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| Principle of Enthropy |
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| Child of the Storm |
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In the deepest desert, where the wind sings over the deep thrumming of the sand, and the sun hangs like a coal in a sapphire sky, when the wind is just right, and the dunes have shifted just so, you might find the tip of a doorway. Carved from the bedrock of the desert, it stands alone, unsupported, with no foundation around it. Is it the remains of an ancient palace? No. If you could open the perfectly preserved teak door, you would find yourself in the palace of the Djinn, and here is where our story begins.
The Djinn are a proud people, tall as a house, their veins running with sand, eyes burning like the desert sun, and they are long-lived, each surviving more than an age of mankind. But once in every thousand generations, a child is born to them… different.
The girl you see before you was a Djinn, born small, more human that her sires, and instead of the dry heat of the desert, her power lies in the sudden tempests that rip through the sands, blasting the sky with lightening and draining away the grains with torrents of water. This is a child of the storm.
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She stands no more than 5 feet tall, wearing silken viels, even over her hair and face and chains of bells and coins at her wrists, waist, and ankles. Dark, almost black ringlets peak out of her hood, and violet eyes, as quick to smile as to frown, peak over the near transparent viel.
Though many strange adventures unfolded through the magic scroll she found herself in possession of, the strangest adventure yet were the denizens of this place, this MagicDuel. Here, she met wind spirits and immortals, fey and fruit and elves and vampires. Werewolves and undead guided her way, and even a simple slave girl became a friend. Puzzles opened at her touch, and music guided her feet in dance upon paper floors under parchment roofs. Yet still, she was nameless...
Until a kind soldier took her into his mind, his arms, and his heart, and named her, opening her to new things, giving her the ability to grow and change and become MORE. |
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Name: Ley
Hight: 5'
Weight: Depends on form
Hair: Black
Eyes: Violet
Skin: Sun-tanned
Garments: 4 silk viels, blue at her waist, red at her breast, black over her hair, and purple over her face, one coin belt, with a golden key marked "12" hanging from it, bracelets and anklets of tiny silver bells.
Other Possessions: A small bag of coins and a plank of wood given by sasha lilias, and a silver coffee service with 4 porceline cups.
Powers: Composed of fine sand, storm winds, and heat lightening, she can use these powers at will for her defence and other purposes, but her true power comes from a complex network of debts and obligations, a power she can never use for herself. |
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Invie decided he would interrogate Willow to find out what they knew of the gifts. Alongside them was Sunfire and someone who Willow described as the "putrid one". This arrangement, good cop, bad cop, and smelly cop, continued until Aamon, Jakubhi, and Aia appeared later to listen in on the conversation.
Willow was a sly one who unfortunately lacked memory until Sunfire palmed him a rather large Diamond. Upon miraculously regaining his memory Willow proceeded to explain that he allowed “the Fat Man” to store presents in exchange for an exorbitant number of coins. There was also a significant amount of advertising of his potions which are likely a scam. However the writer would like it noted that they are a bargain of a scam at just one silver coin, get them today! (advert inserted due to a large amount of coin changing hand, Willow is a crafty one)
Once discussions of low low priced potions had abated, Willow was then confused why there would still be presents in his storeroom, stating that they are normally gone on Christmas Eve. They remarked that they found their present under the tree as usual so was surprised when they found the presents still in the storeroom.
Willow was able to confirm, through viewing a flier of the murdered elf, that this was the person hanging around his storeroom. He remarked that the elf was seen moving presents back into the storeroom on Christmas Eve. This was something he felt was a tad odd, however you do not question the Fat Man’s elves, so he let it slide.
Bad cop continued until Invie made the somewhat final mistake of biting Willow’s hand. You know what they say, you don’t bite the hand that feeds you information. The Shop Guardian I was called in and escorted the troublemaker out of the premises, locking Willows shop to all who wanted to enter.
Like many others, Willow was unable to take the presents, however upon inspecting them decided it was likely elf magic protecting them. He was shown a snowflake by Aamon and agreed that that too smelt of elf magic. Willow stated that while they are an artificer (and self professed expert potion maker) they were not familiar with elf magic, but would tinker to see what could be achieved.
While Willow was very keen to accept the kind offers of more coin to take them to the Fat Man, he had to admit he did not know how to contact him. They explained the mountain of coin gets delivered by Aramour directly from the Fat Man. While third cop Ledah had been mostly quiet until now, he took special interest in this discussions concerning Willow and causing him to make notes about doubling the guard.
Good cop Sunfire continued the investigation, opting not to bite any more hands, and convinced Willow to explain that a number of elves that work for the Archives and they may know the Fat Man. Unfortunately the time drew on and Willows hands grew itchy, feeling anxious about the lost coin he was not scamming off people. At this point he bustled off ending the discussion and went to re-open the shop.
The full log is available on the forum, continue to send details to the INVISIBLE VOICE’s as required. The adventure, continues. ... |
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