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The Murder of Crows [ToL Quest- Available]

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[offtopic]This quest entails heading out to the farming community outside the main part of the village (where the Tavern is located) to deal with a mess of rather persistent crows. The crows are devouring all the crops and are coming en masse, their numbers overwhelming the limited help. Worse, they seem to have acquired a few Dire Crows, which are particularly fearsome and deadly. Caution and care will be required when facing those. [/offtopic]

 

Note from the Tavern Caretaker

[spoiler]As this is a level 0 quest, it has a requirement for 10 posts, with an additional two posts required for a fourth member (assuming that the fourth member in question joins, I am not aware of how many might be joining this quest)--if four, this will be a minimum 12 post quest thread. As with any thread in the Tavern of Legend section, this will have a minimum word count of 20 words. The crows are more or less easy to kill (mostly a matter of getting a hit versus damage they can take or inflict) but the Dire Crows are about the size of an Condor, only much smarter. Even still, healthy caution and smart tactics can get this done with few to no injuries.[/spoiler]

 

The way to the farms is up a winding road that leads its way out of town. The walk takes you past a multitude of dead bodies in varying states of decay, the remnants of the recent battle that the people are still trying to clean up. The further out of town you go, the less there is to step over, but the destruction remains quite evident- the army burned much as it traveled. Eventually, you get to an area with a few different farms, which are blanketed in a black cover of crows. When they mentioned there were many, you realize they were not exaggerating- there are literally hundreds of crows moving about, squawking and eating up seeds. They appear to completely ignore the scarecrows. 


The man waves at them and says, 

 

"Have at em." 

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Lilith glance at the man nervously. "That's a hell of a lot of crows..." She muttered. Then, turning to Alison she said, "I know stealth isn't really our thing, but maybe if we move quietly, we can get the jump on the crows... That should give us a slight advantage, right?"
Alison nodded, unstrapping her quaterstaff from her back. "If we can manage it..." She dropped into a crouch, shifting her weight uneasily.
Lilith followed suit, drawing her tanto and dropping into a crouch. "Clearly the first attack should be at range... can you reach from here?"
Alison shook her head. "Not accurately. We need to be closer." The two cautiously crept forward, trying to avoid notice. Alison held out her hand, stopping Lilith. "From here," she whispered.
Lilith nodded, waiting for her to begin her attack. She closed her eyes and began to focus. Waves of heat began to come off of her right hand.
Alison breathed deeply, focusing energy into a point on her left hand. Edited by Wolfofwind

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Lilith snapped, a spark formed and the ball of heat caught, turning into a ball of flame. She took aim. Her plan was to throw it at a point with a large concentration if crows. She tossed the flame into the crows, hoping her aim held true.
Alison frowned, still gathering energy. "You always have to be first," she hissed, tracing a symbol into the air with her left index finger. The symbol lit up, and she pushed it toward the crows. It took the form of a shard and whizzed through the air, heading for one of the dire crows.

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[font='lucida sans unicode']Her footsteps were light and cautious, as she kept the three of them in her line of vision. Making sure no one was around her to observe what she was about to do, Aylin bent down to a nearby corpse, and placed a hand above the decaying body. She began to softly murmur, "Erit anima tua quiescentes Deus illuminabit iter. Intende in tempore necessitatis illius, et pax restituatur." Her hand seemed to be enveloped in an ebony fog-like substance as she spoke. She shuddered as her body convulsed involuntarily and closed her eyes, bringing her head to face the sky.[/font]

[font='lucida sans unicode']She did this to a few other corpses nearby before standing back up and looking around. The group she was following was further ahead than she had expected. Biting back a curse, Aylin hurried her footsteps to try and catch up with them, running past the destroyed homes. Jumping off of a crumbling building, Aylin finally saw the farms and their fields.[/font]

[font='lucida sans unicode']Standing off to the side and keeping to the shadows, she surveyed the endless numbers of crows that flew about in front of her. She wasn't sure of how long this would take. Hopefully, the other two females nearby wouldn't mind it if she provided some assistance. She hoped even more that they wouldn't mind what she was going to do to assist them.[/font]

[font='lucida sans unicode']Concentrating, Aylin closed her eyes and began to murmur the same lines repeatedly. "Luva me, creatura tua mortuorum. Surge et accipe quod fractum est. Adducam viventium morti traderent." [/font]

