A Gem Store
It took quite a while to wade thro the byrocracy, but eventually Mir and Mashanie got their licence... to open a shop at the Lady's Ward, offering jewelry from across the planes to the senses most delicate.
Mir Fnar
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A Glimpse into Past
The figure clad in nothing but gem decorated golden chains drew her fingertips along a soft wall as she walked through the dark red velvet covered corridors in perpetual dim twilight; she needed no light, the near darkness of the place was just perfect for her senses. She stopped in front of one of the many doors which opened as she glanced at it, obeying the gaze of the yellow eyes with barely audible hiss. And as always, the room beyond was empty, except for the luxurious, heavy set furniture, just like every other room in that vast flying 'double-cathedral' she traveled through the immeasurable void. She hadn't expected there to be anything anyway, but checking the places had over time become bit of a habit while stretching her legs.
Mir left the room as it was and returned to her own, a very different one. The pentagon shaped room was decorated with plush and heavy set furniture of the usual style, a duo of velvet covered sofas set at sides of a polished red and black marble table, a thick table which in itself weighed likely a ton or more.
Mir slumped cozily onto third seating next to the central table, facing to the end of the room at a trio of walls which each presented a very vivid sight or information feed from floor to the ceiling. She gazed the void face to face, the darkness littered with a myriad bright but tiny spots that flowed at lazy pace as the cathedral plowed through the black nothingness. She glanced to the leftward wall which was flickering rapidly, hieroglyphs of her language flying across its face from top to bottom, depicting verbally what was seen on the middle wall. She glanced to the rightward one, which at the moment was still and jet black, and she sighed.
The figure clad in nothing but gem decorated golden chains drew her fingertips along a soft wall as she walked through the dark red velvet covered corridors in perpetual dim twilight; she needed no light, the near darkness of the place was just perfect for her senses. She stopped in front of one of the many doors which opened as she glanced at it, obeying the gaze of the yellow eyes with barely audible hiss. And as always, the room beyond was empty, except for the luxurious, heavy set furniture, just like every other room in that vast flying 'double-cathedral' she traveled through the immeasurable void. She hadn't expected there to be anything anyway, but checking the places had over time become bit of a habit while stretching her legs.
Mir left the room as it was and returned to her own, a very different one. The pentagon shaped room was decorated with plush and heavy set furniture of the usual style, a duo of velvet covered sofas set at sides of a polished red and black marble table, a thick table which in itself weighed likely a ton or more.
Mir slumped cozily onto third seating next to the central table, facing to the end of the room at a trio of walls which each presented a very vivid sight or information feed from floor to the ceiling. She gazed the void face to face, the darkness littered with a myriad bright but tiny spots that flowed at lazy pace as the cathedral plowed through the black nothingness. She glanced to the leftward wall which was flickering rapidly, hieroglyphs of her language flying across its face from top to bottom, depicting verbally what was seen on the middle wall. She glanced to the rightward one, which at the moment was still and jet black, and she sighed.
- “Where are we?”, she asked and stretched briefly.
- “In the unknown, dear ...”, a bodiless soft baritone voice replied, “... but soon approaching a sight that might delight you”, it mused.
- “The same you said a millenia or two ago already, and then again every time I ask”, Mir added chuckling, toying absentmindedly with a golden chain resting on her shoulder.
- “Yes, yes, however, the 'soon' is …”, the voice almost retorted and the central wall briefly exploded into a maelstrom of bright colors, “... right now.”
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Research 101
Mir sat in her library at home at Karasuthra, balancing in dim candle light a glittering crystal skull on her hand, staring into and past the gemmed eye sockets of it. In front of her on a wide table laid a haphazard collection of parchments, scrolls, and a number of various tomes and notes. She had done a countless cross references between the tomes, but something was a bit amiss. Fairly sure she was what her collection represented, though.
Mir set the crystal skull to rest on one of the tomes and stood up, a moment later drawing a finger across spines of the tomes on her bookshelves, seeking something from among hundreds of tomes she had collected over time. Finally her hand stopped and removed one of the older ones from its shelf to quickly flip through it. It was not what she sought, yet related to such. She smirked and set it back, recalling how she had “confiscated” it and a few others from some obscure god's temple. What she sought though, had been chained and she hadn't had time to undo the wards surrounding and imbued into it.
Mir sat in her library at home at Karasuthra, balancing in dim candle light a glittering crystal skull on her hand, staring into and past the gemmed eye sockets of it. In front of her on a wide table laid a haphazard collection of parchments, scrolls, and a number of various tomes and notes. She had done a countless cross references between the tomes, but something was a bit amiss. Fairly sure she was what her collection represented, though.
Mir set the crystal skull to rest on one of the tomes and stood up, a moment later drawing a finger across spines of the tomes on her bookshelves, seeking something from among hundreds of tomes she had collected over time. Finally her hand stopped and removed one of the older ones from its shelf to quickly flip through it. It was not what she sought, yet related to such. She smirked and set it back, recalling how she had “confiscated” it and a few others from some obscure god's temple. What she sought though, had been chained and she hadn't had time to undo the wards surrounding and imbued into it.
- “That particular one we have to find... again”, she stated, briefly glancing at the library's doorway, her eyes meeting Mashanie's smiling gaze.
