Post by DANLOWS on Oct 12, 2022 14:31:38 GMT
Thanks to Anthony for the help.
Vicros sits in the bar with the rest of the party from his recent venture into the shattered psyche of Eric, furiously copying the ballistic properties of goblins from the back of a voucher from Delanos’ Clothiers.
Once done, he flips it over to check if there are any terms and conditions stated.
There are some very odd descriptions of actions to take if willing to redeem the voucher. There is no indication of a expiration date anywhere on it.
Specifically these instructions are:
“Proceed to the main garden of the Witching court. Ask the FIRST pixie you see there if they would like a drink then politely decline when they suggest a beer (It's a trap). Instead, proceed to the lake within the garden and wade 4ft out from the edge. Face away from waterfall and sit down as if on a chair.
Once you reach your destination, simply tell Delano 3x things about yourself and what item of clothing you would like. DO NOT WANDER THE AISLES . DO NOT TOUCH THE SHELVES”
Vicros downs one of his Cocktails of Pure Order, then asks Swift for directions to the main garden. Swift is more than happy to point the way and shortly, Vicros arrives and begins to look around.
He spots a pixie who is sleeping on a mushroom, a tiny empty bottle still clutched in his hand.
Vicros approaches the pixie and “Can you hear me? Would you like a drink?”
"Bleurgh - *burp* - gah mmf... huh?"
Was his unintelligible reply, so Vicros repeats himself.
"Mmmf", The Pixie struggles to get up and inevitably ends up sliding off the mushroom onto the grass below. He takes a second to blink and focus again before looking up at Vicros, then at the empty bottle he is still holding.
"Mmmm .Yeah sure, I could grab a beer"
“Apologies, my good man, I’m afraid I must decline beer. How about a cocktail?” Vicros extends his second and final cocktail of Pure Order towards him.
He then turns towards the lake, and wades out 4ft and faces away from the waterfall.
The Pixie is bemused as he takes the cocktail and blinks several times in silence at it as Vicros walks away.
Vicros then asks D3R3K to check around him to see who is watching.
At the water, D3R3k doesn't notice anyone paying him too much attention other than the Pixie from before does seem to be muttering to himself and looking over, while awkwardly trying to climb back onto the large mushroom, seeming to have forgotten he can fly in his current state.
Vicros then sits down...and doesn’t get wet.
Instead, he finds himself sitting in an incredibly comfortable wicker chair. The kind of chair that looks like it serves function more than comfort, complete with odd strands of the wicker sticking out and looking uncomfortable but surprisingly it feels more like immersing yourself into a deep and supportive cushion with incredible back support.
The waterfall and garden are suddenly gone and their place, Vicros finds they are in a large but hugely overcrowded room with rows of tiny drawers and reams of fabrics stacked up to the ceiling. The floor is littered with off cuts and the entire room sits in an odd darkness, the only light being a white glow emanating down into the centre of the room from no discernible source. Amid the chaos in the centre is a short human looking man, bent over something with his back to Vicros.
Vicros opens his mouth to greet this person, who clearly is Delano, but remembers at the last second the instruction to simply tell him three things about himself, and what item of clothing Vicros wants.
“I am a Sorcerer. My parents are somehow buried on the Plane of Mechanus. I draw my Sorcerous abilities from an arcane link to that same plane.”
Holding his clockwork amulet, Vicros thinks carefully about his choices.
“I would like a grey top hat that is magical and yet also mechanical, with adjustable height and the ability to store a weapon, and ONLY ONE weapon at a time inside it without affecting my ability to wear it or my comfort in wearing it.”
There is no immediate answer as the figure continues to work for a few more moments. Eventually there is a tired sort of huff as he puts down whatever he was doing and stands up: an experience on it's own as the room is filled with loud cracks and pops for his clearly straining joints, punctuated by a single loud chesty cough that would make you think his lungs are made of jelly.
Delano turns to Vicros sitting in the chair, revealing himself to be an old man, possibly pushing 70 or so with Wispy grey hair and a prominent hunchback. he also appears to be blind in his left eye. He gives Vicros a long silent look before ambling over, notably faster than you would expect before holding out a gnarled hand as if expected something. He actuallys says nothing.
Vicros hands him the voucher with a smile (or a close approximation of one).
Delano takes the voucher and eyeballs it for a moment before looking back up at Vicros with a somewhat accusative glare. He sniffs and says "Heermngphrumfb".
Vicros just looks towards D3R3K and thinks to him “did you understand what he said?”
D3R3K responds in the negative.
In response to this, Delano rolls his eye and beings grumbling along the same sort of lines, a string of unintelligible grunts and seemingly random phonetics as he ambles around looking at Vicros' head. He does a complete circuit before standing before him again and says "BLemrphfurrrrnemb"
With that he ambles off down one of the rows of drawers, bones creaking as he goes.
