Aug 28, 2024 15:21:07 GMT
Post by Liek on Aug 28, 2024 15:21:07 GMT
Nestled among the snow-capped mountains and cast, frosty landscapes lay the shining beacon of civilisation in the otherwise cold and harsh region, North City. From a distance the city appeared as a cluster of gleaming skyscrapers, their surfaces reflecting the light of the sun as is broke through the surrounding peaks. Despite the frigid temperatures the people who called this city home still bustled about just as any would in a city, vehicles traversed the streets, ferrying people and goods to and from destinations. Shops lined the streets, from massive corporate chains to smaller locally owned ventures, offering wares of all shapes and varieties to any who cared to look. Thick coats where common among the people, the padded fabric shielding them from their home’s chilling air.
Atop one of the skyscrapers the figure of Liek Galswith sat with his legs crossed and his hands resting face up over his knees. The Inheritor of the Fury had his eyes closed as his mind delved into the Orgone Layer, exploring it’s depths once more under the watching gaze of the Dragon God Volda. The Sacred Realm which had once been the exclusive realm of the Gods of the Fury was expansive and overwhelming, merely gazing into the depths made the youth feel like he was staring into eternity, not as a measure of time but as a measure of distance. He felt as though if he allowed his focus to fall into those depths me may never be able to pull himself back, so he kept a part of his efforts on keeping her attention only on the area around him, no further then the edges of the Earth.
But each time he delved into these depths it became easier and easier, the mental focus needed to just stay in the Orgone Layer had once taken everything he had, and the mere presence of Volda had robbed him of his consciousness. But now he could maintain the connection for hours at a time, allowing him to grow his understanding of the Orgone in a way he would never have previously imagined, and also allowed him to commune with one of the Gods that had gifted the power of Orgone to the Fury. And where the two had only been able to communicate in snippets at first they could now speak in full sentences, permitting proper conversations.
Something even the God considered astonishing and novel as none before had managed the feat.
Like a bolt of lightning something shot through the teenager’s mind through the Orgone, an intensity in the depths, a sharp flare of emotion from nearby, the flow of life through the Orgone transmitting a wave of distress to the young man. Reaching out through the coiling green the youth sought the origin of the spark, both his mind and senses following the thread back to it’s origin, finding it nearby, in the suburban region of the city he was meditating in. Giving his goodbyes to the Dragon God the teen returned his mind to the mortal realm and leapt from his perch before speeding off through the air towards where he sensed the origin of the distressed emotions.
As he soared over the section of the city a shout filtered it’s way up to the youth, “DAMN IT!!” Casting his gaze towards the source he saw a property in disarray, materials where scattered all around while the structure that should have stood upon the sight was far from built, merely a few pillar set on the foundation. In front of it an irate man was shouting at a gathering of other men.
“I can’t believe you wasted the last two weeks! This house was supposed to be up three days from now! How are the Sparky and Plumber meant to do their work if there isn’t a damn house to install their shit?!” The man howled before throwing his hardhat to ground, “I swear! I take paternity leave and this is what I come back to?!”
The teenager landed a short distance away and pondered the feelings rolling off the man. He wasn’t able to get any precise sense on exactly what was upsetting him the most, but he could deduce several reasons beyond the obvious being behind schedule. His time with the Earth Defence Force has given him more of an understanding of how finances worked, and it stood to reason such a massive setback in the construction timeline could only ravage a bank account. There was also the part about paternity leave, did the guy have a kid? The hit to the company finances could not be doing the man any favours.
Nodding internally the young man stepped forwards and spoke up, “Sounds like you could use an extra hand.” Before the foreman could say anything he walked over to a massive support beam and lifted it over his head and held it there, unmoving, with one hand, “I don’t know much about building things, but I’m strong.” He stated matter-of-factually, not a hint of a boast in his words.
