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Mixed Blood
Hufflepuff
The world is filled with magical things patiently waiting for our wits to get sharper.
2nd year Witch
Status: Offline
Age: 14
Posts: 1,914
It was pouring. The rain thrummed down onto the sleek wet cobblestones like a blacksmith's hammer on an anvil, crashing down in big, heavy drifts. It obscured everything, resembling a thick woollen curtain, nothing but blobby coloured blurs were seeable, just bobbing in and out of the mob. Alys sighed, her head head hurt, and she really had no idea what she had done. She remembered being thrown out of a bar, onto the hard pebbles, and as the big burly man with the dragon tattoo had closed the door, it had started raining. She knew it was a bar, because of a sign on the back entrance, that said Red Dragon Bar. she was willing to take an educated guess.

Before that, she had no idea, but, judging form the man's angry face, she had probably gotten into a fight, and it might also explain her aching head, but it could always just be a a bad headache. Reaching up to touch her forehead, where it hurt the most, her hand, encountered a bump. A big bump. It was round, and about the size of a cherry, and but hard as a doorknob, and bruised. She new that most people wouldn't see it. It was wide, but didn't stick out very much, and, nobody was really looking much at other people nowadays....

She was pretty sure it had been a fight by now. Nothing else could really give you a bump of that size, and she knew that she didn't just get drunk, and stagger around, hitting her head in the exact same spot. Sighing, she grabbed her small little birch wand, and drew a healing rune on herself, putting it on her right forearm. She watched as it disappeared, her skin sponging it up, and the pounding in her temples started to fade. As the Magik did it's well.... Magik, she put her hand up to her forehead, and felt the strange sensation of having the bump sink into her skin, and her skin tingle where she touched it.

Smiling with relief, she stuffed her wand back into her messenger bag, and froze, her hand brushing the two sides of the broken oak staff. I almost forgot about that.... she thought, her hand absently stroking the smooth seams, and running haphazardly along the jagged edges. She still couldn't believe that she had broken it. It was an oak shaft, with a brass tip, with an onyx orb at the tip. If she could find Kael, he might be able to actually fix it, him being a specializer in Earth Magiks and all, and it could be saved, but she wasn't sure, Kael was unpredictable, and right now, with only her wand, she was limited to the simplest of Magik.

At least it wasn't one of those lame "Metal" ones. Her sister, Adrianna, had bought one, and told her that they were junk, she had no idea why they were selling so well, but she knew that a traditional old Oak one was way better. But now, my "traditional old oak," is broken... she thought miserably, feeling like tearing her own hair out. She and been in yet another minor competition, and was facing a Mage, who didn't play by the rules, the judges were terrible, and turned a blind eye to every bad thing he did. She was doing fine, but then, he snapped her staff.

It was against the rules to touch your opponents staff with flesh, or Magik, and even if it was by accident, you were not released from your punishment.There was even a fine for it, and it was not cheap, but, the judges were not very observant. He and blasted a simple rice of Magik at her, it had barely any power, so she had stepped to the side,knowing that he had full control on it at all times. Then, it had swerved, and hit her staff. It had burst into green flames. A blazing inferno, that and forced her to drop her staff, for fear of being burned, or worse. The judges, were fast asleep, snoring loudly, and it was a private even, so no audiences were there, which made it terribly hard to prove anything, or press charges.

When it had finally died down, it was snapped in half, and charred, basically a pile of ash. She had used what little spells she could with her wand to save it, and she fixed almost everything, but she couldn't fit the two back together without a proper staff. It sucked. Now, she and to waste what little money she had, and take it to Kael, the carpenter for fixing. Thinking of that, I should probably hurry up. She thought absently, shrugging her cloak up higher on her shoulders, and flipping the hood up to cover her face.

Rushing through the horde, she wove her way towards the Marketplace, in hopes that on this rainy day, most people would have stayed home, but Kael hadn't, there was only so much a girl could take, before having to do something about the accursed rain. And from her position, all she could do, was go back to the small apartment she called home.

Reaching the entrance of the Market,she pushed her way through the gathered crowd, and into the Market itself, teeming with life. She looked for the biggest crowd, centred it, and then made her way towards it, that was always Kael. Unfortunately, he was really busy, which meant one thing, she would have to wait a while. She wasn't going to risk going to someone else though. Kael was the best there, and he had pretty good prices too, plus, she was one of his best customers, running to some other carpenter for favours was not going to get her on his good side.

