RPG event - Quest NPC Contact

[thalassino]

◣ Quest NPC Contact ◢

Below is a place to thread out quick little conversations with the NPCs that aren't worth an entire log. Vatheon's staple NPCs will have postings here, and all the other new quest NPCs will simply be listed under the "Quest NPCs" comment header. Please put in the subject line which quest you're talking with an NPC about!

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[thalassino]

More... permanent?

[He waves his hands frantically.]

Hey, I don't want to hurt the kids, I just want them to stop messing up the store!

[aim_exorable]

Hurt them? What made you think I was talking about that?

[Besides the tone. And the fact that he looks like he can bench press a bus.]

I was simply thinking of a way to trap them and give them a punishment of some sort, perhaps something to humiliate them so that they're shamed into behaving properly.

[thalassino]

Oh.

[He relaxes a bit. Sorry Darkleer, but you're just pretty intimidating in general.]

You think that would work? They're a pretty shameless bunch. They've been running around bragging about it!

[aim_exorable]

That just means this will be an even greater blow to their pride. If they've done it before, then they'll surely do it again.

I can promise you that we will catch them. Arty has been getting... annoyed.

[That is a pretty grouchy looking musclebeast there.]

[thalassino]

Well... all right, then. Just don't hurt 'em. They're still kids, even if they are being a bunch of little jerks.

[The baker has a sneaking suspicion that the kids might not have much control over their mess making, though. Just like he suddenly can't bring himself to clean it up. Strange, that.]

[aim_exorable]

[Gosh darned NPCs.]

Don't worry, we won't. Arty, when you're done cleaning, could you come and help me?

[And off they go. Don't worry if they start bringing in weird... things, baker. It's go big or go home when you're an engineer.]

[thalassino]

[He continues his job, strangely unimpeded by any work Darkleer is doing. It seems that only the mess outside stops him from doing his job. NPCs are a strange lot.]

[aim_exorable]

[Eventually, Darkleer and Arty finish setting up whatever it is they just did, and back off, waiting for the hooligans to show up again. This is personal, now, and they'll see through it to the end.]

[thalassino]

[Sure enough, late that night after the baker closes up, the hooligans roll back through to mess everything up. They're in for a nasty surprise!]

[aim_exorable]

[Once they're all inside, something heavy and metal seems to slam down all around them, blocking off escape. Did he somehow get a cage in this little bakery?]

[Yes. Yes he did.]

[The sound of heavy hoofsteps is loud, and Arty starts to stride up, looking menacing with his mustache bristling.]

[thalassino]

Woah! Shit, man, what's going on?

That lady didn't say anything about cages bro, I dunno!

[Sounds like someone might have put them up to this. They freeze when they see Arty. WHAT IS THAT EVEN?]

[aim_exorable]

[He is the most beautiful beast in all of creation and you punks better motherfudging respect that]

[Still, Darkleer is quite interested in who this lady is of theirs, so he slips out to stand alongside Arty.]

You know, you boys have been making Arty quite stressed with these messes. He hasn't had any time to relax, and his udder has been getting very sore. I think you owe him a pleasant milking, since he hasn't had time to do it himself.

[Armed with some nice big jars, he opens the cage so Arty can slip inside. Try and escape, he dares you mothermooers]

[thalassino]

This isn't fair! That nurse didn't say anything about milking a muscle-thing, she just said we had to mess up this store front until the curse was over!

Yeah, man, cut us a break! Would YOU tell her no?

[...well, would he tell her no?]

[aim_exorable]

[It is a good point. Darkleer rubs his chin thoughtfully.]

...Depending on how much misery my life is full of, possibly. Regardless, you still have to milk Arty. He's very stressed after cleaning up all your messes.

[thalassino]

This isn't fair! I don't want man tits to be the first tits I touch!

Aww, gross...

[Craning their necks backward as much as they possibly can, the boys set to milking Arty. Please don't squirt them in the face or kick them, Arty.]

[aim_exorable]

They aren't "tits". It is an udder, thank you very much.

[Arty doesn't much seem to care to make the correction himself, just sighing with relief as he's milked. Don't worry, boys, the only person who can direct a squirt to themselves is you. He'll hold back on the kicking.]

[Darkleer just reads a book as he waits, and only looks up when Arty finally gives a slight tapping of his hooves. All the bottles have been filled. It is a good day for Zahhaks.]

[Not for the kids, but hey.]

He seems to be happy now. [Darkleer unlocks the door to the trap and holds it open for everyone inside.] You are free to go. This punishment will be put into effect again if we catch wind of you causing trouble.

[thalassino]

Okay man, just let us go home!

[They might swear up and down now that they won't do this again tomorrow, but the Head Nurse is a scary lady. Hopefully Darkleer understands.]

[aim_exorable]

[At least he tried. And he has more jugs of milk!]

You're free to go. [A click, and the cage rises.]