Scriptures of Meeting

[Nisha]

For the longest time, Nisha had been interested to see what kind of books would be in the central library in the town or city or starting city for her of england. Even outside of the library, Nisha had stood outside for a while and taken in the imaginary smell of old books, dust and that of people reading in these domes of wisdoms. After all, the library looked more like a palace from the outside than an actual library, towers and domes, extensions to the side and... was that a bell up there, hanging inside the bellfry? Maybe it was to hail back all rented books that were overdue? Well, whatever it was it looked grand and then the door. Nisha had taken a minute to look at the huge doors and wondered how she would open them, just to see that they were well oiled as a small person, even tinier than Nisha, pushed the door open without much of a problem. After tilting her head for a second in confusion upon this discovery, since she had liked to feel the weight of entering such a building. Sighing she entered the flimsy light barely felt door and was hit by another onslaught of sensory digital illusion as she saw countless shelves, or at least imagined them, since her view was blocked right away due to a bookshelf. Coughing from all the dust for a second or twenty, she slouched around the shelf and finally stood somewhere where she could see most of the library... ´s main building without annexes.

Coughing, she walked around and wondered how to find anything she was looking for until she found an index. Not wanting to cough on it, she waited for another half minute until her digital lungs were filled and embraced with the dust and she could raspily breath, giving her voice a weirdly sexy undertone. Chuckling for a second, she opened the index and took a swim through all the books around, at least this was quite heavy after page 1510 and got quite damn heavy somewhere around 1510b annex2 branch12. Going back to page 1 she noticed a tiny index of where all category indexes where noted and where they would be. After just a short few minutes, she found scriptures for beginners and intermediary scripts for those of little reading prowess and thought it would be best to start there. Walking toward it, she promptly got lost, crawled on top of a bookshelf for easier navigation and found her way to where she had wanted to go. Soon-ish. Not even bothering anymore with indexes since she wanted to read something before lunch, dinner and midnight had passed, only to find a tome that she could not only read, but had big letters on it, saying something along the lines of how to be a better scribe for the family, yourself and your dog if he likes reading. Well if that wasn´t a find? And it was all hers, or so she thought as she saw another persons hand...

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Mood: Slightly booknoyed
Music: Soothing
Tagged: @0x1dea

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STATUS

A CLICHE CIRCUMSTANCE

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - Comfy Jacket Green Shirt Scribe Tools SKILLS - None Active - Words: 453 Tags: Nisha Notes: --

"I hate being bored..." Oxford sighed as he opened the doors to the library, his jacket immediately getting coated in a fresh wave of dust. He let out a sneeze as he dusted himself off, the dust now coming off his jacket and instead going into his nasal passageways. After another rousing round of sneezing, he realized that some of the patrons were giving him the evil eye, their peace disturbed by the Guardian's fits of involuntary air expulsion. Not wanting to stick around to receive another coating of book dust and glares, Oxford quickly ducked into one of the many aisles of books. To make matters worse, he'd ducked into one of the worse aisles possible: the Romance section. He'd rather be coated in a honey and tied to a tree with an antfarm than even wander through this aisle. "Oh god, fan fiction everywhere." Quickly getting right the hell out of there, he walked down the main aisle, actually paying attention to the genre classifications on each bookshelf this time as he passed them. He passed into an area titled 'Subclass Resources', each crafting class having its own dedicated bookshelf of resources. Being a Scribe, which meant he was capable of doing Scribe things, the Guardian walked down the aisle marked with the appropriate class label, taking a gander at all the books that lined its shelfs. Most of them were about the basics of scribe crafting and beginning research, which was good for Oxford. He'd been slacking off when it came to the 'Making Useful Crap' department, opting instead to just focus on his notebook and make a lot of neato-lookin' notes. Speaking of neato, some of the books had some pretty...interesting titles. Amongst the more interesting ones were How to do Scribe Stuffs, Using Paper for Something Other Than Toilet Paper, The Pen is Mightier than the Starter Longsword, and How to Make Neato-Looking Notes. Read it. Deciding to go back to the basics, he began to look for a book that taught you how to start off with Scribe crafting. Sure, he was level 13, but he only leveled that much just from messing around with maps and books. Hardly anything craftworthy. Placing his finger at the end of the row, he began to walk down the aisle, deciding that whatever book his index stopped on would be the one he would read. Oxford had just made it to the middle of the aisle before he saw a feminine-looking hand reaching up to the book he stopped his finger on. He felt his cheeks blush a little when he saw the slender Fox Tail adventurer standing before him, putting him at a loss for words at the moment.

