bkf48a day ago:
I'd love for wraithvine to meet this guy! :-)
internutter73a day ago:
They'd for sure bump into each other via other shenanigans.WV: Whoa! That's one heck of a Destiny you've got there. What do you have up your sleeve.
A: Well I have this weird bell, these passive qualities, and I can [ABILITY] once a day.
WV: Cool. I can teach you how to be clever with that.
@internutter/challenge-03050-h127-fate-destiny-a-basket -- DaniAndShali
[AN: Whoops I stole that thunder a bit early. So this has to be adjusted more than a smidge.]
Wraithvine set up a dummy in the middle of a rocky area most folks in Paxdale used as a source of ammunition[1]. Little could be harmed there. With a sending spell and safe distance from the Chosen One, Wraithvine the Eternal told Amatu, "All right, lad. That dummy is a bad evil nasty person. What's your favourite weapon?"
Typical of a farmer's boy, Amatu readied his sling and picked up a rock. Most people would laugh. Wraithvine watched with a critical eye. There was a distant cry of, "Stay away from my Mama," as the rock flew. Then the dummy... was a cloud of splinters.
Pondermoore summed it up with magnificent eloquence. "Whoops." She looked up, and caught the pumpkin head before it could cause an even bigger mess. "Pondermoore glad we good guys."
"Indeed," Wraithvine waited for the clouds of sawdust to settle a bit before walking towards the young man. "The battle cry needs work, and I must insist his mother stays out of battle situations[2]." Ze tutted a sigh. "I very much mislike predestination."
"Me remember," said Pondermoore. "Them very bad days."
"Less about that," Wraithvine used a gust of wind to blow the remaining sawdust off the field. "I do believe, Mister Baumkyn, this is proof your mother need not worry about you out in the field."
"Mothers worry anyway," said Amatu. "Are you going to fabricate another one so I can try the bell?"
"It doesn't work on inanimate objects... Though there is a necromantic labyrinth not too far from Paxdale... Five days travel plus nonsense... It's do-able."
"I'd have to ask m' Mama."
And mothers had such a way of refusing the call to adventure. "You have an impressive destiny attached to you, anyone can see that," ze indicated the halo of slowly-spinning runes. "I'm moderately certain the call to adventure should be able to wait until such time as you've learned how to be clever with your innate abilities."
"We must hope," rumbled Pondermoore. "Me think of five ways this goes bad."
"Oh please don't tempt it. Just... be prepared."
"Yup," the Ogre in the pink dress grinned with crooked teeth. "You sayin' it. Better to look a fool than be one."
Ms Dellaise Baumkyn was incredibly dubious about letting her first child loose on a necromantic labyrinth. Even with the formidable backup of Wraithvine and Pondermoore.
"That's fine, that's fine," Wraithvine chanted into his cider. More for hirself and the forces of the universe than anyone actually listening. "We can spare a few weeks to teach Amatu some finesse."
"Pondermoore gonna patrol roads with greatclub," rumbled Pondermoore. "Hold off destiny for a bit longer."
"It's fine... it's fine... it's fine," Wraithvine whimpered.
[1] Very little is deadlier than a Halfling farmer throwing a rock.
[2] There are other stories about that one. Kevin and his Ma were a formidable force.
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