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[paradisamods]

[In a lost room...]

[Anyone who has traveled to the room could be there by now.

Explore, my dears.]

[ooc: Please do not have your character take anything unless they are confirmed to take it on the Claim Post. Anyone is welcome to explore, touch, poke around and ponder, though :)]

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[everborrowing]

[halfway around the room, all thoughts of making a map have been abandoned (as well as the map itself... who knows where that's got to). Pencil tucked safely away in one of his many pouches, Tas is holding on to a pair of hornrimmed glasses, turning them over in his hands]

[brdskllwarrior]

[Wanders by on a cat, for the moment just taking things in. She watches Tas with a bemused smile]

This is quite some place, isn't it? To be in tucked away like this.

[everborrowing]

[nodding emphatically. Hello, little doll friend]

It really is. These are the best kinds of places really. You find the most interesting things.

Only these aren't really the kind of treasure you'd usually find in hidden places. I mean, it's all fascinating and I wonder how it got here... and these are pretty interesting. [sliding the horn-rimmed glasses onto his nose with a grin]

Though, I guess, if you're going to have treasure like this you don't end up with dragons guarding it. It's much easier to look around when you don't have to worry about one of those.

[brdskllwarrior]

[Has to chuckle when he puts the glasses on.] They're very fitting on you.

[She continues to listen as she hops off Ruffian to head over to a postcard that catches her attention, the large "Welcome To L.A.!" reminding her when the castle moved them there for an extended 'vacation'. She glances back at Tas and his mention of dragons, though. She'd had her fill of them during the last world change.]

Yes, much easier indeed, I would imagine. [Gives a little frown of consideration, holding onto the postcard carefully] Where there dragons in your world?

[everborrowing]

Lots of them!

[a pause] Though we didn't always know that. At first we thought they were just children's stories... only then they were attacking us and that wasn't so good and we didn't even have the dragon orbs or the lances to fight them.

Only then we found the good dragons and they gave us the lances and that made things a lot easier.

I got to ride one, you know!

[and, forgotten, those glasses are getting slipped into a pouch]

[brdskllwarrior]

[She sees what he did thar, but, as she's rather fond of the postcard and rather thinking about keeping it herself, she's not calling him out on it.]

What was it like, riding a dragon?

[everborrowing]

It was amazing! We were up so high that, looking down, it was like looking at a map. Except, instead of paper, it was land. I bet I could have made the best map of Krynn ever, too, except we were supposed to be flying to battle and there was this dragon rider on an enemy dragon that was attacking ours and Flint was too scared to look up so I had to go and take care of it because it really wouldn't have been any fun if he'd been hurt while we were up there.

[brdskllwarrior]

[Gives a thoughtful little, huh] I wonder if there are any worlds without fighting.

Was Flint a friend of yours?

[everborrowing]

...It might be possible. I mean, it seems like anything can be possible and anytime you say it isn't then you find out it really is. Like the dragons or ending up in a castle that's definitely not from Krynn. But I've never heard of any.

[a long pause, his cheerful grin fading just a bit] He is.

[brdskllwarrior]

That's true. We'll just have to hope that somewhere, someone has it easier than us.

[Ah, she's hit a sore spot. Carefully,] Did something happen to him?

[everborrowing]

He was...sick.

I mean, we knew he was old and he'd complain about it often enough, about how we were all leaving him behind. And then he just... couldn't keep going.

[a quick smile, though it's not as bright as usual] But Fizban said he's waiting for me and now, when I get there, I'll have all sorts of stories to tell him. Because how else is he going to know what happened with Raist and me and this whole castle? And it wouldn't be right to leave him out.

[abletothink]

[almost instantly, have a Looming Mage]

You picked that up without checking it for traps, Tasslehoff? [GLOWERS, the disapproval rolling off him in waves]

[everborrowing]

[the look he gives the mage might be just mildly offended. He always looks for traps.

Just... maybe not as thoroughly as he should] There weren't any catchwires or plates anywhere near them. And they're just glasses.... it's not like they're really trap worthy. Unless there's something in the glasses themselves.

[turning them over as he looks for any little place a needle or similar contraption could be hiding]

[abletothink]

I once found a magical trap, set inside a plain spellbook. The mage who picked it up off the battlefield carried it around with him for months without opening it - as he was a red-robed war mage, he had no use for a black spellbook.

We brought it out to an open field and opened it from a distance, by a thread tied to the cover. The resulting explosion knocked us into a tree.

[he holds his hand over the glasses, not quite touching them] .... But your glasses do not feel nearly as powerful as that. There is something to them, though.

[he pauses and looks around, vaguely unsettled]

There is something to everything here. ... Even that which appears to be nothing but refuse.

[everborrowing]

[eying the glasses curiously. Raist's story about exploding spellbooks only seems to have made them more fascinating... but they're disappointingly boring at the moment]

So they're magic? Like the glasses that let you read things?

[a frown as he moves to put them on]

HTML fail on free account, orz

[abletothink]

Yes, though there's no telling what they may do. [he grabs Tasslehoff's wrist before the glasses can even touch his nose]

They could turn you blind, and you've not even the slightest certainty. Jistrah tagobar ast miorparann kiniagic!

[a pale glow surrounds the glasses for a moment, then dies down] ... It's enchanted, though there's no way of telling with what. I had the Staff of Magius for years before I learned all its secrets...!

[he releases Tas' wrist, carefully. Fizban himself only knew how many magical artifacts the kender had had his hands on before, after all] ... Use them carefully.