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Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 7 mois
[OOC This is a tale told by an unreliable narrator, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.]Lacuna’s head hurt. It always hurt when she tries to remember or to concentrate one idea too long. Images flitted across her mind’s eye. She sits by the fading campfire and watches the flames flicker. The camp is quiet with only a few marauder still awake. Something is wrong. She does not know why, but there was something profoundly wrong. It does not feel like home anymore. Had it ever been? Yes. Yes, when her sisters were with her, it had been home.
She misses her sisters. They had told her where they were going but she has forgotten. She forgets so easily. She knows now it can be put off no longer, she must make a choice - to stay or go.
The decision is not easy but she will go to the Old Lands; she will seek out Melkiar, maybe he will know where her sisters are or, at the very least, what is wrong with the camp. She looks around in the fast falling light and the faces seem familiar but they are wrong. She does not know why, but they are wrong.
She stands up and slings her backpack across her shoulders, picks up her bucklr and spear, and walks out into the night.
Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 7 mois
Tears run unnoticed down Lacuna’s cheeks. The song fills her head making thoughts hard to form. She does not want to get lost in it again. She sits by her campfire and stares into her cup. Memories come unbidden…
Lacuna sits in the corner of a bar in Fairhaven brooding over her drink. She can hear the song again, niggling, calling her back.
She had decided to check out the nations first for her sisters before heading to the Old Lands. Her longing for the comfort of sisterhood outweighing the need to understand the wrongness of the marauder camp. Yrkanis had been a complete dead-end. Even though the trail lead her there, there was no definite sign of her sisters in the city: though there was an unsubstantiated rumour of a homine matching Marikka description getting into a brawl with the city guard. She had searched the city for any of the sigils that Lost Girls use to pass on messages to no avail. Searching had been a nightmare due to her undeserved reputation as a Jena hating she-devil. Seriously, the Matis had a collective stick up their butt, no wonder they run so funnily.
It was only a few pornographic cartoons of their so-called goddess, and the charge of murder was way over-the-top. How can the accidental deaths of a few homins be murder. They were all male! Surely that counted as a civic service. But oh no, the holier-than-thou, pasty faced yelk-farts called it ‘an unprovoked brutal assault.’ A minor misdemeanour, of defacing property was all it should have been. If anything she should have had compensation for her dress being completely ruined. She never asked them to run up screaming about blasphemy. And if you are going to attack an innocent, defenceless homine going about her law abiding business, you deserved to get stabbed. Admittedly, the last guard had technically been running away at the time, but still, it was a simple matter of self-defence. It was three against one, how could it not be self-defence! Males!
Anyway, ever since then the Matis had treated her as persona non-grata. That hurt. It was not like she was evil, like Mithian or Rykal, or a unsanitary, public nuisance like Revvy. Consequently, she had been forced to sneak about the city after dark trying to find any sign of her sisters, all because the Matis couldn’t take a joke. As for the charge of intimidation, how could the helpful suggestion of the need to buy fire insurance be considered a crime! Everyone knew how easy Matis were to set on fire. She had just tried to be helpful; and this was her reward.
After a week, she had finally had to admit defeat and travelled south to Heretic’s Hovel and the portal to Aeden Aqueous.
Fairhaven had proved to be no more productive than Yrkanis, though easier to search. Lacuna hated Liberty Lakes and had never came here to raid much, so the Trykers knew her mainly by reputation. Though the Lost Girl Orphan’s Fund scam did mean that her name was mud here too. Seriously, what as wrong with some homins. They only said they were collecting money for orphans; they never said they were, actually, going to give the money to them! It was all Marichia’s fault! Lacuna had just wanted to suggest to a few merchants that travelling without protection was dangerous, but no, Marchia had to get clever. To be fair, the scheme worked extremely well, especially when they combined it with the feathered amps scam. It was amazing what you could get a male to believe - add some glitter and feathers, tell them it was boosted and they fell over themselves to give you their dappers. Idiots!
