The Gift of Giving - CLOSED!

[UmberFright]

-Talos writes his wish and puts it into the box, he has hope...which is what he hopes is enough.-

"Foolish of me to ask, but a soul. I wish to feel as mortals do -Talos"

 

[Elz]

-Talos writes his wish and puts it into the box, he has hope...which is what he hopes is enough.-

"Foolish of me to ask, but a soul. I wish to feel as mortals do -Talos"

+ The parchment is pushed back out the box with a sad mechanical noise. +

 

[UmberFright]

-Talos would frown if he could, he sadly takes the paper back :sad Wall-E noise: and he scribbles a new one-

"I suppose a soul is to grand, I understand; perhaps if you'd be so kind. A map to where we must go next, to find out the construct past before the rest. -Talos"

 

[Elz]

-Talos would frown if he could, he sadly takes the paper back :sad Wall-E noise: and he scribbles a new one-

"I suppose a soul is to grand, I understand; perhaps if you'd be so kind. A map to where we must go next, to find out the construct past before the rest. -Talos"

+ The parchment is rejected a second time. +

 

[Jstar]

The giant elf, Vaeril, is a simple man. A magic wish granting box? If there's a conspiracy to be had with it, he'll leave it to the academics to figure out. Taking a second to scrawl a quick note, he leans over anyone in his way to deposit it with similar haste to his writing, before leaving.

"Armour or blade, just something to help me keep my sovereign safe from more magical threats. Thanks, box."

 

[Elz]

The giant elf, Vaeril, is a simple man. A magic wish granting box? If there's a conspiracy to be had with it, he'll leave it to the academics to figure out. Taking a second to scrawl a quick note, he leans over anyone in his way to deposit it with similar haste to his writing, before leaving.

"Armour or blade, just something to help me keep my sovereign safe from more magical threats. Thanks, box."

+ A hum, and the parchment accepted. +

 

[Fronslin]

[ Please define what 'The Iris' is. ]

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 heartstone, 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 heartstone can be changed to it for the next 24 hours before it resumes its gradual random drift. This heartstone has a standard attunement DC.
Item Holder: Fronslin

Elz Fixed.

 

[Tot]

A man in a silver cloak and mask approaches the box. His head would tilt curiously for a moment before writing a small note.

"I seek to redeem myself through my actions and not my name nor face. I wish to do good for goods sake and for the sake of my restless soul. I request a mask that may not be removed by force so that I may truly hide myself from premature judgement." -The Silver Coin

 

[The_VALKYRIE]

Valtae Humms a bit before lightly brushing her fingertips against the parcels top lightly. She thinks before writing, Unsure if she coud perhaps submit two slips, each for a different person but settles on this.

"I wish for my son Elwin to find an animal hunting companion to help him on his travels outside city walls so he can be safer than when alone."

 

[GhostKairo]

The denial did not come as a surprise, nor did it dishearten him. He makes another ambitious ask.
"I wish for purple eyes, like my brother."
He was halfway through slipping his entry, before making an amendment.
"I wish for purple eyes irises, like my brother."
—Raigo Tideborne

 

[Warwolf]

The ol' Captain Kharn takes a pause as he passes by the tavern, his eye caught on the new piece of decoration. Making some remark to himself, he'd approach.
"Y'know, I aint one for making wishes, o' magic box. But I've seen crazier things before."

He withdrew a piece of convenient parchment and begun to scrawl down something that he at least himself had always wondered but found fairly ludicrous.
"Magic Box, I've always assumed it has been my hat that has kept me around all these years, so I'd like to wish that should this hat ever be lost to me through wear, tear or a fading mind, it return upon my head sometime after. Thanks, Kharn."

The parchment was then offered into the small opening, curious to see what would happen next.

 

[Jase]

+ Iqya'mut sashays up to the box and bats her eyes at it in her trademark manner. She goes to put in something prewritten- simply because she can't write very well. Or read. +

I wish that you sate my vain heart, dearie, and grant me a golden necklace that makes me the most beautiful woman in the land. Allow it to naturally charm those around me, so I can grow in influence. -Iqya'mut

 

[Elz]

A man in a silver cloak and mask approaches the box. His head would tilt curiously for a moment before writing a small note.

