[Treasure]Secret Tree House

The Secret Tree House

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Hidden amongst the various towering treeline of in Brisshal's looming forest rests a rather discreet and well hidden tree house. It's construction seems fairly basic, indicating that it was perhaps a temporary shelter. The tree house itself seems poorly maintained and perhaps long abandoned. Upon reaching the top and entering past the threshold, a large number of empty scattered crates can be found as well as a journal recounting a tale of some sorts, an ink well and a quill. One particular crate catches your eye however as the lid is still sealed and undisturbed over the passage of time.

Hidden: Vine Swing

By utilizing a series of vines, a player can swing from one to the next in order to reach the tree house at the precipice. Just be weary of falling!

Hidden: Mushroom Bounce

Some curious smelling mushrooms seem to have an unusual amount of elasticity. By hopping on one, you'll find that you can gain a decent amount of elevation to reach the next. Just be weary of falling!

The Chest: The crate seems fairly normal save for the fact that it's the only one that's gone untouched. It appears to be magically enchanted, as various runic circles interlock to form a puzzle of sorts to keep its contents undisturbed. Upon figuring out the puzzle, a ticking timer appears. You seem to only have enough time to grab 1 item.

Note: This is an event for people who have yet to open a treasure chest this week (timer reset's on Sunday).
Last reset - 6/18.

Briefly tell a story about what were you doing up until this point, then, describe how you would retrieve this chest. (400 words minimum)

4/4 Reward Claimed​

 

Lucia watched the tree house with some reservations, she didn't really think positively or negatively about the possibilities that might be found within. Despite that though there was a sense of adventure when it came to the things like this. If there was nothing ventured there'd be nothing gained! She tried the vines, thinking that her grip would be stronger then her aim with a jump, she'd used her grip and swinging to make her camp site after all. Tree top canopies were a home to her in this virtual world. Her first swing though proved that wrong, she tried to swing, but the feel of vines weren't as rough as the rope and string of her hammock home.

She almost fell the first time, her body slipping down to the end, her momentum dying. With a frown she managed to slowly edge her way by swinging back to the tree. Her action was a little humiliating, if people had seen she'd no doubt be a little red cheeked from her failure, but at least she didn't lose her grip at the end and slip down to the ground! With a second try she understood she underestimated it too much. Trying to find something dry, she decided on the driest soil she could find in the area-- Sand would have been much better but beggars couldn't be choosers. Instead she dusted her hands off and tried for a swing once more, building momentum before finally pushing herself towards the tree house with a long swing.

Initially she was disappointed, searching through the tree house, pushing over crates delicately, looking for what hasn't been rummaged through. But in the end, she glanced towards the one that seemed locked, puzzles fortunately weren't a weak point or a strong point. Though not as optimistic as she was with the swing, she still gave it a shot figuring it out after a few tries only. Though when the timer appeared, she grew flustered, reaching a hand to dig around in before finally grabbing onto something that looked useful, hoping for the very best.

 

Finding the inaccuracies in the world map, at least for this area, should prove beneficial in the future to gauge mental edits while traveling. The starting maps were still his current focus due to the nature of beginning any MMO. Hour long stretches of forest seemed to encompass the large man's build, as though taunting him for still being small than the out of control flora. As much as Alonso wanted to keep jogging full force even he knew when to take breaks in between. He still felt biological toxins in his feet screaming at him to slow down and conserve energy. Besides, it was easy to miss the minute details which most players would just walk on by to his or her next quest objective.

Alonso plopped himself onto a trunk, its tree having been struck down at some unrecognizable point. Sweat poured down his body, slouching over to rest his forearms on the appropriate thighs, a long exhale controlling the air flowing through his being. His avatar's design might as well have been a bear man of some sort instead of a Felis, but there was no option. Besides, looked the part irregardless. So far nobody was downright terrified of him. A good sign there was a chance people would want to pair up with him. Granted, most people did not care in real life what his mass was like, so it was reasonable he was not bothered in game.

The man rose his upper body to make it upright, his gaze wandering the trees above. To his knowledge none of the mobs crashed down from above to ambush unsuspecting players. Of course, the odd feeling he kept witnessing about this game kept the man on edge. Something had to be out of the ordinary, and a well placed structure met his eyes, "Hmmm?" Alonso pushed down on his knees, standing up to gain a better view of his target. He took a couple steps closer, his wider stride allowing him to save time. Up above rest an abandoned tree house which might have been lost to time. Both of the man's brows rose, "Odd. Pretty sure this wasn't on the mini map even."

If it was in use at one point there had to be a way up. Shifting his head, Alonso found a vine dangling over a branch a couple trees from where the house was stationed. Others followed in a convenient enough pattern from which he could swing between each of them to reach his destination. Could be the work out he needed. "Better get started if I want to get back for a decent meal," the man confirmed. The lowest vine he saw required his climbing up a tree, but his reach and strength due to his physical build was sufficient. Wandering over to his first position, Alonso bent down before leaping up, grabbing the low branch and pulling his mass onto the sturdy wood.

