#toa mission

[theofficersacademy]

With Melanthios's disappearance, Garreg Mach Monastery is back in the hands of the Church of Seiros. However, the ambush on it and the battle to retake it had not been kind, and so the monastery is left in a state of ruin. The Church mobilizes to rebuild it to its former glory with aid from various noble houses across the continent, but it will take some time before the monastery can house all the people it used to. As such, Blue Lions members are given the first priority of staying on monastery grounds; in exchange, they are being asked to help with the reconstruction efforts in lieu of the traditional house-wide missions the various houses are typically sent on. Every other house and division are to find lodging around Fódlan and help out with the people in their surrounding areas meanwhile. Traditional classes are for now put on hold, but faculty, knights, and clergy are encouraged to find new, creative ways to teach their pupils in the field, making the most of an awkward time.

Peace shall return, and with it, so shall Garreg Mach. But until then, a continent after a period of distress cannot heal on its own, and neither can the monastery. To build a sense of safety, you must first reach out your hand and pitch in however you can.

Blue Lions Mission: Rebuild the monastery!

BL Mission Task Board

New building materials are being shipped as donations from various noble houses to help with the reconstruction effort, but those materials need to actually be moved to the right areas! Big, strong arms are in desperate need to do all the necessary heavy lifting, and hey, it might be a good idea to keep a close eye on how your new room's being rebuilt… [Grants Heavy Armor +1]

Word has spread of a new store that has opened in the monastery, particularly because of its cute, huggable, lovable offerings for sale. Forge-A-Bear advertises to customers the chance to create one's own stuffed companion---no sewing skills needed! All one must do is select the kind of animal they want and how much stuffing it needs. Optional inclusions are small satchels of scented herbs, a cloth heart enchanted with warming magic, a voice box… truly, the only limit is imagination. Will you go alone or with a potential sweetheart? The experience is yours to forge, only at Forge-A-Bear! All proceeds go to funding the restoration of Garreg Mach, so with each stuffed animal, know you're helping the cause!

Despite the sorry state the monastery is in, people still come in the hopes of soothing their anxious souls through faith. Pilgrims come, seeking to rekindle their hope by seeing the largest religious institution finding its footing again and also by glimpsing their Archbishop. The influx of needy souls leaves the Archbishop too busy however, and so she requests that some Blue Lions students and faculty help listen to the worries and prayers of these pilgrims. Lend an ear and perhaps learn something new about another person as you try to help them find their way.

What do you mean there's a Poison 202? The Church, alongside normal repair work, seeks to fortify their defenses against future threats after seeing such wicked spells in action around the continent. To this end, they join hands with the School of Sorcery to develop stronger versions of existing spells and invite any students or interested faculty to join in the research process— after all, the School of Sorcery is a Faerghan institution, so they have no qualms hosting eager and curious minds from the Blue Lions house. Perhaps while you're in Fhirdiad, it shall be YOU who makes the best new spell this world's ever seen? [Grants Reason +1]

Many places had been ravaged in the Fall of Garreg Mach last month, one such place being the Church's prized greenhouse. Though the monastery is able to receive food supplies from the other regions of Fódlan to help feed those who work tirelessly on the reconstruction efforts, the Church seeks to begin rebuilding their plots too. Get your hands dirty, reworking the soil and planting new seeds for the sake of the monastery's future self sufficiency, and with it, plant a seed of hope that things shall return to what they once were too… [Grants Gauntlets +1]

Non-Mission Task Board

Starving Beasts, ravenous tiger-like creatures, and Ice Beasts, wolf-like creatures that spew ice where they touch, have infiltrated all three major powers of Fódlan. However, though some citizens complain that they are a plague upon these lands, others jump to their defense, saying they do little more than "eat leftovers and are very polite houseguests otherwise." They are, regardless, most definitely invading homes, and with such contentious debate about how to handle these invasive beasts, trying to find a solution that gets them out of the people's homes and avoids outcry against bloodshed might not be easy. Leave the problem alone, however, and perhaps the real beasts that will come out are the two sides of this argument… [Grants Riding +1]

Finding lodgings for everyone who had been staying at the monastery on such short notice is a near impossible task. Some homes are kind enough to accept temporary houseguests to live with them on the condition they help out, and some inns are able to fit some groups in while the Church compensates them for this temporary inconvenience. You'll undoubtedly have to share a room with some of your fellow monastery folk, however, and the rooms will feel cramped, the low amount of available housing requiring your groups to make do with spaces most definitely not intended for the numbers you're cramming into them. Get to know your new roommate, and hope you don't hate them as you'll be stuck with them for as long as it takes for Garreg Mach to rebuild your rooms…