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Research 102
The old issue of SIGIS was rather bland read aside one little advertisement – someone called Nagu'yogtu was looking for runes, apparently the kind tracing back to ages old draconic origin.
The old issue of SIGIS was rather bland read aside one little advertisement – someone called Nagu'yogtu was looking for runes, apparently the kind tracing back to ages old draconic origin.
- “How quaint, maybe I should seek this magi up”, Mir pondered, recounting her own collection of the said runes, which, like her library, had gradually grown over time.
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Magical Musings
Mir watched absently how a jolt of entwined light and shadows climbed between her extended fingers toward an imaginary target, target which the jolt never reached as her other hand captured it and made it to discharge harmlessly back into the fabric of magic beyond visible reality. She mused smirking; there was nothing complicated in magic, nothing what required years of study.
“How wrong the wizards are in their attempts to make magic seem structured and logical, in their feeble attempts to try understand something what didn't require understanding but intuition and emotion instead – just like music, it could be made structural, but in that it lost its beauty, its real capabilities, the overtones, the undertones, the hues which were actually more important for a symphony than the structured rhythm and notation itself. And wizards didn't know how to improvise, but then again, they never had had that capability anyway. No structured mind has.” Such things she mused.
She had always been at ease with magic and its flow; it was like listening into and looking across a vast ocean and seeing the trickles of rivers dribbling into it, the drumming of rain on the infinite shores along the morning fogs smoothing the vistas.
With a flick of a wrist she pulled a cup of tea to herself from kitchen, heating the contents as it traveled phased and untouching through the marble walls and resumed then her studies over the Mnemur Scrolls, which studies however had a tendency to get diverted when she came across a tale of some sort in her source materials or she happened to get something else into her mind.
Mir watched absently how a jolt of entwined light and shadows climbed between her extended fingers toward an imaginary target, target which the jolt never reached as her other hand captured it and made it to discharge harmlessly back into the fabric of magic beyond visible reality. She mused smirking; there was nothing complicated in magic, nothing what required years of study.
“How wrong the wizards are in their attempts to make magic seem structured and logical, in their feeble attempts to try understand something what didn't require understanding but intuition and emotion instead – just like music, it could be made structural, but in that it lost its beauty, its real capabilities, the overtones, the undertones, the hues which were actually more important for a symphony than the structured rhythm and notation itself. And wizards didn't know how to improvise, but then again, they never had had that capability anyway. No structured mind has.” Such things she mused.
She had always been at ease with magic and its flow; it was like listening into and looking across a vast ocean and seeing the trickles of rivers dribbling into it, the drumming of rain on the infinite shores along the morning fogs smoothing the vistas.
With a flick of a wrist she pulled a cup of tea to herself from kitchen, heating the contents as it traveled phased and untouching through the marble walls and resumed then her studies over the Mnemur Scrolls, which studies however had a tendency to get diverted when she came across a tale of some sort in her source materials or she happened to get something else into her mind.
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Language Studies, again
After speaking a long while with a Delka called Inakka at the bazaar, Mir decided to refresh her memory of Undercommon which she understood perfectly but spoke barely understandably. Inakka wasn't adverse to the idea of helping her in the effort, being a more or less native speaker of the language in question.
(( goal: add Undercommon to DMFI language repertoire eventually )).
After speaking a long while with a Delka called Inakka at the bazaar, Mir decided to refresh her memory of Undercommon which she understood perfectly but spoke barely understandably. Inakka wasn't adverse to the idea of helping her in the effort, being a more or less native speaker of the language in question.
(( goal: add Undercommon to DMFI language repertoire eventually )).
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Words...
It has been a while since I bothered writing a thing down. The time spent skipping between planes... it has been fun. Now though, every dock I land at, every time there is less familiar faces present. Why? A few have gotten arrested, a few fled the places, some found a steady life - wife, kids, and so forth. Do they ever learn...?
It has been a while since I bothered writing a thing down. The time spent skipping between planes... it has been fun. Now though, every dock I land at, every time there is less familiar faces present. Why? A few have gotten arrested, a few fled the places, some found a steady life - wife, kids, and so forth. Do they ever learn...?
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Return, once again...
Mir flexed her wings, eyeing the cityscape opening below, her gaze following the labyrinth of streets. She sent a smile at Mashanie who stood beside her and then leaned forth into free fall from The Tangerine Queen that hovered in standstill far above the ground level, the wings extending, the fall changing into uplift soar. She laughed to her heart's content, nimbly dodging a few chimneys enroute towards the Great Bazaar...
Mir flexed her wings, eyeing the cityscape opening below, her gaze following the labyrinth of streets. She sent a smile at Mashanie who stood beside her and then leaned forth into free fall from The Tangerine Queen that hovered in standstill far above the ground level, the wings extending, the fall changing into uplift soar. She laughed to her heart's content, nimbly dodging a few chimneys enroute towards the Great Bazaar...
- "WE ARE BACK!", her lilting laugher carried across, causing a few eyes to peer up, brows quirking.
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Mir followed an elderly man, letting him brace upon her arm. He faintly tried to be strong - Mir simply grabbed his arm more strongly and nodded.
- "Rest, you need", she said softly smiling.
- "At ease be", she uttered, "Sleep now, we have much to discuss later...", and then she laid a soft kiss on his forehead, seeing until he was sound asleep, then leaving.