Re: Chapter 4B: The God in the Detail
As the night progressed, reading the journal became harder as the mind wanted to shut down. It became what the Old One had once mentioned as 'the dangerous time', when The God would start speaking to you. After going blind looking so closely at the details for so long, you could hear the tiny voices of those details, The God's children.
Yet it was when the mind was at its worst to judge if The God was being a teacher, or a trickster.
The Delver's gem required a power source, and had presumably been attached to its golem for a good long while. It was easy for sympathetic magic to rub off, give something the echoes of life. Worse, if the item needed, then what more could be considered living than that?
And fire, well, fire was very easy to categorise as alive...it breathed or it died, it hungered and fed as it would, it hated...
No, that was probably a tired fancy. Still, a gem that had the echos of magical life, and an enchantment of an element that aped life. Meri had perhaps not fully worked out how to make a weapon that could be animated yet, like the dissassembled dagger she carried, but especially looking to the sword, it was tantalisingly close now. Just a few more experiments with something like this sword, which was a perfect conduit, and she might figure it out. After all, she had some deeper revelations regarding crystals, and souls, and Timur's life now.
She couldn't animate the sword just now, but perhaps she could awaken something in it. Not true life, but an awareness that might be the precursor to animating the sword.
These were tired thoughts, but also inspirations, and the connections tumbled like locks being opened, in a mind that had been working this out in the background, and just waiting for the right thought at the right time - or the right key.
However, that strange little itch that had plagued Meri once, then faded, sudden;y worryingly returned. Barely there at first, but as the thoughts on the sword started tumbling, the itch became more persistent and more distracting. It was like freefalling down a hill, and finding the weed snagged more and more until the fall was arrested.
Eventually, thinking became unbearable, and just as suddenly as it came on, The Itch stopped.
Feel free to roll me an Insight check for no reason, otherwise... just your evil DM doing an evil thing, or something :p