Tag: Nennu
“Drat,” Bukiss muttered himself as he overstepped an arching root, his short stature not well suited towards traversing the forest with any degree of elegance. His boot sank into the greenery further than expected and sent him careening head first into the soil, his various satchels and bags about his person softening his fall as he found himself face down in the ground. The word 'drat' was repeated a few more times as he tried to gather himself.
I'm sure if any elves are watching they'd have a good laugh at my expense, Bubkiss thought as he pushed himself back up to his feet with the effort of his short cane and a small grunt. He patted himself down and readjusted his tophat which had miraculously not been damaged in the small tumble. His purple garb complimented the greenery of the forest, and he took a moment to look at the root through muddied glasses and shook his fist at it in a joking manner. “I'll never get anywhere with people like you around!” Bubkiss said and laughed at his own expense. I'll have to get better at travelling on my own if I'm going to get anywhere at all, he thought to himself.
He took a moment to take off his glasses and produced a crimson handkerchief and began to clean away the mud that had gathered about them. He made small swirls to give himself a better chance at seeing the next offending bit of tree that might hamper him, and held them up to the sunlight that streamed down from the canopy. He breathed deep of the fresh forest air and looked up as he peered through the glass through squinted brown eyes.
“One of the first things you taught me Master,” he said, and clenched his left hand so that one of his golden rings, set with a small stone of blue, was mustered into effect. The rims of the glasses glowed silver for a moment, and removed all specks of mud about the frame and glass. “There we go, gleaming and good,” he said.
“Can't work with glass if you can't clean it properly, as you rightly said Master,” Bubkiss said to himself as he affixed the glasses back onto his nose. Within his right hand he threw his cane forward, the orb upon it feeling cool to the touch about his small dexterous hands.
The gnome continued on through the undergrowth, taking his time not to repeat the same mistake as before. He used his cane to propel himself forward as his journey began to reveal himself. He had been travelling for a few days now, leaving his home in a great tree some miles away now. But as time passed, he found himself longing for the effects of home. A stove. A bed. A powerful assortment of artifacts that would make his life far less filled with the rough and tumble stuff of travelling.
No, he thought, extinguishing the thought as one might a candle before sleep. I decided to leave that old tree, and there's no turning back. Can't make a name for myself without getting out into the world, much like Master Murk did all those years ago. However many years ago that was, goodness. I've got everything I need, Bubkiss thought to himself and smiled.
His stomach offered a sound which suggested otherwise.
“Lunch it is then. And some practice. Yes, that would be most good. Can't get far without practice, as Master used to say.”
A prang of sadness crept upon Bubkiss' features as he found himself a small spot to have lunch for himself. He found a tree which had a small spot of land that was flat about its roots and sat himself down. As he did so the various pouches about his waist rose up, presenting him with a wealth of options for both lunch and practice.
Bubkiss reached into one of his pouches and produced a small piece of smoked cheese which he immediately began to chew on thoughtfully as his left hand patted his jacket for his pipe. The taste of the cheese made the gnome smile and think that things weren't so bad as he began to load his pipe with some tobacco, his hands a flurry of motion now. The traveller seemed to have all sorts of things within his pouches and bags, but none seemed too heavy or overloaded. His former master had given him a great number of things over the years, and this assortment of travelling gear was the last thing he had been offered. Designed with his small stature in mind, they could hold a great number of things without encumbering one with their weight or size. Bubkiss had been thankful at he had been gifted this, even if he hadn't understood why he had been given such things at the time.
Bubkiss was sat amongst the ivy and moss that grew about the tree he had chosen to sit underneath when he tapped his hat, a typical motion the fellow made when he had a good idea. He set his cane down at once as the thought germinated within him.
“Mirror works, that sounds good! Yes! Got to practice the basics, otherwise the not so great and well known Bubkiss Widewallow will get nowhere.”
The gnome set to work, the thought of food now vanished as he methodically began to load tobacco into his pipe as he pawed about his person for the rest of the equipment he would need for his practice. He clenched the pipe lightly between his teeth as he produced a small black wallet which he flipped open to reveal an assortment of small mirrors that gleamed at him with promise.
“Ah yes,” Bubkiss said to himself with a smile, which made his pipe bob up and down, “the basics. Fine silver and a mind to cast, yes, yes this shall do,” he said to to the tree.
He set the mirrors about himself in a triangle formation in front of his person. His feet were crossed, and two of the mirrors were beside his knees, with the last directly in front of him. He angled them just so, and then fished out a small box of matches from his jacket.
