Shroom Hunting [closed]
Mar 8, 2010 1:47:54 GMT -7
Post by raahn on Mar 8, 2010 1:47:54 GMT -7
Hābu Narejji (Herbal Knowledge)[coastal]
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User gains the knowledge of Herbs found in a Region. User understands and knows what the Herb is and if the Herb is dangerous or not for the certain Region.
Special: ---
Drawback: User must learn this technique multiple times. User must learn this technique once per Region.
Description: Every human is capable of learning types of herbs in regions found in the countries they are from. A user may only learn three regions before going into Herbalist Specialist. The Regions a user may learn are regions they were brought up in which are the countries they are from, or the Hidden Village that their country is in. By knowing this technique the user knows and has basic knowledge of all Herbs found in one Region.
Limit: Anyone is capable of learning unless they reach their limit, then user must be an Herbalist. Must learn off of the Hābu Narejji Bukku (Herbalist Knowledge Book).0.20
Fumitore
Location: Cold and temperate coastlines.
Preparation: None
Special: 80% in Spring and Summer in coastal zones.
Description: The fumitore is a stumpy plant with angular, branching stems that grow to about a foot tall. It has divided leaves of a greenish gray color and pink-white flowers with purple tips. When the leaves are crushed and consumed, they prevent hair growth for twenty-four hours.
Drawback: N/A
Cost: 2,000 Ryo Full Price in Region, 4,000 Ryo Full Price in Opposite Region, 500 Ryo Extract Cost for 2 uses in Region, 1,000 Ryo Extract Cost for 2 uses in Opposite Region
I entered from the right, my sunshine hair drifting menacingly over the meadow of vibrant sandy meadows of the coastline, an ocean breeze cascaded from the sea's throwing my hair around in an oddly sensational feeling, the wind also brought with it, salt water and sand that attempted to infiltrate my eyes, squinting I lowered my hat across my eyes as I attempted to search for this coastline flower, a book was open in my hand, and my thumb used to prevent the pages from flicking around too much as I read through the description of the flower. Searching across the cost, my eyes searched within the bramble and sand of the beach for this flower. It did not take long for the first false alarm to occur, the flower was a purple pink flower with white tips which i couldn't identify off hand, and I knew looking it up now would be too much effort. My sunshine yellow hair clashed against the sandy atmosphere around me, the salty sea spray would no doubt get stuck in my hair and form nits, sighing slightly I ran a hand through my cold daffodil hai, salt water and sand catching between my fingers.
Turning back to the flower hunting I ran my eyes across the sandy dull beaches that bordered the land, I ran my eyes across and wondered where it might be, I began to trudge through the sand, looking up in the bramble at the top of the beach, maybe I was looking in the wrong place I thought after I had found yet another pink and purple flower with white tips, it was then that a bird struggling in the wind caught my attention, the bird's wings split through the wind as it went up to the top of a cliff, most probably back to its nest too. This began to spur possibilities inside my head as I began my trudge up to the cliff.
Along the way to the cliff my eyes swam across my path, eagerly looking for the flower that daunted my mind, this flower had quite a high rate for being found, I thought to myself as I put the book away and began climbing up a sheer part of the track, my feet sliding across the mossy rock that the path consisted of, as I reached the top I saw a small gathering of wild flowers to one side of the hill near the cliff, the bird danced down near me as I let out a kick and with a sqwauk the bird went flying off the edge of the cliff, until it flew into some sharp rocks at the bottom of the cliff, I knew it should have used its wings better. I began to rummage through the vibrant coloured flowers, greeted by more and more pink and purple white tipped flowers, taking to throwing the evil things of a cliff I began to grow angry towards these things until in the middle I found a pinkish white flower and a crown of white on the tips of the petals. The plant was a stumpy sort of little tree, the leaves and appearance matching correctly with how it was described to me in the book as I carressed the petals of the beautiful flower until only a few minutes later it whithered away and died.