Veteran's Plateau Altar

Rexx · 10-18-2022, 03:25 PM

Rexx tagged along with his brother and father, not wanting to be cooped up on the beach anymore. The lockdown was a drag at this point, and the nearly-yearling child was itching for some new, novel sights. He was sure his brother did too, and so he padded along with them, burly legs carrying him at a steady pace through the lands they passed by. Their father's concerned look didn't go unnoticed to Rexx, like his brother, but he couldn't fathom what could be so wrong. The beach winds carried a cooler wind, it felt easier on his fluffy pelt and more comfortable, too. Why was his dad being all concerned and frowny about it, anyways? He'd heard of the altars - apparently that meant a really important statue you had to respect - and that his father and brother were going to offer a gift to it. Rexx was confused at the concept - were they supposed to get a wish or something in return? Was something going to happen if they did?

He disregarded the curiosity pooling in his head, focusing on waiting patiently as they approached the long-worn, stony statue. A statue of war - from the caped draped over the wolf's still brawny form, despite its erosion, to the suspicious brown stains that suggested dried blood. At least to him, anyways. A small smile of awe curled his tusked maw, purple eyes alight in interest as he readily grasped his offering in his jaws - a well-oiled, well preserved piece of antler from a dead stag. Maybe it correlated with this statue's aura of honor and duty in battle, the way the stag had likely fought till its last breath, allowing Rexx to take a piece of antler as offering.

After Scald and another pup placed their offerings, he was next. He eyed the crabby tabby cat and the familiars rushing about the base of the altar, but still obeyed the cat's snippy words as he placed the antler next to the other offerings. He glanced up at the statue, its impressive height, forever immortalized in cracked stone and iron scent, before leaving to keep up with his dad and sibling.
"speech"

NPC:

The tabby steps forward as you approach and seems to appraise your item carefully, its scarred face unreadable before it gives a nod and signals for another familiar to accept the item and move it to its new home, before turning its inscrutable amber gaze on you.

A pure white raven with a dramatic scar across one eye flaps over and grabs the antlers from you. It tucks them gently under the statue before giving a croaking caw and landing taking off. The cat gesturing catches your attention and the same raven lands in front of you with a pouch. "Thank you for your help, in return we'd like to offer you a sign of our gratitude." Says the tabby, gesturing for you to take the pouch. It leans over to whisper something to the raven who hops towards you and seems to look you over before hopping back and both familiars nod, you have no clue what they're thinking.

You have received:
191 Gems & 10% Bonus Fight Score Pass

Gemstones added to credit.

Staff: note when claimed

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