With the monastery having many of their weapons taking a beating through the previous season, many knights and students alike flock to local blacksmiths in the various territories to learn how to make their own weapons or do their own repairs, so much so that some blacksmiths have decided to start a business opportunity and open classes on those very subjects! In the face of durability struggles, perhaps you ought to hone your own smithing skills too. [Grants Axe +1]

With all the pillaging and destruction around the continent the past month, many cities that had been haunted by doom need some help returning to normalcy. In particular, as the adults help rebuild their homes and cities, the children could use some company and perhaps even some education from those attending or working at such a fancy institute as the Officers Academy. Requests for babysitters and temporary teachers alike are put out, and in the aim for a better future, isn't it important to put care into the next generation to ensure they'll be able to grow up prepared for anything the world throws at them?

Many people are still missing after the Fall of Garreg Mach. Now with the monastery reclaimed and a sense of burgeoning tranquility for the next while, the Church is able to spend time sending search parties to look for these missing persons. With formal classes put on hold, this just might be the time to look for your loved ones and reunite with them, letting them know that there shall be a place to return to soon.

Frequently Asked Questions

How does the divided task board work?

This season’s mission is assigned to the Blue Lions muses. Therefore, tasks from the ‘Blue Lions Mission Task Board’ must be undertaken by someone that is affiliated with the Blue Lions house. However, they may choose to perform the task with someone who is not from their group as well. In logistical terms, this means that if you play a non-BL muse and want to do a mission task, you must ask someone who plays a Blue Lions muse to thread with you. All thread participants will still receive any skill point rewards. Tasks from the ‘Non-Mission Task Board’ have no house restriction and can be undertaken by anyone.

These aren’t the only threads I can do, right?

Of course not! These are just prompts to help give some ideas of possibilities. You’re always free and encouraged to make up your own threads.

If my muse is not a Blue Lions muse, can I still write an open starter for the mission tasks?

Yes, but only the non-mission tasks. Your character must be affiliated with the Blue Lions to write an open starter for this season’s mission.

How do I claim the skill points?

In order to qualify for the skill point, the thread must clearly allude to the listed task and preferably feature the task being completed. You do not need to message the masterlist to claim your skill point.

Can I only do one task?

Nope, you can do as many as you’d like with as many different partners as you’d like! You can do the same task with more than one person! However, you can only claim any skill points once.

What if my partner leaves or drops a skill point thread?

If the dropped thread has at least 2 reblogs and you have hit at least 400 words on your end, you may still claim the skill point. Remember to use (and track!) the #toa open tag for any open threads, and you can also post a link to your open thread on the appropriate Discord channel! If you have any other questions or concerns, shoot us a message through the masterlist or on Discord!

[demigod-shenanigans]

Thinking about how Jason lost his memories, and unlike Percy, he never properly got them back. Even in the later books he still feels completely disconnected from them.

Thinking specifically about how, unlike Percy who remembered Annabeth, Jason only remembered his training and his sister’s face—but he was so young when he got separated from Thalia that there barely is anything there for him to remember or hold onto. She cannot be the kind of comfort Annabeth is for Percy. She’s also not someone who Jason can ever come home to like one might to other siblings, seeing as she’s constantly on the move, specifically with a group of Hunters that doesn’t allow boys to join.

Thinking about Jason getting everything ripped away from him except his knowledge of how to be a hero for the gods. And he tries to learn how to be something else. He does. But he never quite manages. And in the end that is what kills him.

[dv-kelp-face]

*SPOILERS FOR MARK OF ATHENA*

Aaaaaah, he has no idea that he will be judo flipped soon

[alchemisticramblings]

for whoever wants to draw pregnant steve for some reason (why would you do that): have this abomination

(image not mine, i found this off the arcadia oakspedia wiki)

tagging @skryae and @yanyuleia for extra stegnant damage

[poppitron360]

Y’all when I eventually read HOO to my kids, I’m just gonna edit out the Caleo bits and write something else (maybe Valgrace) to put in those chapters instead and they’ll never know…

[honeyxmonkey]

Thing in my brain of the Arcane kids having an adventure with the Greek half-bloods and Harley getting annoyed that they all think he's supposed to be as dark and brooding as Nico

[fairybonesandstardust]

if you had told me when i first read the cupid scene that i would end up being lowkey envious of nico or that i would’ve given up anything to trade places with him i wouldn’t have believed you

[sentientsliotar]

I want Percy Jackson to be bad at surfing.

