Veteran’s Plateau Altar
Fuji
Yakuzaishi
Master Fighter (245)
Master Healer (250)
Knight
3 Years
Female
577
NachoMumma
As she was getting older, the young girl was starting to stretch her little legs a bit more. She had wandered this way carting her well worn bamboo practice pole. Truth was, she was on the look out for a trader that might be able to sell her something with a sharper edge… Though maybe a staff wouldn’t be so bad either? She loved the idea of having her own sword, and she had practiced the forms every day, but now, as she approached her first birthday, all she really wanted to do was surprise Usagi at their next lesson with something a bit more serious than a length of bamboo.
That being said, it was all she was carrying on her of worth when she stumbled across the intimidating statue. The red glowing eyes were what caught her attention at first and she had considered just going on her merry way, pretending she hadn’t seen a thing… But something in her gut told her it wasn’t a good idea. This was clearly someone important, who had done great deeds if their likeness was carved out in stone.
She didn’t cower as she stepped forward, and she felt a pang in her chest though if anything, it was only that she didn’t have some great battle-worn and blooded weapon to offer in this ones place. Oh sure it was probably littered with smatterings of her own blood from times she got a bit carried away in practice, but that was all it was, practice. She hadn’t seen a real battle herself yet.
Carefully she added her bamboo pole to the pile of offering and took a moment for quiet contemplation. She was young yet, but she would do her best to grow in strength and skill in the hope that one day, she might be a great warrior too.
“Speech”
The distinct sound of bamboo clattering on stone cuts through the low rumble of chatter, and a few familiars stifle giggles but are quickly shushed by others. You glance around and feel heat flood your face, you make to try and leave quickly, preserve your dignity you find you… Can’t.
You try to lift your paw to turn around but something holds it to the ground, something is restraining it. You look down and swallow a yelp of fear as you notice a little green shoot that has somehow pushed through the stone, it has wrapped around your toes and is holding you fast, you try to squirm yourself free but the little plant is surprisingly strong, you go to lift your other forepaw to try and pull yourself free but with a familiar feeling, you find it is restrained. You swallow down your rising panic and glancing behind you you confirm that all four of your paws are restrained by little green plants.
You take a moment to try and breathe, the plants don’t seem to be creeping higher, just holding you still and you consider your options for a moment, deciding you had little other option you lean down to try and pull at the plants around your right paw with your teeth, but the moment your muzzle gets close it twitches, and with such a speed you hardly see it, an offshoot of the plant shoots directly into your mouth instantly triggering your gag reflex and you wobble as you cough and try to clear your throat. The plant had pulled back just as fast as it had attacked and it seems to curl back, waiting for you to try again. So you’re just… Stuck.
“Okay that’s enough.” A growling voice breaks through your thoughts and you lift your gaze to look at the tabby who seems to be looking up at the statue with a disapproving stare. You wait, nothing happens and the cat gives a quick nod of its head then looks at you apologetically. You instinctually glance down and notice the plants are gone, not even a crack in the stone it could have grown through… You notice a pouch hanging from a cord around your neck though. “Sometimes value is easy to miss.” The cat says, seeming to be offering an apology. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, deciding it’s probably better to leave before you end up stuck here again.
You have received:
100 Gemstones have been added to your credits.