The construction workers could only gap at the insane sight for a whole minute before the leader builder managed to find his words, “Uh… huh… Alright… you’re hired…” Shaking his head he turned to his other workers and shouted, “GET A MOVE ON!” Turning back to Liek he called out, “Put that down for now, that’s supposed to go across the whole middle of the roof of this place, we need to get the outer walls up first!”
“On it!” the teen called back, setting the beam down.
Following further instructions from the lead builder the teen gathered up the wood planks needed to build the frame before helping hold them in place for the regular workers to quickly stick together, rapidly moving as a group along with Liek, throwing up the frame in record time. It astonished all the men just how fast and precise the teen’s movements where, despite how awkward or heavy the beams would have been for the builders to position on their own the teenager was putting them to shame, holding beams at the perfect height and angle with a single hand like it was nothing. Within minutes they where convinced he had more power packed into just his pinky finger’s joints then they had in their biceps. And then there was the fact he could fly, of all things. No wings or jetpack needed, just a teenager casually ignoring the laws of gravity like it was the most normal thing in the world.
As they worked Liek shared stories with the builders. The men sharing the stories of all the shenanigans they’d gotten up to at various worksites over the years, of renovations where they let themselves cut loose during the demolition, one of them bringing a double headed medieval axe for the fun of it and using it to smash through a wall. Or the time they where laying concrete and someone’s cat decided to take a stroll through the freshly smoothed out cement. Or when they tore up a carpet only to find a pentagram stencilled into the floor beneath.
Liek shared stories of his own, starting with growing up in the forests in the East, of living off the land with no one else around other then he Grandmother. He told the men of his training and the struggles he’d overcome and how hard he’d pushed his body to become as strong as he was. He even blew their minds by taking off his weighted jacket and allowing them to attempt to lift the garment. Unsurprisingly not a single one could managed the feat, but their attempts earned heartfelt laughter from the youth.
As the sun began to set behind the mountains the teenager held one last beam in place as a worker used a nailgun to connect the beam to those next to it firmly. The others where nearby laying roofing tiles at a rapid pace. The leader of the builders stood on the verge of the property with an amazed expression at the sheer transformation that had occurred from what had been standing in the morning. In a single day, with Liek’s help, what had been a bare foundation with only the beginnings of a wooden frame on it was now an almost entirely completed house. In just hours the project had gone from disastrously behind schedule to almost on track. His men would have to work their asses off to finish everything by the end of the next day, but meeting the deadline had just gone from impossible to actually doable.
As the young man walked over at the end of the day the man grabbed his hands, tears in his eyes, as he nearly sobbed, “Thank you! Thank you, Liek!” He bowed his head, “If you hadn’t come along we’d have been done for! I don’t know how we could have ever recovered from the penalties for missing the deadline!” Over the day he’d been thinking about it, and honestly? He was pretty sure the company could survive the penalties, but it would be on the knifes edge, one contract falling through away from total ruin. But with Liek’s efforts if he could get even two of his employees to work overtime through the night having the house ready by the deadline at the end of the next day was entirely doable.
The teen smiled, “Any time! It was a pretty fun experience, actually!” He patted the older man on the shoulder and added, “I picked up a bunch of new skills and now know more about building a house then I did before.”
Grinning the leader reached into his pocket, and offered, “Here, let me pay you! You deserve it!”
“Nah!” The young man waved him off, “I did this pro bono! I just wanted to help, and had a fun time. That’s all I wanted out of this!” Before the older man could protest again the young man took off into the sky, “See you all around!” And just like that, he was gone.
The lead builder chuckled for a moment before rounding on his men and yelling, “Alright you slackers! We still got work to do! Who wants overtime pay?!”