[font='lucida sans unicode']Her eyes snapped open, the startling blue contrasting against the silver rim around her pupils. She grinned, which showed that her canines were longer and sharper than the average human. Well, she wasn't a human to start with.[/font]

[font='lucida sans unicode']Her grin grew larger as she heard a commotion behind her. A creaking sound; some shuffling. Her ability? Corpse Manipulation. It was gruesome, yes. But she couldn't help it. And yes, she felt bad for using the decaying bodies of someone's loved one. But she usually returned the dead back to where she found them.[/font]
[font='lucida sans unicode']Stepping out of the shadows as her controlled corpses headed towards the crows, she turned over to the two women and called out, "Hope you don't mind the extra help!"[/font] Edited by Vitiatus

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Eiri had come along by her lonesome, brandishing nothing but a simple dagger. Not iron, of course, but a simple steel. Her light leather cloth hung on her body, not baggy but not tight, allowing her to move freely. Not forgetting her wings-yes, she was of the Fae-which glimmered almost transparently in the light.

Though most Fae could use their gift of Tongue, Eiri had no such power. Why, you might ask? Eiri was a mute, a tulip in a pile of roses, not the same as the others. Her own descendants said themselves that they had never seen such a rarity among their race, surprisingly, seeing as how long they lived.

Do not fear, she was not completely useless! Eiri had been training her glamour and elemental magic, which were about mid-level by now, as well as her precognition. Currently this insight told her that the one animating the inanimate corpses was going to be doing a lot of the work-but of course, she needed help.

Eiri wasn't quite disturbed by the corpses, but did think that is was possibly a bit rude to they who deserved to lay in peace, buried within the earth. With a slight but curt nod to the man, Eiri stepped up next to the other three, and began to work her magic. Digging up bits of rocks, she manipulated the earth, having them levitate and shoot towards the crows, knocking them out of the air and off the scarecrows. Edited by Katie Meinu Bocchan

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Due to the lack of activity in this thread, I am locking it and making it available once again in the bulletin board. Someone interested may inquire about this thread. I will then reopen this thread and allow them to finish the quest.

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"Well, I didn't think there was that many crows." Sebastian had seen only a few small flocks of crows upon entering, and one dire among them. However, upon stepping further out into the farm lands, he could see just how serious the problem really was. He glanced towards the farmer, nodding his head as the man gave him the okay. But with so many crows, he'd have to plan this a little better. He got on one knee, removing his leather bag from his back and tossing the flap open to reach inside. From it, he removed several bombs and trapping implements. Along with that, he removed poisons and lures.

"I can't kill hundreds of crows in a single bout, farmer. I'd run out of bullets. This will have to be an effort to scare them off more than kill them. Except for the dire ones, of course... they don't scare as easily." As he said this, he removed his revolver pistol from it's hostler over top the mid section of his black leather belt, which was fixed in front of his abdomen. The revolver was elegant in design and highly decorative. It was made of a dark bluish steel, and seemed black unless under a certain light.

"I hope some fire doesn't harm anything here too drastically. Animals of the typical nature hate fire more than anything. We can set ablaze your scarecrows, and utilize these. "He held up a sample of a bomb that was no doubt rigged to explode in a burst of flames. He had several of these available, and could make more if needed. "We can also set fire to the surrounding area to make them feel trapped and increase their fear of the area. Hopefully they will leave. Just in case, I plan to set out a few lures across the area filled with a disease causing toxin. It'll spread among the flock in a way similar to pox, and dry out their numbers over time. As for the dire ones, they will meet the business end of this." He flipped his revolver chamber open, checking the rounds. The currently loaded rounds were silver, but he emptied them out and loaded it with standard iron rounds. The silver was meant for a previous hunt that he never got to finish. After doing so, Sebastian removed some oil from his bag. It was clear that during this time, his bag seemed to hold an odd amount of gear, despite seeming smaller than what would be needed to carry all that he had just removed.

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The Harper would spend the rest of the afternoon preparing his various traps and making additional plans for how he would go about dealing with the crows, especially the dire ones. In order to effectively induce fear into the flock, he'd have to be able to set the scarecrows on fire first, and from a distance. His recurve bow would make a perfect tool for this. He prepared a quiver of arrows, whose tips were covered in some hemp covering that would easily soak up oil and catch ablaze. He also prepared some fire-bombs, whose loud explosive noise of bursting flames and flying shrapnel would kill several, and hopefully spook more. He then gathered a few smoke bombs, and while they would do little damage, the vast cloud that they would create would cause confusion, and suffocate some of the birds if they remained near it. Of course, it wasn't a toxic gas by any means. Sebastian was smart enough to know that such implements were difficult to control, and likely to kill villagers.

