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MINGLE LOG 001

Bring On The Welcome Union

I. Hearty Welcome.

It has been some time since Travelers have joined the citizens of Restoria and the Cities are excited to show their appreciation! A large festival has been planned for the First Seventh (the beginning seventh of the Restorian sun cycle) and occurring at the Greenhouse of Unity with a beautiful aurora display in the sky accompanied by music and dancing and fireworks to greet them for their stay.

Some business owners and artisans will even give out free items to welcome you, from unique jewelry meant to hold the reore you are sure to earn, to clothing meant to help you stay warm in the City of Cloud, or glowing gemlights, meant to help you navigate the underground tunnels of the City of Stone when needed. It will continue on with various Restorians performing special acts and feats of magic with different stones, a display of some of the skills that can be learned as you train and continue to strengthen your bonds to the world and the people in it. With all of this revelry and burgeoning camaraderie, you may feel swayed to strike out and meet new people, introduce yourself to others and even get in a cuddle on a soft cushion or warm bench. If you would like to take the stage and perform yourself, people will be more than encouraging!

All of this ends in a large banquet in the Hall of Communion. The chefs will even ask you for requests, seeking to replicate recipes of foods you know and love, to help you feel more at home. Although you may notice that the food on Restoria is not exactly like the foods on your own worlds and the chefs may get creative in recreating the recipe as "faithfully" as possible.

But don't worry, they are sure you will adore it if you just give it a try. All of the food is very filling and may increase those warm, fuzzy feelings of friendship.

As the festivities wind down, you'll be escorted back to the dormitories if needed with many thanks, but should you choose to walk the Greenhouse during the Second Shift for the Greenhouse of Unity, remember that the number of guards have been increased, and they insist on accompanying you so you don't feel alone. If you refuse, they'll remain a respectful distance away, but eyes are often watching.

II. Easy Breezy

A strong wind blows by you through the pavilion of the Greenhouse and should you turn to look at its source, you'll find people floating, spinning and soaring up into the air. A large insignia of the House of Cloud has been drawn over the ground, taking up quite a bit of space. Surrounding the seal are several glowing stones on staffs softly floating a few inches off the ground. Members of the House of Cloud walk around the perimeter ensuring that people can safely enjoy their Airwalks.

They turn to you and ask if you would like a walk yourself! Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. Just step onto the seal with both feet and you'll feel lighter, your steps barely touching the ground until gravity leaves you altogether. You'll lift into the air, feeling the soft winds taking you higher and higher. You can twirl, spin, do somersaults, or shoot yourself up into the air. Just be careful not to bump into anyone else and not to go beyond the reach of the Tree or you'll find yourself untethered and plummeting back down to the ground. As long as you are within the seal, you can fly, but try to leave and the trip back down will be swift. Hopefully, someone will be there to slow your fall.

III. Strong Armed

There's the noise of thuds and thumps and loud cheers coming from a different area of the pavilion. Turning to look, you'll see another group of people standing within a large insignia of the House of Stone. The people of Stone are very happy that Travelers have come, allowing them to show off one of their favorite pastimes: blacksmithing! It is a skill that existed long, long ago on Restoria as an important need for survival, but as Restorias have ascended to immortality, it has turned into a hobby meant to test skill, detail, and efficiency. Being intune with the old traditions is very important to them.

And so many of the blacksmith hobbyists have brought their simple armors and blunted weapons for you to try on and test out. There are wooden dummies, stone pillars, and even protective stones you can wear, just in case. Please feel free to spar with one another to test how strong the armor is, or have a playful match to see who has more skill with a blade. All in good fun and with the knowledge you'll be expected to shake hands or even hug when you are done. No hard feelings!

IV. Standing Quest: Herb-A-Reore

Reward: 💎 Reore
Skills Required: None
Skills Gained: Botany
Expires: Never

With the large influx of Travelers, so comes the Merging, where the worlds of the visitors and Restoria begin to mesh and mix. The Sentinels take care to catalog many of these changes, including the new flora that show up around the cities, which they carefully cultivate in the large Conservatory. With the Travelers available, they request assistance in cataloging all of these new arrivals.

Please see the Standing Quest Log to make a top level for the quest! All threads must occur on the quest log to count for quest rewards!

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NAVIGATION

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[indeed, Ben's positioning is part to avoid any mishaps or uh, "reactions" to flying, but also the best place to watch from. He knows potential entertainment when he sees it, and anyone who volunteers for this flying nonsense is the entertainment, sorry]

Feel free, commentary's always better with more than one person. [he quirks a faint grin and takes the offered hand, his handshake firm but also careful at the same time]

Likewise, I'm Ben. [and then, conversationally] So is any of this at all familiar to you or are you as out of place as I am?