Not 2-3 seconds after disappearing down an aisle to Vicros' right, he appears out from an aisle on the left, further into the room, dragging a large ream of Grey fabric and drops it onto the floor and turns down the aisle next to it, this time emerging almost immediately from 2x aisles closer with another Grey ream of fabric. Finally he ducks back into the same aisle and appears towards the back of the room from the right this time with another roll of fabric, this one much smaller.
The first roll: A Slate grey smooth fabric that looks almost like Satin, except for the face it almost seems to ripple as if in a gentle breeze, despite being tightly wound on the ream.
The second roll: A light grey coarse fabric, somewhat like Linen maybe? This one is... difficult to look at. There is a kind of moving effect to the fibres, almost as if you are watching it being woven in front of you, the threading seeming to move as one in a straight line while the fabric itself isn't.
The third: The smallest ream and possibly the oddest. The fabric ‘looks’ like blackened Steel, there is even a faint metallic smell in the air that only appeared when he dropped the ream on the floor. It is, however, very definitely a fabric from the way a loose corner has fallen off the ream.
Delano vaguely waves his hand over them and growls "Brumjophlerbg".
Vicros immediately points to the third ream and motions to signify the exterior of a top hat, then to the second ream, and motions to signify the interior of a hat. He then looks at Deloran and raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Hrumvph" is the response he gets as Delano drags the 1st Ream back where it came from, inexplicably exiting from another aisle again, this time carrying a large pair of scissors and several chains, cogs, a brick and A small metal tube.
Delano then goes about cutting fabric, taking measurements, stitching seams.... but the process is an incredible feat to behold, what he can see of it anyway.
He works incredibly slow, his hands moving with a definite purpose but at a snails pace until Vicros blinks, wherein he is suddenly much further along the process than he just was and now working on some kind of mechanical construction, looping chains around various sized cogs. The next moment, he is seemingly at Vicros' side taking measurements, then suddenly hammering a metal pipe into the fabric itself, seeming to merge directly into the fabric.
Rattled by this, Vicros thinks to D3R3K “Is something happening to my sense of time?! Or is this some kind of fey magic?”
D3R3k experiences things exactly as Vicros does. Nothing seems to match up, he movement is the polar opposite of how quick he is actually proceeding with things.
Vicros thinks to himself: “Oh wonderful, I’ve fallen afoul of the Feys love of time related shenanigans.”
Vicros blinks again, and... it is done, and Delano appears to be hunched back over doing something else, his back to Vicros.
In front of Vicros on a small stool sits the finished hat.
The hat itself looks like it is formed of a single piece of blackened steel, not a single seam can be seen around it anywhere. Just under the rim of the hat, embedded into the fabric is a tiny lever. To the touch, the hat feels like solid metal, even with a faint coldness to it.
Lifting the hat off the stool, Vicros finds it it incredibly light but solid, completely at odds with what would be expected. Turning it over reveals the inner lining of the hat in the light Grey linen-like material and for a few seconds, Vicros is captivated by it, the threading slowly and perpetually seeming to slowly recede away creating a sensation of falling into the hat. There is a second where the notion of falling into the hat feels like a real possibility, a possibility that would likely result in you forever falling in, never reaching the bottom, not speeding up or slowly down just forever receding away at a slow constant pace.
As quick as it comes, it's easy to shake off and return to the moment, sat in the dark room with Delano tinkering away at something on the floor, not looking back at Vicros.
Vicros aims the top of the hat away from him self and flicks the lever.
A small hatch appears to open on the side of the top hat, allowing a tiny metal tube to rise out. There is a whistle noise as steam begins to pour out of it like a chimney and the hat itself begins to extend becoming taller. There are still no seams or cracks and appears as a solid piece of metal. It stops once it reaches about 3'6" feet in length, creating an obscenely tall hat.
Vicros, curious, puts his yklwa into the hat. Then flips the lever back again.
The Yklwa fits in nicely when the hat is extended, in a kind of suspended position meaning when one puts the hat on it wouldn't be resting on ones head to maintain the comfort level.
Flicking the lever however and shrinking the hat causes the Yklwa to slowly come out of the hat. It does not appear to be able to hold anything larger than itself still.
Vicros nods to himself, thinking “Well, I had to make sure.”
Vicros flips the switch to make it big again, puta his yklwa back in, dons his new hat and clears his throat hoping that Delano will turn.
There is a grunt and vaguely waved arm from the figure of Delano, seeming to indicate behind Vicros.
Vicros smiles wryly and tips his new hat to Delano, narrowly avoiding smacking the hat into the back of the clothiers head. He then dons the hat, and turns around.
There is a door behind the chair, presumably the door most people would normally enter this little workshop from.
Vicros takes his leave.
Below, Vicros with hat closed.
