Better Late Than Never [CA, Solo]

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

It was big news around the town, some new NPCs had arrived from seemingly nowhere and were asking any willing adventurers for assistance. It was no surprise that a large number of people flocked to them almost immediately. Weegee watched from a nearby rooftop, waiting patiently for the crowds to thin so that he might speak with them as well. Hour after hour passed and the day was nearly done as the robed figure began to prepare to leave. Weegee finally was able to leap down from his perch and approach the robed figure, rubbing the back of his slightly.



"Please pardon my late arrival, I had been waiting for the... correct time to approach. I know not if you noticed my, location before hand, but sadly I was unable to actually hear your speech to the masses. If of course you feel up to it, I would definitely be grateful to hear your message and perhaps offer my assistance as well."



His monotone voice caused the robed figure to turn around and even from this angle the hood of the robe cast their features into indistinguishable shadow. Though their voice did seem to betray their gender somewhat, Weegee could not be sure as he had met a few women who sounded like men in his life.



"Ah, well it is late but I think I can perhaps spare the time. You see, we are Landers as well as sages of the Messier Order. We recently uncovered an ancient artifact, a strange stone tablet. However, the artifact is broken."



The robed figure produced a stone tablet from their sleeve and handed it to Weegee with a nod.



"As... you are somewhat late, we have no more of the Divining Rods on hand, but if you follow us to our room, I believe I have one more that I can give you. If, of course you are still willing, I can tell you more about this along the way."



Weegee looked over the tablet with a blank expression, even despite the growing excitement he held within him.



"Why, I would be more than happy to assist."

Word Count: 355| 
Talker Colors: Weegee, Zeek, NPCs
Notes:

by requiem of <remoor>

[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

Weegee followed along with the sages, carrying some of their supplies for them as an apology for coming to them so late in the day. The figure he had spoken with about the tablet continued their conversation as they made their way through the empty streets.



"We had been searching many areas using our magical artifacts and various other techniques when we discovered this piece of the tablet. It was on the coastline, the Thames Coastline to be exact, where we found this piece. As you could see, it is missing some rather important pieces, which we could only guess have broken off due to the raising and lowering of the tides. The item we shall be handing off to you, the Divining Rod, is a wand that will assist you in finding the pieces of the artifact by glowing with mana when you are nearby. This should allow you to find the pieces in order to have the artifact repaired. We believe any artisan with some modicum of skill should be able to do the work, if you are or know of one. Ah, well, here we are then."



The sage had continued explaining things even as they all had walked into the courtyard of their residence. Weegee set the supplies he had been carrying down next to the door as they stepped inside, before returning with a small white branch in their hand. The robed figure handed the object to Weegee with a nod as they spoke once more.



"This is the Rod, I hope you are able to find all of the pieces required to fix the tablet. Once you have it restored, please return to us so that we might find out its secrets."



Weegee gave a nod to the sage as he stored the Rod in his inventory.



"I shall return then when all the pieces are restored and, of course, you ae not swarmed with people. Farewell for now."



And with that, he leaped onto the roof of the nearest building and began making his way out of town, headed straight for the Thames Coastline.

Word Count: 351| 
Talker Colors: Weegee, Zeek, NPCs
Notes:

by requiem of <remoor>