"Hey Alys," he said, his gruff voice rolling out into the mob. "Hi karl," she said, nodding to him. "what can I do for you?" he said, leaning back on his straw chair. "Could you fix this please?" she asked, digging down into her bag and pulling out her two sides. "Sure thing," he said, taking ten, and putting them onto a growing pile on the make-shift table. "You go have some fun." she smiled at him thankfully, and made her way out of the stand, looking around for something to occupy herself with.

In one corner, something caught her eyes, standing out, even in the gray nothingness. there were colourful banners strung up against the brick wall, and a small horde around a stand, with people pushing their way to sign some sheet of paper. Making her way towards it, she saw a few posters on the wall. Join the Adamant's Guild! she read, her pupils quickly scanning the rest of the page.

"Might as well," she muttered, seeing the prize money given out to the "Do-gooders". "Those are some high numbers..." she said, with a low whistle. Shouldering people out of the way, as there was no line, she advanced into the crowd, the smells and colours blending together, until it was one big blur. Finally reaching the tip of the crowd, she lean forward, and signed her name on the third sheet of paper there, putting her contact there as well, that way, she would be notified when there was a job available for her. What was the harm?

(I didn't do my other character, because I was too lazy... XD I'll do better next time! )
 

Pureblood
Ravenclaw
5/19: Trying to be more active now that school is ending, but I can't make any promises.
3rd year Witch
Status: Offline
Age: 17
Posts: 7,679
Name: Simon Etherland
Nickname: Mon
Age: 20
Height: 6'2
Weight: 175
Hair: So dark brown that it looks black when it's wet, and he's let it grown out. It reaches his ears on the sides and the top of his spine in the back. On most, it would look ridiculous, but it suits him well.

Eyes: Deep set and cobalt blue. Because his eyes are so deep set, his stare is intense

Tattoos/Piercings/Other markings: He has a tramp stamp (tattoo on his tail bone) of a simple cross. The edges are straight, the inside is bare. The only thing exceptional about it is the swirls that came off it where ever there was a corner. It hadn't been his decision to get the tattoo; he had gotten a little too drunk and passed out. An old friend of his, gone now, had put it on him while he was out cold. When he had woken up, he had felt the sting of it on his back, but it hadn't hurt too bad. He wasn't even that mad about it. He now referred to it as 'his stamp'.


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The rain was pounding hard against the metal roof of the shack Mon was holed up in. He had made the humble building himself, finding scraps of wood to tie together for the walls. All he had for a door was a thin blanket that was tacked to the walls with old, rusty nails. He had done the same to the roof that he had done to the walls, but with metal. It was small, the length four foot and the width five foot, only six foot high. Overall, it was a fairly crappy home, but it was the best he had.

It definitely hadn't been easy to find enough wood, enough metal, and enough string to put the house together, so Mon was very proud of it. He kept it hidden deep in the forest a few miles out from the city, using a simple spell to keep the area lit at night to keep away unwanted visitors. No one was ever allowed to visit; if he needed to speak to anyone, he would go to their place.

The thought of going to someone else's place made Mon grin. As if anyone would want me at their house, he thought snidely, running his fingers through his wild hair. He didn't have immediate access to a shower, or a mirror, or soap, so he wasn't the cleanest person, and his attitude was not a very pleasant one either. He did try to keep clean, however, washing up in any body of water he could find, and he made a feeble attempt to be patient with other people. He wasn't very good at either one, however, and was usually avoided.

Today, however, he could not be avoided. He had to go out a buy a new board for the left wall. About a week ago, he had gotten into a really low mood and had lashed out on one of the pieces of wood that held his home together. Not one of his best ideas, he admits, but he hadn't really been thinking about that at the time. He had been working really hard the past few days to get some extra cash, doing odd jobs like fixing this, or cleaning that. He learned that people tended to not avoid you when you were offering to do something for them that really needed to be done, but no one wanted to do.

He finally had enough money to buy his next week's supply of food, plus a new board for the wall he had cracked. He hoped that he would have enough money to buy more than one board so he can reinforce a few that were rotting away. It depended on if the prices were good; he would have to go around to several different shops to compare prices before deciding which one he would actually buy. Besides, he was an excellent bargainer.

