A drunken stroll down memory lane [Job]

Job Name: Reliving Glory Days
Job Rank: D-Tier
Job Location: Heliohapt
Job Rewards: 50 XP, 3000 Huang
Chain Bonus: 50 XP, 3,000 Huang
Job Overview: An old soldier is drunk at the local tavern, telling bawdy stories of his better years. The customers are getting annoyed and the tavern keeper wants him out. Either escort the man home and listen to a story or put him out of his misery.

Items Carried:

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The smell of stale smoke and alcohol assaulted Bakari's nose as he drummed his fingers on a table in the middle of a moderately busy alehouse in Kemet. He was instructed to meet a potential employer at this very establishment, but it had been an hour past the time they were set to meet and Bakari was beginning to lose his patience. The young magician was not very fond of spirits, and saw no point in giving business to anyplace that served them. Still the promise of money was slightly greater than his discomfort so here he sat. From across the room a deep voice could be heard booming above the din. It came from a sloppily dressed middle aged man. His tattered robes were off white and stained with wine down the front. It was obvious that he had consumed more than his fill as he was leaning heavily on the bar, slumped in his seat, and slurred nearly every other word. He had been filling the ears of anyone who would listen about his younger years in the army, and the women who were gracious enough to even give him the time of day. Waves of people had come and gone since he had started, put off by the lewd descriptions of these encounters.

"So this one time in Reim, I met the most beautiful red head outside of the Colosseum..." The man started a new story. This one would probably be more lewd than the last, and would most certainly drive more patrons away. Bakari tried to tune it out, but couldn't help but catch a sentence where the man had "taken the wine, honey, fruit and candles back to the room" and opened his shirt to reveal several poorly healed burns stating "This is what hot wax can do to the body when one is too excited to care". The more this man spoke the less anyone believed his words. Bakari felt as though the man just craved attention, and would say anything at this point to get it. Ignoring him was getting harder by the second however as just being in this stinking den of drunkards was already irritating his nerves. Just as Bakari was getting up to leave deeming this opportunity lost a slim curly haired waitress approached and took a seat at the table.

"Can I help you miss?" Bakari asked confused as to her behavior. Since he had arrived Bakari had asked for nothing other than a glass of water, and it seemed rather odd that at this late point that they would need the table. Especially considering how empty the establishment was becoming with each passing minute. Bakari pulled his chair back out from under the table, and sat back down.

"Yes actually..." She started. "Well not me exactly but the bartender. He is not allowed to leave, and we don't have any men working tonight. He wanted me to ask you if you could make that man leave" The waitress pointed at the obnoxious drunk still babbling his filth. "The loud one over there. He said there would be some money in it for you if you did". There wasn't much more prodding needed than that as Bakari stood once more.

"Sure, I'll take care of it." Bakari said grinning. He grabbed up his walking stick, and finished "One way or the other".

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wc 563/563

Bakari made his way over to the man he had been asked to remove, and tapped him on the shoulder. He produced his pipe and started to fill it with his favorite hazelnut scented tobacco. The man flung himself around, and with a bobbing head looked Bakari up and down.

"What d'ya want kid?" He asked before sloshing half of his tankard of wine on himself and downing the rest as if he hadn't noticed. This amused Bakari who could not suppress the resulting giggles. "What 'chu think I'm funny?" The man roared, and attempted to stand up. His lack of balance sent him back onto the stool he had been perched on.

"Not at all sir" Bakari answered with a laugh still on his lips. "I was intrigued by your story earlier. The one about the red haired woman. I was wondering if you would join me outside for a smoke, and possibly tell me more of the...details. Who knows if I like it I might just have to buy us both another round so you can tell me of your other conquests".

Sure enough the promise of a free drink, and more time to boast was all that the drunken lout needed to stagger to his feet with aid from Bakari. The two made their way across the bar and to the door where Bakari stopped for a moment and flashed a thumbs-up at the bartender before carefully guiding the man outside. He let the man sink to the ground and peered into the window above him. He could see the iron bar that served as a door bolt. Aiming the point of the tourmaline that topped his walking stick at the bar and cupped his free hand around his mouth. "Alsaahir alyad!" he whispered, and through his magic bolted the door tight with an audible slam.

"Wha' was zhat?" the drunkard slurred staring up at Bakari. For a moment it crossed the young Magician's mind to just leave the man here to sober up until morning, but it just wasn't proper and so he offered the man another (and this time more honest) proposition.

"That my friend was God's way of telling us both to lay off the drink. The Tavern is closed for the night. How about I help you get home, and we chat about that red haired woman on the way eh?" Bakari asked, fearing that he may regret his choice.

"Shounds good tuh me" he replied, and reached up for Bakari's hand up.

After prying the drunkard from the ground the two walked for quite a while and talked. Over the course of the evening Bakari discovered that the man had just lost his wife (the red haired woman) to another, and wanted to spend the evening drinking away her memory. Just before dawn Bakari was able to get him into his house, and stretched out on a mat in the main room. Leaving that place Bakari made his way back to the tavern. He had money to collect, and felt that he had more than earned his pay.

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Spells cast:

Alsaahir alyad
Tier: D
Class: Magician
Type: Supplementary
Range: Long
Requirements/Drawbacks: Must know strength magic. Must be able to speak. Must have a staff.
Scaling: Range
Sustain: -
Cool Down: 1
Cost: 10 Magoi| 5 to Sustain
Description:

The Magician points his staff at an object, and speaks the incantation "Alsaahir alyad!" commanding the Rukh to convert magoi into pure force and take hold of the target. The Magician may then move the object through the air by directing it with movements his staff. The object must be within 10m (scaled up to +5m for each 10 Magoi spent.) to be effected, and may never go outside of that distance or the spell ends. An object being moved in this way can vary in speed but at the fastest is slightly faster than a man running. This spell does not cause damage, however thrown or falling objects may deal damage of their own. This spell lasts for 1 post unless sustained


Magoi 150/160

WC 517/1080