WC: 1,734
PL: 89,759
Weighted PL: 22,439.75
Zenny: 26,963
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Quest Rewards: 20% Bonus to PL and Zenny for first 1500 words
Total Bonus: 105% Bonus to PL and 27.5% to Zenny for first 1500 words
Total Bonus: 85% Bonus to PL and 7.5% to Zenny after 1500 words
Quest Bonus 1: Chance to get a 25% off coupon for a Solo Base! (15 or above/D20)
Quest Bonus 2: Gain +1 alignment if you helped build the base
Extra Note: 'Sparky' is Australian slang for an electrician.
Atop one of the skyscrapers the figure of Liek Galswith sat with his legs crossed and his hands resting face up over his knees. The Inheritor of the Fury had his eyes closed as his mind delved into the Orgone Layer, exploring it’s depths once more under the watching gaze of the Dragon God Volda. The Sacred Realm which had once been the exclusive realm of the Gods of the Fury was expansive and overwhelming, merely gazing into the depths made the youth feel like he was staring into eternity, not as a measure of time but as a measure of distance. He felt as though if he allowed his focus to fall into those depths me may never be able to pull himself back, so he kept a part of his efforts on keeping her attention only on the area around him, no further then the edges of the Earth.
But each time he delved into these depths it became easier and easier, the mental focus needed to just stay in the Orgone Layer had once taken everything he had, and the mere presence of Volda had robbed him of his consciousness. But now he could maintain the connection for hours at a time, allowing him to grow his understanding of the Orgone in a way he would never have previously imagined, and also allowed him to commune with one of the Gods that had gifted the power of Orgone to the Fury. And where the two had only been able to communicate in snippets at first they could now speak in full sentences, permitting proper conversations.
Something even the God considered astonishing and novel as none before had managed the feat.
Like a bolt of lightning something shot through the teenager’s mind through the Orgone, an intensity in the depths, a sharp flare of emotion from nearby, the flow of life through the Orgone transmitting a wave of distress to the young man. Reaching out through the coiling green the youth sought the origin of the spark, both his mind and senses following the thread back to it’s origin, finding it nearby, in the suburban region of the city he was meditating in. Giving his goodbyes to the Dragon God the teen returned his mind to the mortal realm and leapt from his perch before speeding off through the air towards where he sensed the origin of the distressed emotions.
As he soared over the section of the city a shout filtered it’s way up to the youth, “DAMN IT!!” Casting his gaze towards the source he saw a property in disarray, materials where scattered all around while the structure that should have stood upon the sight was far from built, merely a few pillar set on the foundation. In front of it an irate man was shouting at a gathering of other men.
“I can’t believe you wasted the last two weeks! This house was supposed to be up three days from now! How are the Sparky and Plumber meant to do their work if there isn’t a damn house to install their shit?!” The man howled before throwing his hardhat to ground, “I swear! I take paternity leave and this is what I come back to?!”
The teenager landed a short distance away and pondered the feelings rolling off the man. He wasn’t able to get any precise sense on exactly what was upsetting him the most, but he could deduce several reasons beyond the obvious being behind schedule. His time with the Earth Defence Force has given him more of an understanding of how finances worked, and it stood to reason such a massive setback in the construction timeline could only ravage a bank account. There was also the part about paternity leave, did the guy have a kid? The hit to the company finances could not be doing the man any favours.
Nodding internally the young man stepped forwards and spoke up, “Sounds like you could use an extra hand.” Before the foreman could say anything he walked over to a massive support beam and lifted it over his head and held it there, unmoving, with one hand, “I don’t know much about building things, but I’m strong.” He stated matter-of-factually, not a hint of a boast in his words.
The construction workers could only gap at the insane sight for a whole minute before the leader builder managed to find his words, “Uh… huh… Alright… you’re hired…” Shaking his head he turned to his other workers and shouted, “GET A MOVE ON!” Turning back to Liek he called out, “Put that down for now, that’s supposed to go across the whole middle of the roof of this place, we need to get the outer walls up first!”
“On it!” the teen called back, setting the beam down.
