With sis reworking and fixing up thing on her end Brother figured he oughta look through his old vaults and all the rendom crap that had been tried in the far off past. The void below beckoned with malicious hunger but it was distant for now.
He looked through the trees and columns, successes, failures and scatterings all splayed out before him. One stuck out, one stump barely risen before being stamped down, one stubborn thing that persisted in so many forms and ways it was connected to every creature in some way or another. It wasn't his first, nore was it his best, it was a test, the first to succeed and its buildingblocks reused a million times before they were just the standard starting section.
"Luca," he said with some nostalgia catching in his chest.
The stump glowed a soft blue with tiney golden runes of exposed soul script turning. He kneeled infront of the stump, the entire beast, monster and plant kingdoms intwined behind him, "you up for another go?"
Adorable squeaking ensued and brother couldnt help but smile soft, fresh pain from what happened welling up along side the sorrow and dread of putting them through it all again.
"I hate to do it but I can't leave you languish like this, not while she's working so hard" he stood and extended a hand up, the creature in the stump following the path of his arm all the way up to the surface.
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Somewhere in the central continent, on a plateau far away from civilization, a puddle welled up and started burbling. Miasma of old and death, of cults and isolated adventures barely touched the horizon of this place. Just the remains of an old town, its reclamation having been attemped a few times and abandoned not long into any of them.
The pale blue puddle of misty goo coalessed into the shape of a basic slime and soon began weaving ribbons of extra dimensional text throughout its body. As the ribbons constrained and gave its shape structure a head like a bunny's formed on an almost humanoid body, powerful legs stood it upright as a slim torso erected between its head and hips, two arms of elimental clumps condencing fron donor mateirial which drooped to make the clawed hands almost as thick as the creature's head. As its eyes first darkened to absorb light it clapped its hands flat and lifted its arms in a big backbending stretch, its squeaking yawn ending in a bright chirp, the whole motion dripping mass into its bicepts and shoulders as it seemed to firm itself in greeting the world. Then bask in the sun with a content smile.
[Available classes: Elimentalist, Ward, Farmer, Warrior, Explorer, Digger. ...Good morning Luca!]
Its nose twiched, long bean ears flapping in joy hearing sis's words again. It let out a concept flow from it, something it knew from all its brothers and sisters wandering the world, the stongest power it knows; the power to bond.
[Class Accepted: Weaver]
It bounced in excitement and turned its gaze to all the grass, trees and rotting wood around it and squeaked. The world around it quivered from the meaning.
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First thing is first, consolidate space.
It pushed itself up from its kneal and hopped over to start punching some old trees, getting tired eventually and running over to the fenceposts to start pulling them from the earth. They all got piled in the biggest dead patch that could be seen and slowly broken down through the violence of bappies.
Eventually the creature felt its ability to enflict blunt force trauma was good enough and ran out to the feilds, long overgrown and tangled with thistles burrows.
Long, dagger like claws of almost pure scrollwork poured out of its paws, their shape and form unrefined and that just could not stand. First they plumged against the roots of thorn bushes, finding that a single barb on the back of the blade helped endlessly in rending the stubborn things. The brambles unable to part themselves for it, the creature resolved to rend them into the most managable clumps possible, developing the inside claw into a broad blade to chop on first contact then start a cut when sliding away or ideally inward tward the rest of the cutting face.
It developed a stance like punching, swinging swooping thrusts of its paws that it could angle the blades to slash or chop with as it cleared out the tabgled branches, working inward to the hubs where its claws were used as pincers for pruning, either sliding face to face or face against a stem pinned against the barb. Soon all the brambles had besn refined into short shrubs and with only a few more adjustments to the claws, namely broaden the tip in a triangular way and have the barb leading off the flat end with a narrow wedge that cuts into the back of the bade with the sharp part being the semicircal cut in.
The short blades having been refined in shape could be given material later, niw was time to relocate the unhappy things. The short blades slide back up into the boulder conflagration of its arms as it devised a spade to peel up the earth the plants call home. As it thought it wandered, clapping its bappers instead of anything so human as to rub on bits of its head.
It saw berry bushed stifled by shade and greedy roots of larger trees, trees all cluttered together afrade of their weaknesses among their homogeneous sections, the grave pits of their eldest nabors. The creature sighed and becan exercising its short claws more, continuing its trimming and excavation as it theorized what it would need to move the plants.
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[Quest Granted: Spade for Luca, Reward: 15,000 xp]
The whale gawked at the notification, a spade? A scoop? It was a whale, not a mole. Still, the idea stick as it looked down at its fin, carving and scooping against the current of the ocean.
Sure, it thought, if you need a scoop then scoop I shal provide.
And inside its belly thrall children brewed different, different forms formulating to take advantage of different motive methods.
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The sand aardvark stared at its new claws, not specialized for its taste but accepting them gave a quest, something that gave it heafty boons in the past. Fresh blood of humans stained its limbs and home sands, weaklings cowered nearby as the clinking of metal snakes soothed its ears.
[Quest Granted: Earthly Lifting, Reward: Mana Core Seed]
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The troop of squirrels all cheered and chittered, their nest of undergarmets growing with fresh additions from the town festivities. From the ancient times before Mage Hand had been bestowed upon them they had prayed on humans, and now another boon presented itself.
[Quest Available: Life Sewing, Reward: Pair Binding]
This was a boon sure, but was it the boon of Mage Hand? Maybe not. Would it help them grow, evade, thwart or smite the lowly humans? Maybe, maybe not.
Boons had been burdens before, disguised as something they didnt need and presented something they didn't understand. But something had chainged today, something called to them, asking what they learned, sharing what others learned.
[Ceremonial Dagger] was a boon indeed but not for them, even though it used their knowledge of mage hand.
The festivities grew rowdy diwn below and another returned to the nest, this time with shineys in hand. The decision was made.
[Quest Accepted...