She wonders where she should go next. She very much doubts her sisters have gone to any of the desert cities; they all hate the Fyros’ slavish devotion to Ma-Duck, not to mention the average Fyros male’s deplorable hygiene habits. As for Zora, she hadn’t been back there since she and Spettra were thrown out of GoS. Saying that, it might be worth checking out the stashes they’d had to leave when they fled the Cities of Intuition for the sanctuary of the marauder camp…
Edité 3 fois | Dernière édition par Lacuna (il y a 7 mois).
Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 7 mois
[OOC This is a true and honest tale told by an unreliable narrator, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing*]
Lacuna stands near the gates to the Cemetery District staring at Zora Stables, lost in time. Bitter-Bittersweet memories come unbidden…
Zora had once been home. She remembers being led by Astarth on the terrifying, exhilarating winter trek from the desert through the Knot of Dementia and on to Zora. Her first sight of a Gibbai. But she had been happy here. She remembers the hours she spent sat at these stables planning with Spettra about going marauder. Lost Girls had been born at this very spot.
She remembers travelling between Zora and the Fyros homelands in her drive to master her desert foraging skills. The long conversations with Hiang Vo-Nuang on her return from the desert to discuss her progress. Looking back she can recognise if for the obsession it was, and how it would lead to her love of the Prime Roots. Her old guild master, Binarabi, had even resorted to forcing her to train her melee and magic skills in an attempt to make her less ‘squishy’, as she put it. But Lacuna mastered foraging long before being even close to mastering anything else. She even gave up on craft training, selling all the shield and staff materials she foraged so she could spend more time digging. As soon as she mastered the desert she started her explorations of the Prime Roots. Her first tentative steps in the Lands of Umbra led her to digging in Under Spring. She remembers how Binarabi paid Alric to protect them through Trench of Trials while she and Eikichi guided her to Fairhaven. It was on this trek that she first heard the allure of the song.
The desire to survive in Prime Roots motivated her to train her melee and magic skills. As the noise of the passing crowd intrudes, she remembers the hours spent training with Ozelott, Cyndalia and Astarth, of slowly becoming more skilled. Her pride at mastering her healing skills. The months she spent hunting with Lee and Agan. Foxy crafting her a set of Shooketh amps. Karabas crafting her first two-hand mace: the satisfaction of knocking Eikichi out with it. Nuno teaching her the secret to balancing a weapon to maximise its speed. Sneaking through the Westgrove gate into Highgrove with Fitis to finish mastering her offensive magic skills. The guild gathering in Min-Cho to present her with a beautiful Kara Klyde blade, crafted by Crafy, after Tao Nai-Da declared she had mastered the one-hand sword. Nagging Gasket into helping her master defensive afflictions until he gave in just so he could go back to getting drunk at the stables.
Lacuna remembers the sheer terror and excitement of stumbling round Atys and Prime Roots, more often lost than not, with Binarabi to collect teleport pacts after she passed the Kami rite. Trying to work out who in the guild had managed to craft a degraded q247 rubbarn weapon tool. Trying to learn the Crafy ‘shuffle’ to glide through Prime Roots unnoticed. Swimming with Leonora at the waterfall west of Still Waters. Training on great kinreys in Demon’s Lap with Neama, Generallee and Puffe. Trying to explain to Ink why she loved the Roots, and why lumpers were evil. Her and Spettra plugging their ears with wax to block out Suboxide’s interminable political discussions during guild meetings. After her first extended sojourn into the Roots, Eruv giving her her first set of maga-amps and a set of boosted focus attuned jewels. Jewels she still carries to this day.
Later, when she as well on the way to knowing the Prime Roots, she experienced the euphoria and chaos of killing Jugukoo with only an extremely drunk Gasket and Gaskette. The frustration of Rollocks ‘helping’ her dig supremes at the change of seasons. Digging supreme yana node in the Lands of Continuity while Binarabi supposedly guarded her, but in reality read romantic stories about homins who seemed to wear nothing but heavy armour boots. Trying to teach Ozelott how to hold her nerve and sneak her way through the predators and kitin to dig. Spending months hunting named with Spettra. The satisfaction of when the two of them were able to kill the likes of Ryx, Rippa and Bukah wearing nothing but light armour and a medium armour vest. Looking back she wonders why they both refused to wear heavy armour. That aversion changed after they started to hunt the apex boss creatures of Atys. After years of study and exploration finally understanding the weather and the ecology of materials of Prime Roots, when they were available and when they would refill.