He centered himself, eyes locked onto the next branch resting near the first vine. The Felis readied himself and took a forward leap. More effort was needed since the next standing point was about a foot or two away, and seemed a little higher. If Alonso fell he was still low enough to not sustain any troublesome damage. To his relief he managed to grab onto the branch, once more pulling himself up. Right in front of him the vine dangled with nothing but the wind altering its position. Eyes narrowed, his large hand extending outwards to grab the vine, pulling on it to be certain it was sturdy. "Good," he said. Both of his palms moved to position on the vine, pushing his body by way of his legs to give himself a boost.

Just like gym class. Rather, elementary school gym class since there was a distinct lack of rope climbing when he was in high school. The next vine held still in the Felis's sights, inching closer with each part of his ascent. Alonso got close, but as one hand left its own grip to reach out he felt himself begin to slide down, "SHIT!" Cat based reflexes allowed him to reform his grip on the current vine and prevent himself from crashing into the ground. He needed to be more aware of his grip. Dying just to investigate some tree house in the middle of the words was far from the best course of action today. The man huffed and began his ascent once more.

This time proved to be better, and much more successful. Further up the present vine and over to the next, being certain his grip retained a significant hold. Once more Alonso felt himself slide down the next vine, but to a lesser degree. Muscles strained, and he still had more vines to go, but the rhythm began to fill his instincts. The over sized cat man forced his body back and forth, starting a swinging motion. Physics still applied here. That was another relief. He found the next, targeted vine move closer with each swing. Both of his legs kept a better hold this time as he reached out to grab the new vine, hopping over and repeating the process.

He proceeded to land on another branch after another two vines. Wiping his hands on his pants, he needed to make sure moisture did not cause his grip to suffer. He was too high up at this point to make any severe mistakes. Just one more vine, then a branch, then two more vines and he would reach his destination. Alonso nodded, surprised that he managed to get this far, "Not too bad I suppose." These vines were long enough that he could slide down each one for some breathing room. Yet, he needed to have caution of the time. Without hesitation he grabbed the nearby vine and began his vine swinging once more.

Both of his feet landed with a thud on the wooden floorboards. The worst part was over for the time being. Passing the threshold he gained a better view of the tree house's inhabitants. Crates, a journal, and a treasure chest with an odd lock. A rumbling hum escaped his throat, as he tended to do, eyeing the journal and wandering over to the treasure chest. The man took a knee to examine the lock with a thorough examination. It was a series of small discs with numerous lines at right angles, small etchings dotted around the outer rim. Upon trying to rotate the outer circumference, it did not budge. "Oh, I see how you prefer to operate," Alonso told the inanimate lock.

Unlatching the mechanism took him a few minutes. Each of the angled lines needed to be in a certain position, lining up with each other and the etchings around the border. No breaks were allowed in between the lines. Both of his hands continued their work, rotating the circular layers and making sure the lines were in order. Process of elimination garnered the man the true solution, a click resounding from within the box. In addition a timer sprang up to denote he needed to get out of here before some unforeseen circumstance occurred. "Damn I can't stay any longer," Alonso growled, taking hold of the most reasonable item in the chest.

He did want to know about the journal, a hand reaching out and swiping it from its resting place, deciding it better to read it in a safer area. Making sure his newfound inventory was held in place around his belt packs, the man aimed for the vines. He knew their pattern, and knew the rhythm to get back down. Fooling around with other options would get him nowhere. Alonso reached out for the vine he used to land on the tree house's establishment, checking his grip to ensure his survival. Climb up, reach out, hop over. That was his process, and it worked just as he confirmed prior.

Once he made it back to the initial two branches, Alonso changed his process up just a bit. He forced his grip onto the large trunk, which required a bit more tact than jumping around, and began to slide down. The man reached the bottom branch, landing on it for a moment. Right beneath him was the ground awaiting his return. At this point he was not at risk of injury, taking a leap off the lowest branch and maneuvering his shoulders to roll in the dirt before landing in all fours. Just like the bestial cat man he decided to be. More fierce perhaps. Sighing, Alonso stood back up and dusted himself off, "I think I'm done for today. Better head back before something unsightly decides to pop out."

With that, he made his way back to a safe zone to get a better idea of the item he collected, as well do some well earned reading from that journal he swiped.

 

What a strange conundrum, Cynesiege normally never dared to venture out like this on his own, but today? Today was different. The large, weighty knight felt it necessary to hunt for some sort of better tool or resource for survival. His fire cloak was cinched around his pauldrons, and in such a manner that would not impede his movement but so much. Cyn was simply feeling adventurous, and brave, seeking probably to either farm, or meet a traveling team that he could dispense some free heals on to gain some fame. Things swiftly changed when the palpable mystery surrounding that lofty structure above the treelines. The curious mushroom patterns were also... specific, geometric almost. Cyn initially was to try the vines, but realizing he had no extra armor to defend himself in case of ambush, he grew frustrated.