Mon patted himself down to make sure he had everything he needed. His wand, his spruce staff, his knife, his money... He swore under his breath and double checked every pocket and pouch he had on his person. The money wasn't there. He looked around the small space in a panic, knowing the money couldn't have gone far. He got onto his hands and knees and started feeling around on the floor, determined to find the money he had worked so hard to gather. Several things landed in his hand - his hatchet, a bow, a single arrow, a magical ring he had found a few years back - but no money pouch.

Mon took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Think, he ordered himself, smoothing down his hair. Where was the last place you had it? He remembered receiving the last few coins he needed the previous day after fixing some old lady's roof. He had thanked the woman and slipped the coins into his pocket. Then he had walked home and put the coins in the coin pouch... That was hanging on the wall.

Mon stood up carefully, having to slouch in the cramped space, and gingerly ran his fingers along the walls. He couldn't risk taking out another board - especially when he did not currently posses any of his money. His pinky brushed against rough fabric, and he sighed in relief, snatching the coin pouch off the wall. He put the pouch into his pocket and, satisfied that he had everything he needed, walked out of the hut.

The trees provided some cover from the heavy ran, so Mon didn't really have a problem with getting wet until he had reached the edge of the forest and stepped out from under the trees' cover. He was immediately drenched, feeling a little like someone had dropped a bucket of cold water onto his head. He yanked the hood of his black cloak over his head and made his way to the city, hunched over as if that would somehow protect him from the rain.

Mon reached the edge of the city without too much trouble. He hadn't run into anything, but he was soaking wet and he had almost lost his boot in a large mud puddle. Thankfully, he always tied his boots tightly, double knotting them. Otherwise, his foot would have slipped right out, he would have fallen, and lost his boot. That would have been one more thing that he would have had to pay for. Which would mean either no board for his house, or no food. He couldn't afford to loose anything else.

Mon made his way through the city and into the Marketplace, his boots making soft suctioning noises as he walked. The first thing he was going to buy was the boards. Then, he would use the rest of the money he had to buy as much food as he could. Then he would leave the city and be out of everyone's hair.

Mon had looked at several different types of boards from different vendors, and each time he had only become more and more dismayed. Boards were so expensive! He wasn't that good of a bargainer! How would he have enough money to buy food? With a soft sigh of frustration, he continued wandering through the Marketplace, looking at board after board after board. After about twenty minutes of looking, he sighed again and leaned against a pull. He looked up at the sky and prayed. Please, whatever God is out there, you gotta help me get some cash.

Suddenly, a girl was at his side, writing something on the pole. He had almost asked her why she was writing on a pole, but before he got the chance, he had caught sight of the ad. "Join the Adamant' Guild!" it read it big, bold letters. Then it listed a whole bunch of requirements, and said something about 'do-gooders'. All he cared about, however, was the number next to the word 'do-gooders'.

"That's a lot of zeros..." Mon said in a hushed voice. Without hesitation, without even reading the requirements, he wrote his name down. When it asked for home address, he put, "Middle of the woods. Wanna talk to me? Give the letter to Mrs. Advice. She'll get it to me." Mrs. Advice was the owner of the food store, where he bought all of his supplies. Food, his hatchet, a few pieces of metal for his house. She was the only person in town he actually cared a fraction of an ounce about.

With a satisfied sigh, Mon made his way back through the Marketplace, on a search for a board that was in his price range.

((Oh, my gosh it was so good! xD I know my post isn't as good. Also, I have a question. Is the Marketplace a building or just a part of the town?))
 

Mixed Blood
Hufflepuff
The world is filled with magical things patiently waiting for our wits to get sharper.
2nd year Witch
Status: Offline
Age: 14
Posts: 1,914
(What?! Yours was waaay better!!! Oh, and I was thinking that the Marketplace would probably be outside. I'm pretty sure that was how they were styled in a Medieval setting? XD)

Bang. Bang bang. Bang.