The months spent digging in the Void, often with Eruv and Astarth helping her master her jungle foraging skills rises in her mind.
She woke up lying in her bed in GoS guild house. For a moment she does not know where she is, and she has no idea how she got here. The last thing she remembers is… She groans as the memory comes back of the explosion. She had been talking to Spettra about her growing frustration with the Kami Alliance, and had not been paying enough attention to the node of dung resin she was digging. She realises that Binarabi is sitting at the end of the bed, shaking her head at her. Lacuna groans, Oh No! This is going to be another I told you so lecture.
‘Spettra brought you back. You were at the epicentre of your little explosion, but, luckily, nearby diggers were able to revive Spettra in time. Your mektoubs are dead, by the way. Even Rollocks would struggle to take out three packers and one mount in one go. So well done!’ The speech dripped with sarcasm.
Lacuna lay back down and groaned. What was worse, it was all her own fault. She had been warned, and knew, that digging right next to her packers was stupid and far too risky, but the time saved walking to them to unload her bag seemed worth the risk. She smells the first sign of food burning, and malicious smile forms as Binarabi runs from her room. She’s not the only one who can make mistakes…
For a while she had been happy here. She mastered amp and light armour crafts. Her first tentative steps towards understanding how to balance an amplifier recipe and teasing out the secret of max dodge black light armour brought a sense of accomplishment. But her growing dissatisfaction with the greed of Kami alliance, who would stab each other in the back as readily as fight the Karavan, meant it could not last. Nothing ever does.
Lacuna came back to herself. There was no sign of her sisters in Zora, nothing that was not years old or less substantial than rumour. No one had touched the stashes she and Spettra secretly hid in Zora. It was time to move on; the guards were starting to take note of her. The song was getting louder; she needed to find her sisters soon. She needed to decide: the Old Lands or the desert. She had been putting off this decision for too long. The Burning Desert it was: she mounted her mektoub and trotted out the city gates for the last time.
[OOC One male was hurt in the telling of this tale; sadly he made a full recovery.]
*Some details have been changed to maintain RP continuity.
Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 7 mois
Dernière édition par Lacuna (il y a 7 mois).
Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 7 mois
[OOC The true story of Bones’s Big Night Out]
She sits a her campfire lost in time. She passes her cup from hand to hand and remembers another campfire, months, years ago? The memory fills her mind…
A spark from her fire brings her back to the present. She realises that she never told Bones that she was leaving. She has never understood why Bones agreed to become, basically the guild dogsbody. He is trusting and loyal: she almost feels bad about all the times she has blamed him for all her thefts, almost. If there was any job that needed doing that was dirty, demeaning, dangerous, hard work or just plain nasty, they made Bones do it…
Fake date with a Lost Girl Scam
'You are going to have to take it out again, Lac, his ass is just too…’
‘Does it make my bum look fat? I’m not wearing it if it does!’ Bones blurt out, as he stood in guild house common room, dressed in one of Marichia’s Zorai dresses.
‘I still don’t see why is has to one of my dresses!’
‘You the tallest, hun.’ Marikka replied. Covering her mouth and trying not to laugh at an outraged Bones, who as trying to look over his shoulder to check out his behind.
‘You two are replacing this one from the profits we make from this.’
‘I said we would. Now we just need something to… ummmm… emphasise his assets with.’
‘We can pad him out with Stinkan moss. It’s not like we are doing anything else with it. I can easily sew that into the vest to give a bit more oooompphh up top. That should do the trick.’ Lacuna mumbled through a mouth full of pins, as she let down the hem of the skirt by a few inches.
‘How much are we going to start the bidding at?’ Marichia asked.
They had came up the with idea of an auction for a date with a Lost Girl. Of course, there was no way that any of them were actually going to go on a date with one of the farting apes that infested the camp. That left Bones.
