Lysite.
A crystal with the rare power of providing an endless amount of light. Found only near the heart of mountains, it was most widely mined and used by dwarves to light the underground half of their cities. It was never freely given to other civilisations, only as a strong token of friendship to their most trusted allies. There was once a young dwarven village which was rich in lysite, until a family of pygmy dragons moved in. Though not as big as their dragon cousins, they were still quite formidable against any non-draconic creature. Everyone fled from the area and abandoned the mines. Some have ventured into the caverns to take the free lysite, but the ones who return say it's impossible to pass the pygmy dragons.
So when Smuk's good friend Cylea requested a never-ending light source for her lighthouse, he had some second thoughts. Nothing was never-ending, he explained to her, but the closest thing would be lysite. She demanded to have it, using every favour Smuk owed her and paying a generous sum of money. He agreed only on one condition, she would hire him an assistant who could hold their own against the wild creatures. Swiftly agreeing, she sent word out and sure enough someone answered.
'To the Lucky Duck, huh?’ Smuk wandered down a well-used side street that was lined with taverns and inns and the odd stable or two. He squinted his eyes trying to read the worn down signs. He had been there a few times before and even stayed at the attached inn, but he was damned if he could remember. It had been years and he was mostly drunk during that time. Human ale wasn't so strong but those drinking games could bring even a dwarf down. Finally he spied something that looked vaguely familiar. He checked the sign but could only make out an L and a couple of Ks. 'Good enough for me!’ He stepped into the bar and immediately remembered the smell. That wooden, firey, sweaty-toughman, beer smell.
“Is that you? Nah, couldn't be!” A gruff, all-too-familiar voice called out from behind the bar. Smuk's head swung around and his face lit up.
“Hey! Long time no see- ...pal. How's it been?” He had completely forgotten this man's name.
“Ech same old, same old. What brings you back here? I remember you sayin’ you never go to the same place twice.” Smuk strolled over to the bar and settled his backpack on a free stool.
“Well I got myself a job now didn't I. You're looking at an authentic alchemic salesman!” The bartender only laughed. Smuk gave an indignant huff, “I’ll have you know I’m on a job right now.”
The bartender stopped laughing and suddenly dived down to rifle through some papers. He came back up reading a crumpled piece of paper.
“Wouldn’t happen to be for a one Cylea Hardrin, would it?” he asked, handing the paper to Smuk.
“The very same. Let’s see…” He scanned the form, seeing a name scribbled at the bottom. All he could make out was “Kaeda?”
| Kay |
A crystal with the rare power of providing an endless amount of light. Found only near the heart of mountains, it was most widely mined and used by dwarves to light the underground half of their cities. It was never freely given to other civilisations, only as a strong token of friendship to their most trusted allies. There was once a young dwarven village which was rich in lysite, until a family of pygmy dragons moved in. Though not as big as their dragon cousins, they were still quite formidable against any non-draconic creature. Everyone fled from the area and abandoned the mines. Some have ventured into the caverns to take the free lysite, but the ones who return say it's impossible to pass the pygmy dragons.
So when Smuk's good friend Cylea requested a never-ending light source for her lighthouse, he had some second thoughts. Nothing was never-ending, he explained to her, but the closest thing would be lysite. She demanded to have it, using every favour Smuk owed her and paying a generous sum of money. He agreed only on one condition, she would hire him an assistant who could hold their own against the wild creatures. Swiftly agreeing, she sent word out and sure enough someone answered.
'To the Lucky Duck, huh?’ Smuk wandered down a well-used side street that was lined with taverns and inns and the odd stable or two. He squinted his eyes trying to read the worn down signs. He had been there a few times before and even stayed at the attached inn, but he was damned if he could remember. It had been years and he was mostly drunk during that time. Human ale wasn't so strong but those drinking games could bring even a dwarf down. Finally he spied something that looked vaguely familiar. He checked the sign but could only make out an L and a couple of Ks. 'Good enough for me!’ He stepped into the bar and immediately remembered the smell. That wooden, firey, sweaty-toughman, beer smell.
“Is that you? Nah, couldn't be!” A gruff, all-too-familiar voice called out from behind the bar. Smuk's head swung around and his face lit up.
“Hey! Long time no see- ...pal. How's it been?” He had completely forgotten this man's name.
“Ech same old, same old. What brings you back here? I remember you sayin’ you never go to the same place twice.” Smuk strolled over to the bar and settled his backpack on a free stool.
“Well I got myself a job now didn't I. You're looking at an authentic alchemic salesman!” The bartender only laughed. Smuk gave an indignant huff, “I’ll have you know I’m on a job right now.”
The bartender stopped laughing and suddenly dived down to rifle through some papers. He came back up reading a crumpled piece of paper.
“Wouldn’t happen to be for a one Cylea Hardrin, would it?” he asked, handing the paper to Smuk.
“The very same. Let’s see…” He scanned the form, seeing a name scribbled at the bottom. All he could make out was “Kaeda?”
| Kay |