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[Nisha]

Nisha was also quite speechless, even though she wondered about the blush on the guys face, she had taken this body specifically to escape such scenes and looks and hear she was again, the same happening yet again. The slender body of a fox girl, well, if it tickled interest? Maybe she should have looked for a game with a medusa race, or a quarter medusa would have been fine too, though going by the history, they were still very beautiful. But due to her experience with such matters, she did neither blush nor move all too much. Sighing in her mind, she smiled at the new person, her hand was not moving from the book at all, kind of waiting like a snake to strike and snatch the book, even though she knew that something like that would most likely not be happening. She took a quick glance at him, since it would have been easier if he was one of the people of the land. From his attire, she guessed he was an advanturer and not one of the people of the land, also maybe even one of those rare species of being interesting? But she should not judge too early, actually she had an interesting idea. "Hello there, my name is Nisha. Are you a scribe too? Because I was wondering if I would ever find someone to help me out a little with this?" As she asked, she tilted her head toward the books, or at least the book they were still touching as well as both their hands touching. Her tail wagged once from side to side, as if to show her excitement about the prospect of his help, the ears on top of her head twitching as well, as if they could not believe it or as if they were eagerly awaiting his reply. Her yellow eyes fixed into his and wondering what was going on behind his digitized sight and what he was thinking.

Maybe she had found not only an interesting person, but someone who could help her figure some stuff out as well, ah, just her luck if it was. Also, what the hell was with this situation? She knew about this, also read about it, seen it and heard about it, but it had never happened to her or a real credible source. She liked manga, even the shoujo variety, even though she always felt like the authors and artists of these kind of stories slacked off in favor of a thinly veiled love story blossoming somewhere along the way. It was nothing all too weird to do such, since it was still selling like hotcakes. Now that it had happened, Nisha wondered if it meant something weird that she got to experience something like this in a game. But at least she now knew that there were enough books in here to even overcome her boredom on nights in which she could not sleep due to whatever reason, like her tail bristling at the wind or her just general fear of ghosts and the like. While doing so, she had taken a gander at the next books over, but with titles like: 'Inkish Crocodile dreams, even for you.' or the so called and advertised masterpiece 'How to write Words or how to Sentence.' Seems like this book was the only one that seemed even remotely interesting in the near vicinity though.

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Mood: Expectant
Music: Sunny side up
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IS THIS AN EVENT FLAG?

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Come on, Ox. Just calm down, you've talked to pretty girls before. Hell, you even had one sitting in your lap for crying out loud. He tried to calm himself down, forcing the feeling of blood rushing to his cheeks to go back to its normal path of circulation. She's just a fellow scribe getting some information, that's all. Don't make a big fuss out of it. Realizing that their hands were still touching didn't do much to help the Guardian calm down. He forced down another blush surge as the Fox Tail simply stared at him, then surprised him when she began to introduce herself. My god, this whole scene is actually playing out like one of those romance simulation games... How should Oxford respond? Option 1: "No, I'm just looking for some good reading material." Pfffft. As if. No one other than a Scribe would be crazy enough to read a book on writing books. Option 2: "Do you have a map? I get lost just looking into your eyes." NO. NO NO NO NO NO. YOU RECEIVE BAD END. Option 3: The usual Oxford response. Clearing his throat before responding, Oxford nodded towards the Samurai as he gave her a grin. "Nice to meet you. The name's Oxford, and yes, I'm a Scribe as well." He would've offered her his hand to perform the standard socialization ritual of handshaking, but currently, it was underneath the palm of the young woman standing before him. Is she still holding it there on purpose? Is this some sort of intimidation technique to get me to hand over the book? Deciding that she would benefit more from the book, he went ahead and removed his hand from its spine, allowing the Fox Tail to snatch it off the shelf if she so desired. "Sure, I don't mind helping you out. I've been out of the loop lately, so teaching would help me reconfirm a couple of things about crafting." He couldn't help but feel like the fox girl's prey as her tail flicked behind her. Scanning the shelves, he went ahead and grabbed a couple of books, knowing that the best way for a Scribe to level up was to simply copy maps and documents. It didn't matter what the content was about, as long as it had words and stuff to copy. He went ahead and grabbed the copy of How to Make Neato-Looking Notes, thinking maybe he could skim through it to see if he missed anything. Hefting his stack of books with ease, he carried them over to a table and set them down with a loud THUD. The Guardian was greeted with a round of shushing from somewhere in the room. He looked back at the Samurai, patting the seat next to him whenever she finally looked his way.

