FireLance
Legend
Autumn 2004 Ceramic DM Final: Piratecat vs. FireLance
Transparent As A Stone
I was in the middle of a game of Solitaire, focusing on a face-down card and trying to determine what it was, when my Talent activated spontaneously. Premonitions were the least predictable of an Intuitive's powers, and sometimes warned of nothing more than an unexpected rain shower. This one had the definite feel of danger, but was most indefinite about what sort. "I just got a flash of danger," I announced, "But I have no idea what."
Chilong looked up from the book he was reading. "Oh good," he said, "I was starting to get bored. And so was he." He nodded to Reanjir, who was on the other side of the room, idly tossing darts at a dartboard.
"Hey, you read my mind. No fair," Reanjir said, grinning, "Well, if we're going to be in danger, I guess I better put my toys away." He concentrated, and all the darts on the board detached and packed themselves neatly into their box. "And get my tools ready," he concluded. His suit of plate armor floated off the rack and settled around him, buckling itself into place, and his two-handed sword strapped itself to his back.
"Showoffs," I muttered. "You started it," Chilong shot back.
The sound of rushing air cut short our banter, and Dashal, Porter and messenger for the Watch, appeared in the room. "Xander, Chilong, Reanjir, we need your help! A monster has just attacked Cailo's Armory! Come quickly!"
"Take us there," I said, as Chilong and Reanjir stepped forward and joined hands. Dashal grasped Reanjir's hand and mine, and invoked his Talent. Immediately, we were Ported halfway across the city, to Cailo's Armory.
I was quite familiar with Cailo's Armory, as I had accompanied Reanjir there on several occasions to examine the latest advances in weaponry. The place now looked as if some natural disaster had struck it. The glass panel which distinguished it from all the other shops in the street was shattered, and the weapons and armor that were normally on display were gone. Cailo himself was speaking to some watchmen, and he looked unhurt, if shaken. We walked over to speak with him.
"Cailo, what happened here?" I asked.
"Xander, thank the Gods! I should have guessed that the Watch would call out their best agents for a case like this. It was horrible, horrible, I tell you."
"Calm down, Cailo, and just tell us what happened," Chilong said soothingly. He must have used his Talent, because Cailo's agitation vanished instantly.
"Just a short while ago, I was in my shop and I heard a tremendous crash. I came outside to check and I noticed that the glass panel was broken. When I looked in the window display, there was this big blob eating all my weapons and armor."
"A blob?" I asked, looking at Chilong and Reanjir, both of whom shrugged. None of us had ever heard of any creature like this.
"Yes, it was big and gooey and looked like someone's spit. Except that as it ate the weapons and armor, it got all silvery and metallic."
"So did you attack the blob?" Reanjir asked.
"I'm not crazy. I'm a Shaper, not a Mover or a Blaster. I ran to get the Watch and by the time we got back, the blob had disappeared."
"Do you have any idea where it might have gone?" I asked, and Cailo shook his head. Right, so we had a mysterious attack and no leads whatsoever. All in a day's work for an Intuitive.
"Cailo, with your permission, Chilong will set up a mindlink so that I can have access to your memories of the creature," I said, "I will need them to get a fix on its current location." Cailo nodded and Chilong concentrated. Images of the creature Cailo had seen filled my mind. It did indeed look like something that was spit up.
Concentrating on those images, I invoked my Talent. To me, it always felt like casting a net across the entire world, and drawing it back to see what sensations were caught in it. Greenery. The sound of birdsong. The smell of earth. One big, ugly, stone statue. (1) I opened my eyes. "It's in Troll Park," I said, "Hurry!" Chilong, Reanjir and I clasped hands, and Dashal Ported us again.
The first thing I noticed when we arrived in Troll Park was the noise. It was the loud clanging you get when two hard objects are slammed together with great force. The next thing I noticed was that the statue that had given Troll Park its name had somehow been toppled and was now lying on the ground. The third thing I noticed was that a metallic blob was ramming itself against the statue, apparently trying to smash it to pieces.
Predictably, Reanjir charged forward, swinging his two-handed sword, using his Mover Talent to increase both his speed and the power of his strike. His sword easily passed through the creature, but when it emerged, its blade was missing. The creature reared up before Reanjir and lashed out a pseudopod that engulfed his right arm. In a flash, Dashal Ported to his side, grabbed his other arm and Ported the two of them away just before another pseudopod crashed down on the spot where Reanjir stood.
Dashal and Reanjir reappeared next to Chilong and myself. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Stupid monster ate up all the armor on my arm," Reanjir snarled, "My arm's okay, though. I thought it would be gone, but it isn't."
