forum Trope-Inversion RP?

Started July 17, 2019 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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"Well, it foretells of a tax-collector's son, rising up to defeat Belithae, among others." The priest explained.

"…How do you know it's me? Aren't there other sons of tax collectors? Besides, I'm hardly even his son anymore…" Cas held a kitten close to his chest, scratching gently behind its ears.

(Ahaha sry I wasn't on last night my internet cut out again.)
"Again, we have the prophecy." The priest responded. "And you know, we will reward you handsomely. Fifty Inkrits up front, and a fully furnished sod afterwards." He explained.
(Inkrits are an obviously fictional currency.)

"Yeah, but what if we die? Not that I give a flying fuck, but the others might. Then what are we working for?" Cas looked up at the priest, clearly skeptical.

"If you die we have clerics who can reach into the world of rhe dead and revive you." The priest assured.

"Uh… I think I'd rather just stay dead, but I've got nothing to lose whatsoever, so… lead the way, I guess." Cas adjusted his grip on the kitten he was holding.

Priest smiles, turning away and beginning to walk out of the alley, next to you would need to find the son of a blacksmith!

Cas walked beside the priest, having to walk rather quickly to keep up because of his height. He gently set the kitten he was holding into his pocket.

Ava tinkered around with a little wooden figure that walks. She had about 12 of these and she had named them all. She was thinking of names. Once she finished she wound it up and let him walk around. "I think I'll name you…Jason." She said after a bit. "Yeah! You look like a Jason." She said as she moved him to another table as she began to clean her table.

The priest came to the main road again, waiting for the tax-collector's son. Pitchden was bustling, steam from baker's shops wafted their way, and the sound of cart wheels could be heard creeking over the roads.

Cas trotted after the priest, staying close so he wouldn't get lost. He had a tendency to lose himself in crowds. He kept checking his pockets to make sure the kittens were okay, and slipped someone's wallet out of their pocket as he walked, smoothly putting it into his own.

After a few minutes of walking they came to the woodcraft and metalworking district of town

Ava finished cleaning up and blew out the candle she had been using for light when tinkering with the smaller pieces of the toy. She began to hum a song about lullaby as she walked around the shop. After her father died she mainly ran the shop, though her uncle did help some, he was usually busy with his own shop so she was alone today.

The duo came to a small shop, to ask directions, before coming face to face with a girl, around the same height as the tax-collector's son.
She, was also the daughter of an artisan
Perfect

Ava heard the door open and turned around to greet the person. "Hello! Welcome to…" She said before trailing off, recognizing the priest. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the priest. "What do you want?" She asked before turning her back and cleaning up a bit more, venom in her voice.

"We would like to recruit you into a special platoon of individuals. We need an artisan's daughter." He added, sensing the cold, aloof quality of her voice.

"Well, I'm not a daughter anymore," Ava said, her back still turned to him. "Plus, why would I want to go on a quest that could kill me if I can have a good life here?" She asked.

"To save this realm from being overrun by demons of the abyss." He replied. "And for a large reward

Ava rolled her eyes but perked up at the last bit. "Reward?" She asked turning around to face him and the boy.

"A bag of inkrits up front and a furnished sod after." He explained.

(Ahh!)
Ava thought about it for a minute. "That's still a no for me. I'm not dying over some gold and dirt." She said turning her back again.