I am obviously inspired by Nico.

Picture it- the son of Poseidon, strengthened by the sea, with the ability to control the water, who canonically skateboards- repeatedly crashing into the waves after falling off his board.

I don’t know why this image is so funny to me, but I know Nico being a natural surfer makes it even better.

[theofficersacademy]

As the monastery falls into a comfortable rhythm of a seemingly idyllic, though perhaps a little zany, day-to-day life, the new year brings with it a shake-up coming from the lands of Adrestia. Students and knights with ties to the Empire all receive news, one way or another, of the re-establishment of the Southern Church. In a holy place like Garreg Mach, it quickly becomes the dominant discussion, and day-in and day-out, it feels near impossible to not hear something about this new-old branch.

However, as the weather gets warmer and the first signs of summertime begin to encroach, the Central Church announces that it has received a distress call— and who else might be its sender but the newly rebuilding Southern Church? It's all hands on deck for the Black Eagles to investigate the matter and see what might be amiss, but beware, because you feel eyes and ears on you everywhere...

Black Eagles Mission: Investigate the Southern Church!

BE Mission Task Board

Most of your manpower is dedicated to fending off sudden bandit attacks. None of them are especially trained in combat, but their numbers are relentless, and they don't seem to be all in cahoots with one another either. Instead, the attacks seem to be coming from different gangs and brotherhoods in the area. With a bit of questioning though, all of them claim that word has spread like wildfire about rich yuppies from the Officers Academy roaming around here, and so many opportunistic marauders have set their sights on your group. Cut down one, three more pop up. They warn that punishing them will not stop the attacks, but nobody can give you a clear answer on who's spreading these rumors either. Every day, the number of injured increases, unless there's something you can do to change this... [Grants Axe +1]

It's the fifth case in just one week. Shortly after arriving in Varley territory, those from outside of Fódlan with horses have found that their steeds are much more agitated and acting uncharacteristically cold to even their trusted partners, throwing off their riders and ignoring all commands. It's getting in the way of work but it's also clearly making the locals feel anxious about the competence of your party and whether or not it's really safe to have you around. Get to the bottom of what's causing this, before the bond between horse and rider becomes irreparable. [Grants Riding +1]

Even without a clear understanding of what might be afoot here, your group has been ordered to remain in Varley territory. While searching for any leads, it is clear that the local soup kitchen could use a few extra hands, and although your own party is well-taken care of with regards to food and supplies, the same cannot be said for everybody that lives here. Perhaps if you can raise the comfort of living for the destitute, they might have a thing or two to tell you about what goes on in Varley lands, or perhaps you simply do this out of a desire to not see your fellow man suffer. Beware, however, that if you choose to share your own provisions, that some knights traveling with you are much stricter on guarding what's been brought with and given to your group.

To be on the ground might be the safest bet. Mysteriously, guard towers that your party have been using have had their ladders stolen and staircases in the inns you're staying in have their railings and steps suddenly collapse— pushing your numbers towards taking what could be grievous plummets if you're not careful. Scouting is being relegated only to those with some flying experience, but those with foreign mounts or wearing the Garreg Mach uniform have found themselves the target of archers. Who could be behind these attacks? And will you find yourself taking that great, big fall before you find out that answer? [Grants Flying +1]

It's not normal for a distress call to suddenly flicker into nothingness, right? But the Officers Academy higher-ups insist it's been investigated, and you have nothing to worry about. So what, then, is this strange dream you've woken to in the middle of the night, calling your name and asking for your help? Come to the bluffs tomorrow night, it asks, and we can meet then. But nothing happens. Come to the bluffs, the voice asks again. Is it a trap? Or is someone really in need of help? [EVOLVING EVENT!] As you wander the bluffs in search of whoever had called you there, you stumble across a large shelter hidden underground...

NEW! Dread fills the air as every night, your party grows smaller and smaller. Some people leave your inns in the morning and simply don't return even by the late hours of the night. When asking the locals about the potential of kidnappers plaguing this area, they all insist that nothing of the sort had been a problem until your group arrived, and it's clear that it's only those of your party that are disappearing. Murmurs start to circulate, from both the locals and even those who came with you, of your vanished comrades being 'victims who are easy to erase' given all the victims' lack of any background connected to this continent. How long shall it be before your own friend disappears too, and will tonight be the last time you ever see them again? Or shall it be you who goes missing next without ever saying your goodbyes?