‘I think we should start at 1000 dappers and see how it goes.’ said Marikka. ‘And Lacuna, remember to distract Sad, there’s no way that Bones will fool her, and I don’t trust her conscience not to nag her and to let slip that it is not a new guildie that we’re offering for auction.’
‘I look ridiculous!’ Bones whined, and looked on the verge of outright rebellion.
‘Nonsense, the blue of the dress really brings out your eyes,’ Mrikka chipped in, rolling her eyes at Lacuna.
‘Now remember, if it is Alees that wins, you are home and dry. Just bat your lashes every now and then and giggle a lot. He’s too much of a gentlehomin to try anything. If it’s Lee, just ply him with drink until he passes out, then wake him at the end of the night and tell him he was magnificent. If it’s Carl, just punch him in the nads if he tries anything and if you threaten to kill him every five minutes and he’ll never notice that you’re are not a real Lost Girl. Now if it’s Revvy… well if it’s Revvy, lie back and think of your imaginary deity of choice. And remember, for goodness sake, no farting, or burping the alphabet, or picking your nose and eating it,’ Marichia lectured Bones.
‘And, most importantly, remember while you are keeping the winner occupied we will be robbing their apartment blind. So don’t blow your cover!’ Marrika emphasised each of her points by jabbing Bones in the middle of his forehead with her index finger. ‘If this does. Not. Go. As. Planned. You. Will. Be. Very. Sorry!’
In the morning she will enter Kitins’ Lair and search for the elusive entrance to the Roots that Aen suggested may provide the quickest route to the Old Lands. She sits huddled at her fire in the ranger camp in Almati Wood, apart from the others physically and socially; they are not her sisters nor her comrades. She is here not for protection, nor company, but news. What she hears dismays her: the clans may take up spears against each other. The ranger camp is buzzing with the news of a declared attack against Woodburn Stronghold by Le Clan de la Sève Noire, and will this pit clan against clan. She hopes the clans aligned with the pseudo Rangers, if they cannot take up arms to help Sève Noire, will remain apart. She fears what this means for the future of clans. She has lost her sisters, that is enough. Though she is tempted to turn back with this news, it is more vital than ever that she speak with Melkiar.
Edité 4 fois | Dernière édition par Lacuna (il y a 7 mois).
Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 7 mois
[OOC Careful what you wish for: the true story of how Revvy got his curry.]
Aen had advised her that if she could not find a shortcut to the Old Lands from Kitins’ Lair, the shortest route would be from Silan. Kitins’ Lair had been a dead-end, so here she was, back where her journey has started. She can still remember no further back than her regaining consciousness just south of the Karavan Embassy, the victim of an obvious assault. But by whom and for what reason, she has no idea.
Lacuna wanders around the ranger camp in Silan. She is shocked by how quiet it is. When she as last here the camp was full of newly arrived refugees recuperating and learning the basics of the skills they would need when the moved on to their new lives in the New Lands. It was a vibrant if fluid community. She, herself, had stayed far longer than she really needed to - apprehension of what lay ahead stalling her decision to leave for the mainland. She smiles as she remembers her frustration of trying to find zun amber so she could impress Milles Dodoine with her burgeoning foraging skills. Ironic that the skill that was her bane here would become her obsession. She has decided to stay a few days and rest before setting off to find Melkiar. If she is honest, trepidation makes her delay her departure as much as it did her younger self in travelling the opposite direction. If Lacuna was more given to introspection she might ponder on the symmetry of her journey. Broken, lost and alone she arrived from the Old Lands - lost, alone and no less broken she prepares to venture back.
As she wanders through the camp her mind wanders in time …
Lacuna is not sure how she ended up finally agreeing to cook Revvy a curry, but she is not happy about it. Being nice to a male was… well… just not her. Being brutally violent, in a constructive manner, yes.* But nice… it was just… He must have tricked me. ’Hmmmmm, the swine must have gotten me drunk. That must be it. The git! Imagine taking advantage of a poor, innocent homine!’ Lacuna paced up and down ranting.