Instead, his toxins would be saved for his traps. He began to lay various bird feeders in the area, all drenched in a toxic poison designed to kill any predator bird within a few minutes. To attract them to the seeds, he laid out a rousing perfume of sorts, which was designed to lure in most birds, crows included. Even before he began his main assault, several birds were already making their way to them, and death shortly followed. After that, he started to lay out kindling, string, and other easily burning material around the farms, and then doused them in oil. Eventually, he made his way around the circle of material for the final time, and turned to face the crows. He examined the behavior of the dire ones mostly, noting their number in the process. He carried other weapons on him specifically for them, which included a blue-steel revolver with six iron rounds, several more of which were loaded into his red leather bandoiler. He also had his steel long sword sheathed on his back. The rest of his weapons were stored elsewhere, as he decided these would be the only tools he'd need for this event.

Sebastian stepped onto a nearby tree stand that he built, which gave him the needed elevation to examine the flock and have a decent view of the scarecrows that were scattered around the farms. He turned, lighting a torch near him on fire, and then gathered his recurve bow. He knocked an arrows, lit it on fire, and turned to aim at a slight arc towards the scarecrow most centered in the farm. He remembered his mentors words. "Harper, if there's one thing that is universal among most if not all creatures, it's that they hate fire."

With that thought passing, he released the first arrow.

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Fire erupted in the center of the farm as an arrow of flames buried itself into the scarecrow. The nearby crows immediately began flying off into the sky, some merely jumping away from it on their small feet. But it wouldn't end there. Several arrows were knocked and fired from the tree-stand, setting fire to all the scarecrows in the area. Already, the flock was starting to startle and move. However, two dire crows spotted him, and began flying towards him, cawing loudly in anger as their smaller brothers were scattering among the sky.

Sebastian responded as he planned to, quick-drawing his revolver and firing two iron rounds at the beast. Each trigger pull caused a loud pop that ringed the ears of Sebastian, and startled even more birds below. The dire crows each fell as shots pierced their bodies, and they arced towards the ground with a loud thud, one hitting the tree-stand. He holstered his revolver, and then took back up his bow. He fired a flaming arrow towards the heap that surrounded the farms, and set it ablaze. This was the main event!

As fire began to rapidly spread and grow around the farms, Sebastian ran down from the tree-stand, tossing several bombs of fire and smoke into the farms. While the fire bombs wouldn't hurt the crop too much, they would burn some of them, but several more crows. Black smoke filled the air, and the sound of blasting shrapnel was heard all around. Fire began to reach into the sky, and smoke clouded all vision. Birds could be seen en-masse, fleeing the area all together. Some birds made it into the air for a moment while still on fire, even a few dire ones, but soon dropped. Some even dropped out of the sky due to smoke inhalation.

A set of three dire crows came rushing down from the sky towards Sebastian. Again on the quick draw, he fired three rounds, but only two hit. Two dire crow corpses came barreling down on either side of him, but the other one managed to connect, clashing into Sebastian and knocking him into the ground. "Shit!" He cried out, feeling talons dig into his chest for a moment. He used his fist to knock the bird off his body, and react with firing the last round into it's skull, felling the beast.

"Ugh.." He touched his chest, feeling warm blood trickle down and stain his hemp shirt. Oddly, however, his wounds quickly clotted off. Sebastian turned his blue gaze to the sky, watching the rest of the birds flee the farm and head west, and hopefully, for good. Of course, countless numbers were taken with his lures as well.

"Looks like these crows aren't going to bother the farms any longer. I best return to the farmers and inform them of the success." Of course, Harper knew he wasn't done. He'd have to help the farmers clean up the after math of dead birds, shrapnel, his traps, and anything else he might have caused or left behind.

As he attempted to walk away, one last dire crow emerged. It came flying through the flames, setting itself ablaze, and bolting towards Sebastian. He turned, removing his steel sword in the process, and chopping clean through the bird mid-flight. Blood splattered over his torso and face, and the flaming bird fell in two pieces. The smell of burning flesh would not be appealing for the next few days.

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