NEW! Late at night, a cold mist and fog lays over the city. The first signs of summertime die in an instant, and these conditions serve as a prelude always before wild beasts appear in the streets. The locals have never seen anything like them and are downright terrified. Some call them hounds, other call them wolves, but no matter the manner of creature, they prowl and release bursts of icy magic to immobilize their prey before they pounce and devour. And their prey? Well, it seems as if these new threats have a taste for the inns your party stays at, exclusively striking the tenants staying there... [Grants Reason +1]

NEW! With the recent news about the attempted assassination of Count Varley, it's been demanded that your party help with the investigation. Accounts from the Varley estate report that the would-be killer had been been dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his weapons were all tarnished with rust and soot. His eyes, how they glinted. His scars, how scary! His jaw was chiseled from stone, and his hands were hairy. The line of his mouth was like a wound in his face, and the beard of his chin was as grey as the fireplace. The Count himself insists that the man was huge and muscled, a right vicious old devil, and he peed himself despite it all... only a little. A glare in his eye and the twist of his head was all that was needed to fill him with dread. But before the deed could be done, he disappeared without a trace, and the Count was left alone to explain his disgrace. Find him, he pleads to you. And bring his head back on a platter. So he can prove that when it comes to his head, there's nothing the matter.

Non-Mission Task Board

It's been a while since the monastery has hosted a tournament. Enter Lieutenant Lanton, with another of his marvelous ideas. This time, the name of the game is swapping. The Swap Showdown will feature contestants trading weapons, mounts, and armor before their fight. If a pegasus knight squares up against an archer, they must now turn a bow to their beloved mount. Think you have what it takes to come out on top?

After the War of Shadows, Archanea's fearsome wooden cavalry was doomed to fall out of fashion. Though its ballistae were able to once travel the world with their ballisticians, they relied upon a special type of fruit to create the oil that helped it move. Over time, said fruit disappeared, and all ballisticians were condemned to remain forever still. However, by virtue of a miracle, one Archanean transfer student brought the last collection of seeds with them and has been able to find success in growing it here in Fódlan's soil. Eager to test whether or not their oil works, a ballista in the style of the Archanea's faux-cavalry has been built on the monastery grounds. However, it turns out with so few people used to a man-made structure as big as this moving and an unfortunate malfunction in its construction, it's started barreling through the monastery pathways, destroying anything in its path with its driver utterly helpless to get it to brake. Your goal? Stop that ballista at any cost! [Grants Bow +1]

The tunnels of Abyss are full of secrets by their nature, but there are some which even its own residents are unaware of. One such secret, hidden behind a convincing wall of fake stone, reveals itself when someone tumbles right through and dispels the illusion. Others who come looking for them a short time later find only a huge, gilded archway at the end of the newly exposed tunnel. It pulses with magic, aglow with a swirling curtain of bright blues and dark greens, but there is no sign of another person anywhere. Word of this ‘Outrealm Gate’, as those in-the-know call it, spreads fast… and the outrage over what it could invite spreads even faster. Though nothing has come out of the gate, a mob of men is still set to destroy it first thing in the morning, but in the meantime, its mystery beckons you. Are you worried about the person who disappeared? Or do you simply fancy taking a peek into whatever world is supposedly on the other side, even if there’s no guarantee it’ll be a pleasant one?

The Mittelfrank Opera has taken its recruitment on the road! At the very least, the B-list director by the name of D'Silva has come to Garreg Mach to scout talent for a new production under his name. While his rather unconventional and experimental methods haven't made him too popular among the opera-loving elite, he lives and dies by the unique recording device he's gotten his hands on. As for what this show will be about? Well, that's what he's come here for. "The content will be determined by its actors!" he declares at the end of his rousing, albeit kind of crazy speech in Garreg Mach's town square. He's looking to fill all sorts of positions, from costume designers, to scriptwriters, to set artists, to the leads themselves. Will you take on a role and the potential to bask in the warm glow of fame? Or are you just here to get paid? Speaking of payment, or lack thereof, well… extra credit doesn't hurt, you suppose. [Grants +1 Authority]

