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EVENT LOG: SCAVENGER HUNT

Who: All you scavenger hunters!
What: Scavenging and other fantabulousness, I suppose.
When: November 24th to 28th
Where: The whole village! And yet also all over time and space...
Summary: See this post for more info.
Rating: P for Points! (Keep it PGish, folks. Anything worthy of a higher rating can be brought to your appointments posts.)

As announced by CJ, the village's immediate environs are divided up according to this map. There are five areas: the Nile, Ice Age, Space Opera, Shogunate, and Gangland. Time-and-place appropriate architecture and conjured up NPCs exist in each area.

Don't forget the scavenger hunt! While actually finding things is ultimatly optional, you can find more information on the hunt here. If you want to claim a reward from the hunt, be sure to link at least two related threads on the new rewards claims post.

Finally, here's a quick rundown of the objects:
- In THE NILE: A ceremonial dagger and a piece of Pharoah's treasure
- In GANGLAND: A tommy gun and a set of car keys
- In ICE AGE: A bone spear and a smilodon's tooth
- In SPACE OPERA: a raygun and part of a robot
- In SHOGUNATE: a samurai sword and water from a kappa's head

Happy hunting!

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"Not exactly. Andrastian would be the common religion of my world, or at least in my part of the world. I am from Antiva, therefore an Antivan." He says this with great pride, posture straight and sure. It was a grand country, his Antiva. Hot and sweltering and wonderful for it. Easy enough to imagine this gem of loveliness in the fashionable dresses of his time, the curl of her hair pinned up over the graceful curve of her nape.

Much like Rinna. The thought makes his eyes go dark for a moment, but only a moment. "...She is dear to me, yes. Though your company is no less satisfying."

The hand is accepted as he sweeps into a bow, lips brushing over her knuckles. "Zevran Arainai, at your service, Lady Natasha."

Understanding flares briefly in her gaze. "Ah. Hence the Maker, yes? Apologies for the confusion. I've never heard of your land, I'm afraid."

She absently wonders if there are hobbits there? Thank you, Clint, for being the sole source of her elven knowledge.

Her lips curve faintly as he bows over her hand, her fingers giving the lightest twitch in surprise at the brush of his lips. "You must come from a long way away. It's been a long time since I was greeted like that." She tilts her head to the side, one copper curl brushing against her cheek as she studies him. "So you were here searching for a sword before I distracted you. Perhaps I can offer some assistance to make up for it."

"I seem to be the only one present from my world- I am not certain if I am glad for it or not just yet." An easy shrug. He didn't spend much time thinking about it. All he does is make do with what he has.

"Far away and a long while ago, a good deal of the more 'modern' advancements here are far more than anything we have available in my time. But for this to truly become so rare a thing- that is almost criminal, Lady Natasha." He releases her hand with a winning smile, or at least one that has won him quite a bit in the past. Trouble. Excitement. Adventure. A little of everything. "I would not wish to impose, My Lady."

"It would certainly have its advantages and disadvantages," she replies, eying him curiously a moment. "It is not such a hardship, if one isn't likely to get lonely easily." She would have made do, made it work, but she was among the later arrivals in her team, so it hadn't been much of an issue.

His smile earns an amused on in return as she chuckles, her posture relaxing a little more, liking his easy manner. "Charms have evolved into something altogether different in my time and place," she replied. "Although there are a rare few with a talent for it."

"It would hardly be an imposition. I was considering relieving a few of them of a blade or two anyway. Some of them are quite eye-catching."

"I am talented with a great many things, my Lady- but I do not wish to boast." Even if he is, just a little. She seems more than able to take it with good humor.

"They are very fine blades, are they not? I think that I would keep one for myself; the balance seems exquisite."

"Everyone is entitled to some boasting," she countered, accepting his answer with a smile, mischief lighting her eyes. "Although at the moment I have only your word on this. But you do seem the talented sort."

Her gaze turns to one of the blades in question, a curious look on her face. "Do you think we'll be allowed to keep them? I'm afraid I'm still new here, this is the first time I've experienced an event like this. I'm assuming eventually things will return to how they were when I arrived, but what of the things won?"