My Talent flared. "Organic materials," I said, "The creature can't affect organic materials."
"Really?" Reanjir said, "That gives me an idea. Dashal, I'll need boards. Lots of wooden boards. I think they're renovating the Watch house in Central. You can get them there. Nobody eats my weapon and armor and gets away with it."
Dashal Ported away, leaving us in Troll Park with a metallic blob oozing its way slowly towards us and no way to make a quick exit. "I hope you know what you're doing," I said nervously.
"Trust me," he said, and concentrated. The ground between us and the creature suddenly erupted. Earth, sand and rock flew as Reanjir attacked it with his Talent. When the dust cleared, there was a large pit between us and the creature. Dashal re-appeared with a pile of wooden boards, and Reanjir quickly Moved them to line the floor and sides. Then, he concentrated one final time and his Talent shoved the creature inside. We rushed to the side of the pit to look down on it. "You broke it," I said.
"No," Chilong said, "Fortunately, it is not badly injured." Ignoring our questioning looks, he continued, "Establishing a mindlink was very hard. It has such an alien and complex mindset. But, I have managed it and I have discovered a number of things. It is not evil. It is not malicious. It is frightened. It wants to go home. And it, or rather, she," he paused significantly, "Was pregnant."
We looked down into the pit again. (2) "Oh dear," I said.
"Don't worry," Chilong said, "The baby survived. They are remarkably tough creatures."
"Right, er," Reanjir said sheepishly, "I suppose I should Move them out, then?"
"Please do," Chilong said. "And while you're at it, you might want to apologize to them. The actual gesture of apology is impossible for a human to mimic, but the closest possible approximation would be this." Chilong spread his hands in front of him, at chest level, made an "O" with his mouth and bowed.
After we had let the creatures out of the pit, Chilong elaborated further on what he had learned about them. "The mother tells me that she is from another place very different from here. She ended up here after moving through stone, and she has been trying to find the same stone that she moved through in hopes that it will return to her home. She has asked for your help in this, Xander. Would you be willing to mindlink with her to access her memory of the stone? I must warn you, though, that her perceptions will be very different from ours."
"Of course I'm willing," I said. Chilong nodded and established the mindlink. The world was grey. The white patches were metals, the lighter greys were stone and the darker greys organic materials. But that was not all. There was shading to indicate the level of radiation, patterning to indicate temperature. The net result was a three-dimensional sense of space, matter and energy could only be translated imperfectly into the human analogue of sight. The memory of entry into this strange world surfaced. (3) The matter moved through was indeed stone. A closer examination of the memory also revealed a large amount of radiation passing through the stone, a fact that was not earlier noted. There was an odd sensation of movement through space, then a strange concept surfaced, alien to the creature. What was it? Chilong broke the mindlink, and I struggled to grasp the elusive thought. "Alistar," I said, "Alistar the Great. What does that mean?"
"Alistar the Great?" Chilong said, "He is probably the greatest Empath in recent history. His performances at the Grand Theatre were acclaimed by the greatest critics of the city. His portrayal of Draben in The Tale of the Bridge earned him a memorial in the Grand Theatre."
"Wait a minute," Reanjir said, "The greatest Empath in recent history was an actor? If he was that great, why didn't he do something more important?"
"Obviously, you do not understand Empaths," Chilong said with a smile, "Every Empath secretly dreams of becoming a performer. There is simply no other way to touch the emotions of so many people at once. You can be sure that if there were more roles for Empaths of my ethnic group in the local theatres, I wouldn't be working for the Watch now."
"Well, it seems like we should go talk to Alistar, then," I said.
"That would be difficult," Chilong said, "He died two months ago."
"There was one other thing I recall. The creature seemed to recall light passing through stone. Does this suggest any leads to anyone?" I asked. This was met by blank looks. "How can light pass through stone?" Reanjir asked. "That does not seem possible to me," Chilong said. "Then perhaps we should visit Alistar's memorial in the Grand Theatre and see if that leads us anywhere," I concluded.
"How are we going to disguise the creatures, though? Two metallic blobs following us are bound to attract attention," Reanjir said.
"One other things I should have mentioned about our friends," Chilong said, "They are shapeshifters. They have agreed to act as your armor and shield as compensation for destroying them. At least, until they find some way to get home."
Dashal Ported us to the Grand Theatre, where we spoke to one of the ushers about Alistar the Great's memorial. "It's in one of the upper towers. It's somewhat out of the way and the path to take is rather confusing, so you should get Goff there to show you where it is," he said, "He's a stagehand here and was a great fan of Alistar's. Be careful, though. He's been a little strange since Alistar died."
