The Gift of Giving - CLOSED!

[Scardrac]

Felsummer, a Construct with a heavy but measured step, finds the box upon an evening stroll. A parchment, neatly written upon, is placed at the box, quoting the woman:

"I wish for the vessel that holds my mind to be indestructible, so that it may never be destroyed as the rest of my body may be, so that I may dream forever unto eternity when I am rendered down to the smallest parts, truly immortal."

 

[Fronslin]

Fronslin ponders for a long time before the box, Considering proper gifts over miracles to request. He starts writing on a parchment

"I wish for an inert heartstone similar to the Iris I carry to hand out to a worthy student I teach." -Fronslin Menguar

Spoiler: This

Name: Spectral Iris
Description: A transmuted form of a gemstone provided by Fronslin, once cyan, now a dark skyscape of shifting hue with all the depth of the void.
Effect: Spells cast via the focus take on the color of the hearthstone, which changes naturally within the range of blues, purples and teal, or rarely the pure white of starlight; generally within a ‘stellar’ or ‘cosmic’ theme. By focusing on a particular color for half a minute, the color of the hearthstone can be changed to it for the next 24 hours before it resumes its gradual random drift. This hearthstone has a standard attunement DC.
Item Holder: Fronslin

Elz Fixed.

 

[Lovelyninja567]

Sophie wandered about Storm’s with Joy, her pink, apple pie scented, potted plant companion, gifted to her by Quill. She spied the crowd surrounding the gift box, and her curiosity was piqued as usual. She waited, and waited, her mind wandering.

She had written an idea down during the hour and when she stepped up, she offered the parchment to the box as she had seen many others do.

“Perhaps a ring of gold, engraved with flames. One that is blessed with a power of Ignis.. Something astounding.” - For Cassius West

 

[JustTheEngineer]

Cassius went for one of his many walks through Storm's Landing, pausing at the gathering at the silver box. He'd sit and would watch for a few moments, seeing both friends and strangers come and write their wishes down. After some time, he'd smile to himself and would walk over, nodding politely to people as he passes them to get to the box.

He'd write down on parchment his wish, and would offer it to the box, humming all the while to himself as he did so.

"An immortal rose blessed with a power of Sallana. Perhaps something beautiful." - For Sophie Velour

 

[Elz]

+Karn passed by the box on the way to the cathedral to spend time at Skraag's shrine. Karn wandered back with parchment to turn in.+

"I wish for Branko Callas, my son. To receive a rusty coin. So he will always remember my teachings, where he came from, specially that it is within his will to carve his future."- Karn Clawheart.

+ The clink of a coin, and the parchment slithers into the box. +

Upon seeing the box, she'd blink and think for a moment. One wish coming to mind but decided against it. She shook her head and wrote on the parchment.

"I wish for an unbreakable flower pot with soil within it, that when watered, will grow any common herb or fruit that comes to my mind only." -Kaarina Dynall.

+ A humming sound, considering. The parchment accepted. +

"I wish for a million wishes-- There's a laugh as he scribed. Jest, jest. I wish to have eyes in likeness of The Gambler, so that I may read others better." -Cymic

"Never been much good at tha' one."

+ There is a laugh in his ear, followed by 'you'll never have eyes as good as these'. The parchment is accepted, still. +

Not one for tricks nor tomfoolery, Richard spent the evening following his observation of the gift-box mulling the idea over with a tall flagon of honeyed mead. The northman settled about a tavern seat, his lips curled in dismay and distress both - with apprehension crawling, and turning his lips about in a harsh scowl.

Later that evening, Richard returns to the gift-box - his corrupted, shattered gaze falling over the phenomenon and those who crowded it. He considered its dimensions, and awaited for an hour's time on the precipice of its will... before approaching, gently, with intent about his glum face. He settled to a knee before the box, and flattened his palms to its sides; his eyes fluttering shut, as he thought of the night-sky above

"May my cousin Sigmund pass onward in the stars above, and avoid Ignis' wrath in his new home. May where he lay be fruitful, and borne of good will for his lost spark. May he know he is missed, and that in his absence, I have not forgotten him. This is all, and thank you."

He rose from his knees, and stepped from the gift-box with eyes kept low. The former Iron Hand wandered, and heard the gleeful chatter of hopeful participants.

+ The twinkle of a star above may catch his eye, the parchment accepted. +

Rolland thinks for a moment, and his ooga booga brain that likes sharp things prevails.

