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Kaithe DameThomas Richard Harrison
Location: Gorlf Northern Territory: One Step Ahead of the Caravan, a few minutes later.
Interacting with:Himself? A Woman in a Tree who self-identifies as a Kyra.
Interacting with:Himself? A Woman in a Tree who self-identifies as a Kyra.
"... And that's how I lost three of our group members in defeating the demiliche Arsercrak. But you see Thomas, the thing about adventuring parties, is that they hardly ever end." The old mage puffed a noxious white smoke from the end of his smoldering pipe. His knotted beard long and wrinkled brow high, crown capped with a floppy nightcap. A wizard in a bathrobe and fuzzy slipper-sandals sitting in a lounge chair amidst shelves of books. It seemed natural that an magister as old as Master Wolfgang became a recluse in his tomes, countless of hours poured over the books read over and over in a lifetime, or perhaps merely props that were unread for a spellcaster tired of putting up with would be knowledge seekers asking him for answers to their problems. Yes let the younger ones spend their time looking for answers in the books, the masters had little time left on this world and to spend retirement answering stupid questions or casting teleportation spells for incompetent witless posers? And yet it was all wrong. For the room was not right, nor right-side up. Gravity twisted, warped itself such that the pipesmoke went down to Thomas' face, while Master Wolfgang talked from the ceiling-floor above. And the walls swirled with prismatic colours, creating an almost psychedelic effect, as the rainbow of pulsating lights travelled in random directions. "You just move from one party to the next."
Wait, what? No this couldn't be real. This was just a figment of his imagination right?
"Actually I am more of a Fragment rather than a figment."
Was there a difference?
"Of course there's a difference, I thought I taught you better than that.
What do you mean?
"Well, Figments are fictitious fabrications of an idle mind, Fragments are the fractal forces of a thinking mind."
Wait, so you are Master Wolfgang?
"No boy, I just told you I am you,"
Wha-?
"Or at least a part of you personified as someone you know with qualities that align with the predominant nature of said part of you. Now pay attention."
Am I dead?
"No, well maybe. My grasp of knowledge is limited by your own. And since neither of us have experienced death, it makes no difference does it?"
Then if you are me, and all you know is what I know, then why am I listening to you?
"what do you mean?"
Well, stemming from the logic, should I not already know everything you are going to tell me since the breadth of your knowledge is the same as mine?
"Exactly, so get up boy, I have taught you everything you need to know, get up and go see the world!"
What sort of extend delusion was that? Stirring awake as Thomas shook his head. A hand lifted to his heated brow. This fever would last far too long for the benefits of the spell. And he had shifted forms: moon form. It was going to take two hours to change back, that or he could decide to stay in this form and just change robes. Not that he needed to but it felt rather odd unless the clothes fit the occasion. But the sunlight was still quite bright, brighter still if it were not for the trees. The canopy offered a lovely shade, and helped with the photosensitivity. Still had to work out the kinks in those spells. But it was better than not being able to have any form of control right? Wait, Trees?
"Err, I suppose I have to thank you for not killing me Miss?" Looking up at the woman in the tree, well not look directly up, but covering his brow with a hand and squinting to avoid the light shining into his eyes. She looked dangerous, although with her up there and the light making it difficult to see as it was, it was rather unclear to Thomas if it was actually a man or a woman. Something in his mind told him it was a woman, probably a memory of seeing her before his rather awkward conversation with his subconscious. Or whatever it was he had just gone through. "Unless you're planning on killing me later, at which I'd beg you to please reconsider... I really don't want to die..."
"I'm Thomas, Thomas Richard Harrison, Apprentice of Wizard Wolfgang, I bear his signet ring to prove it, if you send him a letter I'm sure he'll explain, possibly even reward you for um, my safety? Could you come down from there? The light is a tad bright for my eyes..." Did you just pass a basic diplomacy check Thomas?