Stretching her muscular arms up and over her head, Alys yawned widely, and completely ignored the door, or rather, the person at the door. She had just finished up a very exhausting night, and was ready to hit the pillows. Really hard. She had no reason to stop and actually pay attention to the knocker, and she knew from experience, that the people who usually knocked on her door, were either muggers, or trying to sell some of their lame products, and were getting seriously desperate. Those seriously desperate were definitely the ones to beware of. She had had a particularly frustrating encounter with one that she really didn't feeling like thinking about right now.

Bang. Bang bang. Bang. There it was again. Would this annoying person ever give up? If they knew her, they would know that she never answered her door. It was a rare occasion on which she ever stepped out of it, or course, other then the times where she went for little tournaments. Then, she certainly had no trouble stepping outside, in fact, she was up and ready at 5.00 am at the latest.

"Adamant's Guild representative here. If you are in there, please open up at once. I have an important message from the Board of Directors that needs your immediate attention." She froze. Her thoughts were a bit like this: The Adamant's Guild?! Wha-? Oh. Yeah. That. I almost forgot about that. Should I open it? Is it worth it? Yes. Alys, did you see how many zeroes there were on the prize sheet? You need to get your lazy butt out of that chair, and right next to that door at once! She was disorganized like that.

Practically flying out of her seat, she dashed to the door, and yanked it open to reveal a prissy looking man in a prissy powdered white wig with a prissy sort of skirt on with a prissy sash and a prissy expression on his face. In other words...This guy was prissy looking. He was especially prissy looking once he surveyed her once with a dismayed expression. "Are you Miss Alys Bennet?" He asked, frowning at her.

"Yes." she said just as slowly, looking at him weirdly. What did he mean was it her? Who else would it be.? "This sheet says otherwise." he said, pompously holding up a yellowed piece of parchment that was without a doubt dipped in tea leaves in order to look old. Peering closer at the sheet, she had to bite her lip in order to keep from snickering. A lot. She had forgotten about this too.

"You see, I gave a fake picture in order to keep my identity secret." she said, fighting back a grin as she loomed over a picture of her sister, shooting the photographer a beaming smile, looking as charming as ever. She was dressed in her best clothing, and was trying to earn her keep and become a scholar. This was her picture for the application to University. She had not only gotten in, but on a completely free scholarship as well. The part where she was laughing came in when she had drawn a moustache and beard on the picture with her sister. They were still there.

"In doing so, you have lost a lot of trust." he stated plainly, frowning at her, as if expecting her to fall to her knees and dramatically beg him to let her get trust back. "Oh. I'm sorry." she, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. Leaning against the doorframe, she squinted at him, ignoring the itching feeling in her eyes, and resisting the urge to scratch. "So..." her voice trailed off as she steed at the piece of parchment, "What are you here to tell me about?" she asked, finally giving in, and rubbing her eyes a bit.

"This is a mission of vital importance, Miss." He said pompously, holding it out like he expected her to kiss it. She just stared at it, sand then slowly reached out to take it. As her fingers brushed the parchment, she fought back a smile. The paper was definitely dipped in tea.

Flapping it once, she looked down at it, and began to read, hoping it was a mission that involved advance payment.

Dear Ms.Bennet,

We are pleased to inform you, that out of thousands of members of Adamant's Guild, you, and one other person have received a mission of vital importance.

You 2 were handpicked, according to your talents and skill levels, and we have declared you best suited for our needs.

Of course, this mission includes spoils of at least 1, 000, 000$, and as a quester, if you are successful, you will receive one third of this, amounting to 333, 333$ along with a recommendation for further missions with similar numbers.

You will meet us at our headquarters on Adamant Av. 5430 at 6:00 am tomorrow morning, where we will give you full details of your mission. For a quick briefing, we will give you the simplified version.

There is a dragon on High-ridge about a 3 day travel away. It poses a danger to our community, and as the leading guild in this area, we are inclined to get rid of it. This dragon, of course has a bountiful loot, and all credit will go to you and your companion if you are to succeed.

We will supply you with all the supplies, weaponry, and information as you need, and pay for the fares as well. If you decide to join us, please meet us as indicated above. If you are not there past 6:45, we will assume that you do not want this mission, and will hand it to the next suitable.

We hope that you and your companion will have the best of luck on your quest, and wish you a good day.

Your friends,

The Board of the Adamant Guild.


