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<tr><th>Sprite</th><td><img src="https://wiki.kynseed.com/resources/assets/sprites/npcs/sprites/60_start.png"></td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Age</th><td>41</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Haven</th><td>[[Summerdown]]</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Location</th><td>[[Homesteads]]</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>House</th><td>[[House of Vision]]</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Family</th><td>None</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Traits</th><td><table class='non-styled-table'><tr class="table-row"><td colspan="2"><img src="https://wiki.kynseed.com/resources/assets/icons/traits/Stupidity.png"> [[Stupidity]]</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td colspan="2"><img src="https://wiki.kynseed.com/resources/assets/icons/traits/Friendly.png"> [[Friendly]]</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td colspan="2"><img src="https://wiki.kynseed.com/resources/assets/icons/traits/Clumsiness.png"> [[Clumsiness]]</td></tr></table></td></tr> | |||
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== Story == | == Story == | ||
<div class="section-text"><table class="styled-table mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Task</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td>Name</td><td>Honour the Buckle parents</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td>Description</td><td>While a chicken is nearby, throw an egg into the marked area in Outlane at Old Lady Falls.</td></tr><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Dialogue</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td>Friendly</td><td>You seem like a good egg. I grew up on a chicken farm. Every day we had eggs. At least we didn't have to shell out for any. My pops used to say, "Eggs are great", which wasn't very profound, really. When the chickens ganged up and killed him, mother said we should leave our home and set up a new business in his honour. Instead, we decided to open a tavern in her's.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td>Like</td><td>You know what I fancy right now? No, not an egg. | <div class="section-text"><table class="styled-table mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Task</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Name</td><td >Honour the Buckle parents</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Description</td><td >While a chicken is nearby, throw an egg into the marked area in Outlane at Old Lady Falls.</td></tr><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Dialogue</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Friendly</td><td >You seem like a good egg. I grew up on a chicken farm. Every day we had eggs. At least we didn't have to shell out for any. My pops used to say, "Eggs are great", which wasn't very profound, really. When the chickens ganged up and killed him, mother said we should leave our home and set up a new business in his honour. Instead, we decided to open a tavern in her's.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Like</td><td >You know what I fancy right now? No, not an egg. | ||
A really nice drink. | A really nice drink. | ||
My mom used to drink Toebiter with every meal. Breakfast? Fried eggs on toast with Toebiter. Lunch? Scrambled egg with Toebiter. Dinner? Toebiter and egg stew. | My mom used to drink Toebiter with every meal. Breakfast? Fried eggs on toast with Toebiter. Lunch? Scrambled egg with Toebiter. Dinner? Toebiter and egg stew. | ||
The weird thing is, although she stank of the stuff, she was never drunk. Instead, she was as bright as a button and happy as an egg in a pot.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td>Love</td><td>I want to commemorate my folks but can't really take time off from pretending to run the pub. Do you think you could go to Old Lady Falls in Outlane, over in Mellowfields, and chuck some eggs in? Mother used to love visiting there. Oddly, that's how she died. She tripped over a chicken and fell in. | The weird thing is, although she stank of the stuff, she was never drunk. Instead, she was as bright as a button and happy as an egg in a pot.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Love</td><td >I want to commemorate my folks but can't really take time off from pretending to run the pub. Do you think you could go to Old Lady Falls in Outlane, over in Mellowfields, and chuck some eggs in? Mother used to love visiting there. Oddly, that's how she died. She tripped over a chicken and fell in. | ||
She might have floated but refused to let go of the keg she carried with her everywhere. | She might have floated but refused to let go of the keg she carried with her everywhere. | ||
If you could throw an egg or two in, in the presence of a chicken, then that would be a really nice gesture.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td>Complete</td><td>Was it a beautiful tribute? Did the chicken shed a tear? | If you could throw an egg or two in, in the presence of a chicken, then that would be a really nice gesture.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Complete</td><td >Was it a beautiful tribute? Did the chicken shed a tear? | ||
I bet it looked funny. Haha! Gotcha! I tricked you. Dad didn't really get murdered by chickens, and mum wasn't a beeraholic! Haha! It was the other way around. Dad drowned, and mum got pecked to death. I love you for being such a good sport. Not laughed this hard since my grandma fell into Old Lady Falls. Yes, well, she actually did.</td></tr></table></div> | I bet it looked funny. Haha! Gotcha! I tricked you. Dad didn't really get murdered by chickens, and mum wasn't a beeraholic! Haha! It was the other way around. Dad drowned, and mum got pecked to death. I love you for being such a good sport. Not laughed this hard since my grandma fell into Old Lady Falls. Yes, well, she actually did.</td></tr></table></div> | ||
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Latest revision as of 16:45, 23 February 2024
| Sprite |  | ||||||
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| Age | 41 | ||||||
| Haven | Summerdown | ||||||
| Location | Homesteads | ||||||
| House | House of Vision | ||||||
| Family | None | ||||||
| Traits |
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Sprites
| Baby | Kid | Adult | Elder |
|---|---|---|---|
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Gifting
| Likes | Dislikes |
|---|---|
 Honey |  Apple |
 Candy Squirrel |  Mushroom Pie |
 Stubby Custard |  Gooseberry Pie |
Story
| Task | |
|---|---|
| Name | Honour the Buckle parents |
| Description | While a chicken is nearby, throw an egg into the marked area in Outlane at Old Lady Falls. |
| Dialogue | |
| Friendly | You seem like a good egg. I grew up on a chicken farm. Every day we had eggs. At least we didn't have to shell out for any. My pops used to say, "Eggs are great", which wasn't very profound, really. When the chickens ganged up and killed him, mother said we should leave our home and set up a new business in his honour. Instead, we decided to open a tavern in her's. |
| Like | You know what I fancy right now? No, not an egg.
A really nice drink. My mom used to drink Toebiter with every meal. Breakfast? Fried eggs on toast with Toebiter. Lunch? Scrambled egg with Toebiter. Dinner? Toebiter and egg stew. The weird thing is, although she stank of the stuff, she was never drunk. Instead, she was as bright as a button and happy as an egg in a pot. |
| Love | I want to commemorate my folks but can't really take time off from pretending to run the pub. Do you think you could go to Old Lady Falls in Outlane, over in Mellowfields, and chuck some eggs in? Mother used to love visiting there. Oddly, that's how she died. She tripped over a chicken and fell in.
She might have floated but refused to let go of the keg she carried with her everywhere. If you could throw an egg or two in, in the presence of a chicken, then that would be a really nice gesture. |
| Complete | Was it a beautiful tribute? Did the chicken shed a tear? I bet it looked funny. Haha! Gotcha! I tricked you. Dad didn't really get murdered by chickens, and mum wasn't a beeraholic! Haha! It was the other way around. Dad drowned, and mum got pecked to death. I love you for being such a good sport. Not laughed this hard since my grandma fell into Old Lady Falls. Yes, well, she actually did. |