A Drust Witch's Coin - Writing Prompt, Rooks Pursuit

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Below is a writing prompt, you are meant to take what is here, and create a bit of a story describing how your character would react to seeing or experiencing these things. Be descriptive! Have Fun!

Only reveal the spoilers of the Results you got. Those dictate YOUR story.

A Drust Witch’s Coin :coin:

You find a written letter, left on the Rooks Pursuit mission table:

I have an object that needs examined for it’s true purpose. If you are interested you can find it within the grey weathered chest below this table.

It is a single coin, Drust in origin. We were able to procure this item from a witch while in Kul Tiras, she claims it can show you what you truly desire, or what you fear the most…

I have not had the heart to touch it…

  • Barrtram

Investigating the Coin:

If you attempt to investigate this coin, just looking at it or touching it would yield no answers, (If you decide to flip it, see below.)

If your character is a history buff, or from Drustvar, they would know this is a pretty commonly found currency in the area, but older.

IF you use magical means to examine the coin,

ROLL a D20 :game_die:

**1-5: **

Nothing happens, but you are now incredibly weak and tired.

5-10:

A faint hint of Shadow Magic pulses from the coin, then fades. You feel weakened and tired.

10-15:

A blurry image of a large bearded man appears to you, with large wooden antlers made of withered limbs. He laughs, then fades. You feel a bit weak afterwards.

15-20:

Gorak Tul appears to you, and laughs menacingly, he reaches out a hand… trying to pull your soul in to the coin… to feed off your life force. You are able to resist. You get the feeling that a part of his soul is bound to this coin, and trying to release itself… If your character does not know who Gorak Tul is, they would just see a large bearded man, with antlers made of tree limbs, unknown to them.

Flipping the Coin:

If you flip the coin, flip a coin IRL
If you get heads:

You see that which your character desires most, what they love. The image is vivid, and feels real to them, joy rushes over them just before the vision fades.

If you get tails:

You see what your character fears the most. It becomes true to them, and as they feel the fear and dread grip over them, the vision fades.

If you try to flip the coin a second time, nothing happens.

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Finding the note upon the table, Gaxb quickly skims it over, before tossing it aside. He pushes the table to the side, to reveal the small grey chest underneath, plops it on the table and pulls out the coin.

He holds it up to the lantern light, examining it. It is unfamiliar in origin to him. Placing it upon the tip of his thumb, he flips it, catches it and reveals a heads…

Suddenly images flood his mind, of a gathering of goblins, a family. Trekking through Dustwallow Marsh, they chase fireflies, fish, play hide and seek amongst the trees. The faces of the family flash before him, each smiling and filling him with extreme warmth. They each reach out to hug him. They welcome him back home… Joy.

The images fade.
The sense of dread takes hold again.

“What a cruel thing.”
Gaxb tosses the coin back in the chest, and leaves, alone.

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Terrordale

What did he know about coins or Kul Tiras for that matter? Well, Okwaho knew they had Tide Sages and he particularly wanted nothing to do with shamans that had that kind of control over the element of water. In fact, he had felt distinctly off being in the islands of Zandalar and Kul Tiras with nothing but the smell of seaspray assaulting him near every tavern he was trying to open trade with… not to mention the ones under the water.

But he was intrigued not to mention always curious, and despite hearing loud warning rumblings from his own gut and the earth elemental that was calling his physical frame home, he was a Sage of the Earthen Ring and ready to check out this strange curiosity.

Okwaho nudged the box out from under the table with his hoof and casually lifted it to the table. He let his cornflower blue eyes look over the coin and admired the work that had been put into the design. One finger touched the face of the coin, but he felt nothing good or ill, just metal and well defined cuts in the face of the coin.

“I already know what I truly desire… and I am pretty sure having died twice, what could I really fear, since I do not fear death if it is for the right reason. So what say you coin, what do you think you know about me that I already do not know?” He is not laughing, but not entirely grim as he hefts the decent sized coin in his Shu’halo hand and flips it into the air, watching it land tails up on the table…

He knows immediately the fear he faces, the same that had gripped him in the haunted village of Terrordale, when Redwood had been asked to help investigate the town just outside of Stratholme. It had not been the deathly darkness, blinding them as they entered the outskirts, or the yelling as they were separated from one another…

It was simply forgetting who he was. Forgetting he was a shaman, forgetting he was a Redwood, even forgetting his name. And the feeling now was even worse, because he knew that if he forgot himself now, he would forget another… he would forget … who?

When the coin released him, there were tears running down his cheeks and he quickly donned a glove and threw the coin back into the box it came in and swept it under the table. He’d do no more business that night and left the tavern as quickly as his long legs could move.

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Barrtram takes a seat next to his mission table. Looking over the various requests for help…
“So much to do, not enough time…” he thinks to himself.
He lets out a long sigh.

“Maybe I can look over some of these myself.”

He remembers the strange coin, and pulls it from underneath the table, removing it from its container.

“My brother was more attuned to the arcane, but maybe I can manage something…”
He begins to examine the coin, casting a divination his brother had taught him… Unsure if he was saying the correct incantation.

*Rolled a 17.*

The shadows in the room begin to gather, forming in to a large formidable man… adorned with bones and antlers, he laughs.

Some sort of… Drust Druid? Barrtram was unfamiliar with their culture, but learning.

The figure was transparent, not fully formed, he reached out. Barrtram could feel weakness overtake his body as the figure tried to feed from him…

Barrtram steadied his mind, he pushed back with what will he could. Tossing the coin to the ground. He falls to his knees, tired.

The laughter fades. He is once again alone by the mission table.

“I will need to get better mages on this…” He tosses the coin in to its chest, tucks it under his arm, and leaves to explain what he saw to others.