Blinking in confusion, she stared at the befuddling piece of paper, and then reread it again, her eyes bulging with realization as she saw the amount of money she would receive. It was probably waaay more then her and her sister's live savings combined, and all in one mission! If she completed this... the possibilities were endless....

"Ahem." Snapping her eyes back up to the man's, she sighed. She had almost forgotten about his prissy face, but now, it would be impossible to ignore him. "Are you done with that?"he asked frowning at her, and trying to look down his nose at her head. It was quite impossible, seeing that she was taller than him.

"Yes." she said, tucking it away into her coat pocket. "I get the message quite clearly." she said giving him a sweet smile that was forced onto her face, and immediately rebelled, probably turning into a grimace. "Bu-" was all her managed to get in before she started shooing him off of her porch. "You can go now, move along please, the exit is that away." she said, shoving him off the last stairs, and slamming the door in his face.

Leaning against the closed door, she let herself take it all in, and then burst out laughing, the type of laughter that wormed it's way into you, and wouldn't let you go until you cried. She laughed until rivulets of water streamed incessantly down her face, and clutched her side, which was burning form the amount of effort it took into laughing. The events of the day so far had been normal up to this point, and then they had been surreal, not to mention that ridiculous excuse for a man.

Collapsing onto her moth-bitten couch, she finally stopped laughing as a thought hit her. Getting up at once, she shouldered on her dusty old raincoat, and rushed out the door, only pausing the close it behind her again.

Dashing down the muddied lane, she ignored the pelting sleet, and ran even faster, the well worn paths twisting and turning throughout the woods. She knew these trails like the back of her hand, even in weather like this, and now, this knowledge was finally coming to use, even if it was small as this. It was useful, because, she would have to take a shortcut.

As she neared a clearing by the beaten track, she rushed through a tiny bush, and soon found a tiny pth leading through the forest. Sprinting forwards without hesitation, Alys followed the trail, and soon came upon the Marketplace. Panting heavily, she jogged forward, and conserved her energy while searching the stands for Kael.

She soon found his stall, which was as usual; thronging with people. Nudging aside a burly sailor, she ignored his glare, and wormed her way to the front of the crowd, and searched the drop-out bin for her staff. After signing up for the Adamant Guild, she had completely forgotten about her staff, and she would surely need it if she was to go on this mission.

The drop-out bin was namely for items that had been finished, but that the owner hadn't comeback for. The problem was, people had free rein to it, and could pick out anything they wanted from it, as it was the owner's responsibility to pick it up, it was fair game. That was one of the reasons that Kael's stall was so popular, even though there was a to get some pickings.

It was empty. As soon as she saw the contents, her stomach sank. She couldn't have lost it, it had been a birthday present from her sister, and she had sworn that she would take good care of it no matter what. Now, that chance was long gone, and she had broken her oath.

Just as she was about to turn away, she heard Kael's voice above the terrible racket that was happening all around her, despite yet again, the crummy weather. "Looking for something, lassie?" A familiar voice booms. Spinning around, Alys found herself face to face with Kael, and let out a quick squeak before she was able to collect herself.

"You scared me!" she yelped, mock glaring at him. Laughing, he held out her oaken staff, looking brand new. The middle, where she had cracked it straight in half was smooth as an egg's surface, and so shiny that it hurt her eyes to look at it. Studying it closer, her eyes widened as she realized he had improved it as well. Instead of a copper base plate for the top, he had made a braze one, where her dark black stone was nestled into it's palm. The bronze would enhance the staff's powers, and was suited especially for Shadow Keepers.

Shaking his head, Kael grinned. "You're so easy to startle," he said. "Do you like the adjustments I made?" Nodding, she kept her eyes on the staff. "You didn't have to upgrade it..." she started, her eyes riveted on the brilliant workmanship. "Sure I did, you paid me extra. " he said handing it to her. Taking it, she felt the power rush back into her veins. Now she was ready.

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Rushing over miles of green, Liorenth roared, feeling the air rush through his wings, and lift him higher as the sun sunk down. He was master of this earth, and nothing would stop him, not even the sun. The pine trees shook with the shock of the breath, and he watched with satisfaction as a few toppled over, like a line of dominoes, slowly falling down. There was no one else for leagues around, just him, and his loot.