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[Scoria]

The rather tall bookshelves made for rather good sleeping places, actually. In fact, Scoria, with a book over his face had been sleeping on top of the shelf. Alraune was off playing with Caer, he bet, and he had decided he didn't really feel like holing himself up in the workshop and researching more things. What he had decided to do instead was go to the library and investigate some things, but that had somehow ended up with him on top of a bookshelf, napping quietly. After the glaring death stare he gave anyone who tried to tell him off, he was left in peace, right up until a familiar voice woke him up from his reverie. Something about fan fiction? That was kind of rude.

While Oxford skedadled out like the floor was lava, Scoria rolled right back down and off the shelf, landing softly with his borrowed book back in his hands. Glancing across the shelf, he found the missing spot for the title and pushed it back into its spot. Once The Notebook was firmly replaced, the scribe moved to follow Oxford and eventually ended up in the aisle opposite to Nisha and Ox. He had the feeling he knew that other voice from somewhere, but it clearly wasn't important, seeing as a shoujo-esqe scene was playing out right in front of him. Well, while the two were flirting and dancing around each other, Scoria decided to do the only thing he could do. He utilized the fact that the shelves went through all the way and shifted a few books around, then waited for the opportune moment and...

There it was. The moment Oxford removed his hand from the book's spine, Scoria took hold of it through the bookshelf on the other side and pulled it with considerable force, yoinking it from anyone who was unsuspecting of assholes in the library community. Anyone who knew Scoria knew that he was the biggest troll around and if two scribes were both fighting over some book, maybe it was... Scoria's face turned into one of repulsion. Oh god, this thing. Nonononono. After flipping quickly through it in about 10 seconds just to be sure, he slid it right back through the shelves and let out a huff. Yeah, that book was dumb. He wasn't having any of that. No bueno.

Although he suspected that both Oxford and Nisha were about to have some 'no bueno' words in regards to him in a few seconds. Oh well. His glaring expression was set firmly on his face as always and the courtesan nature of the adventurer meant that his presence had just that much more oomph.

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[Nisha]

Nisha did not even notice the book vanishing right there and then, being pulled to the other side, so hard it would most likely leave scratch marks, maybe one of those back to the future fire trails the car left after reaching 88mph and being hit by lightning while trying to change the past so that doc would not die by the hands and guns by the armenians? Would be funny if that started a century fire that would burn down all these digitally stored informations, though it made you wonder if these things could even burn, seeing as they were digital, but everything was so damn real in this world, after all, she had felt the touch of Oxfords fingers, she had felt in battle and had also felt that books back before she had come to midn something else. But as said, Nisha was fixated on Oxford, as he had introduced himself as, an interestingly normal name for a game, still she had not met any XxspambotxX, but then again until further notice, he could still be named that and he just said that his name was something else. Wondering about spambots, she also came to wonder if any hunting bots and such would still do their thing even now after being shut away from their masters, if they would still farm and hutn and make huge amounts of items while following the code that had been entrusted to them, untiring and even if dying always going back to the tasks they were given, focusing back on reality, she felt like she had missed something happening, but did not take heed of that feeling. Her tail flicked once again, brushing against the shelf, making her aware of it and it looked more like she was ready to pounce at Oxford any second now, her ears even twitched a little as if waiting for some kind of sound to happen. But as he went on, she became less focused on it and was just thankful about it, since the aplocalypse everyone had been on their toes a little more and aside from guilds it was hard to forge bonds without problems. Nisha did not grab the book to read or otherwise peruse it, even as it slid back to where it had been and just looked as Oxford put all the different books on his arm and went to sit at a table, silently chuckling as he was reprimanded by stares and hasty whispers and shushes. It was nice to know that there were helpful people around that would even help someone who did not know right from left and only few who would steal stuff below peoples hands as she had witnessed quite some times, either taking the last strike to kill something and get the reward or getting the praise for something someone else had done, like quest nabbing and then kicking a player off the party to get the full rewards. Ah, it was a cruel and yet beautiful world, was it not with how players could also dole out sentences by themself, so far they were not limited anywhere but inside the city while doing so, making her wonder if that would ever change? Letting her hand fall from the place she had been holding it for some time now, feeling that weird sensation of relaxing something that had been held something in a certain position for a while, making her arm feel a little wobbly. She walked over to the table and wondered where to sit. Just to see that he patted beside him, maybe to keep the other people from nagging all too much?

