Marquis
}}Skill{-285} Exp{1780} Jewels{401}
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Post by Marquis on Jul 28, 2012 2:32:55 GMT -5
Name: Potion of Strength
Rank: C
Posts Required: 3
Objective: Theres said to be a Magical Potion of Strength hidden somewhere in the Lyon Graveyard, in an Ancient Tomb! Go search for this artifact, but by god dont drink it until the experts can examine it!
Reward: 300 Jewels
Exp: 40 Exp
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Marquis
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Post by Marquis on Jul 28, 2012 2:33:20 GMT -5
As the moonlight glinted down upon the blonde-haired man, he smiled as the sweet scent of cool air flowed towards him. Despite the dreadfully dreary and repulsive place one might believe a graveyard it, they are definetely, never able to think as this young man might. As his jacket rustled, his feet moved. Ever so, he kept his pace as he approched the gate. It wasn't in th best condition; but then again, a graveyard was never meant for those in good health. He sighed, turning to the thought of his desceased parents and lost brother. I shouldn't think about that, it's not right to have those thoughts, he thought, brushing them off as he looked around. He decided to push the gate open.
The eriee creak, no pause. Just a lengthy and unnessacary creak of the old gate. Deion was slightly surprised that it hadn't just collasped when he gave it the slight push. But unlike what he thought, it didn't happen. He stuck his head in, looking around. The raised fog granted one such a limited view, but Deion was, somewhat of a local after all. He had been to the graveyard before, and hoped to have his body buried in a place like this. He reached for the gourd quickly, taking a quick sip. After all, he needed something to keep him awake and it was all he had.
He casual walked around, paying heed not to step where one might be buried. He followed a brick path, hoping to find the tomb he was searching for. He had seen it before. It was a rather nice tomb, maybe crafted from marble and decorated with bronze metal objections. Deion thought it was rather cute and as it emerged from behind the dense fog, he was relieved. Now, he had to search it. A hissing noise was plainly heard, and a detatched Deion responded. "Yeah Talon, we're going in now.", Deion said to the snake and curled around his body as he pulled open the gate.
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Marquis
}}Skill{-285} Exp{1780} Jewels{401}
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Post by Marquis on Jul 28, 2012 2:33:46 GMT -5
The drunk supposed his night could've been worse than this. He could've been in some alley, unconcious. Or worse, facing the wrath of his guild for being such a lazy drunk in the first place. Deion didn't seem to care, although it was as long as he didn't have to clean up any messes that where made. He could hear the occasional mouse squeek, before Talon swallowed it. He sighed, rather displeased. But he debated it was fair, as he hadn't fed Talon before they left. "We'll be home soon buddy, then you can sleep under your lamp.", Deion said playfully to Talon, who was focused on chasing mice.
"Talon, I can't really focus while you're doing that...", Deion said, but heard no hissing. The echo of the snake slithering and hissing could be heard, signalling it was having a challenge. He smirked. "Good for him...", he mumbled as he reached for a flashlight he brought. One would assume that one would like to have the ability of sight and as such, he had made sure to bring such a device. He turned it on and shone the light around him and found a proper path to walk. It was also the only path he could possibly take.
He looked at the liquid contained in the bottle. "This? This is a potion of strength? Seems kinda lame.", he stated, thinking about tossing it away. But for the sake of his own self-respect, he would get it out. He heard the hissing of Talon and snapped his fingers. Wings shot forth from Talon's body and Deion jumped on, kneeling down as the snake took flight to leave the tomb. He smiled from the back of his friend as he took another drink. "This sometimes seems like too much fun.", he said to himself.
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Marquis
}}Skill{-285} Exp{1780} Jewels{401}
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Post by Marquis on Jul 28, 2012 2:34:02 GMT -5
Talon had taken off after Deion had returned to the client. He wasn't going to drink the potion. He denied that request to be a test subject. He just wanted to recieve payment for completing his objective. Regardless though, he admitted to himself it was fun as he walked towards him home. He began lamenting about the future. Was there going to be darkness? Would the light shine? Or would things still be the same.
Regardless, Deion planned to help Fairy Tail stand in the face of adversary and never back down when the lives of his comrades are placed on the line. But he would never act unless he was required to. He knew that every situation wouldn't always call for his assistance and was prepared to live by that code. Honourably.
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Merc
Saint Wizard
(Legendary)
Strength: 65
Speed: 150
Magic: 121
Willpower: 100
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Post by Merc on Aug 2, 2012 13:27:20 GMT -5
Approved.
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