Private Quest Eastern Brisshal [Trinity Quest] Honeyhome Sweet Home

[Kamala Graham]

Honeyhome
Eastern Brisshal

Spoiler: Theme

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Adventurers Guild

Honeyhome, Eastern Brisshal

How long has it been since Kamala was in this area? Honeyhome was the first respite from the wilds she had ever experienced in this game. It was the first home she ever had in the game, the first place that felt peaceful and comfortable compared to the violent wilderness a first-time player had to endure when they first played the game. She smiled when she caught sight of the quiet hamlet's distinctive red shingles, like rose flowers standing out from the overgrowth of green. Ah, Honeyhome!

Kamala took one deep sniff of the air and a wide smile immediately found its way to her lips. The smell of fragrant flowers danced joyously in the air with the scent of fresh pastries. From the corner of her eye, she found a small bakery that must've been the culprit. The elderly woman who was hard at work inside noticed her and gave her a sweet smile. Another villager she passed by greeted her kindly as well. And another. And another.

The elf greeted them all back nicely. When she spotted the general store where she bought her first set of adventuring items, she couldn't help but rush toward its window, fawning at the nostalgia of a much simpler time. The man inside saw her and waved. Kamala giggled and waved back. As she made her way further into town, she caught sight of the town's temple, whose tall steeple blanketed the road with its shadow. She remembered meeting a kindly priest there once, and even befriended a few worshipers, all of them grateful when she sent them some excess crops fresh from Viridian Fields. Maybe I should pay them a visit again after the quest...

Ah, yes, the quest! Kamala had actually traveled all the way from Pormont to help the village against troublesome monsters. While she wasn't one for wanton violence, she knew she'd have to do everything in her power to keep the innocent folks against creatures they couldn't take on by themselves. Kamala wasn't a hero, she would never consider herself one, but you don't need to be a hero to help people, right? I wonder if he's already here...

How long has it been since Kamala saw her old friend, @Altria? She wondered how much he has changed, how much he has grown, since the last time they played together. Ah, I can't wait to see him!

 

[Altria]

Altria Windchaser, ready to fly!

Terrasphere. A name he had not heard for a while. Something he shelved at the back of his mind for the longest time. He was busy in real life, but now he has returned. He's still busy in reality right now, if not even busier. But that just meant that he needed this now more than ever. Stress is a destructive thing. So for now, he want to forget the reality. he is now Altria Windchaser. A free man who let the wind choose the path for him, and it lead him to this place, Honeyhome.

A name that he vaguely remembers. Only a few of the names in this world he could vaguely remember — the rest were forgotten. He needed those spaces for real life stuff. Given time, he wouldn't even remember the game. But now he is here, as a player of Terrasphere and a friend of someone.

An arrangement has been made here in Honeyhome. A quest, even. It's something that beginners can do — perfect for him. It wouldn't be a stretch to call himself a beginner. This is only the beginning of a story of the wind chaser.

"..."

He was wondering and pondering as he saw an elf, a white haired, green motif elf. She looked different. He passed through the hamlet, greeting all sorts of people going by their daily routine. The elderly woman in the bakery. Another person went by, then another. All fitting the theme for a hamlet. He would guess they are the NPCs here, but he can't tell for sure. But this short elf. She stands out. Literally and metaphorically. Should he approach? Is she the @Kamala Graham that he is anticipating for? Maybe he should. Why shouldn't he? So why hasn't he?

 

[Kamala Graham]

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Adventurers Guild

Honeyhome, Eastern Brisshal

Kamala began to fiddle with her fiddle. She took the wooden zither from her back and strummed its strings a few times. The instrument was no mere instrument. At least not as common as most instruments used by the villagers in this hamlet. Its wood was borrowed from Yladia, a gift from the trees and the nature spirits that Kamala had bonded with over the course of her adventures.

She took a deep breath and let the song sing through her. The voice that came out of her lips was much lower than her usual voice, though it drew in the villagers that had time to witness her performance. Even those that would have otherwise went their way couldn't help but take a momentary notice, curious as to how such a tiny elf had such a big voice.

"Have you forgotten the lessons I thought you? Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you."

"Maybe one day I'll reach him, and we can build his skills as I teach him! If there's a problem, he'll have the answer! He is a warrior of the mind!"

Kamala was surprised when someone else started singing with her but continued the duet until they finished, much to the enjoyment and glee of the passing villagers. There was nothing more delightful for the elf than performing with someone else, especially an old friend she had not seen for a while, an old friend who was clearly much better at the musical arts than her!

@Altria