So that they could quietly talk? Nisha had never much cared about such conventions, such as quiet and silence in the library or taking care of books, as evident of her crawling on top of a shelf. But since he was nice enough to teach her, she might just indulge the people in the library about it and be silent, or at least quiet. She sat right down on the chair he had patted and slid closer so it would be easier for her to hear. Due to her ears being higher up than normal, the height thing was at least not a problem for her. But there was much to ask and so as soon as she sat, she opened her mouth and talked to him in a hushed voice, kind of ignoring the huge pile of books he had put on the table for now, being sure they would ve quite a bit of work to plough through, since she always learned better direct from a source. "Thanks for helping me. Really nice of you, I really don´t know how to start, so whatever you teach me would be awesome." Nisha smiled at him and her tail wagged again, this time with excitement and got into a hypnotic rhythm as it did. "So, I heard that people can research new stuff, right? Did you research anything yet? Just wondering since I wondered about something most other games have. You know spell scrolls? these things you can use to store spells of other classes inside? Or how about a printing press, maybe to mass produce whatever we do? Though I guess we would need help from other classes for that. But would it not help out quite a bit?" Many more ideas swam around in her head, but those were the preeminent ones, it really was weird, nearly any game with magic had scrolls for magic with which you could either use spells permanently or stored custom magic to use whenever needed. Also a printing press sounded impressive if it would work, even more so if tehy would be able to create mass produced wares that way and maybe make a profit out of whatever they manufactured beforehand.

Words: 981
Mood: 'wagging tail'
Music: Brain storm
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So Many Questions, Not Enough Answers

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - Comfy Jacket Green Shirt Scribe Tools SKILLS - None Active - Words: 635 Tags: Nisha Scoria Notes: --

Oxford could help but feel an overwhelming presence of mischief and tom-trollery emanating from somewhere in the room, but he couldn't place his finger on where it was coming from. Maybe that magical mysterious force/person that yanked the book out from the other side of the shelf. He probably would've gone and checked that out, but first he had to deal with the volley of questions that were launched his way. The first couple of questions dealt were things about research, something Oxford had attempted to do once before, but never really finished. "Yes, people can perform research for new items. As for the research, I've been trying to make a quill that cuts ink consumption in half so you conserve more of your materials, but I've never really continued after putting it on hold." And also because it's really lame and boring and not as exciting as crafting custom grimoires... The fox tail then went on to mention things about spell scrolls and printing presses, both of them being really good ideas, but probably requiring higher levels to achieve satisfactory results. Mass production of grimoires could very well turn into a profitable business. Then again, with some of these adventurers, giving them a fire-based grimoire text would be equivalent to giving a kid a box of matches and saying "Now don't you burn anything". As he listened to this enthusiastic aspiring Scribe, he suddenly realized that he didn't have any super cool ideas to research. He pulled a scrap piece of parchment and quickly scribbled down a couple ideas that might seem useful. Magic quill pens that automatically convert your thoughts into pictures or text when held against a piece of paper. Quills that can write words in the air. Parchment that can fold more than seven times. An interactive pad of magic paper. Sticky notes. Eurgh, nothing good comes to mind... He crumpled up the sheet of paper and tucked it away in his inventory. He probably would've thrown the darn thing on the floor next to him had his subclass had been something other than Scribe. Paper was the main material that drove the Scribe crafting/research business, the ink being the blood that flowed through its veins. Plus, this was a world of magic, where nearly anything could be accomplished through this mysterious force, guarenteed you had enough mana fragments to power the figments of your imagination. Not feeling inspired enough to think of any good ideas, Oxford excused himself from the table for a moment to go see if there were any good resources that talked about research and how to think up of creative knick-knacks to craft. "I'll be back in a sec. I need to go grab a couple more books that would probably be helpful for us." He scooted back in his chair, the wooden frame making a loud noise as it scraped against the floor. More shushing from the other patrons. He scooted it around a couple more times, purposely making the noise again just to annoy them. As if I really care about your unnecessary habits of shushing people, you dolts. This time, he walked around to the other side of the bookshelf. Half of the reason was to see if there were any other Scribe books on the other side, the other was trying to figure out what had caused the book to get yanked out of the shelf. Rounding the corner, he saw...nothing. Had the perpetrator already left, or were they hiding out of sight somewhere? Whatever the reason, Oxford scanned the shelves pulling out one book titled The Science of Scribes and another called The Art of War. Yes, the last book had nothing to do about about Scribe research. Oxford just likes to read tactical history novels for fun (don't be judgin' now).

