You check the quest board one day to find something curious— Limited Quest: The Mysterious Sky Islands.
Limited quests like these are hard to come by and even harder to accept before other eagle-eyed explorers swoop in to claim one of the few slots available. Luckily for you, you can count yourself among that fortunate group today.
After accepting the quest, an NPC totters over to your side: a wisp of an old man who might very well topple under the pressures of a modest breeze. You hunch down to listen to his tale of misspent youth, dreams of taking flight long passed.
His days were spent perfecting the ultimate flying machine, a veritable tin can held together by scraps of metal and rusting bolts. His invention is finally complete, but at his advanced age, braving the skies is no easy task. That's why he's selected a small handful of intrepid adventurers to take to the skies in his stead and fly to an island that's always hung just out of his reach.
After listening to the old man's tale, you agree to board his rickety flying contraption and set sail to islands unknown... and if you're lucky, you'll manage to get there in one piece.
You're flying to the mysterious island with four others and each of you have been tasked with exploring a different part of the island. Unfortunately, your flying machine... explodes just above the island proper. The five of you are flung to different sections of the island and marooned there, but as it happens, what you find on your stretch of island correlates with the tasks handed to you by the npc. How very auspicious.
Take care as you go about your individual tasks: this island is incredibly windy. One misstep and you'll end up hurtling to the ground with your task incomplete and the old man relying on you sorely disappointed. Good luck, adventurers!
[Complain all you like, Pete, but the task in front of you is obvious: build those ladders. If it isn't clear enough — or he's just that unwilling to believe he's being made to do manual labor — a scrap of paper flits through the air and affixes itself to his face.
The text on the paper reads as follows: Build those ladders. Got it?]
[It's a little of both tbh. He huffs but starts trying to work out the best way to put these pieces together to make as long a ladder as is feasible.]
Not even a set of obscure ikea directions. Honestly. [That said he's built a fair amount of Ikea furniture so he can probably work out the construction with not to much difficulty.]
[His efforts will eventually bear fruit, but constructing the bridges is only half the battle. Has PP thought about how he'll connect the bridges to the other islands?]
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The hell am I gonna do with all this?
[If he looks around, is there anything else in sight? NPCs, other islands, landmarks, etc?]
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The text on the paper reads as follows: Build those ladders. Got it?]
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Not even a set of obscure ikea directions. Honestly.
[That said he's built a fair amount of Ikea furniture so he can probably work out the construction with not to much difficulty.]
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