“Hey presto, it's time!” Bubkiss said to himself with pride, and sparked a match from the box with a satisfying scratch. The flame billowed into shape, and the gnome set about applying the flame to his pipe. “One puff, two puff, three puff, more!” Bubkiss said to himself between inhalations, the tobacco took flame and began to produce a satisfying wisp of smoke. He relished the taste, but this was not an idle past time to the gnome.
And now, it begins, Bubkiss thought, as he began to command his will. The mirrors gave out a very faint high pitched whine as the illusionist made his art known in the world to himself. The mirrors glinted with arcane power that emanated out from his person. And as he the magic the gnome possessed began to uncurl into the world, Bubkiss breathed out a jet of smoke at the center just above the three mirrors.
At once the smoke became a violent blood red and seemed as if ink in water, collapsing and rising unto itself as it lingered before the illusionist. Another breath of smoke passed through the gnome's lips, and the smoke began to swirl about itself in a whirlpool, gaining new colours as it did so. The red deepened and separated into pinks and burgundies. Bubkiss breathed another plume of smoke into it, creating a vortex of smoke as his magics did effect it. He spoke a word, and upon the vortex of smoke did a dragon appear, the great wings of the beat flapping about itself in a display of power which playfully gave rise to waves of smoke about itself. It had the green coloration of the forest as it did give defiance about itself.
But the gnome was just beginning. From the mirrors did Bubkiss give rise to another illusion from the mirrors, three knights that rose up from the surface of the mirrors, each bearing shining silver spears as they faced off against the creature within the centre of smoke. A broad smile appeared upon Bubkiss as he worked his art towards his vision. The dragon breathed a gout of ruby flame towards one of the knights, forcing him to cower and retreat back into the mirror which it had risen from. The other two knights threw their spears towards the beast, which Bubkiss compelled to fly upwards a few feet, sending the spears off deep into the forest. They were harmless glints of light, and would dissipate into nothingness soon enough. The dragon looked down and breathed once again, the knights diving out of the way.
Ah, bliss, Bubkiss thought to himself happily as he continued his illusionary play to himself. Travelling's not so bad so long as I can practice, he thought to himself as he thought what next to happen. His eyes and ears were entirely focused upon his magic, unaware of the various life that might be an audience to his skills and new way of life.
“Drat,” Bukiss muttered himself as he overstepped an arching root, his short stature not well suited towards traversing the forest with any degree of elegance. His boot sank into the greenery further than expected and sent him careening head first into the soil, his various satchels and bags about his person softening his fall as he found himself face down in the ground. The word 'drat' was repeated a few more times as he tried to gather himself.
I'm sure if any elves are watching they'd have a good laugh at my expense, Bubkiss thought as he pushed himself back up to his feet with the effort of his short cane and a small grunt. He patted himself down and readjusted his tophat which had miraculously not been damaged in the small tumble. His purple garb complimented the greenery of the forest, and he took a moment to look at the root through muddied glasses and shook his fist at it in a joking manner. “I'll never get anywhere with people like you around!” Bubkiss said and laughed at his own expense. I'll have to get better at travelling on my own if I'm going to get anywhere at all, he thought to himself.
He took a moment to take off his glasses and produced a crimson handkerchief and began to clean away the mud that had gathered about them. He made small swirls to give himself a better chance at seeing the next offending bit of tree that might hamper him, and held them up to the sunlight that streamed down from the canopy. He breathed deep of the fresh forest air and looked up as he peered through the glass through squinted brown eyes.
“One of the first things you taught me Master,” he said, and clenched his left hand so that one of his golden rings, set with a small stone of blue, was mustered into effect. The rims of the glasses glowed silver for a moment, and removed all specks of mud about the frame and glass. “There we go, gleaming and good,” he said.
“Can't work with glass if you can't clean it properly, as you rightly said Master,” Bubkiss said to himself as he affixed the glasses back onto his nose. Within his right hand he threw his cane forward, the orb upon it feeling cool to the touch about his small dexterous hands.
The gnome continued on through the undergrowth, taking his time not to repeat the same mistake as before. He used his cane to propel himself forward as his journey began to reveal himself. He had been travelling for a few days now, leaving his home in a great tree some miles away now. But as time passed, he found himself longing for the effects of home. A stove. A bed. A powerful assortment of artifacts that would make his life far less filled with the rough and tumble stuff of travelling.
No, he thought, extinguishing the thought as one might a candle before sleep. I decided to leave that old tree, and there's no turning back. Can't make a name for myself without getting out into the world, much like Master Murk did all those years ago. However many years ago that was, goodness. I've got everything I need, Bubkiss thought to himself and smiled.