From beyond the classroom windows comes a sudden, relentless deluge, and from within, a chorus of cheers. Surely this means your outdoor practice will be cancelled today! Even as your instructor marches you all outside and across a waterlogged field, you all hold tightly to this conviction. A field trip in the rain is better than training in the rain, after all, but all confidence shatters the moment he brings you to a stop at the foot of a hill. “You will go take that summit, and you will not let anyone else have it,” he says, pointing to its flag-topped crest. Immediately, groans erupt among your party, each of you cold and soaked to the bone. Yet while some grouse about the "extreme" rule that disallows weapons and the rain itself, others are taking advantage of your inertia and already elbowing their way up the slope. Your instructor, seemingly unbothered by the rain, makes it clear: join them, or accept your Fail for the class.

NEW! A strange affliction has started to spread across the monastery. Students and staff have been reporting disturbances in their dreams, describing them as unending until they complete some sort of quest or objective. While no more than a night's sleep passes in reality, some have felt like they've been locked away for years, struggling to meet their objective to escape. What's more, people have begun meeting up--and both parties usually share the same memory. Perhaps the mastermind behind this phenomenon exists somewhere in our dreams...

NEW! "Pssst. Hey, you." Yes, you. Because who else would this hooded stranger beckoning from a dark alley be talking to? "You're from that fancy school, right? Where they accept commoners alongside nobles? I've got a job for you, but the Church don't need to know, a'ight? You can keep the reward all to yourself." And oh, what a reward… The orb proffered gleams with energy, with life, with temptation. "All's I needs from ya…" A dramatic pause. "…Is a copy of the answers to next week's lance fighter exam. Don't worry, it'll go to a good cause." With that reassurance in mind, decide whether you'll pass on this test, or whether you're up to the challenge. [Grants Lance+1]

Frequently Asked Questions

How does the divided task board work?

This season’s mission is assigned to the Black Eagles muses. Therefore, tasks from the ‘Black Eagles Mission Task Board’ must be undertaken by someone that is affiliated with the Black Eagles house. However, they may choose to perform the task with someone who is not from their group as well. In logistical terms, this means that if you play a non-BE muse and want to do a mission task, you must ask someone who plays a Black Eagles muse to thread with you. All thread participants will still receive any skill point rewards. Tasks from the ‘Non-Mission Task Board’ have no house restriction and can be undertaken by anyone.

These aren’t the only threads I can do, right?

Of course not! These are just prompts to help give some ideas of possibilities. You’re always free and encouraged to make up your own threads.

If my muse is not a Black Eagles muse, can I still write an open starter for the mission tasks?

Yes, but only the non-mission tasks. Your character must be affiliated with the Black Eagles to write an open starter for this season’s mission.

How do I claim the skill points?

In order to qualify for the skill point, the thread must clearly allude to the listed task and preferably feature the task being completed. However, you can still claim the skill point if your characters narratively fail. You do not need to message the masterlist to claim your skill point.

Can I only do one task?

Nope, you can do as many as you’d like with as many different partners as you’d like! You can do the same task with more than one person! However, you can only claim any skill points once.

Remember to use (and track!) the #toa open tag for any open threads, and you can also post a link to your open thread on the appropriate Discord channel! If you have any other questions or concerns, shoot us a message through the masterlist or on Discord!

[imblocking-you]

Percy Jackson show coming out literally is like digging down and unearthing my roots, it was so formative for me, been there through a lot of transitions and phases, through meeting the most important people in my life now, getting to know myself and the world around me, life was so great, but i've grown up and come to know that life continues to be great.

The world doesn't end at 17.

[randomwriteronline]

The port was bustling with beings of all sorts. If the noise hadn't already been enough to make him as sick as a De-Matoran exposed to the faintest buzzing of a far away Rama, the bodies shoving him around like an empty sack and squashing him between them would have gotten the job done.

If somebody apostrophed him he either did not notice or did not aknowledge it; frankly, in a place like this, it was better that way.

Masks, teeth and snouts melted in his vision as he passed through them, struggling to breathe as the tremors that had started rattling him half to death hours ago still refused to give him any respite. Within the swirling typhoon of his own thoughts he realized numbly he had nothing on himself - no currency of any kind, no object to trade, no means to survive beside his own tool.

Then, like a dream, an unusual Kanohi flew past him.

His yellow eyes fixed on it.

He managed to move only as it was disappearing off towards the docks, devoured within the shifting mound of bodies: he bolted off after it with newfound energy as he shoved his way through the much larger beings blocking his path.

