04-15-2015, 10:15 PM
Harry's boat wasn't the best little sailboat on the waves, but it got him to shore safely, and that's really all that mattered. There wasn't anything to moor the craft to, so he steered it into the shallows as best he could and hopped out. The wizard laid a hand on the boat as he stood thigh-deep in the water, clearing his mind and extracting the omnilium from the boat. It took several minutes, but when he was done there was no boat to drift away, and he'd be able to summon it back later.
Mentally sectioning off the Omnilium he'd gained for that purpose, he waded to shore and walked to the edge of the treeline, picking up various sticks and breaking off branches from fallen trees. He could summon a campfire, but this would be more efficient. He laid the wood on the sand and built it up into a pyramid shape, then snapped his fingers with a muttered "Flickum Biccus" to light the smaller twigs aflame.
Soon, the wizard had a roaring fire, which he sat next to with his legs crossed. He focused on some of the Omnilium he'd accumulated, picturing his old revolver. He meditated on it, summoning it slowly, letting his clothes dry out as he did so. In a half-hour, the sun had crept to a position that led Harry to think it was still just midmorning, Harry was pocketing a .357 Magnum revolver, and a rickety-looking rowboat had appeared moving towards his island. The wizard stood up to his towering height of 6'4", trying to make out the boat's occupant and convinced that he was hallucinating; he saw giant ribbons rowing a girl in a Victorian outfit towards him. He kept watching, leaning slightly on his staff as the laser burns ached from the fire's warmth and the use of his muscles. It wasn't too bad, but he'd rest his muscles as much as he could, while he could. It was a habit he'd picked up over the years, and he wasn't going to stop any time soon.
His life was complicated.
Mentally sectioning off the Omnilium he'd gained for that purpose, he waded to shore and walked to the edge of the treeline, picking up various sticks and breaking off branches from fallen trees. He could summon a campfire, but this would be more efficient. He laid the wood on the sand and built it up into a pyramid shape, then snapped his fingers with a muttered "Flickum Biccus" to light the smaller twigs aflame.
Soon, the wizard had a roaring fire, which he sat next to with his legs crossed. He focused on some of the Omnilium he'd accumulated, picturing his old revolver. He meditated on it, summoning it slowly, letting his clothes dry out as he did so. In a half-hour, the sun had crept to a position that led Harry to think it was still just midmorning, Harry was pocketing a .357 Magnum revolver, and a rickety-looking rowboat had appeared moving towards his island. The wizard stood up to his towering height of 6'4", trying to make out the boat's occupant and convinced that he was hallucinating; he saw giant ribbons rowing a girl in a Victorian outfit towards him. He kept watching, leaning slightly on his staff as the laser burns ached from the fire's warmth and the use of his muscles. It wasn't too bad, but he'd rest his muscles as much as he could, while he could. It was a habit he'd picked up over the years, and he wasn't going to stop any time soon.
His life was complicated.
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