"I seek to redeem myself through my actions and not my name nor face. I wish to do good for goods sake and for the sake of my restless soul. I request a mask that may not be removed by force so that I may truly hide myself from premature judgement." -The Silver Coin

+ A hmm, as if it muses just on how to make a mask perhaps never be removed. It is accepted. +

Valtae Humms a bit before lightly brushing her fingertips against the parcels top lightly. She thinks before writing, Unsure if she coud perhaps submit two slips, each for a different person but settles on this.

"I wish for my son Elwin to find an animal hunting companion to help him on his travels outside city walls so he can be safer than when alone."

+ A sigh, and the parchment is accepted. +

The denial did not come as a surprise, nor did it dishearten him. He makes another ambitious ask.
"I wish for purple eyes, like my brother."
He was halfway through slipping his entry, before making an amendment.
"I wish for purple eyes irises, like my brother."
—Raigo Tideborne

+ A hum. A maybe. Accepted. +

The ol' Captain Kharn takes a pause as he passes by the tavern, his eye caught on the new piece of decoration. Making some remark to himself, he'd approach.
"Y'know, I aint one for making wishes, o' magic box. But I've seen crazier things before."

He withdrew a piece of convenient parchment and begun to scrawl down something that he at least himself had always wondered but found fairly ludicrous.
"Magic Box, I've always assumed it has been my hat that has kept me around all these years, so I'd like to wish that should this hat ever be lost to me through wear, tear or a fading mind, it return upon my head sometime after. Thanks, Kharn."

The parchment was then offered into the small opening, curious to see what would happen next.

+ His hat slithers into the box as if it was made of liquid, the parchment following. +

+ Iqya'mut sashays up to the box and bats her eyes at it in her trademark manner. She goes to put in something prewritten- simply because she can't write very well. Or read. +

I wish that you sate my vain heart, dearie, and grant me a golden necklace that makes me the most beautiful woman in the land. Allow it to naturally charm those around me, so I can grow in influence. -Iqya'mut

+ The parchment lingers in the air for a moment, a hesitant pause, before it is accepted. Slowly. +

 

[Morbid]

Marceau, not inclined to thoughtlessly making decisions of any potential import, would ponder the sign and its meaning for the remainder of the evening after passing it by, mulling each possible wish over with great consideration as he would sit silently in the Landing's Cathedral. After hours of thought and prayers of guidance, he would once more pass by the box in making his return, halting this time for long enough to pull a piece of parchment from within his cloak, and swiftly write up a message to insert into the silver box

"If it should so be within your power, friend Box, it is my heart's desire that should the firstborn of myself and my beloved wife be born a Moor, they should still inherit of me both the blue of my eyes and the dark hue of my hair, as has been my Illyrana's hope since the days of our youth.

My sincerest gratitude,
"

 

[Baron2537]

After hearing the commotion over the supposed magical box, Damien would make his way over. Observing it for a few moments in total skepticism. His life having made him paranoid and distrusting, so a box that could grant a wish seemed too good to be true. Deliberation would take place within his mind. He considered how this could be some vile trick of the Mad God but something about the box convinced him to feel otherwise. So he decided to set aside his doubt and embrace the idea that perhaps this was meant to truly spread mirth. Then he had to consider what he'd want. What does a man who has everything want or need? Would the box be offended if his wish were too plain? Would it consider it a wasted wish or perhaps be thankful he isn't so greedy? An idea comes to mind and he grins to himself. Taking out a piece of parchment and charcoal he begins to write.

Once done with his writing he approaches the box. A faint grin still lingers on his face.

"Dear box. I am not a creative man. I'm quite simple so I hope that is fine."

He kneels down then and offers the folded parchment to the slot.