"Ah, blast it all! This plate mail is so redundant! I," he angrily roared, heaving a decent sized stone in an attempt to destroy, out of character as what he saw to be strange level design, and in character to be a petty distraction from his dissatisfaction. In his surprise, the mushroom reflected the stone with considerable elasticity, flinging it far higher than the next 'shroom. "...Lady luck never ceases to favor me now, does she?" Chortling, the heavy knight rescinded the distaste he held for the area before him, and began scaling up whatever structures he could to gain momentum across the jagged lines and sloped corners of the platforming area. It admittedly tired him to some degree, but he could not afford to lose any extra distance he might gain with weight. Finally, near where the vines overhung, he slipped with a leap of faith, plummeting to the lowest mushroom.

Boi-oi-oi-oing!

The fungi reflected the knight skyward, angled towards the next with his speed still strong. Curling himself up like a human cannonball, as to preserve his body, Cyn tried his best to keep on the lookout without losing speed. At last, he fell with a hearty thunk onto old wood. Old wood, was this..?! Unfurling himself like some sort of hedgehog, and laying prone on his stomach, trying to catch his breath. The shimmer of a warding system, a magic ring of some sort, caught his eye. Treasure, encased in some timer! Cyn reached his hand out, hopefully to what looked like a handle or greave of some sort, in high hopes that he would be able to better obtain something held similar qualities to his starting gear. Trying to reach for more, the knight only grasped at thin air, having already tossed the tool between his feet in order to preserve it outside the magic barrier. He looked down to the object, not before giving a wayward glance to the quill and paper, remembering that for after he inspected his loot.

 

Kessler glanced up at the tree, the promises of loot made him moisten his lips, it wasn't every day a place to break into was just available. Though the questionable means of entry made him frown, really what was this supposed to be, some kids game? Mushrooms that bounce? Vines to swing from trees? The ancient era of console gaming had died long ago, was there any need for these broken down clichés to be dusted off? He could only roll his eyes as he began working his shoulder, worried that he'd have a hard time if he fell. He really didn't like this game after all, he kept complaining.

"Now or never though." He groaned before setting down his heavier tools. Charging towards the mushroom with a keen eye, he'd run through the streets before, fire escapes, rooftops, woods, it was all familiar to him in reality, so the game wasn't a challenge. Jumping up onto the mushroom, he felt his foot sink in before blasting him upwards as if he were fired out of it rather then merely bounced. Unlike a trampoline, he felt the height he reached was unusual, but just what he needed when he made it to the top swinging a hand to snatch the base of the tree. Even if he had the momentum to land foot first, he wouldn't tempt fait and instead used his arm to drag the latter half of his body up. Rolling into the tree house not much worse for wear.

Giving himself a dust down, he glanced around and gave a few crates a kick before arriving at the enchanted one. His gaze narrows making him groan. Magical stuff wasn't good for him, if it were a vault door he could snap it open quick and be off with loot soon, but all of this magic mumbo jumbo was foreign to him, he didn't understand these types of tricks or trades. "Alright then, guess I'll fiddle with it til it opens." He murmured giving it a kick a few times, smashing his hand onto the mechanisms trying to open it like a savage. It was only when force didn't seem to work he'd grow more delicate and dexterous. Careful of how he opened it before the lock finally popped making him groan. Reaching in, he'd snatch whatever caught his eye before moving on, hoping it'd be worth his time and effort... But that naturally wasn't all. IF possible he'd even drag the crate off with him just for the keeping. After all wasn't such a mystical thing hard to come by? Why leave the crate behind when you could carry it all off? He'd put in a solid effort but if it proved impossible he'd only leave it behind annoyed.

 

@Lucia Mierz

As you quickly swipe at an object in the crate the lid snaps shut with a heavy slam. The protective wards have returned and resealed the container. The in-game interface indicates the following item now rests in your palm:

Medium Coin Pouch 100 g

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@Alonso Thorlion

As you quickly swipe at an object in the crate the lid snaps shut with a heavy slam. The protective wards have returned and resealed the container. The in-game interface indicates the following item now rests in your palm:

Wand of Flatulence (Consumable) Upon pointing the wand at a creature, a loud, long drawn out fart sounds from the target. (1 charge)

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@Cynesiege

As you quickly swipe at an object in the crate the lid snaps shut with a heavy slam. The protective wards have returned and resealed the container. The in-game interface indicates the following item now rests in your palm:

Butcher's Cleaver (2H Slash) There appear to be some specks of blood permanently stained upon the blade. Ew.

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@Kessler Cole

As you quickly swipe at an object in the crate the lid snaps shut with a heavy slam. The protective wards have returned and resealed the container. The in-game interface indicates the following item now rests in your palm:

Small Coin Pouch 50 g