
Medals: 8
Helper (1) Peer Reviewer (1) Mentor (1) Supporter (1)
Review Master (1) Pioneer (1) Enemy of My Enemy (1) Lol Worthy (1)

An Untouched Paradise (Max)

Postby Max » Mon Dec 18, 2017 11:59 pm

The season had only just begun, and yet recent events had already left the girl restless. It had gotten to a point where neither the comfort of her own bed or the familiar antics of the Buckle and Chain Tavern could soothe her. The simple antidote to trials like these, she believed, was whiskey. This trial wasn't one she felt like wasting...well...by being wasted. Instead she took to the streets. Perhaps, like an oyster, Almund had some hidden treasures waiting to be discovered.

With compass in hand, the foreigner moseyed along. If she was smart she would've traveled with paper and quill to draw herself a crude map as she went. Instead she was going to have to rely on pure memory as much as any street urchin did. Her trials as an orphan came rushing back at the very notion. Despite her circumstances, she still wasn't nostalgic for them. She must've wandered about the town for at least a full break when her steps slowed and brow furrowed. Through the crowd she took a double-take, but still found her eyes had not deceived her.

Strolling carelessly through the snowy walk and munching on what looked like fried fish, Qit'ria was unmistakable. Maxine had half a mind to believe the woman was in a crazed trance by the way she muttered to herself, and how her eyes seemed to occasionally follow something unseen through the feet of the crowd. Maxine had only recently been acquainted with the wild woman. The time spent at O'Rouke's had been...memorable to say the least. By all definitions the Rusalka still considered Qit'ria a stranger. After all, they'd only shared a drink among other new faces. She should've kept walking. In hindsight, Max would happily blame her decision to pause on boredom or curiosity rather than any sort of kindness.

"What's that you keep going on about?" Maxine inquired as she approached Qit, a single brow raised. ""Gem raw in a sea of sapphire?'" She slipped her compass into a pocket and crossed her arms about her body in an attempt to ward away the cold. "Are you playing some sort of game or genuinely looking for something?" A person with etiquette might've tagged on a polite "if you don't mind my asking" to the end of her banter. Pleasantries, Max found, often only make the journey from A to oh-so-obvious B that much longer. Off-putting as it was, the world would move so much faster if everyone just cut directly to the chase.
User avatar
Max
I am the storm, so wait
 
Posts: 138
Joined: Mon Nov 06, 2017 12:53 am
Location: Almund, Scalvoris
Race: Mixed Race
Fame: -88
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Templates
Medals: 1
Murderer (1)

An Untouched Paradise (Max)

Postby Qit'ria » Wed Feb 14, 2018 9:01 pm

Common Text
Xanthean Text
Kashehino Text

Qit'ria started a bit, a true sign of her sleepless nights and focused attention as a half-familiar voice spoke to her. Looking toward the source, she saw the woman standing there. For a moment Qit'ria didn't recognize her. Then she saw the plump lips, and had her 'oh' moment. It was 'Fat Lips'. She'd shared her rum with Qit'ria at the place with all the pies. And mead. And that one fascinating Avriel. But what was 'Fat Lips' name?

"Mace?" Nailed it. Qit'ria then realized the woman had asked her some questions. As if any of this were her business. But these were desperate times for the huntress. She couldn't keep on like this. She needed to remove the curse. And if that meant relying on acquaintances, so be it. She could just disappear from their lives afterward. Just use them as a means to an end. Besides, she doubted someone with lips that fat could be of any use. How could she even talk with those things? They seemed so impractical.

"Is word maze. I need find 'Gem in sea of sapphire.' No know what mean. No is game?"

She cocked an eyebrow at the woman's suggestion that she was playing a game. She wasn't some sort of child playing hide and hunt or squirrel tag. She ate the last of her fish, before her tired eyes looked out over the ocean. "I know it high on island." Qit'ria pointed to the north to indicate that's what she meant, not knowing the common word for directions. "No know word maze good. Is hard. Is for book lickers."

"You say Common good. Give help me? I can pay. All city mucker want pay, yes?"?"

Qit'ria always had more money than she knew what to do with, because she simply had very little need for it. But she knew that money was evil, necessary in cities, but pure evil. So people who loved it must also be such evil. And only city dwellers seemed to love it. People like her, in the forests and wilderness areas had no such love for shiny rocks that all look the same. Gold didn't even make good weapons, as soft as it is. Pointless.
User avatar
Qit'ria
Approved Character
 
Posts: 319
Joined: Sun Sep 17, 2017 9:58 pm
Race: Sev'ryn
Profession: Huntsman
Fame: +38
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Plot Notes
Personal Journal
Templates
Medals: 8
Helper (1) Peer Reviewer (1) Mentor (1) Supporter (1)
Review Master (1) Pioneer (1) Enemy of My Enemy (1) Lol Worthy (1)

An Untouched Paradise (Max)

Postby Max » Fri Feb 16, 2018 11:40 pm

The thoughtful traveler seemed to just about jump when the Rusalka made her presence known. Maxine could hardly blame her. Qit'ria had appeared so consumed by whatever it was she was doing, it was no wonder she failed to notice another's direct approach. The Mixed Blood took a half step back if only to raise her palms briefly to provide assurance she meant no immediate harm despite her invasive questions. For a couple trills she wasn't even certain the strange girl had recognized her. That was, of course, until the butchery of her name suggested otherwise.

Mace? Whatever. Close enough.

Maxine's brow furrowed with blatant confusion when her once drinking acquaintance started to explain her ramblings. She'd never heard of a word maze. Perhaps it was some strange game people from wherever Qit'ria was from played. Of course that deduction might've made sense had the other woman explicitly stated that she was playing no game at all. She crossed her arms and followed the pointing finger north toward the chilly sea beyond the docks of Almund.

Gem in sea of sapphire. A word maze, apparently high on an island...that's for...book...lickers.

Maxine was honestly about to shake her head and just leave the odd forest-dweller in the dust when a thought struck her. Her expression relaxed and a pleasant, shocked laugh slipped out of her. "Not a word maze," Max corrected with a grin. "You mean a riddle." Now all the information Qit'ria had tried to convey was finally beginning to make some sense. She was following a riddle to an island to find some literal of metaphorical gem in a likewise sea of sapphire. While she had no idea what the familiar woman was after, the promise of reward wholly rekindled the Rusalka's interest. She'd let Qit'ria call her Mace or city mucker all day long so long as there was adequate coin involved. Max ultimately offered the woman a passive shrug. "I help you talk to people and you give me nel for it? You've got a deal."

If it was that mysterious island to the north Qit'ria was after, it was only sensible that they should set to finding a ship of some sort willing to leave the harbor to search for it. She gestured to the plethora of docked vessels and wandering crew members that almost solely made up the population of the pocket of Almund. "Pick your poison," Max invited the woman to take the lead. "I'll do all the talking you want, but if you lead me into some shit, I'm gonna be pissed." Walking into anything blind wasn't exactly up Max's alley when she was functioning with a clear head. Nonetheless, the possibility of running into a little unanticipated danger wasn't enough to quell the small voice of greed.
User avatar
Max
I am the storm, so wait
 
Posts: 138
Joined: Mon Nov 06, 2017 12:53 am
Location: Almund, Scalvoris
Race: Mixed Race
Fame: -88
Character Sheet
Prophets' Notes
Templates
Medals: 1
Murderer (1)

Return to Almund