His stomach offered a sound which suggested otherwise.
“Lunch it is then. And some practice. Yes, that would be most good. Can't get far without practice, as Master used to say.”
A prang of sadness crept upon Bubkiss' features as he found himself a small spot to have lunch for himself. He found a tree which had a small spot of land that was flat about its roots and sat himself down. As he did so the various pouches about his waist rose up, presenting him with a wealth of options for both lunch and practice.
Bubkiss reached into one of his pouches and produced a small piece of smoked cheese which he immediately began to chew on thoughtfully as his left hand patted his jacket for his pipe. The taste of the cheese made the gnome smile and think that things weren't so bad as he began to load his pipe with some tobacco, his hands a flurry of motion now. The traveller seemed to have all sorts of things within his pouches and bags, but none seemed too heavy or overloaded. His former master had given him a great number of things over the years, and this assortment of travelling gear was the last thing he had been offered. Designed with his small stature in mind, they could hold a great number of things without encumbering one with their weight or size. Bubkiss had been thankful at he had been gifted this, even if he hadn't understood why he had been given such things at the time.
Bubkiss was sat amongst the ivy and moss that grew about the tree he had chosen to sit underneath when he tapped his hat, a typical motion the fellow made when he had a good idea. He set his cane down at once as the thought germinated within him.
“Mirror works, that sounds good! Yes! Got to practice the basics, otherwise the not so great and well known Bubkiss Widewallow will get nowhere.”
The gnome set to work, the thought of food now vanished as he methodically began to load tobacco into his pipe as he pawed about his person for the rest of the equipment he would need for his practice. He clenched the pipe lightly between his teeth as he produced a small black wallet which he flipped open to reveal an assortment of small mirrors that gleamed at him with promise.
“Ah yes,” Bubkiss said to himself with a smile, which made his pipe bob up and down, “the basics. Fine silver and a mind to cast, yes, yes this shall do,” he said to to the tree.
He set the mirrors about himself in a triangle formation in front of his person. His feet were crossed, and two of the mirrors were beside his knees, with the last directly in front of him. He angled them just so, and then fished out a small box of matches from his jacket.
“Hey presto, it's time!” Bubkiss said to himself with pride, and sparked a match from the box with a satisfying scratch. The flame billowed into shape, and the gnome set about applying the flame to his pipe. “One puff, two puff, three puff, more!” Bubkiss said to himself between inhalations, the tobacco took flame and began to produce a satisfying wisp of smoke. He relished the taste, but this was not an idle past time to the gnome.
And now, it begins, Bubkiss thought, as he began to command his will. The mirrors gave out a very faint high pitched whine as the illusionist made his art known in the world to himself. The mirrors glinted with arcane power that emanated out from his person. And as he the magic the gnome possessed began to uncurl into the world, Bubkiss breathed out a jet of smoke at the center just above the three mirrors.
At once the smoke became a violent blood red and seemed as if ink in water, collapsing and rising unto itself as it lingered before the illusionist. Another breath of smoke passed through the gnome's lips, and the smoke began to swirl about itself in a whirlpool, gaining new colours as it did so. The red deepened and separated into pinks and burgundies. Bubkiss breathed another plume of smoke into it, creating a vortex of smoke as his magics did effect it. He spoke a word, and upon the vortex of smoke did a dragon appear, the great wings of the beat flapping about itself in a display of power which playfully gave rise to waves of smoke about itself. It had the green coloration of the forest as it did give defiance about itself.
But the gnome was just beginning. From the mirrors did Bubkiss give rise to another illusion from the mirrors, three knights that rose up from the surface of the mirrors, each bearing shining silver spears as they faced off against the creature within the centre of smoke. A broad smile appeared upon Bubkiss as he worked his art towards his vision. The dragon breathed a gout of ruby flame towards one of the knights, forcing him to cower and retreat back into the mirror which it had risen from. The other two knights threw their spears towards the beast, which Bubkiss compelled to fly upwards a few feet, sending the spears off deep into the forest. They were harmless glints of light, and would dissipate into nothingness soon enough. The dragon looked down and breathed once again, the knights diving out of the way.
Ah, bliss, Bubkiss thought to himself happily as he continued his illusionary play to himself. Travelling's not so bad so long as I can practice, he thought to himself as he thought what next to happen. His eyes and ears were entirely focused upon his magic, unaware of the various life that might be an audience to his skills and new way of life.
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