"I ask for a mighty weapon from times passed. Ones with a noble story, one who now has no owner- that was lost to the ages, so that I may wield it to create new stories. Like the relics I read about in the Compendium! Bonus points if it's Valiant based, but I'm not picky. Thank you, oh mighty box."

+ A hum, and a maybe. The parchment is accepted. +

Felsummer, a Construct with a heavy but measured step, finds the box upon an evening stroll. A parchment, neatly written upon, is placed at the box, quoting the woman:

"I wish for the vessel that holds my mind to be indestructible, so that it may never be destroyed as the rest of my body may be, so that I may dream forever unto eternity when I am rendered down to the smallest parts, truly immortal."

+ A clicking, mechanical sound that seems to be a 'Perhaps' in a tongue she understands. The parchment is accepted. +

Fronslin ponders for a long time before the box, Considering proper gifts over miracles to request

"I wish for an inert heartstone similar to the Iris I carry to hand out to a worthy student I teach." -Fronslin Menguar

[ Please define what 'The Iris' is. ]

Sophie wandered about Storm’s with Joy, her pink, apple pie scented, potted plant companion, gifted to her by Quill. She spied the crowd surrounding the gift box, and her curiosity was piqued as usual. She waited, and waited, her mind wandering.

She had written an idea down during the hour and when she stepped up, she offered the parchment to the box as she had seen many others do.

“Perhaps a ring of gold, engraved with flames. One that is blessed with a power of Ignis.. Something astounding.” - For Cassius West

+ The click of a tongue. The parchment is accepted with hesitance. +

Cassius went for one of his many walks through Storm's Landing, pausing at the gathering at the silver box. He'd sit and would watch for a few moments, seeing both friends and strangers come and write their wishes down. After some time, he'd smile to himself and would walk over, nodding politely to people as he passes them to get to the box.

He'd write down on parchment his wish, and would offer it to the box, humming all the while to himself as he did so.

"An immortal rose blessed with a power of Sallana. Perhaps something beautiful." - For Sophie Velour

+ A soft sigh. The parchment is accepted regardless. +

(I will clarify: Items of Divine power won't be handed out and alternatives taken. Also, write names.)

 

[Chiarophinx]

Foxbells' turn!

"To Chaos itself: I wish to give a chrysalis, which hatches something unexpected."

 

[Elz]

Foxbells' turn!

"To Chaos itself: I wish to give a chrysalis, which hatches something unexpected."

+ There is a faint cry, as if someone has just discovered something horrific. The parchment poofs into a spider and flees. +

 

[Baron2537]

Yrdl approaches the box. Tilting his head in slight confusion before kneeling down to read the words. It takes him a moment to comprehend what rests before him. Scratching his chin in contemplation before he realizes he has come to block the box from others who'd want to use it. With a scrunched face he rises and politely steps away. Finding himself a place to sit near by and dwell on things. Pondering on the possibilities and finding he lives a simple life and thus he and those he cares for want for nothing. A somewhat defeated grumble leaves him before his eye catches the figure of a Halfspawn seemingly lost and confused wandering the streets of the Landing. A single thought drifts through his mind. What he's wanted his whole life- pulling a piece of parchment free he makes to write in common, though it looks like a small child managed it. Some letters may be backwards or larger than they should be. Kneeling down once more and gently patting the box. "If can no make wish work. Iz okay."

"Yrdl wish to be the biggest and strongest Eark. This way Yrdl can be biggest pillar for his people. So all Eark can find easy when they are in need." -Yrdl Hakiaz.

 

[Mitch]

Lothaire does not seem convinced about the value of this box, but entertains it all the same.

"I wish for my brother, Reyne, to have an artifact that will allow him to communicate with the gryphon upon his island."

 

[Brown]

A grumpy vyre lurks around storm's landing, coming across the box and inspecting it with scrutiny. Nevertheless, Mira rolls up a piece of parchment. "I am feeling petty, so enjoy this, Gambler," she thinks to herself, before writing her note and dropping it in.

"To the o so courteous Cymic. Send him a tankard that turns any drink inside it to ash." - Mira

 

[abirosse]

Lura had walked down the street. Having not visited Storms Landing in a good long while. She smiled to herself and let out a satisfied sigh as she closed her eyes and took in the sea breeze. Remembering the good early days. Happy as well to be able to enjoy the day without the assisted pain or nausea of her sickness. By the time she had started to reach the tavern she noticed a crowding of young and old. Tilting her head a bit she walked up and tried to look over shoulders. Furrowing her brow and jumping to see over heads and shoulders. Huffing and then going to push through as kindly as she could. Getting to the front just in time to see a young girl slip a piece of parchment into the box and let out a little giddy as she pointed it while holding her fathers hand.