"The announcement seemed to imply we would not- though it is a pity. Those we collect in exchange for mission points are to be turned in. All the rest will vanish along with the constructs and clothing. They are not what I am accustomed to using but the reach and fluidity of motion they provide...perhaps I might commission something similar from the smithy."

If he gives something of a dreamy sigh at the thought of owning one of his own, well. The elf likes his blades like he likes his women. Balanced, delicate, but powerful and deadly.

"It is a pity," she agrees, making a sympathetic noise as she brushes her fingers over the fabric of her kimono sleeve. "I think I could grow rather fond of one of these."

She let her gaze flick up to meet his, humor in green eyes. "There are a lovely amount of hiding places."

She stifles a laugh at his dreamy sigh, understanding the sentiment all too well. At least on the blade front. The women... well, she'll leave that part to him.

"You certainly make them well worth admiring. Perhaps one of the village seamstresses knows enough to replicate the garment?" He had to admit it provides an elegance to her form, for all that it hides away the lines of the fabric seem to envelop and elongate her into something ethereal. Haunting. He shakes this off with a soft laugh and a smile.

"Ah yes, the sleeves especially must leave plenty of room for secrets."

"I may have to look into that," she admits with a smile, then laughs and holds up her arms, the fabric swaying gently.

"Not just the sleeves."

There's impish humor in her eyes once more as she takes a step towards him, her arms crossing over her chest. "So. Why don't we see about acquiring one or two of these blades?"

The hem, the cuffs, the edge where it folds over her bosom, the wide cloth belt- assessing where it was she might hide weapons in a glance is easy enough for one that has a mind to do much the same most any day. He has to agree, there are plenty of pockets of fabric to hide many things in these robes.

"I am game if you are, my Lady. If I recall correctly there is a group of very stern warriors not too far down the path. Quite full of themselves, you see. It is a shame."

"Warriors who are too full of themselves are always a shame," she agrees, lips twitching into a smile. "They can also be a great deal of fun. Did you have something in mind?"

"Some recompense for their throwing rocks at me might be warranted. Apparently pointed ears makes one a demon in this place."

"Imbeciles."

There's disdain in her voice as she rolls her eyes, a sharp edge to her smile as her fingers brush against the handle of her dagger once more. "Perhaps they need re-educated."

"As much as I would enjoy disarming them violently- we were cautioned against it. Tricking them out of their blades would be so much more satisfying, wouldn't you say?" A good fight got the blood up, but a good trick? Oh that left an elf glowing for days.

"Probably a safer way to start, at least until we find out what they are capable of," she agrees. Not that she's not prepared to take a few down anyway, if it comes to that, but she'll play by the rules as long as it suits her.

"I'll follow your lead, shall I? Since you've apparently encountered them already."

"You mean you wish me to poke my head about the corner and risk another shower of the stony sort?" He is truly about to say no. That is his intent. But something in the way the light hits her hair and the way she holds herself, so light, so certain, has him agreeing far before he was ever ready to consider it. Brasca.

"I shall run reconnaissance. You shall remain here, unnoticed and unbruised."

She arches an eyebrow at that, looking skeptical. "I bruise far less easily than you'd think," she counters with a shake of her head, crossing her arms over her chest and regarding him a moment. "How quick are you? If I engage their attention, can you slip one of the blades free?"

"Haha- you misunderstand!" He cracks an easy laugh. "It is less that I think you fragile and more that I worry what might happen to them if they manage to hit you. But that does sound like a very fine plan. Give a signal when you are ready for me to swoop down upon them and relieve them of their blades.

"That's a valid worry," she replies wryly, a smirk twisting her lips. "I shall do my very best to behave. Just be careful with your swooping. I can't imagine stoney showers would be anywhere near pleasant. let's try to avoid more of those, shall we?"

She pauses a moment, tucking a curl behind her ear and straightening her kimono before settling into a ploy, a subtle shift in her demeanor as she strolls around the corner to find Zevran's samurai. She doubts they'll be difficult to spot.

"I'll be the most careful elf you have ever seen, My lady." he sweeps into a courtly bow and starts up into the wood, finding a vantage point from which to observe.

Around the corner, loitering and laughing, were the five Samurai. They weren't that formidable in appearance, but with their blades they did not need to be. The leader catches sight of Natasha and nudges the rest to pay attention, and he dips his head to her respectfully.

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