Sad and Bazett looked on perplexed as Lacuna carried out a rather loud conversation with herself. They rolled rolled their eyes behind Lacuna’s back and avoided making any comment about how Lacuna’s ability to get blind drunk on half a glass of beer was as legendary, as her suggestibility while drunk, not to mention, her complete and utter refusal to accept any responsibility for her actions, whatsoever. It was always someone else’s fault. Reality and Lacuna are very, very distant neighbours. Revvy was just the latest in a long line of homins who bore the brunt of Lacuna’s obsessive paranoia.
Lacuna realised that she was left with a tricky dilemma - cook it well and satisfy her pride, as she was rather conceited about her cooking skills, or poison the evil, cheating, little scumbag. Sadly Lacuna knew she did not possess Binarabi’s skills at martial cookery [Her Red Right Hand]. Nevertheless, she could always experiment and make Bones test them out. And it was a curry; the spices could hide the taste of a wide range of inventive ingredients… at the very least she should be able give the swine explosive diarrhoea.
As the memory retreats she wonders if Revvy ever worked out the secret ingredient in his curry was the putrefying Yelkoo fat and jugula secretion that she used to tan Mekoo skins. She knows Mithian saw her adding this final touch to the cook pot, but for some reason he didn’t tell his lazy guild mate. He simply sat with a small, secretive smile on his face as he watched Revvy greedily shovel the curry into his mouth.
She has failed to find her sisters. The sadness is growing in her. At times, she wonders if they were real, or just a figment of her imagination, broken memories. The song is calling her still, but she has a task to complete first…
*Lacuna is a firm believer in the Mindless Violence School of Learning: give a homin a fish - feed him for a day; beat a homin senseless and next time he will get his own fish.
Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 7 mois
[OOC The true and honest history of Lacuna’s adventures in Atys Nullius]
The sadness swells within her; she feels like she is unravelling, coming apart. She raises her cup to her mouth, hesitates…
She has been travelling for a few weeks, following the rough map that Aen gave her. She crouches in the forest undergrowth and watches what appears to be a Kipekin. It is not the first apex creature she has seen since setting out from Silan. Travelling through virgin forest has not been easy. There are no roads or pathways to follow, only animal trails. It was from following one that she had stumbled onto the frippos. She did not know boss frippo existed and her curiosity of it caused her to approach too closely. She had to flee from it and the unusually aggressive guards; all the while experiencing the disconcerting feeling of having her sap reserves drained. She needs to be more careful on this journey; she does not want to wake up back in Silan all because she was careless. She will have to move round this spawn, but for now she is lost in thought. Memories of happier days come to mind…
The thrill of the hunt: the successes and the failures. She remembers being shouted at for training her hand to hand skills while tanking Kinkoo. The madness of killing Madakoo inside Deadtree Hole. Being within moments of killing Kizokoo with Marichia, Babel and Altyra, and then all hell breaking loose as every herbivore in the Cattle Room became enraged. The chaos caused by running through the Cavern Cranks camp with Mederi and Nuno, then escaping into the Jubla forest south of the Cursed Cavern, with the bandits, Rakoo and its guards in hot pursuit - all the while trying to find a moment of calm to regroup and engage Rakoo.
She thinks of Nuno, who taught her so much about hunting and crafting. She remembers running around Deadtree Stronghold with Spettra, Nuno and the twins, firing spells at an enraged Madakoo, and wishing Nuno would put on some clothing. His obsession with hunting Gubakoo. She smiles at the thought of him dancing in front of Kinkoo, waving his staff. The secrets he taught her and Marichia about Kizokoo. Still no matter how much she admired Nuno’s skills as a hunter, there were others…
She stands at Furtive Waters, awestruck, watching Maja and Triplex battle Kipekoo. She knew you could mage-tank the likes of Aranakin. She, herself, had mage-tanked Yelkoo with Spettra and Nuno, but this… this was something else. Not only were they killing Kipekoo, they were doing it in one of the most challenging boss spawn locations in Prime Roots. Lacuna focussed all her attention on Maja. She must be using Triplex simply as bait, a meat-shield. She was so focussed on watching Maja, trying to work out the secret of their success that she never realised that Mederi was talking to her, until she feels a sharp pain of a small piece of bark striking her on the ear.
