02-29-2016, 01:41 AM
The Sage leaned back and cracked open one of his books. There was something wonderful about his current predicament, a kind of mad joy that he couldn't truly explain or describe. There was nothing to tie him anywhere. There was nothing that he needed to do. There was nowhere he needed to go. There was nobody looking for him.
Mostly. he thought as the Lexistone in his pouch thrummed with static. The chatter of a nearby squadron of stormtroopers cut through the natural humming of the stone. The Lexistone had been more than worth the investment. Lexistones were rare in Shallot, they were owned only by a select group of the royal battle-mages and were among their most prized possessions. The stones were infused with magical power, and they could tune into the frequencies of magic in the area. This allowed the mage not only to monitor the amount of magic nearby, but skilled users could also read the humming of the stones enough to gain some incite into the spells that others were about to utilize. There were some of the most coveted items in the kingdom, and there were rumored to be only a dozen in all of Shallot.
Well, now there are thirteen. He thought to himself with a grin, and pulled out the stone. The stone had taken a much larger amount of time than the cane, the rocks, even the horse. It had taken probably about an hour, or at least, that's how long it had felt. He had created it mostly just to see if he could, but upon the creation of the Lexistone he was shocked to find that it did more here. He couldn't explain it, but the Lexistone was somehow able to key into the communicators the stormtroopers used to speak to each other.
This opened a plethora of questions, many of which the Sage was not entirely ready to accept. Did the Empire use magic for things as simple as speaking over distances? Was this some aspect of the Lexistone that was not known in his own land? Or was it simply kept from the public, allowing the most powerful of the mages to speak with each other from across the kingdom at once?
Or are you simply having a grand old time at my expense, Omni? Warping the artifacts of my home to further disorient me. I would hope you have higher standards for yourself in this case...
Regardless it had proven useful, allowing him to listen in on his pursers as they traversed the city. They didn't have an active trail on him, and in truth this patrol was likely just coincidence. They didn't seem to be intent on a single target, they were simply looking for trouble, hopefully trouble with a hefty coin purse. The stipend they received from the empire was moderately large, but it could always stand an infusion of extra capital.
The patrol moved along the docks, stopping only to scare off a beggar outside one of the taverns. The Sage listened to their chatter as it died out and was absorbed into the natural humming of the Lexistone.
He leaned back against the hull of the ship, and started to read using the Lexistones soft glow. It was certainly less light than was ideal for him to see, but it was sufficient, even here in the darkened galley of the ship. He wasn't sure where it was going, or even who manned it, but he wasn't overly concerned. He was a prime, he could summon food enough to keep himself alive for months, and he knew how to keep himself quiet if he had too. It wasn't likely that the crew of this ship would spot him any time soon. They had left only two men on the deck, and they had both fallen asleep long before the Sage had stepped aboard. The ship seemed to be about to sail, its hold was full with crates of some sort of black bean. They smelled stronger than the Sage would have preferred, but he supposed it would serve to keep him more alert. It would only be awkward if someone were to find him down here.
He didn't NEED to stow-away, when it came down to it, Dasha had taught him enough about the verses that he could create some sort of recognizable currency without too much trouble. But there was something about this method that appealed to his sense of adventure. He would know next to nothing about the destination of the journey, but in truth he didn't need to. The Sage squinted at the words in the faint glow, even his glasses . It would be easy enough to read once morning came, but he would need something for the nights when the tossing of the ship was likely to be keeping him awake. His eye strayed back to the Lexistone once again. This could become slightly too important... He thought as he looked into the stone. There was something new about the stone's activity even beyond the frequencies it was gathering from nearby communicators. It was strange, within the stone he could see what seemed to be words, perhaps even whole books contained within the stone, a veritable treasure-trove of literature and knowledge.
This would more than suffice.
Dasha guided the last few drunkards out the door of the Velvet Dolphin. There hadn't been any news of a conflict in town, perhaps the fool had managed to get himself out of the city without causing a scene after all. She went into the back, and came out again with a mop to clean up the spill from Daedilen's latest rampage. She paused, as she found a customer sitting at the bar. He was tall, with flaming red hair and a large presence. She had little doubt he hadn't been there when she closed.
“What can I do for you so late in the night?” she asked slowly, noting the well-polished leather armor and the large blade the figure was sporting on his back.
“Just following up a lead.” he said, and fixed her with a smirk, “heard an easy bounty strolled through your place the day before last.”
Not much point in denying it. she supposed. “Aye, the little prime traveler? What of him?”
“Just wondering if he gave note of where he was heading.” The bounty hunter asked, still bemused by the situation. Dasha shook her head. “Just said he was going to have a jaunt around the place and see the sights. Bit of a day-dreamer to be honest.” She fixed the hunter's gaze with her own. And he's got a job to do. So you'd better not be causing trouble.
