[Event] Festive Surprise! - Printable Version

What's this? Something strange has appeared in Polaris, not too far from the spire. With all the strange things in the caves already, it shouldn't be too out of place, but one would have to admit that it's very pretty.

Eggs!

There are dozens of them, all arranged in a not-so-neat pile. Almost like chrysalises, though somehow detached from the cave walls, each one is perfectly oval shaped and shining with colours that seem just a little too perfect to be natural. Each one seems to be unique, with many boasting extravagant and intricate patterns. each one appears to be hewn of pure gemstone. They're a little heavy, and come in a wide variety of sizes, some just a couple of inches in length, and others as heavy as a house cat; perfectly suited for the various denizens of the caves to come and claim their own, so long as they can carry it, of course.

Note: participating in this thread is totally optional!

Your character may choose to participate IC in collecting their egg from the pile here! Otherwise, just picking it up from the Magicka Shop is assuming they have collected it from this pile.

Also, keep in mind that rolling the spell itself will ultimately "do nothing" as the eggs cannot break, do not have a scent, are immune to magic, etc. But if desired, you may roll to determine how impressive your egg is.

Envy was scuttling in their usual lopsided fashion through Polaris, when a flash of colour caught their eye. the weasel quickly changed course and bounded towards it, their eyes glittering as they neared, rapidly picking up speed. There were a few other gems present, and a chrysalis that was currently in the process of hatching, but Envy paid them no heed. Their jaws were salivating and they sat back on their haunches to simply gawp as they beheld the enormous mountain of pretty, pretty stones. Envy bounced and hopped into action, knowing that they had to have some of these for themselves. The little one bristled and bounced, twiddling their paws and scampering around as they looked for the best, and the brightest, to take back home with them to Orion.

The many colours filled their gaze, so bright that it hurt. It took some time to find one that they could carry. And they frowned, biting their lip in disappointment as they realized that it was probably the dullest egg on the pile. In fact... as it an egg, or just a rock? Envy scurried away for a while, but was unable to find one small enough for them to carry. Soon, they returned, frowning. For now, it didn't matter. There had to be something behind these, after all. Maybe there was something inside them? Pretty things like this didn't just appear, did they? Envy stooped low, wrapping their paws around it, and managed to lift it, just, after a bit of staggering. And then they hobbled out, their back hunched with the weight, to find a place to hide their new prized possession from the rest of the world.

-exit Envy-

"speak."

Some time later, a little white stoat returned. She traveled quickly, with her head low to the ground, with clear purpose in her lilac eyes as she scurried intently towards the piles of colourful eggs. It was unclear who the little white stoat actually was, and she seemed antsy not to be seen; quickly, the little thing disappeared into the midst of the piles, burrowing in between the largest eggs and quickly becoming lost from sight, with only the occasional scrabble to show her progress, and an occasional flash of a little white face peeking out from the pile.

At various points, the stoat cast a wary eye over the gembounds assembled nearby, before continuing in her frantic searching. What a determined, admirable little beast.

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"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

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Much talking. Much voice. Much things, he did not find necessary. Unfriendly the young cub proved to be. Keeping to himself since birth. Though with anything probably valuable, he would lurk close. It seemed the many few had gotten there first.

He walks on stout, small arms that grow in muscle daily. His shoulders broad,- speaking of a thickened frame that would be powerful in later life. Skull widened by the week, that too spoke of his powerful adversity to come. What a woe.

Brave. Lucifero stalks without a sound. Paw pads treading silently his chocolate body that moves like flexible fire. Eyes of brimstone beam forth, mercilessly bestowed on the few that take needlessly from the nest of sparkling shells that harness an unknowism. Like he, these gems were a guessing power.

These other gembounds are not important. The task to obtain the shelled gem(s) were. So he goes past the many others with not a glance of consideration to them. Detachment seething his dark being.

He is amongst the shelled gems. His eye's skimming through to pick the one with the hue of bloodshed; later learning his chosen shell had been the most impressive indeed out of the entire previous taken. As if awaiting his graceful reign.

Mouth barley large enough to carry the larger ovum, he goes with the bright shell. He was only here for one thing: possesion.

"speak"