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Post by Sellepa on Sept 17, 2010 17:09:23 GMT -5
As common as a thing wood is, it can still greatly affect us. It holds houses together, buildings in place. It forms tables and chairs, and is never noticed by anyone, save the woodcarver that made it.
Lyre stay snug against the captain's chest. All he had to do was set on the counter and cause a diversion. It was her axe. She could just snatch it up; pull it inside the flask and it would be gone. Hopefully he could get close enough to it. Oh the things that that axe could tell her. How many more seas it has seen. She was quite anxious. She was so close to the axe now, she could almost taste it. Just a few more feet and it would be in her reach.
All of the conversation was well and all, but the experiences that that axe must have had were outstanding. They must have been. She was quite excited. Almost there captain.
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Post by dilonovich on Sept 21, 2010 15:58:59 GMT -5
Now Fletcher had to pull on all the strings, and after constant concentration, he focused his energy.
As Fletcher stepped forward, a dark shadowed man from the crowd burst through the ring, pushed Fletcher into Armal and grabbed the axe. Then he ran through a gap in the dispersing bustle of seamen.
"AVAST! DON'T LET THAT CUR GET AWAY!!!"
Fletcher screamed, getting up from the fall. The axe thief rounded an alley...moving incredably fast, too fast for any normal person.
As the crowd either turned around in confusion or ran after the man, Fletcher stepped up to where the axe was leaned, covertly pulled out his flask, and had Lyre absord the actual axe that was now hidden by illusion.
Fletcher smiled...
SPELLS USED: Create Illusion: Thief Create Sound: Thief Create Illusion: Fake Axe Create Illusion: Hide Real Axe
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Post by Sellepa on Sept 21, 2010 18:53:41 GMT -5
There is never an identical piece of wood. Each tree, like people, is unique. There is never a sheet of wood that would ever quite match another. Wood only works together because they are forced to by woodcarvers. If it was up to the wood, they would stay alone forever.
Lyre snatched up the axe and pulled it into the flask. She would have to wait until they returned to the ship to properly absorb the contents and experience from the axe. For now, she just kept the axe in her core. The metal heat was a little uncomfortable in her chest, but the handle went down easy.
It might be best to stay inside the flask until she could find a different change of clothes. So instead, she simply engraved "Thank you" into the side of the mug, and waited for her captain to pick her up again.
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Post by shade4711 on Sept 21, 2010 22:37:15 GMT -5
Strange stuff was going on. After the battle Celestia thought she saw some old man in the crowd, but now he was gone. That couldn't have happened. The crowd had been staying at about the same size, so she would have noticed if he left. Then two more figures appear, some ship captain and a thief that stole the prized ax. But where did they come from?
Celestia decided to stay near the warriors and this new captain. She still wanted to see if these warriors were the type who would accept her message. And with all the strange things going on, the chances that a false god might be involved weren't exactly slim.
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Post by dilonovich on Sept 29, 2010 15:14:18 GMT -5
Slipping the flask back into his coat, Fletcher quickly turning to Armal and yelled over the confusion
"I will quickly grab my crew and organize a search party, we mustn't let this vagabond escape!"
With that, Fletcher turned, coat flowing in the wind, as he briskly walked back to his ship.
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Post by Sellepa on Sept 30, 2010 21:04:24 GMT -5
And back into the hands of the woodcarver. No matter the time spent away from his hands, the woodcarver can always make something new of wood. Even if it is just sawdust.
Lyre slipped under Fletcher's coat as he whirred around. Again latched onto his tool belt, she was ready to take on the world. They did need to find some new clothes for her if she was to look grand for the meeting later. However, she also understood that they needed to maintain The Captain's illusions. So she stayed put. They were headed back to the ship. Once they arrived, she could really find out what this axe had in store for them
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Post by dilonovich on Oct 13, 2010 12:48:02 GMT -5
The repairs were coming along smoothly. Lyre could be able to launch within the week...if it wasn't for that blasted storm. The dark clouds could be see on the horizon, the air was full of electricity.
Yelling for 5 of his deckhands, Fletcher filled them in on the axe thief and ordered them to help find the scallywag. The night was young, but Fletcher had too much to do to be wasting time pretending to find the thief.
He must get his things in order...and find out what secrets the axe holds.
Fletcher locked the door to his quarters.
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Post by Sellepa on Oct 13, 2010 19:08:12 GMT -5
Wood gives. Wood is forgiving unlike steel or brass. Wood gives. It folds itself into pressure, though is not overcome by it. Wood instead moves around it, making room. It gives.
Lyre slid out of her captain's coat once the door was shut. She stood near the edge of the room where her plank of khona wood lay in the floor. She was a little brittle and it was good to be back on the ship. She opened her mouth, wider and wider, till her neck slipped backwards and her jaws stood at an astounding ninety degrees. She reached in and pulled out the axe.
"I apologize for that captain, But it was the easiest way to store it in one piece." She knew that jaws usually don't unhinge when dealing with humans, and anything unfamiliar seemed to make them uneasy.
She threw the axe on the plank then stood on it herself. This was the moment of truth. Instantly, like splinters she fell apart. She lay a pile of crumbled wood on the cabin floor. This was a common process the captain had seen many times. Sap began to seep from the beam of khona wood and with one smooth *snap*, the axe and the shards were gone.
The earth seemed to rumble a bit, as though it consisted only of the ship and it's inhabitants. Suddenly, Lyre shot out of the side of the wall and crashed into the chair and desk. She began shaking and shuddering on the cabin floor. She looked pale and squirmed with pain. She cringed. "Captain." She said stammering. " Ca-a-ptain" And her eyes began to roll about as though they were not attached to her head. She rolled back and forth. She couldn't stay still...Something was definitely wrong.
Her body was there, but her mind...her mind was not.
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