‘I said they are impressive. Have you heard anything I was saying?’
‘Yes. Yes… you were talking about declaring for Elias Tryton…’ and her attention drifts back to Maja.
As she comes back to herself with the thought of Tryton and his followers. She has never trusted the disciples of Tryton, and considers them to be secretive meddlers, hiding in the shadows. She remembers that GoS renounced the Kami and relocated to Fairhaven, where they declared themselves Trytonists. Then they vanished without a word. She remembers how not long after making a militant declaration for Tryton, Mederi, too, disappeared without a trace. Is there a sinister secret here?
She thinks of others who who vanished, suddenly, without a word. Joabu screaming a warning at her and Spettra to get out of the way as she ran towards the Hall of the Mountain Bane Stronghold, with what appeared to be half the kinchers in the Forbidden Depths in close pursuit. She remembers laughing so hard that she nearly threw up at the sight of Beeficus and his entourage being brutally slaughtered by Rugukin’s guards, after the idiots ran straight through the spawn. And Aikoon, who she and Spettra often trained with in the Void. And how they they tried to convince her that all males must die. Bambamseven, she feels real surprise that she misses a homin almost as much as her sisters. Soynuggets, who she and Marichia would threaten into cooking for them. Divinesoul, without doubt, the ugliest Matis male whoever lived. Mely, who she had hoped would join them in Lost Girls. All of them, here one day and gone the next.
Thoughts of the vanished focuses her attention again on memories of Maja and Triplex. Over the months her awe of the skill of the two homins grew. She would see them kill creatures that she just did not think was possible for two homins to accomplish. It would lead to her own desire to imitate them in some small way. She remembers how she and Babel spent months practising on the smaller apex creatures, like Ocyketh, Shakan and Torkan. The triumph she felt the first time they killed Yelkoo. How they sharpened their skills on the plant and herbivore bosses first; Psykokoo and Kipeeketh and others would fall to them. The long hours they spent at night tweaking spells and discussing equipment and strategy. The failures against Mekoo and Kibakoo, before finally, after a brutal battle, they triumphed against Rakoo. How she thought after defeating Goakan that they were, finally, ready for Kipekoo, and how pride comes before the fall…
She realises that it is time to move on. She has spent too long here lost in the past.
[OOC Coming soon the totally non-libellous account of Carl’s first date. ]
Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 7 mois
[OOC A true and honest tale told by an unreliable narrator, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing]
Lacuna sits by her fire. She has travelled far, but still has much farther to go. Forest is starting to give way to lake-lands. She sits and contemplates her sword. The intricacies of crafting fascinates her: the trade-off between the different attributes of the crafted object. She had been so happy when she worked out how to slightly improve upon the recipe that Bones gave her - a small change in the grip and it became just that little bit easier to wield. She had been lucky with this sword, it only took four attempts before one boosted. But rubbarn is fickle. The skill of the crafter has no impact on an attempt to boost an item. Though many have looked, there is no rhyme or reason to it…
‘What on Atys is Lacuna doing? It sounds like a herd of rampaging shalahs being slaughtered,’ cried Marikka. She noticed an unconscious Bones’s lying prostrate on the floor with broken pieces of a pike lying next to him. ‘And what happened to him?’
Marichia suppressed a laugh, well you know how Lacuna has been spending the last few months farming Zinch and Poncha? Well, apparently, she managed to get enough materials to make a hundred pikes.’
‘Well she was hoping for a few boosts. Unfortunately, it took eighty-one attempts before she got one success, and only two in total. Bones made the mistake of commenting on how it wasn’t as unlucky as her Vedice pike; you know, the one she spent days balancing the materials for just to have it both boost and degrade. And now she’s smashing up her workshop, and inventing new curse words by the sounds of it. Of course, it will get much worse if the one she broke over Bones’s head was one of the boosted ones,’ Marichia laughed.