"Whexie!" he cried out: "Whexie!"

The white-armored Toa stopped in his tracks and looked around, a puzzled expression beneath his mask.

Relief swept over him as he recognized the Calyx.

"Whexie!"

The Toa's gaze fell onto the golden Hau, and lit up.

"Lhi!" Whexie shouted back at him, arms raised and already hurrying over to him: "Lhi! Brother of mine!"

They joined fists in a quick salute before Lhikan was pulled into a tight hug: "Great Spirit," he wheezed as he grabbed onto the cold armor like his life depended on it, "It's been so long."

"It has! Ah, it really has - how many years? A thousand, two, three?"

"What are- you," the Ta-Toa struggled to speak "What, what are you doing here?"

His friend pointed to a ship docked not too far away, all abuzz with Toa of Ice: "Just stopped to restock - we're off to get some brothers and sisters for a team or two. What about you?" a laugh snaked into his voice: "Don't tell me they're still sending you off on errands!"

Lhikan would have laughed about it too, because he'd always hated running errands, and maybe he would have groaned before confirming his punishment, or playfully shoved him off for assuming he was still being treated like a freshly turned novice after all these centuries of hard training.

But the Toa of Fire only managed the momentary ghost of a chuckle, and though he tried, and tried, and tried, his words failed him.

His grip onto Whexie tightened, shivers wrecking him once more; his brother's smile dropped quickly as his friend's condition visibly worsened in the span of only a few seconds.

Before he could press on, Lhikan spat out a single word: "Frostelus..."

The Ko-Toa stiffened: "An attack?"

"The," Lhikan stuttered, "The fortress..."

Whexie's hold on his arms turned steadier, his eyes resolute - they'd known each other for so little, all things considered, back when he'd come along to a visit to his cold brother's own fortress, but his readiness to action was the first thing that had stuck out to him and that he had so terribly envied even after the two had become fast friends: "How far is it from here?" he asked quickly. "If it's close enough it'll take us nothing to--"

But Lhikan shook his head, and his voice sputtered out of him like dirty water from a faulty faucet: "N- n- Whe- Whexie, no, it's - gone, it's gone, it's gone, the for- fortress is, it's... It's..."

He stopped only as kind arms wrapped around him again.

"Oh, Lhikan," he heard breathed into his audio receptor. He clung again to the white armor while a hand pressed comfortingly on his back. "How many of you escaped?"

The tremors turned harsher. "Me," the Ta-Toa started as if making a list; but no names followed his.

The hug enveloping him squeezed him a little tighter.

A kind chill seeping into his muscles offered a welcome respite.

The hold on him shifted suddenly, slipping around his shoulders to press him against his friend and sustain him, as though he was going to fall to the ground at any moment.

In all fairness, with how hard he'd started shaking again, it wasn't that silly of an assumption.

"Come," Whexie said with such a tone that it almost sounded like an order while beginning to drag him away from the spot he'd seemed to root himself in: "Come, brother of mine, come with us. We'll take care of you."

Lhikan struggled to stand his ground, to halfheartedly pull away from the kind grip: "No, no - Whexie, there's- I'll, I won't--"

"It is no good to walk alone in a universe as vast as this, even with masks as powerful as yours and mine," the Toa of Ice cut him off. His frigid tone melted a little as he tugged his poor brother closer, so much that their heartlights could have been mistaken for a single one from a distance: "You'll always be welcome among my kin. And I told you, didn't I? We're setting off to assemble a team or two. I know there is no one beside whom I'd want to fight more than you."

The lone Fire Toa's yellow eyes wavered briefly.

His head laid hard against Whexie; stiff shoulders at last sinking with a long sigh which was equal parts grateful, relieved, and still so awfully guilty, he allowed himself to be taken to the ship without offering any more resistance.

"Mata Nui sent you here, brother," he whispered before one of the more seasoned Toa could stop his work to holler down at them, demanding to know who he was.

He felt a cold hand squeeze him comfortingly: "I'm glad he did."

[super-powerful-queen-reyna]

Look y'all it's Camp Jupiter

Michael Kahale and Octavian

*hiss*

Yeah no he looks like him but he doesn't kill stuffed bears

Preparing for war games

Hello pilums! Wow they're beautiful

Oh shit that's a lot

Oh no.

That's onagers ! It's actually a war against Camp Half Blood! Nooooo!

YEET! (bye octavian!)