And....Vicros with hat extended and yklwa stowed.
Vicros sits in the bar with the rest of the party from his recent venture into the shattered psyche of Eric, furiously copying the ballistic properties of goblins from the back of a voucher from Delanos’ Clothiers.
Once done, he flips it over to check if there are any terms and conditions stated.
There are some very odd descriptions of actions to take if willing to redeem the voucher. There is no indication of a expiration date anywhere on it.
Specifically these instructions are:
“Proceed to the main garden of the Witching court. Ask the FIRST pixie you see there if they would like a drink then politely decline when they suggest a beer (It's a trap). Instead, proceed to the lake within the garden and wade 4ft out from the edge. Face away from waterfall and sit down as if on a chair.
Once you reach your destination, simply tell Delano 3x things about yourself and what item of clothing you would like. DO NOT WANDER THE AISLES . DO NOT TOUCH THE SHELVES”
Vicros downs one of his Cocktails of Pure Order, then asks Swift for directions to the main garden. Swift is more than happy to point the way and shortly, Vicros arrives and begins to look around.
He spots a pixie who is sleeping on a mushroom, a tiny empty bottle still clutched in his hand.
Vicros approaches the pixie and “Can you hear me? Would you like a drink?”
"Bleurgh - *burp* - gah mmf... huh?"
Was his unintelligible reply, so Vicros repeats himself.
"Mmmf", The Pixie struggles to get up and inevitably ends up sliding off the mushroom onto the grass below. He takes a second to blink and focus again before looking up at Vicros, then at the empty bottle he is still holding.
"Mmmm .Yeah sure, I could grab a beer"
“Apologies, my good man, I’m afraid I must decline beer. How about a cocktail?” Vicros extends his second and final cocktail of Pure Order towards him.
He then turns towards the lake, and wades out 4ft and faces away from the waterfall.
The Pixie is bemused as he takes the cocktail and blinks several times in silence at it as Vicros walks away.
Vicros then asks D3R3K to check around him to see who is watching.
At the water, D3R3k doesn't notice anyone paying him too much attention other than the Pixie from before does seem to be muttering to himself and looking over, while awkwardly trying to climb back onto the large mushroom, seeming to have forgotten he can fly in his current state.
Vicros then sits down...and doesn’t get wet.
Instead, he finds himself sitting in an incredibly comfortable wicker chair. The kind of chair that looks like it serves function more than comfort, complete with odd strands of the wicker sticking out and looking uncomfortable but surprisingly it feels more like immersing yourself into a deep and supportive cushion with incredible back support.
The waterfall and garden are suddenly gone and their place, Vicros finds they are in a large but hugely overcrowded room with rows of tiny drawers and reams of fabrics stacked up to the ceiling. The floor is littered with off cuts and the entire room sits in an odd darkness, the only light being a white glow emanating down into the centre of the room from no discernible source. Amid the chaos in the centre is a short human looking man, bent over something with his back to Vicros.
Vicros opens his mouth to greet this person, who clearly is Delano, but remembers at the last second the instruction to simply tell him three things about himself, and what item of clothing Vicros wants.
“I am a Sorcerer. My parents are somehow buried on the Plane of Mechanus. I draw my Sorcerous abilities from an arcane link to that same plane.”
Holding his clockwork amulet, Vicros thinks carefully about his choices.
“I would like a grey top hat that is magical and yet also mechanical, with adjustable height and the ability to store a weapon, and ONLY ONE weapon at a time inside it without affecting my ability to wear it or my comfort in wearing it.”
There is no immediate answer as the figure continues to work for a few more moments. Eventually there is a tired sort of huff as he puts down whatever he was doing and stands up: an experience on it's own as the room is filled with loud cracks and pops for his clearly straining joints, punctuated by a single loud chesty cough that would make you think his lungs are made of jelly.
Delano turns to Vicros sitting in the chair, revealing himself to be an old man, possibly pushing 70 or so with Wispy grey hair and a prominent hunchback. he also appears to be blind in his left eye. He gives Vicros a long silent look before ambling over, notably faster than you would expect before holding out a gnarled hand as if expected something. He actuallys says nothing.
Vicros hands him the voucher with a smile (or a close approximation of one).
Delano takes the voucher and eyeballs it for a moment before looking back up at Vicros with a somewhat accusative glare. He sniffs and says "Heermngphrumfb".
Vicros just looks towards D3R3K and thinks to him “did you understand what he said?”
D3R3K responds in the negative.
In response to this, Delano rolls his eye and beings grumbling along the same sort of lines, a string of unintelligible grunts and seemingly random phonetics as he ambles around looking at Vicros' head. He does a complete circuit before standing before him again and says "BLemrphfurrrrnemb"
With that he ambles off down one of the rows of drawers, bones creaking as he goes.