He stared back at her for a moment, and shrugged, headed for the door. “Well, if he finds his way back here. Tell him that Fenix the Undying is going to be the one to collect his bounty.”
Mostly. he thought as the Lexistone in his pouch thrummed with static. The chatter of a nearby squadron of stormtroopers cut through the natural humming of the stone. The Lexistone had been more than worth the investment. Lexistones were rare in Shallot, they were owned only by a select group of the royal battle-mages and were among their most prized possessions. The stones were infused with magical power, and they could tune into the frequencies of magic in the area. This allowed the mage not only to monitor the amount of magic nearby, but skilled users could also read the humming of the stones enough to gain some incite into the spells that others were about to utilize. There were some of the most coveted items in the kingdom, and there were rumored to be only a dozen in all of Shallot.
Well, now there are thirteen. He thought to himself with a grin, and pulled out the stone. The stone had taken a much larger amount of time than the cane, the rocks, even the horse. It had taken probably about an hour, or at least, that's how long it had felt. He had created it mostly just to see if he could, but upon the creation of the Lexistone he was shocked to find that it did more here. He couldn't explain it, but the Lexistone was somehow able to key into the communicators the stormtroopers used to speak to each other.
This opened a plethora of questions, many of which the Sage was not entirely ready to accept. Did the Empire use magic for things as simple as speaking over distances? Was this some aspect of the Lexistone that was not known in his own land? Or was it simply kept from the public, allowing the most powerful of the mages to speak with each other from across the kingdom at once?
Or are you simply having a grand old time at my expense, Omni? Warping the artifacts of my home to further disorient me. I would hope you have higher standards for yourself in this case...
Regardless it had proven useful, allowing him to listen in on his pursers as they traversed the city. They didn't have an active trail on him, and in truth this patrol was likely just coincidence. They didn't seem to be intent on a single target, they were simply looking for trouble, hopefully trouble with a hefty coin purse. The stipend they received from the empire was moderately large, but it could always stand an infusion of extra capital.
The patrol moved along the docks, stopping only to scare off a beggar outside one of the taverns. The Sage listened to their chatter as it died out and was absorbed into the natural humming of the Lexistone.
He leaned back against the hull of the ship, and started to read using the Lexistones soft glow. It was certainly less light than was ideal for him to see, but it was sufficient, even here in the darkened galley of the ship. He wasn't sure where it was going, or even who manned it, but he wasn't overly concerned. He was a prime, he could summon food enough to keep himself alive for months, and he knew how to keep himself quiet if he had too. It wasn't likely that the crew of this ship would spot him any time soon. They had left only two men on the deck, and they had both fallen asleep long before the Sage had stepped aboard. The ship seemed to be about to sail, its hold was full with crates of some sort of black bean. They smelled stronger than the Sage would have preferred, but he supposed it would serve to keep him more alert. It would only be awkward if someone were to find him down here.
He didn't NEED to stow-away, when it came down to it, Dasha had taught him enough about the verses that he could create some sort of recognizable currency without too much trouble. But there was something about this method that appealed to his sense of adventure. He would know next to nothing about the destination of the journey, but in truth he didn't need to. The Sage squinted at the words in the faint glow, even his glasses . It would be easy enough to read once morning came, but he would need something for the nights when the tossing of the ship was likely to be keeping him awake. His eye strayed back to the Lexistone once again. This could become slightly too important... He thought as he looked into the stone. There was something new about the stone's activity even beyond the frequencies it was gathering from nearby communicators. It was strange, within the stone he could see what seemed to be words, perhaps even whole books contained within the stone, a veritable treasure-trove of literature and knowledge.
This would more than suffice.
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Dasha guided the last few drunkards out the door of the Velvet Dolphin. There hadn't been any news of a conflict in town, perhaps the fool had managed to get himself out of the city without causing a scene after all. She went into the back, and came out again with a mop to clean up the spill from Daedilen's latest rampage. She paused, as she found a customer sitting at the bar. He was tall, with flaming red hair and a large presence. She had little doubt he hadn't been there when she closed.
“What can I do for you so late in the night?” she asked slowly, noting the well-polished leather armor and the large blade the figure was sporting on his back.
“Just following up a lead.” he said, and fixed her with a smirk, “heard an easy bounty strolled through your place the day before last.”
Not much point in denying it. she supposed. “Aye, the little prime traveler? What of him?”
“Just wondering if he gave note of where he was heading.” The bounty hunter asked, still bemused by the situation. Dasha shook her head. “Just said he was going to have a jaunt around the place and see the sights. Bit of a day-dreamer to be honest.” She fixed the hunter's gaze with her own. And he's got a job to do. So you'd better not be causing trouble.
He stared back at her for a moment, and shrugged, headed for the door. “Well, if he finds his way back here. Tell him that Fenix the Undying is going to be the one to collect his bounty.”
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