Twisting the thin membrane of his wings, Liorenth angled his fiery wings towards a yawning hole in the cliff face. This was his home. Or rather, his hole. Ducking down low, and squeezing his wings to his sides, he slowly spiralled down into the pit, and landed on top the the biggest pile of gold in the room.

The cave was covered with gold, it decorated the walls, was piled in every nook and cranny, and casting light all around the would be gloomy cave. The reflections created so much light, the cave was like a mirage, rainbows dancing around the cave. This was all of his wealth. It was his life's savings, and it had taken him long enough to get it. He didn't have a bed, just slept on the gold, it was enough for him, and the texture didn't bother him. His hide was thick, and hard as titanium. Nothing could pierce it. A sword prick was a tiny little sting on his hide, and the arrows? He couldn't even feel them. True, his skin did tingle a little if there were enough of them, but real pain? He couldn't dream of it if he tried.

If anyone came after him, they were dead meat. And he knew what he did to meat.

(Sorry that Liorenth was so small, but there really isn't much for him to do right now. )
 

Pureblood
Ravenclaw
5/19: Trying to be more active now that school is ending, but I can't make any promises.
3rd year Witch
Status: Offline
Age: 17
Posts: 7,679
((Dude, are you sure you're only 11? Because you sure don't write like it! xD You're super good.))

Mon almost screamed when he checked the price tag of the board. It was the most expensive one yet. He dropped the tag angrily and marched out of the store, elbowing a few people out of his way as he went. What was he supposed to do now? He had checked every store he could possibly think of, and none of them had decently priced anything. If he bought the board, his house would be fixed, but he'd have to wait another month for anything to eat. If he bought food, he wouldn't go hungry, but there'd still be a gaping hole in the side of his house.

Sighing, Mon shook his head and forced his way through the marketplace, shouldering away anyone who didn't move fast enough. Being as tall and muscular as he was, no one usually messed with him, so he pretty much got away with everything. People also avoided him as much as possible, and he knew they would refuse to talk to him for something as little being bumped into.

Mon made his way to his favorite shop in the whole marketplace; Best Advice. It was Mrs. Advice's store. She was the only person in the whole town who didn't make him feel like some disgusting creep. Reaching the front, he shouldered pass some prissy looking man, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous the man looked, wearing a fancy suit in the middle of a dirty marketplace while it was raining.

Stepping into the store, Mon made his way to the front of the store. When Mrs. Advice saw him, she broke out into a wide grin. "Hey there!" she said cheerily, brushing a lock of graying hair behind her ear. "What's got you scowling so much?"

Instinctively, Mon's eyebrows unfurrowed, and the corners of his mouth turned up into a pathetic excuse for a smile. "Sorry," he muttered. "Didn't realize I was scowling." Mrs. Advice grinned. "No," she agreed. "You never do." After a pause, she asked, "So, what did you need?"

Mon sighed. "I'm looking for a board," he answered. "For my wall? I kinda... it broke." Mrs. Advice grinned, giving him a knowing look. "By 'broke' do you mean you lashed out and punched the wall?" Mon's mouth twisted into a sheepish grin as he shrugged. "Something like that," he admitted.

Mrs. Advice grinned. "That's what I thought," she said. "I have just the thing." She reaches under the counter and pulls out a long, sturdy oak board. Mon's eyes widen a little at the sight of it. Does Mrs. Advice really think he can afford something this nice? He looks up at her, almost apologetically, and says, "Mrs. Advice, I only have-"

"Shut up," she says simply, her smiling growing. "I don't need to know how much money you have - I don't care. I want you to have it. No charge." Mon frowned and shook his head. "No, Mrs. Advice. I can't do that to you," he starts, but Mrs. Advice just shakes her head. "Don't argue," she says sternly. "Take it. I have twenty more in the back."

Although reluctant to take anything for Mrs. Advice, Mon can't help but smile at the offer, wide enough to actually show teeth. Mrs. Advice chuckles at the sight, her warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners. "Wow!" she teases. "You do have teeth!" Mon laughs, rolling his eyes. "That's fun-ny," he says sarcastically, pulling the board towards him. "Uh, could I also get the usual stuff?" he asked.

Mrs. Advice nodded, smiling as she went around the store, gathering all the food he'd need for the month to come. Once everything was there, she placed them into a cloth bag and handed it to him. "Here you are," she said. "Thanks," he said, smiling again. "Thanks a lot."

