Lan had, in her rather depressed state gone to Halloween with the intention to find something to do that would bring cheer and maybe, if shared, be enjoyed by others as well. What she had not thought, was that perhaps, adopting several dozen foxfires ‘temporarily’ was not the most brilliant of moves and she’d be the one having to take care of each and every single one. All she had been thinking was that she was sad, they were giving her the cutest, saddest little foxfire eyes from behind their cages, just begging to be adopted and given a loving home.
Adopting them, Lan reasoned, was fine. They could eat pests and if they proved to be a pest well war always wanted targets for practice and famine always needed more specimens. They could live in her yard, frolic maybe out and about- be cute and soft and just maybe bring a small joy back to her day and to the lives of other horsemen.
What Lan got, was chaos. Total and utter chaos.
In her grand idea she’d failed to account for the fact that no, these foxfires were not trained, no, these foxfires were not just going to let you pick them up to cuddle, (rather, they would bite and put up a fuss). The foxfires also were not exactly happy with the fact that Lan had tried to keep them in her yard. Almost immediately they had begun to dig their way to freedom, running off father than the noble turned soldier could catch.
Biting her lip, Lan realized her plan was both poorly thought out, she shouldn’t make plans when depressed, and that foxfires were far more sinister than she had given them credit for initially. Slightly mortified and horrified, Lan realized she’d not be able to gather the foxfires on her own, so she enlisted the help of whoever wished to. The reward? Aside from her gratitude, she would award the one who returned the most fixfires to her, dead or alive, not just silver seeds but a rather rare and exotic minipet that was prized for it’s fur- a gaiteon. She figured it was at the very least, somewhat enticing. They could do whatever they wanted with it- lan personally had been planning on making it into a nice shawl. Maybe some other pony could keep it as a pet or make it into that sawl. Not her problem.
What was Lan’s problem was the fact all her foxfires had gotten out and she needed to get them back. So much for depressed cuddling into a pile of cute fuzzy faces.
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Lan had adopted a hell of a bunch of foxfires and brought them to the horsemen tower in an attempt to combat her sadness. However foxfires are not ideal and have naturally escaped as foxfires do. They are not wearing cute festive sweaters either. But Lan needs them back, knowing they can’t just be all over the tower willy nilly. In exchange for the return of foxfires, she will be handing out various rewards. These are both IC and OoC. IC can be pretty much anything your horseman can request, (within reason). OoC there is:
Gatitoeon RE
Animal Wayward Sons (Dean)
Dragonkit Ruin
Lost Stray (Famine Heir Alt)
Inkjar Four Clans x1
Aromatic Mushrooms x200 (comes as 100 per prize)
Super aromatic mushrooms x100 (Comes as 50 per prize)
Basically, to ‘play’ your horsemen is told that foxfires have broken out, and a Conquest soldier is paying premium to see them brought back dead or alive. All you have to do is roll a simple 1d20 and ‘turn in’ that many foxfires. A running tally of how many foxfires that have been turned in will be kept- After all, who is to say some foxfires that you return really are the ones she lost? No one knows for sure.
You can roll once, and after a few days, (or like 5+ people idk how many will play), those scores become ‘tickets’ which then will be used to raffle off the winners. When you roll/turn in the foxfires you can state your prefs or just wait until I roll.
Upon returning the foxfires, no matter dead or alive or even if they’re the ones she lost or not, your horsemen is greeted by this reaction:
Her face rose and fell swiftly as you hand her those you have captured. Though she seems pleased, the fact that she is muttering about what wretched creatures foxfires are can be heard. The former noble sets them into a empty carrier which is quickly stuffed to the brim before closed. It is a bit cruel, but then she doesn’t seem in the mood to pander to the sad misleading faces of the tiny fuzz balls. “Thank you.” She says with a bow. “Please, tell me what you want”
If you want an IC reward, quote me.
OoC Reward:
“That is fine. Give me one moment and I’ll have that right out for you.”
List of Tickets
Gatitoeon RE
Animal Wayward Sons (Dean)
Dragonkit Ruin
Lost Stray (Famine Heir Alt)
Inkjar Four Clans x1
Aromatic Mushrooms x200 (comes as 100 per prize)
Super aromatic mushrooms x100 (Comes as 50 per prize)
Basically, to ‘play’ your horsemen is told that foxfires have broken out, and a Conquest soldier is paying premium to see them brought back dead or alive. All you have to do is roll a simple 1d20 and ‘turn in’ that many foxfires. A running tally of how many foxfires that have been turned in will be kept- After all, who is to say some foxfires that you return really are the ones she lost? No one knows for sure.
You can roll once, and after a few days, (or like 5+ people idk how many will play), those scores become ‘tickets’ which then will be used to raffle off the winners. When you roll/turn in the foxfires you can state your prefs or just wait until I roll.
Upon returning the foxfires, no matter dead or alive or even if they’re the ones she lost or not, your horsemen is greeted by this reaction:
Her face rose and fell swiftly as you hand her those you have captured. Though she seems pleased, the fact that she is muttering about what wretched creatures foxfires are can be heard. The former noble sets them into a empty carrier which is quickly stuffed to the brim before closed. It is a bit cruel, but then she doesn’t seem in the mood to pander to the sad misleading faces of the tiny fuzz balls. “Thank you.” She says with a bow. “Please, tell me what you want”
If you want an IC reward, quote me.
OoC Reward:
“That is fine. Give me one moment and I’ll have that right out for you.”
List of Tickets
