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Post by QKat on Oct 31, 2006 10:45:00 GMT -5
"Sounds entertaining... yea, that would be a time when I'd actually pay attention in history..." he shrugged. "So... how'd you come across it, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Pathos on Nov 5, 2006 17:26:53 GMT -5
|He turned, resting one hand almost protectively over the wooden box. "I've been many places over the past year and a half. This was a gift, from a young woman in Zaire. Her great, great grandfather was the youngest tribal leader in the history of the Congo. I helped her, and she was grateful. I'm given to understand that this was the wand of the opposing tribe's leader. I'm a bit fuzzy on the details, unfortunately. She didn't know all that much. Does it interest you?"|
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Post by QKat on Nov 5, 2006 17:30:24 GMT -5
He nodded. "Yea, it does...."
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Post by Pathos on Nov 18, 2006 17:10:52 GMT -5
|The corners of his mouth curled. "Ah, but will it accept you? I wonder..." He carefully slid his finger along a thin groove on the back of the box. It opened, then, with the small hiss of escaping air and the release of an aged smell, of dust and wood and something darker, more rotten. And resting on a silk cushion within the box was a wand. It was not wood; many African tribes regarded the trees around them with great respect as both guardians and providers. This wand was the silver-white of bone, polished, not to a shine, but to an almost translucent quality that made it seem more crystal than calcium. It must have been one of the limbs, the radius or the tibia, that made this wand, for it had, not a handle, but the knob that had connected it to its fellows, wrapped in old, blackened leather, gone tacky with blood. The tip was sharpened to a killing point. Not only magic, but a physical weapon as well. It radiated, not a sense of cold, but a total lack of anything, and the air around it felt stale and ancient. Jesse carefully removed it from the box and held it out to the cub. "Well?"|
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Post by QKat on Nov 19, 2006 1:16:27 GMT -5
He blinked curiously and eyed the wand a bit suspiciously. He looked it over slowly, an inner debate between his suspision and curiousity. He then moved his hand over the wand before taking hold of the handle, taking in the feeling of emptyness. "Interesting... very interesting."
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