Post by Oliver on Dec 5, 2018 0:16:10 GMT -5
Mission Name: The Only Cure
Mission Rank: E
Mission Summary: An outbreak of the flu has swept through the Iron City. Your job is to deliver some parcels of medicine to the nearest hospital. Should you lose the packages, or not deliver them on time, your payment is forfeit. Hop to it!
NPCs: N/A
Village: Unaffiliated
Location: The Iron City
Requirements: N/A
Repeats: Yes
Rewards: 5 exp, 500 ryo
The world was cold and bitter, the harsh winter chill having taken the Iron City firmly from the dying throes of autumn. Rattled coughs and wheezes echoed throughout the streets, and Oliver found himself looking towards the stones below- he managed to vaccinate himself in time, but it wasn't quite the case with the majority of the citizens in the prosperous metropolis. The sun beat down upon his neck and purple hair, providing slight warmth in an otherwise unforgiving environment. His heavy scholar's robes, impractical in the summer heat, were surprisingly effective at keeping out the biting frost. His leather boots clacked rhythmically on the road. Due to the temperature and current epidemic of the flu, he was one of the only few outside. Supposedly, a doctor on the other side of the city needed assistance in the delivering of some packages. Although he wasn't made fully aware of their contents, an educated guess or two had him deducing fairly safely that it was assorted medicines and other medical supplies. He sighed softly to himself. His monocle, a soft brass, was uncomfortably cool in the air. He adjusted it with his left hand, careful not to smudge the glass with his fingerprints. Should it happen, though, he had a handkerchief tucked away in a hidden pocket that he could put to good use... After a few more minutes of walking, he found himself in the front of an oddly constructed building. It was made partly of stone, partly of wood, and the windows of the structure were awfully small- perhaps it had been a fort at one point? Either that, or whoever had been hired to plan it was grossly incompetent. He rapped gently at a solid wooden door. He waited around two minutes before it opened and two heavy packages were shunted into his hands. He blinked awkwardly, noticing a small envelope on the top. Was this his payment...? A small ryo note sticking out said it was. Huh. He was used to getting paid after the mission was complete... Shrugging to himself, he sent a bit of chakra to his arms, and proceeded down the streets of the Iron City. He took a few winding alleys and shortcuts through suspicious locations, but Oliver was pretty confident in his ability to subdue attackers. He wasn't labeled a rising prodigy in the field of genjutsu for no reason, after all. A few odd strangers noticed his packages, and he assumed they knew what they were, but ultimately, nobody tried to bother him. Good. A chill breeze swept through the street, ruffling his hair and robes. There were worse ways to spend an afternoon, he supposed- the pay for such a job was meager, but that wasn't why he had taken it. He genuinely wanted to help. Arriving at the hospital was a mellow affair- he was thanked by a man wearing a surgical mask, who promptly patted him on the shoulder and called him a good lad. The door was immediately closed in his face afterwards, leaving him alone outside. He scratched his ear. Oh well.
(exit)
[WC: 516]
Claiming:
-15 exp (5 from mission, 10 from 500 words)
-500 ryo
-5 stats
-http://ninja-odyssey.freeforums.net/thread/86/rasengan (-25 exp, new total 16)
Mission Rank: E
Mission Summary: An outbreak of the flu has swept through the Iron City. Your job is to deliver some parcels of medicine to the nearest hospital. Should you lose the packages, or not deliver them on time, your payment is forfeit. Hop to it!
NPCs: N/A
Village: Unaffiliated
Location: The Iron City
Requirements: N/A
Repeats: Yes
Rewards: 5 exp, 500 ryo
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The world was cold and bitter, the harsh winter chill having taken the Iron City firmly from the dying throes of autumn. Rattled coughs and wheezes echoed throughout the streets, and Oliver found himself looking towards the stones below- he managed to vaccinate himself in time, but it wasn't quite the case with the majority of the citizens in the prosperous metropolis. The sun beat down upon his neck and purple hair, providing slight warmth in an otherwise unforgiving environment. His heavy scholar's robes, impractical in the summer heat, were surprisingly effective at keeping out the biting frost. His leather boots clacked rhythmically on the road. Due to the temperature and current epidemic of the flu, he was one of the only few outside. Supposedly, a doctor on the other side of the city needed assistance in the delivering of some packages. Although he wasn't made fully aware of their contents, an educated guess or two had him deducing fairly safely that it was assorted medicines and other medical supplies. He sighed softly to himself. His monocle, a soft brass, was uncomfortably cool in the air. He adjusted it with his left hand, careful not to smudge the glass with his fingerprints. Should it happen, though, he had a handkerchief tucked away in a hidden pocket that he could put to good use... After a few more minutes of walking, he found himself in the front of an oddly constructed building. It was made partly of stone, partly of wood, and the windows of the structure were awfully small- perhaps it had been a fort at one point? Either that, or whoever had been hired to plan it was grossly incompetent. He rapped gently at a solid wooden door. He waited around two minutes before it opened and two heavy packages were shunted into his hands. He blinked awkwardly, noticing a small envelope on the top. Was this his payment...? A small ryo note sticking out said it was. Huh. He was used to getting paid after the mission was complete... Shrugging to himself, he sent a bit of chakra to his arms, and proceeded down the streets of the Iron City. He took a few winding alleys and shortcuts through suspicious locations, but Oliver was pretty confident in his ability to subdue attackers. He wasn't labeled a rising prodigy in the field of genjutsu for no reason, after all. A few odd strangers noticed his packages, and he assumed they knew what they were, but ultimately, nobody tried to bother him. Good. A chill breeze swept through the street, ruffling his hair and robes. There were worse ways to spend an afternoon, he supposed- the pay for such a job was meager, but that wasn't why he had taken it. He genuinely wanted to help. Arriving at the hospital was a mellow affair- he was thanked by a man wearing a surgical mask, who promptly patted him on the shoulder and called him a good lad. The door was immediately closed in his face afterwards, leaving him alone outside. He scratched his ear. Oh well.
(exit)
[WC: 516]
Claiming:
-15 exp (5 from mission, 10 from 500 words)
-500 ryo
-5 stats
-http://ninja-odyssey.freeforums.net/thread/86/rasengan (-25 exp, new total 16)