Not 2-3 seconds after disappearing down an aisle to Vicros' right, he appears out from an aisle on the left, further into the room, dragging a large ream of Grey fabric and drops it onto the floor and turns down the aisle next to it, this time emerging almost immediately from 2x aisles closer with another Grey ream of fabric. Finally he ducks back into the same aisle and appears towards the back of the room from the right this time with another roll of fabric, this one much smaller.
The first roll: A Slate grey smooth fabric that looks almost like Satin, except for the face it almost seems to ripple as if in a gentle breeze, despite being tightly wound on the ream.
The second roll: A light grey coarse fabric, somewhat like Linen maybe? This one is... difficult to look at. There is a kind of moving effect to the fibres, almost as if you are watching it being woven in front of you, the threading seeming to move as one in a straight line while the fabric itself isn't.
The third: The smallest ream and possibly the oddest. The fabric ‘looks’ like blackened Steel, there is even a faint metallic smell in the air that only appeared when he dropped the ream on the floor. It is, however, very definitely a fabric from the way a loose corner has fallen off the ream.
Delano vaguely waves his hand over them and growls "Brumjophlerbg".
Vicros immediately points to the third ream and motions to signify the exterior of a top hat, then to the second ream, and motions to signify the interior of a hat. He then looks at Deloran and raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.
"Hrumvph" is the response he gets as Delano drags the 1st Ream back where it came from, inexplicably exiting from another aisle again, this time carrying a large pair of scissors and several chains, cogs, a brick and A small metal tube.
Delano then goes about cutting fabric, taking measurements, stitching seams.... but the process is an incredible feat to behold, what he can see of it anyway.
He works incredibly slow, his hands moving with a definite purpose but at a snails pace until Vicros blinks, wherein he is suddenly much further along the process than he just was and now working on some kind of mechanical construction, looping chains around various sized cogs. The next moment, he is seemingly at Vicros' side taking measurements, then suddenly hammering a metal pipe into the fabric itself, seeming to merge directly into the fabric.
Rattled by this, Vicros thinks to D3R3K “Is something happening to my sense of time?! Or is this some kind of fey magic?”
D3R3k experiences things exactly as Vicros does. Nothing seems to match up, he movement is the polar opposite of how quick he is actually proceeding with things.
Vicros thinks to himself: “Oh wonderful, I’ve fallen afoul of the Feys love of time related shenanigans.”
Vicros blinks again, and... it is done, and Delano appears to be hunched back over doing something else, his back to Vicros.
In front of Vicros on a small stool sits the finished hat.
The hat itself looks like it is formed of a single piece of blackened steel, not a single seam can be seen around it anywhere. Just under the rim of the hat, embedded into the fabric is a tiny lever. To the touch, the hat feels like solid metal, even with a faint coldness to it.
Lifting the hat off the stool, Vicros finds it it incredibly light but solid, completely at odds with what would be expected. Turning it over reveals the inner lining of the hat in the light Grey linen-like material and for a few seconds, Vicros is captivated by it, the threading slowly and perpetually seeming to slowly recede away creating a sensation of falling into the hat. There is a second where the notion of falling into the hat feels like a real possibility, a possibility that would likely result in you forever falling in, never reaching the bottom, not speeding up or slowly down just forever receding away at a slow constant pace.
As quick as it comes, it's easy to shake off and return to the moment, sat in the dark room with Delano tinkering away at something on the floor, not looking back at Vicros.
Vicros aims the top of the hat away from him self and flicks the lever.
A small hatch appears to open on the side of the top hat, allowing a tiny metal tube to rise out. There is a whistle noise as steam begins to pour out of it like a chimney and the hat itself begins to extend becoming taller. There are still no seams or cracks and appears as a solid piece of metal. It stops once it reaches about 3'6" feet in length, creating an obscenely tall hat.
Vicros, curious, puts his yklwa into the hat. Then flips the lever back again.
The Yklwa fits in nicely when the hat is extended, in a kind of suspended position meaning when one puts the hat on it wouldn't be resting on ones head to maintain the comfort level.
Flicking the lever however and shrinking the hat causes the Yklwa to slowly come out of the hat. It does not appear to be able to hold anything larger than itself still.
Vicros nods to himself, thinking “Well, I had to make sure.”
Vicros flips the switch to make it big again, puta his yklwa back in, dons his new hat and clears his throat hoping that Delano will turn.
There is a grunt and vaguely waved arm from the figure of Delano, seeming to indicate behind Vicros.
Vicros smiles wryly and tips his new hat to Delano, narrowly avoiding smacking the hat into the back of the clothiers head. He then dons the hat, and turns around.
There is a door behind the chair, presumably the door most people would normally enter this little workshop from.
Vicros takes his leave.
Below, Vicros with hat closed.
And....Vicros with hat extended and yklwa stowed.