This made her smile warmly at the thought of her own father before she knelt down after glancing to the child's guardian to ask her what it was she was doing. After the girl explained Lura blinked and looked at the box as people began to take their turns and move off to their business. With a hesitation she decided to give it a go. Waiting for others to do so first of course as she thought. Pursing her lips and then writing;

"Not sure how this happens. But I can't really rule it out with what I've seen so far. Perhaps I only ask for as many people as possible to enjoy the rest of their year.. Anything I wish for now I can achieve on my own so..thats all." ~Lura Omaric Rothguard

She placed it in, suddenly feeling rather silly before just smiling a bit. Beginning to understand why the girl was so happy. And made her way into the tavern without another word.

 

[Mongoose]

He'd wander through Storms to go get his usual sludgey coffee and spot the box, and perhaps scoff at those crowding around it in his head.
A short time later, he'd quickly walk past it to slip some parchment in, hoping no one else spots him doing so
"My children have been having an incredibly hard time as of late. I wish for something I could use to find them, no matter the location so I can help ease their burden... As long as they'd allow me, of course." - Ronak Rothguard

 

[Retro]

Bok'ra slumps towards said box with a peculiar eye. Sniffing it, licking it, and allowing his imaginary friend inspect it too before granting it his indulgence and writing out a wish in multiple colours:

"I wish for a child that is more rat than man, but still man." ~ Bok'ra

Edit: wish

 

[Elz]

Yrdl approaches the box. Tilting his head in slight confusion before kneeling down to read the words. It takes him a moment to comprehend what rests before him. Scratching his chin in contemplation before he realizes he has come to block the box from others who'd want to use it. With a scrunched face he rises and politely steps away. Finding himself a place to sit near by and dwell on things. Pondering on the possibilities and finding he lives a simple life and thus he and those he cares for want for nothing. A somewhat defeated grumble leaves him before his eye catches the figure of a Halfspawn seemingly lost and confused wandering the streets of the Landing. A single thought drifts through his mind. What he's wanted his whole life- pulling a piece of parchment free he makes to write in common, though it looks like a small child managed it. Some letters may be backwards or larger than they should be. Kneeling down once more and gently patting the box. "If can no make wish work. Iz okay."

"Yrdl wish to be the biggest and strongest Eark. This way Yrdl can be biggest pillar for his people. So all Eark can find easy when they are in need." -Yrdl Hakiaz.

+ A hum of consideration, but ultimately the parchment is declined. +

Lothaire does not seem convinced about the value of this box, but entertains it all the same.

"I wish for my brother, Reyne, to have an artifact that will allow him to communicate with the gryphon upon his island."

+ The cry of a hawk lingers in the air, and then a pleasant 'hmm'. The parchment is accepted. +

Lura had walked down the street. Having not visited Storms Landing in a good long while. She smiled to herself and let out a satisfied sigh as she closed her eyes and took in the sea breeze. Remembering the good early days. Happy as well to be able to enjoy the day without the assisted pain or nausea of her sickness. By the time she had started to reach the tavern she noticed a crowding of young and old. Tilting her head a bit she walked up and tried to look over shoulders. Furrowing her brow and jumping to see over heads and shoulders. Huffing and then going to push through as kindly as she could. Getting to the front just in time to see a young girl slip a piece of parchment into the box and let out a little giddy as she pointed it while holding her fathers hand.

This made her smile warmly at the thought of her own father before she knelt down after glancing to the child's guardian to ask her what it was she was doing. After the girl explained Lura blinked and looked at the box as people began to take their turns and move off to their business. With a hesitation she decided to give it a go. Waiting for others to do so first of course as she thought. Pursing her lips and then writing;

"Not sure how this happens. But I can't really rule it out with what I've seen so far. Perhaps I only ask for as many people as possible to enjoy the rest of their year.. Anything I wish for now I can achieve on my own so..thats all." ~Lura Omaric Rothguard

She placed it in, suddenly feeling rather silly before just smiling a bit. Beginning to understand why the girl was so happy. And made her way into the tavern without another word.