Goff turned out to be a wizened, bald man dressed in black. "Visitors to Alistar's memorial? Certainly, I can show you where it is. This way, please." He led us through several winding passageways and flights of stairs, until we entered a small room with three large windows. Alistar's memorial appeared to be a wooden bridge and a small clay mask. (4) "The bridge, of course, represents The Tale of the Bridge, the play for which he earned this memorial. The clay mask is a depiction of Alistar's face."
I stepped forward to pick up the mask, but Goff smoothly intercepted me. "I must apologize," he said, "But we do not allow visitors to touch the memorial." He spread his hands in front of him, at chest level, made an "O" with his mouth and bowed. (5)
I froze, as a sudden premonition of immense danger overwhelmed me.
"Too late, little Intuitive," a voice spoke in my mind. "While Goff was speaking I have already taken control of all your friends: the Porter, the Mover, even the Empath and the creature."
"You are Alistar, aren't you? I thought you were dead."
"I am, but I have discovered a way to exist after death. I have implanted my personality into this mask and I will now transplant it to the creature I summoned into this world with the help of my friend Goff. He is quite a powerful Porter, didn't you know?"
"The creature said that it moved through stone when it came into our world. Did it really?"
Alistar laughed, "Indeed it did. Stone turned to sand, melted into glass. Shaped into the proper pattern to allow a Porter to bring creatures from other worlds."
I looked up at the three large windows in the room. (6) "Light passing through stone," I murmured. "One final question, Alistar. Why?"
"Why else? To live forever, of course. Something which you and your friends will have no chance of doing."
"I wouldn't count on that," I said. Alistar was unaware of the creature's child, and had overlooked dominating it. By now, it had crept up next to the mask. Before Alistar could react, it had smashed it to bits.
The destruction of the mask seemed to free everyone from stasis. Goff screamed and collapsed. "Do you think you will be able to work the windows?" I asked Dashal. He nodded and concentrated, and the light from the windows suddenly changed, becoming redder and dimmer. "The mother says that this is the right place," Chilong translated. I nodded to Reanjir, and he Moves the creatures through the windows. "Farewell," I said as they returned home.
(1) The statue in Troll Park
(2) The creature, and child
(3) The world through the senses of the creature
(4) Alistar's memorial
(5) Goff apologizing like a creature
(6) Three windows/glass portals
Transparent As A Stone
I was in the middle of a game of Solitaire, focusing on a face-down card and trying to determine what it was, when my Talent activated spontaneously. Premonitions were the least predictable of an Intuitive's powers, and sometimes warned of nothing more than an unexpected rain shower. This one had the definite feel of danger, but was most indefinite about what sort. "I just got a flash of danger," I announced, "But I have no idea what."
Chilong looked up from the book he was reading. "Oh good," he said, "I was starting to get bored. And so was he." He nodded to Reanjir, who was on the other side of the room, idly tossing darts at a dartboard.
"Hey, you read my mind. No fair," Reanjir said, grinning, "Well, if we're going to be in danger, I guess I better put my toys away." He concentrated, and all the darts on the board detached and packed themselves neatly into their box. "And get my tools ready," he concluded. His suit of plate armor floated off the rack and settled around him, buckling itself into place, and his two-handed sword strapped itself to his back.
"Showoffs," I muttered. "You started it," Chilong shot back.
The sound of rushing air cut short our banter, and Dashal, Porter and messenger for the Watch, appeared in the room. "Xander, Chilong, Reanjir, we need your help! A monster has just attacked Cailo's Armory! Come quickly!"
"Take us there," I said, as Chilong and Reanjir stepped forward and joined hands. Dashal grasped Reanjir's hand and mine, and invoked his Talent. Immediately, we were Ported halfway across the city, to Cailo's Armory.
I was quite familiar with Cailo's Armory, as I had accompanied Reanjir there on several occasions to examine the latest advances in weaponry. The place now looked as if some natural disaster had struck it. The glass panel which distinguished it from all the other shops in the street was shattered, and the weapons and armor that were normally on display were gone. Cailo himself was speaking to some watchmen, and he looked unhurt, if shaken. We walked over to speak with him.
"Cailo, what happened here?" I asked.
"Xander, thank the Gods! I should have guessed that the Watch would call out their best agents for a case like this. It was horrible, horrible, I tell you."
"Calm down, Cailo, and just tell us what happened," Chilong said soothingly. He must have used his Talent, because Cailo's agitation vanished instantly.
"Just a short while ago, I was in my shop and I heard a tremendous crash. I came outside to check and I noticed that the glass panel was broken. When I looked in the window display, there was this big blob eating all my weapons and armor."
