[SP-F4] Arabian Nights, And Arabian Days~ (The Traveller)

[Lowenthal 0]

Lowenthal had been walking around the fifth floor for a good long while. He had gotten better gear since his last time here. The mask he wore didn't bother his mouth anymore, but it irritated his eyes still. The sands beneath his feet was still dry as ever. Lowenthal preferred the sand of the beach instead. It was softer, ground down by the waves of the ocean. Instead this sand was made by rock, crushing rock into tinier rocks. Which then blew with the wind and pelted his face and made his hair more of a sandy brunette than orange. Lowenthal looked up, and heard a familiar yipping noise. He quickly looked down, and saw that Ninken, his ninja pug buddy was still there. Lowenthal looked back up, and heard the yip again. Lowenthal shrugged and decided to investigate.

[Lowenthal 0]

As he crept closer he could recognize what was making the noise. It was nothing other then Ninken's mother. Princess? Was it? It was a small white pug, with a small tiara, and pink tutu. She was licking the hand of a face down, hooded figure. Lowenthal quickly rushed to the person's aide, knowing who it might be. He flipped the face down figure over, and saw that it was indeed the old woman. Lowenthal quickly scanned his surroundings and found a small tent that was set up. He quickly dragged the old woman there, and has he set her down another quest had appeared. He sighed, and pressed accept.

[Lowenthal 0]

As he pressed the accept button, the old woman rose to life. She turned to Lowenthal and before he could react, she already had his hands in a death grip. Her grip hadn't faded, even if being close to death, and almost crushed Lowenthal's hands to the point of HP damage. Lowenthal winced, and tried to get his hands free but to no avail. "Oh! Thank goddess it's you young 'ser!" The old woman spoke, remembering Lowenthal from his previous quest. "Please help me! I've lost them! In the sands!" She cried out, tears running down her wrinkled face.

[Lowenthal 0]

Lowenthal quickly tried to calm her down. "Lost what m'lady?" Lowenthal asked the woman, hoping to get a straight answer. "Oh it's terrible! I've lost them! Out there!" She screeched again. Lowenthal sighed. "Who's them?" He asked, starting to lose the feeling in his fingers from this woman's floor boss like grip. He winced again, and waited for an answer.

[Lowenthal 0]

"The puppies!" The old woman screeched. Lowenthal quickly stood up, remembering the quest where he had gotten Ninken. "Seriously!?" Lowenthal shouted. "Which way? Where are they? Where were you headed?" Lowenthal spouted, trying to find the right question. Even if the animals were just coding and pictures they were in principle, still adorable balls of adorable. The Old Woman pointed in a general direction. And released Lowenthal from her grip. Lowenthal had a sigh of relief as she released him, and bolted out of the tent, only to be blasted in the face by wind. A sandstorm had started to brew, which would make the search even more difficult. 

 

((From this point on, a roll of 1 will result in a 1 HP deficit.))

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22062

CD: 10

 

Lowenthal sprinted into the desert, desperate to find these lost puppies. The heat from the sun, and the winds of the storm were tough. But nothing Lowenthal couldn't handle. He carried on through the storm as if it was nothing, He knew that the longer he took, the more chance he had of taking damage was, and that his chances of finding those puppies would dwindle. He could not fail.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22071

CD: 6

 

Lowenthal would not fail, as he headed deeper into the desert. The sandstorm had dissipated to a tolerable level, but still put up resistance. Lowenthal refused to let the sun fatigue him, or let the winds beat him down. He would find those puppies, even if it killed him. Well, not kill him per say. But perhaps until he was about half dead, and decided to turn around.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22073

CD: 2

 

Lowenthal slipped on the loose sand and fell to his hands. He picked himself, and started running again. Just how far did this Old Woman travel? He had been running for a good half hour now, and there was no sign of anything. No tracks, no prints, and definitely no puppies. It was starting to worry Lowenthal. When would he find them?