[realmsprotector]

Wishlist!

So, let's get this started, I guess the best way to do so is to post some prompts I'd like to try? Both from this month's board missions and some outside of it! Feel free to ask about anything here via im? I'll be happy to plot with everyone!

Mission Task Board:

Monster... Danger? [Lance +1] As a Knight of Seiros, it is Geoffrey's duty to see to any students or staff's security if they were to take on those hunters' offer to hunt with them- no complaining allowed, he's coming with.

Flower viewing or flower chopping? [Axe +1] He was sent there to help with the cutting down of those invasive trees, but even him can enjoy the view of such beautiful flowers and is having a hard time doing his duty... How shameful for a knight! (Still...) (plotting with legault!)

Buried in the Snow. [Heavy Armor +1] If you didn't know this before, you'll soon learn about how that new Seiros Knight is Stubborn and won't let you give him a centimeter of your one and only blanket. He will be your blanket before he even takes said blanket FOR himself. (forcing the blanket on ryoma >:/)

You are allowed to pet it... Once! [Riding +1] Yes, he's helping with the wolf pups! Yes he had no experience with that, but he's trying his best! (Maybe taking care of horses isn't that different? Hopefully...). And yes he'll allow you to pet them and play a bit with them if you're carefully and gentle and- No, no, he doesn't want to pet one himself, he cannot! (plotting with pelleas and ena!)

Non Mission Board:

Look at that, another lance wielding blue-haired guy! He just wanted to do his job and do it well, but the new environment and place- and people- can be a bit overwhelming. He wouldn't mind meeting new people (or old friends again), but he might be a big clumsy at it right now! (Which he shouldn't, get a hold of yourself Geoffrey!).

Also, have you seen Queen Elincia, is she well?

[carmennivis]

80 years in the face of eternity

Someone - or something - has been disturbing graves in the monastery's graveyard. The knights are busy with preparations for the monastery's defenses, and so patrols to the site have not been a priority. If you have some rare free time, would you bring peace back to these departed souls? Then find the culprit, even if it means having to spend the night surrounded by the dead.

@thankudeath

The graveyard was cold and silent. The sky was overcast and nearly black, no stars able to pierce through the thick veil cast over the skies. For several nights now, there had been reports of a hooded figure standing over a single grave, the only thing visible being glowing red eyes. Some claim it was death itself visiting the recently departed, others made accusations of grave robbers. Either way it was a hot new topic for gossiping over the table in the dining hall.

Tonight was, once again, one of those nights. Standing in front of one grave in particular, a short hooded figure was playing a song on his flute. But this wasn’t death, no. It was a student, Nils, of the Golden Deer House. He stood over the grave of a recently deceased old nun, playing a mournful song.

Once the song ended, he allowed the last note to drag out just for a little bit longer, before it finally stopped. Taking the instrument off his lips, he began to speak, his voice trembling slightly. “There… I finally got to perform for you. I’m sorry I couldn’t do so sooner…”

For the past few weeks, Nils had been assisting in the care of an elderly nun that lived at Garreg Mach. She had no family, and often kept to herself. But she was very passionate about the choir, visiting almost every day when they had practice. It was apparently something she was in charge of, several years ago. By chance Nils got to talking with her, and they found they got along quite well!

She was still recovering from an illness, but they had agreed that once she recovered, they’d go outside to see the wildflowers that are in bloom this time of year, and that she would come see him perform. He knew getting close to humans was difficult, but the woman treated him so very kindly, he.. was looking forward to getting to know her better.

Perhaps that was his mistake. Humans were fragile creatures, living for only the smallest fraction of the time he would. ….she died, only a few days ago, both promises unfulfilled. Now he stood there over her grave, contemplating why he even tried at all.

“You’re all so fragile… why.. why do I even bother with humans…” He said, his voice full of sadness, but also something akin to bitterness, almost. Losing someone hurt. This was exactly why he avoided becoming too close to humans. It.. makes it harder to move on when they inevitably pass. Before it was his time, he’d have to say goodbye millions of times. And that scared him. He already had other humans in his heart, against his better judgment, and the idea that they would all pass on someday, eons before he would… it scared him.

His shoulders shook as his small frame trembled, holding back sobs. Then, he suddenly heard a rustling sound. Quickly turning around, he spoke up. “W-Who’s there?!”