+ A sense of merry contentment lingers with her the rest of the day, and she finds a soft blue ribbon tied about her wrist by the nights end. Her parchment was accepted. +

He'd wander through Storms to go get his usual sludgey coffee and spot the box, and perhaps scoff at those crowding around it in his head.
A short time later, he'd quickly walk past it to slip some parchment in, hoping no one else spots him doing so
"My children have been having an incredibly hard time as of late. I wish for something I could use to find them, no matter the location so I can help ease their burden... As long as they'd allow me, of course." - Ronak Rothguard

+ A hum, and then the parchment is accepted. +

Bok'ra slumps towards said box with a peculiar eye. Sniffing it, licking it, and allowing his imaginary friend inspect it too before granting it his indulgence and writing out a wish in multiple colours:

"I wish for my right arm anew, one more functional and beastly." ~ Bok'ra

+ The parchment gets spat back out the box with a childish scoff. It seems to have been declined. +

 

[Blorbis83]

Theodosius thinks for a long while before coming up with a wish, written neatly on some parchment..

“I know not how far your powers reach, but I ask for peace and prosperity for Astrakhan, let it grow and thrive so that my son may find his time on the throne less filled with austerity than when I began my rule, and so that my people can live happy, fulfilling lives.....But if that wish is invalid or beyond your capabilities, Box, then I’d like my gladius returned to me, the one gifted to me by Thordil and stolen away by Albion. Preferably, in its original, pristine condition. I know these are not equal wishes, but I suppose there’s no harm in wishful thinking.....Thank you”

“- Theodosius”

 

[Magic Intern]

Word gets around, and soon Storm’s sightless seer walks over purposefully with a request on a small slip of parchment.

“For Missus Ellie Strand; A charm that keeps her soul’s feelings hidden from the likes of me.”

She slips it in, rapping a knuckle on the box “You can have me first-born or somethin in return, deal?”

 

[Elz]

Bok'ra slumps towards said box with a peculiar eye. Sniffing it, licking it, and allowing his imaginary friend inspect it too before granting it his indulgence and writing out a wish in multiple colours:

"I wish for a child that is more rat than man, but still man." ~ Bok'ra

Edit: wish

+ His tongue is shoved back in his mouth and his cheek slapped. There is a slide whistle, and his request denied. He cannot put more wishes in the box this day. +

Theodosius thinks for a long while before coming up with a wish, written neatly on some parchment..

“I know not how far your powers reach, but I ask for peace and prosperity for Astrakhan, let it grow and thrive so that my son may find his time on the throne less filled with austerity than when I began my rule, and so that my people can live happy, fulfilling lives.....But if that wish is invalid or beyond your capabilities, Box, then I’d like my gladius returned to me, the one gifted to me by Thordil and stolen away by Albion. Preferably, in its original, pristine condition. I know these are not equal wishes, but I suppose there’s no harm in wishful thinking.....Thank you”

“- Theodosius”

+ There is a soft sad trumpet sound, a pat on his shoulder, but a rejection of his wishes. It seems the box will not steal from others. +

Word gets around, and soon Storm’s sightless seer walks over purposefully with a request on a small slip of parchment.

“For Missus Ellie Strand; A charm that keeps her soul’s feelings hidden from the likes of me.”

She slips it in, rapping a knuckle on the box “You can have me first-born or somethin in return, deal?”

+ The sound of a smooch, and the acceptance of the parchment. +

 

[Elz]

A grumpy vyre lurks around storm's landing, coming across the box and inspecting it with scrutiny. Nevertheless, Mira rolls up a piece of parchment. "I am feeling petty, so enjoy this, Gambler," she thinks to herself, before writing her note and dropping it in.

"To the o so courteous Cymic. Send him a tankard that turns any drink inside it to ash." - Mira

+ The box missed one. But it accepts. +

 

[Samiwashere]

Citrine, on one of her trips to the docks for business would amble near the box. Hesitant at first, she would knot her fingers together. She glances left and right, a moment of consideration crossing her expression as she reads over her slip of parchment. Then, a small smile pulls on her lips and she strides closer, slipping the parchment into the box.

“I wish the birds were still drawn to me as they once were. I miss their company” - Citrine G. Azerwind

 

[Juvix_]

Avalyn's attention is drawn to the silver box as she and her temporary nursemaid walk the streets of Storm's. Taking the time to read the sign, the eight-year-old redhead thinks to herself, and a wide smile soon tugs on her features. With handwriting as neat as her excited hands can manage, she scrawls her note and slips it into the box.

"I wish for something that would make me able to walk on the water of the sea." - Avalyn McKerras