Lacuna remembers the long years of drudgery digging practice materials so she could improve her crafting skills. She mastered light armour first, mainly to try and preempt Binarabi from crafting Matis balloon pants for males. She shudders as she remembers Eikichi proudly strutting around in them. She has always believed in giving males a choice in what light armour they can wear: Fyros or Tryker caster skirt, in black or white, or get shouted at until they gave in to her point-of-view. But it was not until she mastered amplifier craft that she started to become obsessed with trying to master the nuances of how different materials combined in crafting.
Lacuna sat staring at the partially finished amp in her lap, surrounded by pieces of bark, fibre, amber and buds. She knew that she could tweak this design so that if boosted it would be just that little bit more elementally powerful than the one she knew. She had managed to solve this problem, but she had not written the revision in her recipe book, and for the life of her she could not remember it. As he pondered the problem, she knew that if she changed the buds to Shooketh ones, the amps capabilities stayed the same, but switch them with supreme Zun and the amp was effectively ruined. And even if she reworked the grip and shaft, it was nowhere near as powerful. Maybe it wasn’t the focus that as the problem but the shaft…
‘Lacuna are you paying attention,’ Marichia grumbled. ‘Just leave the amp alone and listen, this is important!’
‘Yes, yes. You want to rob Carl. I just can’t see why don’t we just stick Bones in a dress again?’
‘That won’t work after he knocked out Lee for kissing him and trying to grab a feel. Luckily Lee is embarrassed enough with everyone knowing he got… how shall I put it?… amorous with Bones that he won’t add to it by letting on that we used the auction a decoy to rob him of all his Dolak skins. However, now there is no way that Carl will believe that Bones in a dress is you.’
‘Why can’t Marikka or you do it!’
‘Sorry, but you’re the one he’s infatuated with,’ smirked Marikka.
‘Uffffffff. It’s not fair!!!’
‘Look you only need to distract him long enough for me and Marikka to break into his apartment and steal all his Kirokya mandibles.’
‘But he is so annoying! He keeps asking me if I want a Rez. I am not sure what that is, but I think it’s some weird Matis sex thingy. And now he’s started following me around waving a piece of paper, that he claims is a note signed by you that I am not allowed to kill him!’ Lacuna glared suspiciously at Marichia.
‘Oh don’t listen to him,’ said Marichia, quickly changing the subject, just invite him on a picnic, or whatever, and keep him out of the way for a few hours.’ Marichia hoped that Lacuna wouldn’t find out she had signed that note in exchange for Carl’s supply of maga.
After sulking (or as Marichia put it, a full blown tantrum) had not changed her sisters’ minds, Lacuna invited Carl to meet her at the Marauder teleport in the Grove of Confusion under the pretence of needing his help to kill Vispa.
‘If you tank, I promise that I’ll heal you.’
‘You said that last week and you never!’
She tries not to smirk at the thought of Carl believing her promises to heal him as he bravely charged back into the pursuing Kitin Patrol, while she and Marichia ran all the faster in opposite direction. ‘I am sorry about that, but we… ummmmmm… we got scared, and you know we are just poor, defenceless homines, and that’s why we ran away! Anyway, after you help kill Vispa for me we can go for a picnic.’ Lacuna tried to smile seductively but it just looked like she had indigestion.
As sat daintily eating her spicy yubo kebab, Lacuna wished that males could die a little more quietly, Carl’s screams were ruining her picnic. He was so inconsiderate at times.
Her certification as a master amp crafter led to the ambition to become a craft master in all melee weapons. She spent years digging at Loria Ponds working towards this goal. Then once she had finally mastered them all, the realisation of the far harder apprenticeship of learning what each weapon was capable of still lay ahead of her - if she was to become a true craft master. She became fascinated with what materials suited different weapons and what their limits were. How to balance materials to boost the attributes one desired. How to make dodging or parrying an opponent’s attacks easier, or to make the weapon strike truer.
