Singing the Octarch’s Praises |
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Required: Inviting Talent quest. |
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→ Go to
Tyrus Beaut |
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YOU: Hello, I thought I would stop by and see what is going on. |
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Tyrus: Rumour spreads that a certain citizen of Hydlaa wishes to offer an ode in honour of the Octarch of the Dome. |
Tyrus: I am able, of course, but want more information. |
Tyrus: Please go to Loren Chama and ask him about the poem, or perhaps just mentioning my name would be enough to get him thinking, then return to me. |
Tyrus: Will you do so? |
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YOU: Sure, I can do that. Might learn something interesting. |
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Tyrus: Many thanks, good Madam. |
Tyrus: I await your return. |
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-Tyrus starts humming quietly while gently plucking at kra's harp.- |
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→ Go to
Loren Chama |
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YOU: Tyrus Beaut sent me to learn of the poem you wish to present to the Octarch. |
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Loren: That name is indeed familiar, and I would not object to commissioning some work from this Kran. |
Loren: While I do adore the statue you procured for me for the Octarch's birthday, I feel I need to do a bit more to make the gift stand out. |
Loren: I'm sure you understand. |
Loren: Well, I recently heard that not only has this Tyrus Beaut character recently acquired a new harp to accompany kra's little ditties, but that word of this Kran's masterful verse has already reached the Octarch's ears. |
Loren: I wonder… |
Loren: what if it were I who got this Beaut fellow to write a tribute honouring the Octarch? |
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-Loren's eyes glaze over as he continues.- |
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Loren: I could read it while giving the Octarch his statue! |
Loren: It would be rather stirring, and I'm sure that it would cause my name to be remembered. |
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-Loren pauses slightly as his eyes focus back on you.- |
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Loren: Please, go inform Tyrus Beaut that I wish to commission a tribute to the Octarch. |
Loren: I'll make sure you're compensated, as usual. |
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→ Go to
Tyrus Beaut |
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YOU: Loren wishes to commission you to do the tribute poem. |
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Tyrus: I would be very pleased to do so. |
Tyrus: To be fair, my fee is usually five octa for such works. |
Tyrus: Tell Loren this, and see if he will agree. |
Tyrus: While almost nothing would please me more than having one of my works performed in front of the Octarch, I must eat. |
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→ Go to
Loren Chama |
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YOU: Tyrus requires five octa for the commission of the poem. |
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Loren: Oh, dear. |
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-Loren shakes his head.- |
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Loren: That's quite high. |
Loren: Five octa is a bit much for me to part with right now. |
Loren: You see, I am saving my coin to buy the most lovely pterosaur. |
Loren: It's really the next step to ensure my welcome amongst the well-to-do of Hydlaa. |
Loren: Shall I send you to bargain with Tyrus Beaut on my behalf? |
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Possible Ways: 3 |
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Way 1: |
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YOU: I cannot haggle!. |
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Loren: Yes, it would be embarrassing for one of my station to allow a lowly street performer to dictate terms to me… |
Loren: and such outrageous terms at that! |
Loren: I will not be bullied into such a ridiculous arrangement. |
Loren: Well, then, tell that ambitious Kran I offer fifty tria. |
Loren: I'll not go higher. |
Loren: Here they are. |
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→ Go to
Tyrus Beaut |
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YOU: hands Tyrus the purse of tria. |
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-Tyrus counts out the coins.- |
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Tyrus: That is a fifth of what I ask for! |
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-The Kran's eyes start to flash like precious stones in the light.- |
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Tyrus: Very well. |
Tyrus: Never let it be said that I refuse to write. |
Tyrus: The man shall have his poem. |
Tyrus: Stay near, I will finish quickly. |
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-Tyrus begins making furious notes on a piece of parchment.- |
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-Occasionally, the quill bites so hard into the sheet that it makes a small hole.- |
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-Tyrus finishes with an irritated flourish.- |
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Tyrus: There, my tale is told. |
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-Tyrus gives a tight smile… whether the tightness is from anger or a result of the Kran's stony face, you cannot tell.- |
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Tyrus: The nobles think that all of Yliakum owes them dues. |
Tyrus: Here is his poem. |
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-Tyrus Beaut thrusts the sheet of parchment into your hands.- |
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Tyrus: May the words choke him. |
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→ Go to
Loren Chama |
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YOU: Here is your poem. |
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Loren: I knew you would convince that Beaut character to see sense! |
Loren: I'm anxious to see what this Kran has come up with. |
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-Loren opens the parchment and starts reading; his face grows visibly paler as the seconds go by.- |
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-Loren finishes reading and he looks up at you, his face suddenly purple.- |
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Loren: This is outrageous! |
Loren: Just… |
Loren: just listen to this nonsense! |
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-Loren Chama begins reading.- |
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Loren: -Salikarios, champion of Hydlaa!- |
Loren: -Keeper of parties, eater of dainty treats!- |
Loren: -Give him a pretty gift, witness him beaming!- |
Loren: -Eagle eyes, feastmates, let us see whom he greets.- |
Loren: -Everyone present kens, Octarch included…- |
Loren: -That ambition, not tribute, impels such fetes!- |
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-Loren Chama looks distraught.- |
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Loren: I'd be launched headfirst into the Azure Sun if I presented this! |
Loren: It's dreadful! |
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-Loren sighs.- |
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Loren: It's not your fault, however. |
Loren: The blame lies solely with that upstart Kran. |
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-Loren gives you some tria.- |
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Loren: So please, take this with my thanks for your efforts. |
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Way 2, 3: |
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YOU: Sure, I can give it a try. |
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Loren: Excellent! |
Loren: Please, ask Tyrus Beaut if one hundred tria is enough. |
Loren: I will give it to you in advance in case negotiations go well. |
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-Loren hands you a sack of 100 tria.- |
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→ Go to
Tyrus Beaut |
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YOU: Is 100 tria enough? |
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-Tyrus looks up at you.- |
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Tyrus: My good Madam, there are many who pay me more for my efforts. |
Tyrus: Such customers come first, and other work needs must suffer for it. |
Tyrus: If Loren Chama pays the full five octa, then I can take the time to give this verse its due with my integrity intact. |
Tyrus: Can Loren give more tria? |
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Way 2: |
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YOU: no |
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Tyrus: Well then. |
Tyrus: I am sorry I have not more time to honour the Octarch properly, I have a ballad that simply must be completed by tomorrow. |
Tyrus: So, I must pen it now and pray it does justice to the Octarch. |
Tyrus: Hold here, it will soon be done. |
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-Tyrus takes a seat before you, and starts writing.- |
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-Tyrus frowns and crosses out a few words, changes some others.- |
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-Tyrus copies the poem to a fresh sheet of parchment.- |
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Tyrus: My best effort, given the amount of time allowed. |
Tyrus: Give me the tria, and Loren shall have his song of praise. |
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→ Go to
Tyrus Beaut |
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→ Go to
Loren Chama |
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Loren: I see that you are a skilful negotiator. |
Loren: Let us see what our bard has come up with. |
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-Loren unfolds the parchment and begins reading.- |
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Loren: Yes, yes, this will do quite nicely. |
Loren: A very pleasant little compliment to the Octarch, I think. |
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-Loren gives you three hexa.- |
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Loren: Thank you for your trouble. |
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QUEST COMPLETED |
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Rewards: 2107 Tria, 10800 XP. |
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