Post by lloyd on Jun 11, 2015 9:55:09 GMT -5
Bilkin cast Unseen Servant.
It appeared in a slight crescendo of whispers in his mind, the left sock he had been giving it every time before its time was up hovering in the air. He took the sock with a small sense of glee, pulled out a piece of parchment, and wrote "Where are you?" in Juscorian, Deep Speech, Infernal, Celestial, and Draconic on it, at the top. Once written, he put it inside the left sock, along with a bulb of ink and a quill. He sent the Unseen Servant away, and the sock disappeared with it. With another sense of glee, he smiled, sat down on his bed in the bunkhouse, and stared at the ceiling, the whispers at their usual volume inside his head. He closed his eyes, and thought back.
His research, before Llewyn's death, had been on the origins of spells. More specifically, the reasons certain gestures and words meant that a certain spell had to happen. What he sought, however was not why those stood for something, but how they came about. How did a wizard figure out that with a flicking of his thumb from his index finger with his left hand and pointing in three perpendicular directions with his right, and saying "Popopilidiconiusnous dratpingravyanwap" resulted in him teleporting anywhere he wished within hundreds of miles? Bilkin had tried it. He'd tried saying random conjugations of syllables and hand gestures and hoping it did something, for years. It didn't work-- it simply seemed fruitless. He had heard of various wizards consorting with demons and fey for arcane knowledge-- they were known as warlocks-- but obviously not every wizard made a spell that way.
He focused back in on the real world for a moment due to a change in the whispers momentarily, and then a very definite "DONE" in his mind. He decided that was as good a signal as any, and cast Unseen Servant once again, invoking His name.
The sock floated in the air before him, and it had objects in it. Bilkin's heart raced. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching, or maybe to reach out one last time before he completely sank into madness. He took the sock from the Unseen Servant, and looked inside.
The parchment, bulb, and quill were there.
And the quill and bulb had been used.
He quickly shoved his hand into the sock, pulled out the parchment, and unfolded it. His "Where are you?" in multiple languages remained at the top.
Near the middle, in very careful handwriting, it read "I don't know".
It appeared in a slight crescendo of whispers in his mind, the left sock he had been giving it every time before its time was up hovering in the air. He took the sock with a small sense of glee, pulled out a piece of parchment, and wrote "Where are you?" in Juscorian, Deep Speech, Infernal, Celestial, and Draconic on it, at the top. Once written, he put it inside the left sock, along with a bulb of ink and a quill. He sent the Unseen Servant away, and the sock disappeared with it. With another sense of glee, he smiled, sat down on his bed in the bunkhouse, and stared at the ceiling, the whispers at their usual volume inside his head. He closed his eyes, and thought back.
His research, before Llewyn's death, had been on the origins of spells. More specifically, the reasons certain gestures and words meant that a certain spell had to happen. What he sought, however was not why those stood for something, but how they came about. How did a wizard figure out that with a flicking of his thumb from his index finger with his left hand and pointing in three perpendicular directions with his right, and saying "Popopilidiconiusnous dratpingravyanwap" resulted in him teleporting anywhere he wished within hundreds of miles? Bilkin had tried it. He'd tried saying random conjugations of syllables and hand gestures and hoping it did something, for years. It didn't work-- it simply seemed fruitless. He had heard of various wizards consorting with demons and fey for arcane knowledge-- they were known as warlocks-- but obviously not every wizard made a spell that way.
He focused back in on the real world for a moment due to a change in the whispers momentarily, and then a very definite "DONE" in his mind. He decided that was as good a signal as any, and cast Unseen Servant once again, invoking His name.
The sock floated in the air before him, and it had objects in it. Bilkin's heart raced. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching, or maybe to reach out one last time before he completely sank into madness. He took the sock from the Unseen Servant, and looked inside.
The parchment, bulb, and quill were there.
And the quill and bulb had been used.
He quickly shoved his hand into the sock, pulled out the parchment, and unfolded it. His "Where are you?" in multiple languages remained at the top.
Near the middle, in very careful handwriting, it read "I don't know".