"A blob?" I asked, looking at Chilong and Reanjir, both of whom shrugged. None of us had ever heard of any creature like this.
"Yes, it was big and gooey and looked like someone's spit. Except that as it ate the weapons and armor, it got all silvery and metallic."
"So did you attack the blob?" Reanjir asked.
"I'm not crazy. I'm a Shaper, not a Mover or a Blaster. I ran to get the Watch and by the time we got back, the blob had disappeared."
"Do you have any idea where it might have gone?" I asked, and Cailo shook his head. Right, so we had a mysterious attack and no leads whatsoever. All in a day's work for an Intuitive.
"Cailo, with your permission, Chilong will set up a mindlink so that I can have access to your memories of the creature," I said, "I will need them to get a fix on its current location." Cailo nodded and Chilong concentrated. Images of the creature Cailo had seen filled my mind. It did indeed look like something that was spit up.
Concentrating on those images, I invoked my Talent. To me, it always felt like casting a net across the entire world, and drawing it back to see what sensations were caught in it. Greenery. The sound of birdsong. The smell of earth. One big, ugly, stone statue. (1) I opened my eyes. "It's in Troll Park," I said, "Hurry!" Chilong, Reanjir and I clasped hands, and Dashal Ported us again.
The first thing I noticed when we arrived in Troll Park was the noise. It was the loud clanging you get when two hard objects are slammed together with great force. The next thing I noticed was that the statue that had given Troll Park its name had somehow been toppled and was now lying on the ground. The third thing I noticed was that a metallic blob was ramming itself against the statue, apparently trying to smash it to pieces.
Predictably, Reanjir charged forward, swinging his two-handed sword, using his Mover Talent to increase both his speed and the power of his strike. His sword easily passed through the creature, but when it emerged, its blade was missing. The creature reared up before Reanjir and lashed out a pseudopod that engulfed his right arm. In a flash, Dashal Ported to his side, grabbed his other arm and Ported the two of them away just before another pseudopod crashed down on the spot where Reanjir stood.
Dashal and Reanjir reappeared next to Chilong and myself. "Are you alright?" I asked. "Stupid monster ate up all the armor on my arm," Reanjir snarled, "My arm's okay, though. I thought it would be gone, but it isn't."
My Talent flared. "Organic materials," I said, "The creature can't affect organic materials."
"Really?" Reanjir said, "That gives me an idea. Dashal, I'll need boards. Lots of wooden boards. I think they're renovating the Watch house in Central. You can get them there. Nobody eats my weapon and armor and gets away with it."
Dashal Ported away, leaving us in Troll Park with a metallic blob oozing its way slowly towards us and no way to make a quick exit. "I hope you know what you're doing," I said nervously.
"Trust me," he said, and concentrated. The ground between us and the creature suddenly erupted. Earth, sand and rock flew as Reanjir attacked it with his Talent. When the dust cleared, there was a large pit between us and the creature. Dashal re-appeared with a pile of wooden boards, and Reanjir quickly Moved them to line the floor and sides. Then, he concentrated one final time and his Talent shoved the creature inside. We rushed to the side of the pit to look down on it. "You broke it," I said.
"No," Chilong said, "Fortunately, it is not badly injured." Ignoring our questioning looks, he continued, "Establishing a mindlink was very hard. It has such an alien and complex mindset. But, I have managed it and I have discovered a number of things. It is not evil. It is not malicious. It is frightened. It wants to go home. And it, or rather, she," he paused significantly, "Was pregnant."
We looked down into the pit again. (2) "Oh dear," I said.
"Don't worry," Chilong said, "The baby survived. They are remarkably tough creatures."
"Right, er," Reanjir said sheepishly, "I suppose I should Move them out, then?"
"Please do," Chilong said. "And while you're at it, you might want to apologize to them. The actual gesture of apology is impossible for a human to mimic, but the closest possible approximation would be this." Chilong spread his hands in front of him, at chest level, made an "O" with his mouth and bowed.
After we had let the creatures out of the pit, Chilong elaborated further on what he had learned about them. "The mother tells me that she is from another place very different from here. She ended up here after moving through stone, and she has been trying to find the same stone that she moved through in hopes that it will return to her home. She has asked for your help in this, Xander. Would you be willing to mindlink with her to access her memory of the stone? I must warn you, though, that her perceptions will be very different from ours."