"A unique ring unrivaled in beauty that cradles a gem that glows a pale blue, and I wish for this ring to perfectly fit Azalea Silveira's ring finger. If you should desire to make it more special, for my lack of creative choice, I would not object. I simply want the perfect ring for our wedding day." - Damien Ulamyar

(Unfortunately I am not a creative person, Elz. So if this is accepted you may do as you please.)

 

[Kakers]

The rumours sparking her curiosity, Cassandra finds her way to the peculiar box in the middle of the night. She looks left and right before discretely slotting a letter in.

"If you would be so kind, I wish for a beautiful portrait of myself for my son, one that he can talk to when he is missing me. I do not ask for the ability to communicate through it, but to simply possess the presence of my voice.

Cassandra Glade"

 

[Elz]

Marceau, not inclined to thoughtlessly making decisions of any potential import, would ponder the sign and its meaning for the remainder of the evening after passing it by, mulling each possible wish over with great consideration as he would sit silently in the Landing's Cathedral. After hours of thought and prayers of guidance, he would once more pass by the box in making his return, halting this time for long enough to pull a piece of parchment from within his cloak, and swiftly write up a message to insert into the silver box

"If it should so be within your power, friend Box, it is my heart's desire that should the firstborn of myself and my beloved wife be born a Moor, they should still inherit of me both the blue of my eyes and the dark hue of my hair, as has been my Illyrana's hope since the days of our youth.

My sincerest gratitude,
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+ A sad trumpet sounds, as the wish is rejected. +

After hearing the commotion over the supposed magical box, Damien would make his way over. Observing it for a few moments in total skepticism. His life having made him paranoid and distrusting, so a box that could grant a wish seemed too good to be true. Deliberation would take place within his mind. He considered how this could be some vile trick of the Mad God but something about the box convinced him to feel otherwise. So he decided to set aside his doubt and embrace the idea that perhaps this was meant to truly spread mirth. Then he had to consider what he'd want. What does a man who has everything want or need? Would the box be offended if his wish were too plain? Would it consider it a wasted wish or perhaps be thankful he isn't so greedy? An idea comes to mind and he grins to himself. Taking out a piece of parchment and charcoal he begins to write.

Once done with his writing he approaches the box. A faint grin still lingers on his face.

"Dear box. I am not a creative man. I'm quite simple so I hope that is fine."

He kneels down then and offers the folded parchment to the slot.

"A unique ring unrivaled in beauty that cradles a gem that glows a pale blue, and I wish for this ring to perfectly fit Azalea Silveira's ring finger. If you should desire to make it more special, for my lack of creative choice, I would not object. I simply want the perfect ring for our wedding day." - Damien Ulamyar

(Unfortunately I am not a creative person, Elz. So if this is accepted you may do as you please.)

+ A soft 'aww', and the wish is accepted. +

The rumours sparking her curiosity, Cassandra finds her way to the peculiar box in the middle of the night. She looks left and right before discretely slotting a letter in.

"If you would be so kind, I wish for a beautiful portrait of myself for my son, one that he can talk to when he is missing me. I do not ask for the ability to communicate through it, but to simply possess the presence of my voice.

Cassandra Glade"

+ A gasp, followed by soft cooing, and the gift is accepted. +

 

[Reedie]

Leighton crouches down, giving the box a little grin before dropping a folded parchment inside.

"All I ask of you, dear box, is that you let it snow on Eldpoint this winter, so that the young elves can see it for the first time. Thank you~"

And off he trots away.

 

[Olligreen]

A masked Sool approached the box hesitantly, his hand trembling a bit as he placed the folded parchment inside.

"We are Kadhab and Jin, and, beyond anything, we wish to be brothers, not within the same body. A man-like construct that can be used to hold my own mind, separating mine from Jin's as two wholes. Thank you for your consideration."

And he sprints off into the darkness.

 

[tyufiire7]

Umbra approaches the box with a curious look on his as he inspects it a bit before pushing the parchment inside.
"I just wish for a map or a book that details the oceans of Altera "