Mrs. Advice shrugged. "Don't mention it," she told him. Just as he turned to walk away, he heard her suddenly gasp. "Oh wait!" she exclaimed. I almost forgot. A very important looking man came in here and told me to give this to you." She pulls a letter out of her pocket, and Mon takes it, flipping it over to see who it's from. The Adamant Guild. He frowned, wondering why they would have contacted him so soon. Didn't he just sign up? "He told me to tell you to wait to open it until you got home," she explains. "Said it was really important stuff."

Mon nodded, still a little confused, and gave Mrs. Advice a grateful smile. "Thanks," he said, turning to leave. One hand clutching the wooden board, the other hand clutching the letter and the cloth bag, he forced his way back through the store to the marketplace. It wasn't quite as busy anymore, about as vacant as the marketplace ever gets, which is good. Mon didn't think getting in trouble for accidentally knocking people out with a wooden board sounded very fun to him.

Once he was out of the marketplace, Mon finally felt like he could breathe. Being slightly claustrophobic, he could hardly stand the market place for more than a few hours before he went insane.

He reached his small hut quickly, having jogged most of the path. He'd wanted to get home quick so he could get started on the wall. And read the letter. Pushing through the thin blanket-door with his head, Mon walked inside and immediately plopped down his groceries. The only thing he held onto was the letter. Hunched over, not being able to stand at his full height with the low ceiling, he tore into the letter quickly. Once he got it into his hands, he frowned. It had a weird texture, like they had accidentally dropped it in a puddle, then dried it out in the sun. Bringing the paper up to his nose and taking a sniff, Mon also realized that it smelled like herbal tea. Chuckling at how pathetic it all was, he unfolded the letter and began to read.

Dear Mr. Etherland,

We are pleased to inform you, that out of thousands of members of Adamant's Guild, you, and one other person have received a mission of vital importance.

You 2 were handpicked, according to your talents and skill levels, and we have declared you best suited for our needs.

Of course, this mission includes spoils of at least 1, 000, 000$, and as a quester, if you are successful, you will receive one third of this, amounting to 333, 333$ along with a recommendation for further missions with similar numbers.

You will meet us at our headquarters on Adamant Av. 5430 at 6:00 am tomorrow morning, where we will give you full details of your mission. For a quick briefing, we will give you the simplified version.

There is a dragon on High-ridge about a 3 day travel away. It poses a danger to our community, and as the leading guild in this area, we are inclined to get rid of it. This dragon, of course has a bountiful loot, and all credit will go to you and your companion if you are to succeed.

We will supply you with all the supplies, weaponry, and information as you need, and pay for the fares as well. If you decide to join us, please meet us as indicated above. If you are not there past 6:45, we will assume that you do not want this mission, and will hand it to the next suitable.

We hope that you and your companion will have the best of luck on your quest, and wish you a good day.

Your friends,

The Board of the Adamant Guild.


After having read it over, Mon felt himself getting lightheaded. Only then did he realize that he had stopped breathing. Breathe! he told himself, and immediately he sucked in a breath, thoughts rushing at him all at once. That's a lot of money! Why would I have been chosen so soon when I just joined? Who's my companion going to be? What's the task we have to do? If we complete it, I'll actually have my own home! And so forth.

Grinning, Mon skimmed it over one last time before letting himself crumble down to the floor in a happy heap of man. "God, I'm going to be rich," he muttered, only half believing it. He let himself imagine what life would be like when he actually had money. He could have an actual house, a big, hearty meal every night, good quality stuff, clothes that aren't old and used. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he rolled over, staring up at the metal ceiling.

Taking a deep breath, Mon sat up and looked over at his left wall. Part of him was tempted to just not work on the wall, since he would be getting all that cash. He was confident that he and whoever his companion was would complete the task easily. It couldn't be too hard, whatever it was. And if he got money and moved to a new house he wouldn't need this old shack anyway.

After a few minutes of debating, he decided to just go ahead and do it. He needed something to do pass the time anyway, and he didn't know what else to do. He did know, however, that he needed something to occupy himself with so he wouldn't get bored before he had to meet the Adamant Guild to discover his task.
 

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