Though she became a master crafter in shields and bucklers, she was not able to motivate herself to take on a new challenge. She attempted a few times to start working towards becoming a jeweller. And though the secrets of jewellery craft intrigued her, the memory of how mastering it nearly broke Marichia’s sanity gave her pause for thought, and the realisation of the drudgery of digging a proverbial mountains of amber and seeds always ended her efforts after a few days.
As she stares at her fire, she acknowledges that, no matter how much she has learned, there is still so much more she does not know. Then it came to her, it was not the shaft or the focus that as the problem, it was the grip: all she needed to do was swap some excellent shu for choice. If she ever returns home she is going to have to write this down.*
*OOC: Remember to back up your files, kids, or you too could spend over a year trying to recreate your recipes :P
[OOC Only the facts were changed to spare the blushes of certain homins]
Ajouté par Lacuna il y a 6 mois
[OOC A brief interlude: the truth is out there - part one]
She sits by her campfire, lost in sadness and stares into her cup - memories of her journey to this place overtake her…
Lacuna stares at the creature in the water and is lost for words. She has heard rumours of the Baldusa, Prakker and the Sagass that are rumoured to live in the waters of the Old Lands, but whether this creature is one of them she is at a loss to say. It seems too small to be one of these fabled creatures, being somewhat smaller than a full grown Tryker. With a whip of what is presumably its tail the creature vanishes into the deeper water of the lake.
Lacuna fills her canteen and returns to her fire. She sat and waited for the Suckling Messab to finish roasting. She guesses that she must now be in what was once Trykoth. There is the indications of ruins far to the east of her camp, but her journey will not take her near them. Whether this is fabled Jeniah or Breneth, or some small settlement, she does not know. As she waits she idly picks at the node of eyota wood she had unearthed to build her fire. She can tell that there is pha amber near here too…
She wonders what Alexarwe did with all the supreme pha that she dug for her. That she was trying to boost amps seems the most likely explanation, but Lacuna has an aversion to this easy way of making heal amps - the loss of elemental power annoys her. There is still the nagging suspicion that the amber may have been for something else, and not knowing irritates her, like itch one cannot scratch. Though she made millions dappers in trading pha with Alex, more than she has been able to spend, she has the nagging doubt as to who got the best of their arrangement. Though Alex is Kami, she is one of the handful of Ma-Duck followers that Lacuna does not want to set fire to as a general principle. But she is Matis, and one can never trust a MATIS!
Lacuna sits staring at the flames of Aleeskandaro’s camp fire. Alees is not sure if she is talking to him or some unseen interlocutor.
‘Have you ever wondered what really happened to the Momo?’
‘Everyone knows, the Matis wiped them out, Lac. There is no conspiracy.’
‘That is a lie! Just look at the Cutes, Gibbaï and Frahar, they share one feature - they are all ugly, monstrosities who are antagonistic to all homins. If the Matis are not really the Momo how to do you explain how ugly they are. Pasty faced freaks, the lot of them!’
Alees coughed and nearly choked on his beer. ’So, let’s get this straight, you think the Matis are really the Momo! You think I am a Momo!’
Not taking her eyes of the fire, Lacuna retorted: ‘I don’t think, I know! It’s so obvious! The Matis were peaceful homins who lived in harmony with Atys and the Momo consumed with jealousy for what the Matis had built rose up and slaughtered them and took their place! The truth stares us in the face everyday - the Matis are the Momo! Just look at the way they run, like they have a stick up their bum - walking upright does not come naturally to them.’
‘How much have you had to drink, Lac?’ Alees ‘accidentally’ stretched out a leg and knocked over Lacuna’s beer.
‘I’m not drunk! Look, if the Matis are not really the Momo, how else do you explain Divinesoul!’
For some reason, that Lacuna has never been able to understand, homins refuse to believe her explanations of what is really happening on Atys. Her sisters never believed her that there was a guild house ghost who kept stealing all the dappers from the lockbox. To be fair that was just her with a sheet over her head, but still they could have trusted her. And she only had to make up that story after they stopped believing her that Bones was the thief. This lack of trust really hurts.
But I am not lying about the lumpers.
[OOC to be continued… ]
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