Quite honestly? It's all mostly foreign to me. I don't even think Draconic is a language here, [he says, as if it were a common enough language within his own land, which it wasn't.] I've scouted for some possible overlap--there was a fellow at the banquet who could parallel some context that I understood. But.

[But. The counterpoint dies on his tongue.]

At least we can be out of place together.

[Ishaq's momentary doubt evaporates as he grins at Ben again.]

Rather makes us work-partners, doesn't it? Same adventuring party and such.

I have never heard of Draconian but I'm pretty sure no one speaks Spanish or Hungarian here either, so.

[not that he speaks either fluently, but those are minor details. He can't help but snort, amused at the thought of being part of any kind of adventuring whatever. Honestly, it all still seems incredibly fantasy to him; he probably will never get used to it]

Out of place co-workers, nice. Haven't had a co-worker in years. [he frees a hand to scratch at his cheek] I dunno about the adventuring part, though.

Those... [Ishaq scrunched his face, scrutinizing his memory.] Yeah, those I've never heard of. [He who had learned so many languages native to the cultural deluge that was the Raithir Empire found his knowledge to be but a fraction of the grander planes--and that thrills Ishaq. He watches Ben with undivided attention, a mixture of curiosity and delight on his face.]

Hard to divorce adventure from party, [he says, tapping his chin.] But I can accommodate. Maybe just a small adventure, to see how you like the taste.

Yeah, not surprised. [he shrugs easily] Just means I can curse at people and they'll have no idea what I'm saying. [it's only half a joke; Ben isn't shy about cursing at people in English, but doing it in another language just adds some fun to it]

Trial adventure? [his lips twitch] I can do a small one to try it out. Might not have a choice here regardless.

Heck of a benefit, [he says, his laugh bright and easy. At Ben's agreement to their trial adventure, Ishaq throws his hands skyward, his elbows jutting out in celebratory angles.]

Yes! Although--bit of a damper at the end, questioning your free will. [He plants both hands on his hips, his burgundy tunic ruffled by the pleasant breeze.]

You've got a sardonic wit.

[the gesture startles Ben a little and he leans back, but he can't help but laugh as well. Ishaq has some enthusiasm. Ben almost envies him]

That's me, mister sardonic wit. [he sounds like he's taking it as a compliment] But I'm just being realistic. Pessimistic? One of those.

Then we're a perfect match. [The breeze picks up, blowing his carefully sculpted hair every which way. Ishaq barely notices, or cares little; his burning attention rests fully on Ben.]

I'm optimistic. [Hands slip into his pockets.] Sometimes to a fault.

[What some might consider humility, Ishaq calls fair warning.]

Should we find someplace less windy? Preferably an enclosed area with some kind of alcohol. Maybe snacks. Alcoholic snacks?

[Ben can't remember the last time someone's ever been so focused on him. At least, not in a malicious way. Into his pockets his hands go too, shoulders slumping into their usual slouch]

That's terrible. [he's joking, but also: optimism is terrible] My sarcasm gets kind of morbid sometimes, fair warning.

[at least he too is up front about it. He glances over to the fools risking flight, squinting before he shrugs a shoulder]

You don't want me drinking, but I'm down for snacks.

You're honest with yourself, [the approval beams in his throat,] which I can't help but admire.

[Heading southward, Ishaq scans back towards the pavilion and briefly considers a jaunt through the Greenhouse. But it would be cruel, he thinks, to delay Ben a snack.]

So many fascinating facets to this world, isn't there? Strange overlap dancing with things utterly foreign to me. I'm just relieved we both speak Common.

I dunno if you should admire that, it gets me in trouble sometimes. [because being honest with himself meant he was honest with everyone else and, well, he has a problem running his mouth.

He lets Ishaq take the lead, following just a step behind with his hands in his pockets]

It all feels pretty foreign to me, like I've been tossed into some fantasy novel. [a confused pause] Do you mean English?

[The question gives him pause.]

I don't... is that what you'd call this, [he points at his mouth, his brows drawn closely together,] particular tongue?

[Uncanny, how the same language could be known as something else altogether, somewhere else. He can't relieve himself of the curiosity.]

Why a fantasy novel? [Ishaq asks, one finger scratching his pointed elven ear.]

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I mean . . . it sounds like English to me? [which was odd, now that he thought about it] Could be wrong - at least, that ain't what it's called here.

[who even knows, he certainly doesn't. He glances at Ishaq as he scratches at and ear and - okay no, don't laugh, don't give off the wrong impression. But he does look incredibly amused]

Well for one, ain't no one like you where I'm from. [maybe he isn't an elf, maybe he's something else, so he isn't going to assume] Magic and all this - medieval stuff, though. That's what screams fantasy novel to me. Not in a bad way, but -

My world is the complete opposite.

MINGLE LOG 001: Bring On The Welcome Union

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