Following further instructions from the lead builder the teen gathered up the wood planks needed to build the frame before helping hold them in place for the regular workers to quickly stick together, rapidly moving as a group along with Liek, throwing up the frame in record time. It astonished all the men just how fast and precise the teen’s movements where, despite how awkward or heavy the beams would have been for the builders to position on their own the teenager was putting them to shame, holding beams at the perfect height and angle with a single hand like it was nothing. Within minutes they where convinced he had more power packed into just his pinky finger’s joints then they had in their biceps. And then there was the fact he could fly, of all things. No wings or jetpack needed, just a teenager casually ignoring the laws of gravity like it was the most normal thing in the world.
As they worked Liek shared stories with the builders. The men sharing the stories of all the shenanigans they’d gotten up to at various worksites over the years, of renovations where they let themselves cut loose during the demolition, one of them bringing a double headed medieval axe for the fun of it and using it to smash through a wall. Or the time they where laying concrete and someone’s cat decided to take a stroll through the freshly smoothed out cement. Or when they tore up a carpet only to find a pentagram stencilled into the floor beneath.
Liek shared stories of his own, starting with growing up in the forests in the East, of living off the land with no one else around other then he Grandmother. He told the men of his training and the struggles he’d overcome and how hard he’d pushed his body to become as strong as he was. He even blew their minds by taking off his weighted jacket and allowing them to attempt to lift the garment. Unsurprisingly not a single one could managed the feat, but their attempts earned heartfelt laughter from the youth.
As the sun began to set behind the mountains the teenager held one last beam in place as a worker used a nailgun to connect the beam to those next to it firmly. The others where nearby laying roofing tiles at a rapid pace. The leader of the builders stood on the verge of the property with an amazed expression at the sheer transformation that had occurred from what had been standing in the morning. In a single day, with Liek’s help, what had been a bare foundation with only the beginnings of a wooden frame on it was now an almost entirely completed house. In just hours the project had gone from disastrously behind schedule to almost on track. His men would have to work their asses off to finish everything by the end of the next day, but meeting the deadline had just gone from impossible to actually doable.
As the young man walked over at the end of the day the man grabbed his hands, tears in his eyes, as he nearly sobbed, “Thank you! Thank you, Liek!” He bowed his head, “If you hadn’t come along we’d have been done for! I don’t know how we could have ever recovered from the penalties for missing the deadline!” Over the day he’d been thinking about it, and honestly? He was pretty sure the company could survive the penalties, but it would be on the knifes edge, one contract falling through away from total ruin. But with Liek’s efforts if he could get even two of his employees to work overtime through the night having the house ready by the deadline at the end of the next day was entirely doable.
The teen smiled, “Any time! It was a pretty fun experience, actually!” He patted the older man on the shoulder and added, “I picked up a bunch of new skills and now know more about building a house then I did before.”
Grinning the leader reached into his pocket, and offered, “Here, let me pay you! You deserve it!”
“Nah!” The young man waved him off, “I did this pro bono! I just wanted to help, and had a fun time. That’s all I wanted out of this!” Before the older man could protest again the young man took off into the sky, “See you all around!” And just like that, he was gone.
The lead builder chuckled for a moment before rounding on his men and yelling, “Alright you slackers! We still got work to do! Who wants overtime pay?!”
WC: 1,734
PL: 89,759
Weighted PL: 22,439.75
Zenny: 26,963
Bonuses: Looters (-25% due to racial)
Super Heavy Weights 75% bonus
Pre-Workout Mix 10% Bonus
Quest Rewards: 20% Bonus to PL and Zenny for first 1500 words
Total Bonus: 105% Bonus to PL and 27.5% to Zenny for first 1500 words
Total Bonus: 85% Bonus to PL and 7.5% to Zenny after 1500 words
Quest Bonus 1: Chance to get a 25% off coupon for a Solo Base! (15 or above/D20)
Quest Bonus 2: Gain +1 alignment if you helped build the base
Extra Note: 'Sparky' is Australian slang for an electrician.