"Of course I'm willing," I said. Chilong nodded and established the mindlink. The world was grey. The white patches were metals, the lighter greys were stone and the darker greys organic materials. But that was not all. There was shading to indicate the level of radiation, patterning to indicate temperature. The net result was a three-dimensional sense of space, matter and energy could only be translated imperfectly into the human analogue of sight. The memory of entry into this strange world surfaced. (3) The matter moved through was indeed stone. A closer examination of the memory also revealed a large amount of radiation passing through the stone, a fact that was not earlier noted. There was an odd sensation of movement through space, then a strange concept surfaced, alien to the creature. What was it? Chilong broke the mindlink, and I struggled to grasp the elusive thought. "Alistar," I said, "Alistar the Great. What does that mean?"
"Alistar the Great?" Chilong said, "He is probably the greatest Empath in recent history. His performances at the Grand Theatre were acclaimed by the greatest critics of the city. His portrayal of Draben in The Tale of the Bridge earned him a memorial in the Grand Theatre."
"Wait a minute," Reanjir said, "The greatest Empath in recent history was an actor? If he was that great, why didn't he do something more important?"
"Obviously, you do not understand Empaths," Chilong said with a smile, "Every Empath secretly dreams of becoming a performer. There is simply no other way to touch the emotions of so many people at once. You can be sure that if there were more roles for Empaths of my ethnic group in the local theatres, I wouldn't be working for the Watch now."
"Well, it seems like we should go talk to Alistar, then," I said.
"That would be difficult," Chilong said, "He died two months ago."
"There was one other thing I recall. The creature seemed to recall light passing through stone. Does this suggest any leads to anyone?" I asked. This was met by blank looks. "How can light pass through stone?" Reanjir asked. "That does not seem possible to me," Chilong said. "Then perhaps we should visit Alistar's memorial in the Grand Theatre and see if that leads us anywhere," I concluded.
"How are we going to disguise the creatures, though? Two metallic blobs following us are bound to attract attention," Reanjir said.
"One other things I should have mentioned about our friends," Chilong said, "They are shapeshifters. They have agreed to act as your armor and shield as compensation for destroying them. At least, until they find some way to get home."
Dashal Ported us to the Grand Theatre, where we spoke to one of the ushers about Alistar the Great's memorial. "It's in one of the upper towers. It's somewhat out of the way and the path to take is rather confusing, so you should get Goff there to show you where it is," he said, "He's a stagehand here and was a great fan of Alistar's. Be careful, though. He's been a little strange since Alistar died."
Goff turned out to be a wizened, bald man dressed in black. "Visitors to Alistar's memorial? Certainly, I can show you where it is. This way, please." He led us through several winding passageways and flights of stairs, until we entered a small room with three large windows. Alistar's memorial appeared to be a wooden bridge and a small clay mask. (4) "The bridge, of course, represents The Tale of the Bridge, the play for which he earned this memorial. The clay mask is a depiction of Alistar's face."
I stepped forward to pick up the mask, but Goff smoothly intercepted me. "I must apologize," he said, "But we do not allow visitors to touch the memorial." He spread his hands in front of him, at chest level, made an "O" with his mouth and bowed. (5)
I froze, as a sudden premonition of immense danger overwhelmed me.
"Too late, little Intuitive," a voice spoke in my mind. "While Goff was speaking I have already taken control of all your friends: the Porter, the Mover, even the Empath and the creature."
"You are Alistar, aren't you? I thought you were dead."
"I am, but I have discovered a way to exist after death. I have implanted my personality into this mask and I will now transplant it to the creature I summoned into this world with the help of my friend Goff. He is quite a powerful Porter, didn't you know?"
"The creature said that it moved through stone when it came into our world. Did it really?"
Alistar laughed, "Indeed it did. Stone turned to sand, melted into glass. Shaped into the proper pattern to allow a Porter to bring creatures from other worlds."
I looked up at the three large windows in the room. (6) "Light passing through stone," I murmured. "One final question, Alistar. Why?"
"Why else? To live forever, of course. Something which you and your friends will have no chance of doing."
"I wouldn't count on that," I said. Alistar was unaware of the creature's child, and had overlooked dominating it. By now, it had crept up next to the mask. Before Alistar could react, it had smashed it to bits.
The destruction of the mask seemed to free everyone from stasis. Goff screamed and collapsed. "Do you think you will be able to work the windows?" I asked Dashal. He nodded and concentrated, and the light from the windows suddenly changed, becoming redder and dimmer. "The mother says that this is the right place," Chilong translated. I nodded to Reanjir, and he Moves the creatures through the windows. "Farewell," I said as they returned home.
(1) The statue in Troll Park
(2) The creature, and child
(3) The world through the senses of the creature
(4) Alistar's memorial
(5) Goff apologizing like a creature
(6) Three windows/glass portals