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22075

CD:4

LD:19 +1mat

 

Lowenthal kept running, his feet sliding on the sand and his face covered with sweat. He fell to his knees and felt something underneath the sands. Thinking it was something important, he quickly dug it up. Turned out, it was just a material. Lowenthal sighed, and placed it into his inventory. It was a decent enough find, but it wasn't puppies.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22104

CD: 9

 

Lowenthal had slowed down to a walk. "Just how far did this crone leave them at?" Lowenthal asked aloud as he kept walking. The heat was starting to get to him, not enough to make him hallucinate just yet. But enough to be an annoyance. He wondered how everyone was doing. He thought about his new boyfriend, which he never thought he'd think about before.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22126

CD: 1 -1HP

 

Lowenthal had forgotten how long he had been walking, but the sun was starting to set. Lowenthal had looked up to at least hope to catch a glimmer of anything. Instead of anything, he caught a facefull of sand. To Lowenthal's surprise, his HP actually dropped. He wiped his face clean of debris and kept moving, his thoughts focused on those puppies.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22131

CD: 12 

 

Lowenthal had been walking for god knows how long. The Old Woman had to have been a monster. Lowenthal was sure of it. How could one so old, walk so far? He wiped the thought from his mind. As Lowenthal walked, he could feel the heat dissipating. He wondered what was happening, and it seemed that the sun had nearly set all the way.

 

+1 HP, natural Regen.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22136

CD: 4

LD: 20 +1 Mat

 

Lowenthal's legs couldn't carry him anymore. He had reached his limit. As a result, he plopped down into the desert. His face felt something in the sand. Another material item. Lowenthal used it for a pillow, as he tried to sleep. The wind had died down enough for the sand to stop billowing in Lowenthal's face. And it was enough for him to fall asleep.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22140

CD: 2

 

Lowenthal woke, and it seemed to be in a different place. He looked around, trying to get his bearings but nothing looked the same as it did. The sun was just as hot as yesterday, if not hotter. He sighed as he stood up, and brushed the sand from his body. "Man, it's like living in a litter box." He said, still covered in sand. He groaned as he took off again.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22141

CD: 6

LD: 19

 

Lowenthal continued his schleck through the desert. He had tripped upon something, and fell on his face. He looked at what tripped him, and it was another material. He sighed, as he picked it up and placed it into his inventory. If he could find lost puppies as well as he found these random materials, this quest would be done by now.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22142

CD: 5

LD: 15

 

Lowenthal didn't even take two more steps, before tripping over another material. "God Damn it!" Lowenthal swore, as he picked up the material. "How many of you are here?" he screamed at the tiny crystal. He was almost sick of finding these things. He sighed and placed the material into his bag. He rubbed his temples, trying to concentrate and focus.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22143

CD: 2

LD: 20

 

Lowenthal took about four more steps before falling flat on his face again. "God. Damn." He said, pulling the material from the loose sand. Lowenthal was getting nowhere, as he literally was tripping all over these materials. It was a good thing however, as he was completely out back at his shop, and he had found five now. That alone gave him a full day's worth of crafting, and then some.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22145

CD: 8

 

Lowenthal continued into the desert, glad to not trip over a material every three feet. He was begging to hate this floor more and more. His hatred growing deeper and deeper with each step. He climbed up a dune and looked out over the distance. There he saw something dark, a few miles away. Finally something good out of this entire trip.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22146

CD: 5

 

Lowenthal made his way to the shape in the desert. "Please god. Don't let that be a mirage." He said making his way closer and closer to the shape. Good news was that it resembled a crate more more with each step. When lowenthal finally reached the crate there was a white tarp draped over it. Lowenthal reached out, and looked underneath the tarp.

[Lowenthal 0]

ID: 22186

CD: 7

LD: 18

 

Lowenthal made a sigh of relif as he saw that the contents of the crate we're completely safe. Inside the crate were 4 very small baby pugs. Lowenthal quickly made a few straps, to carry the crate back. Even found a material in the process, which raised him up to six found now. Lowenthal grinned as he hurried back. Pugs in tow. He had found the puppies, and two days crafting. Not a bad start to his day.