Quest:
The Approaching Curve
Quest Giver: Allium Larinfor
Allium would seek to investigate rumors on the wind.
Rewards: $75, 1500 XP
[mothman accepts the quest. they would quite like 75 dollars to buy more shiny things, as the lights strung on their neck have finally lost power.]
"Ah, Mothman, was it? Apologies for the sudden approach, you seem to prefer solitude, but... Ah, how do I word this? Word has spread of some... unusual abilities you bear, and I wished to investigate- if my theories prove correct, we may not be so different.
If you'd rather not though, I understand. Do not feel obligated to agree if it would cause thy displeasure."
oh. yeah, i can do some stuff.
[it tilts its head, shaking out its fuzz.]
uh... what do you mean by that though. specifically. - mothman
“To cut to the meat of the matter, I speak of thy ability to see into the future. It is reminiscent of my own Echo, and far more that of others I have seen - which is incredibly odd, considering none in this land should bear such a power.” “I must ask, though, before we begin - you can do it on command, yes?”
i can try
what are you, exactly? - mothman
There is a moment's hesitation, before she speaks; "A traveler from a far-off land, one which i may never be able to return to." It's not a lie, per se, but it's not the whole truth. "I held some standing there, and was blessed with the Traveler's Ward, a power I believed was only found in lands as replete with aether as my own." Now she's telling the truth.
[mothman stares at her. they look a bit... sad? disappointed, more like.]
okay. - mothman
"I should be able to tell if it's the Echo pretty much instantly, if prior experience with other Echo-bearers is anything to go by- though even if it is not, I may be able to glean some knowledge from how it differs." She seems hopeful, but her tone betrays doubts.
"Shall we begin, then?"
alright. is this going to like, hurt or psychologically damage me or anything - mothman
"...You might get a mild headache. Always happens for me- you get used to it. Well, I say mild, but that's coming from someone who regularly gets punched in the face by elder gods, so... take that as you will."
"That should be all, though."
[their antennae twitches. they squint cautiously at allium, thinking this over for a second, before they chitter in resignation.]
go ahead - mothman