[areadboar]

Of mice and men?

closed starter for @goldoanheart

You notice things you would never have picked out before. Seeing the world from down here, you occasionally find odd tokens in the grass, in pots, in other such hidden places. Trouble is, they appear to be but half of whatever treasure you’ve found. Not to worry! One of the fairies captured in a recent mission is all too happy to take them off your hands, promising good luck and miracles for every complete match. Who knows if the ‘good luck’ is real, but there does seem to have been one small side effect after the fact: you’ve learned, quite incidentally, that you can now speak with mice! And hoo boy, do they have a lot to say: they humbly request your help, O strange near-hairless rodents, in order to defeat the threat of other mice invading their (your) territory. Teach them, they plead! Teach them to fight! Well, all right then. Surely nothing untoward will come of you showing one or two of them how to swing a stick… [ Grants Any Skill +1 ]

If he was being honest, Dimitri didn’t have a clue what in all of Fodlan was going on. Last night he’d shared a feast with the Golden deer house in commiseration over losing in this year’s BOEL and now he’d awoken to this reality. Everything was massive. Common objects such as stones and even blades of grass now towered over the lanky house leader. What had been in that stew? Dmitiri hadn’t noticed anything off in the taste but then again it’s not like he would. 

At least his weapons had changed size with him. Clutching his lance a bit tighter in his hands than usual, Dimitri set off to try and find one of the professor’s who come on the mission with them. Stumbling though the foliage, he occasionally came across strange wooden chests containing broken coin shaped objects. Perplexed he pocketed them as they may have a use later, he carried on till he reached a patch of dirt free from vegetation. There he was relieved to spot another person. 

It was one of the professors though they seemed to be distracted by something. Running over, Dimitri hailed them. “Hello, professor” Upon reaching them , he took the opportunity to gather his senses. “Um, Sorry to disturb you but do you know what’s going on?”

[optimismxmagicism]

For Love and Justice

A band of mages commissioned by the nearby lord has been experimenting for their latest commission work when suddenly disaster strikes. Their spells go haywire, exploding and devastating the building they had been working in and many of those in the organization themselves. However, none of them are receiving medical aid, the entire town turning them away and the lord being unwilling to pay for their expenses seeing as they have yet to produce a finished work. It looks as if they could use the extra hands and medical attention if you could spare it... [Grants Faith +1]

@loveevangelist

It was a sunny morning, nearing 10:00. The weather was lovely, many students spending their weekend enjoying the sun with their friends. A few of them however, were called in for a special assignment. A handful of students, all magically inclined, were asked to help out a nearby lord with a special commission that he already had a band of mages working on. Their task was to assist them in their research.

It was a group of 8 students: 6 regular students, all Black Eagles, as well as 2 chosen to lead the group. The first leader was Poe, a student of the Black Eagles as well, and a powerful mage. The group was waiting in the entrance hall, as they were supposed to have left at 9:30. The reason they haven’t yet? That would be because of the second leader: Ewan, a guest from the Blue Lion class. Known for both for being a prodigy in magic with absolutely tremendous spellcasting ability.. as well as being a total scatterbrain with a habit of making silly mistakes. He was currently still comfortably in bed, snoozing the day away.

It wasn’t until sunlight hit his face from the window, that he finally began to wake up. Slowly opening his eyes, he sat up and stretched. He shouldn’t have stayed up reading books again… Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he took a peek at the cork board hanging next to his bed. What day was it today…? Taking a look at the calendar, he saw a note for the day: “Important! Wake up at 8:30, Black Eagle assistance for assignment!”

Oh, well, would you look at that. And what time was it? 10:02? Oh, okay. …..wait, what? 10:02?!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!”

With a shout loud enough to wake up anyone else on the floor still sleeping, he shot out of bed. Oh shoot oh shoot, he was so horribly late late late late!!!! Ohhh he was so in for it now… With a lot of effort and cutting a few corners, he burst out of his room, the clock reading 10:13. He was dressed, but looked a little bit disheveled.

“Say, Poe? Shouldn’t we leave by now? Forget the other guy, We’re supposed to be there already…” One of the students said, turning to her classmate. It was at that moment that Ewan rushed into the entrance hall, having ran from the dormitories all the way here.

“Hi everyone!! Sorry to keep you all waiting I’m here now!!!” He yelled out, stopping as he finally met up with the rest. He took a moment to catch his breath, having exhausted himself. A few murmurs came from the group.

“I thought the classmate we were waiting for was supposed to be some ultra-talented mage…”

“Yeah, right? This is just some kid….”