Still Evolving [Mission|Travel]
Aug 16, 2021 16:47:16 GMT -7
Post by 💚AyZe💥 on Aug 16, 2021 16:47:16 GMT -7
ESCORT; THE BEHEMOTH
Rank: D
IIC Length: 48 Hours
Difficulty: Moderate
Description: Client - Fegkarion, Cursed Priest, The Land of Whirlpools. Fegkarion is a cursed Priest who was possessed by a wind demon and permanently transfigured into a Tempest Behemoth - but he's still a very kind man who avoids conflict. He needs to travel from the Land of Myth to the Land of Whirlpools, and is waiting in the Mountain's Graveyard for your arrival.
Objective: Escort the Cursed Priest from the Land of Myth to the Land of Whirlpools.
Reward: 19,250 Ryo
Not long after leaving the village the girl stopped in the middle of the forest, shut her eyes and breathed in the sweet air of freedom. The fact that the ground she stood upon was called the forest of death did not seem to bother her at all. She remained stationary for a moment enjoying the cool breeze as it brushed gently against her face, and the sun's rays as they warmed her body. The sound of birds singing and flying about playfully tempted her to take off to the sky to join them, but she didn't have time for that, she had missions to get to. Reopening her eyes, she retrieved her mission slips from one of her many pockets and quickly read through the contents. Both missions required her to travel to places she'd never been before, this excited the girl even more as it offered her a chance to learn foreign customs and discover new species of animals.
After deciding to first take on the D rank mission, she tucked away her papers and pulled out a world man and compass. She laid out the map on the ground and began looking for the country she would be traveling to. "Myth, Myth, Myth... Where are you myth?" She spoke to herself, running her index finger through the map in search of her destination, "ah, there you are!" She felt quiet disappointed with herself for never visiting the Land of Myth since it was right next to her home country. She folded her map and placed it back inside his pocket before sprouting a pair of wing and shooting up to the sky like a bullet. Stopping somewhat 150 meters above ground, she consulted her compass, storing it back in one of his pockets after confirming which way was north. Flapping her wings, she flew full speed in a northern direction. She had heard of a Behemoth but had never witnessed one with her own eyes. She wondered what it looked like and hoped it was worth moulding.
Move to Land of Myth.