>>5754133>>5754142>>5754171"I've been thinking a bit about it. I heard of your hunting grounds. I want a trip in.
- You certainly knows how to negotiate. Tell you what, I'll pull some strings, and get you to Inner Disciple before next week...
- That's not what I asked for, or what I offer. 1 day of work. One trip to the field. I'm leaving tomorrow."
Another glint sparks in the man's eye. Annoyance and anger or respect for one standing her ground? You're unable to tell. You know you're in position of strength in that bargaining. You won't step back even one millimeter. Sucks to be him, you guess, because he really wants the Balls. You also feel he will overwork you as much as he can in the timeframe.
"...Very well. What will you need?
- We're starting the timer, alright? My full work, and next night I'll get hunting?
- Yes. Now : What. Do. You. Need!"
You placate a shit-eating grin, knowing you have a good night of sleep waiting for you while he gather the wood-berries : it is known that Apricorns are quite the rarity.
A beauty-sleep and breakfast later, you find yourself facing a small mountain of them.
"What are those?
- <span class="mu-r">As we were requested?</span>
- To pluck green, unripe Apricorn and prevent them to bloom?"
The disciples blemish.
"Sort. Those are good. Those are a waste of Nature's boon."
Three quarters of them are good to throw. What a waste. Still, there remains a fair deal of them. You start to work your magic. With a rate of success around 60%, you created <span class="mu-s">10 Crafted Balls</span> for the light children.
Yeah, you got off quite easy - sore hands from crafting, but that's ok. Next time they might stockpile and organize better.
They kept you under close watch and scrutiny. Still, your mind gear start to race, and fomenting illusion-based plans to embezzle a few Apristock for your personal use.
No point today - scrutiny is too high. But next time? Maybe you can pull it out.
As promised, Fabrice lead you to the Hunting Grounds after a well-appreciated meal...
"<span class="mu-g">Halt! The access to the starfield is heavily restricted! </span>
- So, Inner Disciples are bold enough to oppose the Star's will talking through a Chosen one?
- <span class="mu-g">My mistake, Chosen one Fabrice. But still, it's a restricted area...</span>
- Restricted even though the Eidolons will it?"
That leave the guard stuttering. Fabrice turns around.
"Good luck. Now, I have things to tend about that require my immediate attention - like explaining to the Prophet and other Chosen One why the Eidolons require your presence on the field..."
The amount of power a chosen one seems to wield over the cult member is astounding. Maybe a convenient tool for later?
Anyway you step in. At first, you don't see what's special with this starfield. You blink, and the landscape seemed to change immensely.
Dear Arceus, that's overwhelming.
>You know the drill. 