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Post by Kassil on Aug 25, 2004 21:11:14 GMT -5
"A wizard? Oh, dear me, no. I don't manipulate and twist magic to do the things I need. I just make them is all." Lugh beams, despite the fact that he must sound half-mad. "Priests and mages alike have to draw on something greater than themselves, but I and the others like me contain our power to make things inside us. And, sad, yes, sad indeed is it that there are some few who hold raw destruction in them, yes. Horrid, really, those Destroyers are, yes."
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 25, 2004 22:03:04 GMT -5
Sijji was drawn from her thoughts as quickly as she had slipped into them.
"Destroyers...?" The monk vaguely remembered hearing of them, but she couldn't remember where. "And you create things."
Sijji pondered this. "Must be interesting..."
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Post by Kassil on Aug 26, 2004 3:00:45 GMT -5
"Destroyers, yes. Miserable beings, the lot of them. Incarnate entropy. Things just start going downhill when they arrive on a plane. They live to smash everything. My kind live to create things, make new things, and see what results." Lugh shrugs and chuckles. "It is interesting, indeed. Even when I clash with a Destroyer. I try to ensure nobody gets hurt at those times, no, but it is hard, indeed, yes. But most of the time I'm happy to live and make things for the worlds, yes, yes."
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 27, 2004 21:52:05 GMT -5
Sijji tilted her head to the side, absorbing the information. "So... you're a creator... sort of like a god?" She ponders her thought. "And that would make them sort of the exact opposite of you, right?"
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Post by Kassil on Aug 28, 2004 13:11:47 GMT -5
"Oh, no, not like a god, not at all. Gods need followers, and like to interfere and mess with heads to get more followers. And they're limited in their range, too, yes. I can do my tasks anywhere I may be - even in the pits of the Shadow Hells, once or twice, yes." Lugh beams at the memory of being a Creator in Hell, and all the panic he caused among those dreadfully entropic beings.
"And yes, Destroyers are the opposite of my kind, indeed. I make things, spin them from Nothingness into Being, and then they decide they have to unmake everything. Mmmm, annoying, yes, yes."
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 28, 2004 13:28:03 GMT -5
"Unmake everything like that one thread in a tapestry..." the halfling mumured to herself. "Still, about being a creator in hell, I bet that would make an interesting story." Sijji leaned against one of the walls.
She like to hear stories of people. It made life seem a lot better sometimes.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 29, 2004 14:54:14 GMT -5
"Oh, indeed, yes. Silly demon princes running about like headless chickens, mmm, yes." Lugh capers about a bit, imitating one of the demon princes it would seem, "Especially when I went and gave shape to the dashed hopes and dreams of all the poor souls in there, yes, indeed. From pits of hopeless cruelty and despair suddenly comes an upswelling of peace and joy and a five-headed pearl dragon big enough to play marbles with the princes, yes."
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 29, 2004 15:56:52 GMT -5
Sijji blinked. "Five headed pearl dragon?"
She shook her head, feeling a bit lost, especially when Lugh capered about.
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Post by Kassil on Aug 31, 2004 19:38:21 GMT -5
"Oh, my, yes! Pearl dragons are holy creatures, after all! The very essence of raw purity and hope given shape! What better thing to turn loose in such a dreadful place, hmm? Yes, it was fantastic, indeed. Yes, yes!"
Lugh grins, and sits back down on the mushroom seat.
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 31, 2004 20:57:52 GMT -5
"So...." Sijji stretched lazily. "What do you do down here?"
She looked at the surroundings again. "It looks pretty nice for being underground, come t' think about it."
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Post by Kassil on Aug 31, 2004 22:57:58 GMT -5
"Oh, things. Make things, explore, wander about, watch things grow and change, yes." Lugh gestures vaguely, as if to indicate the world. "I've been here for just a little while, indeed. Only enough to shape a few things, sadly. No genesis of life, not yet, oh no, no. Pity, really."
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Post by Rotzi on Sept 12, 2004 12:01:49 GMT -5
Sijji yawned, suddenly feeling tired. Her eyes drifted close. She did try, however to stay awake but exhaustion tugged at her until she fell asleep leaning against the wall.
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Post by Kassil on Sept 12, 2004 12:12:00 GMT -5
Lugh watches Sijji sleep for a few moments, and then smiled very faintly; with no visible exertion on his part, a blanket spun itself from the air, impossibly light and yet warm and comforable, and settled itself across the slumbering form.
"My, my..."
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Post by Rotzi on Sept 12, 2004 19:09:58 GMT -5
"Num-num..." Sijji snuggled sleepily into the blanket and slid down the wall. Somehow she managed not to sit on the blades hidden in the end of her braid. Those did, however, come loose and gave a muffled clink on the ground. All the falling and slumping and sleeping seemed to have loosened the tie of her braid. It seemed as if she wouldn't be waking anytime soon.
Even her dreams were pleasant for once. None of those taunting butterfly wings she was so used to seeing. Ever since she was a sapling Sijji had nightmares of the winged insects. As it turns out, for some very odd reason, she thought that it were the butterflies that killed her parents. After a while she found out that it was bandits, but the fear was still there.
A couple hours later the halfling finally came to. Rubbing her eyes sleepily she looked around. "Hmmm?" Her voice was gravelly from sleep. Oh yea... I fell asleep.... She blushed, a bit embarrassed that she fell asleep from talking.
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Post by Kassil on Sept 13, 2004 12:15:50 GMT -5
Lugh has been puttering around while Sijji slept, and now, where there was absolutely nothing betyond the essentials, there are now two rather well-stocked packs leaning against the wall, a "lantern" in the form of one of the crystals in the wall spun into a cocoon of metal threads that hold it still without disrupting the glow, along with a chain to allow it to be carried or tied off, and Lugh himself has changed his clothing - quite literally - into the durable traveller's garb normally woven by the deep gnomes.
"Ahhh, I see you're awake, yes. Rest well, I trust?"
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