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[Scoria]

Hey, there wasn't anything wrong with reading things you liked. So long as @0x1dea didn't somehow magically figure out that Scoria had been reading The Notebook. Well, The Science of Scribes was a solid book if you were into that sort of stuff. Scoria kind of winged it and found things out on his own as he researched, but he wasn't researching now. At the moment, he was trolling Oxford. As the guardian had gone and moved up to go get some books, Scoria had neatly went around the other side of the bookshelf and done what any good troll would do. He quietly sat down in Oxford's seat, giving Nisha a fraction of a head-tilt as recognition, then proceeded to quietly scoot his chair in and look busy.

He was actually busy though. This particular Scribe had an interest in creating something to utilize the basic Adventurer skills. Namely, things like Call of Home and Telepathy. Scoria, being the almost friendless Ice Bitch that he was, thought it might be convenient to somehow be able to telepathically communicate with people outside your friends list temporarily. He'd probably make it function similarly to the Heart's Compass he had thought about so long ago. Call of Home was extremely simple. He just wanted it for Landers who couldn't get out of nasty situations themselves. Coughangecough. The Scribe, if he were to be absolutely honest, had over 40 more ideas that he wanted to work on. He had completed his main research goal for now and had submitted it for peer review, the 'Full Gaia Map'. Other stuff was less important. Maybe a binder for cards. Maybe just basic ofuda. Anything could work.

The main point of all of this was casually turning around in his seat and glancing at Oxford, who would no doubt be returning shortly. The glaring druid would raise a singular eyebrow as if to ask whether the guardian had some sort of problem with his seat being stolen. There was little doubt in Scoria's mind that the guardian would have a problem with it, but what was he going to do? Start a fight in the middle of the library? That said, perhaps it was time to speak more than two or three words in front of Nisha. "Researching anything specific?" Okay that was a good start. Three whole words. That was so much better than 'no'. Still, outside of his workshop, the druid was a little out of his element. Where were the mixing tools, the pans, the fibers to work with? Oh no... Maybe Nisha and Oxford weren't hands-on kind of people at all. Maybe they were...

Theorists.

Scoria would have let out a dramatic gasp if he was a 14 year old schoolgirl. He wasn't. Instead he just glared and, having successfully annoyed Oxford momentarily, decided to move. Across the table. Oxford could have his seat back, Scoria had just been obnoxious for no good reason.

[Nisha]

So it was possible, huh? Actually it seemed like the possibilities were endless now. Because if it was just her level that was holding her back, sheesh, she would have a field day of training it then, bringing it up so she could do whatever the hell she could think of and there were many types of things she had already thought of and even had come around to think of how to do some things. There were the basics, the useful and the advanced stuff she had thought off, but many of the useful things needed intermediary items to make them work. And now that she knew that basically everything could be researched and or build. Just thinking about it made her slightly dizzy, where was the end in a world that had magic? Was the even an end? In the real world physics and what not would hold everyone back, but here there were spells for any type of mind bending situation and thing to accomplish, so using them and research would end up creating miracles of proportions and sizes that were unfathomable to her. Beyond any of her expectations and idea actually, but she shoudl start with the basics to make some easy stuff that had bothered her why it had not been applied to anything yet.

She looked up and saw that oxford was still getting books from everywhere in the library and that scoria, an adventurer she had come to know on an adventurer was also in here. And apparently he and oxford knew each other from how he behaved, Nisha just watched, since that would be more enjoyable than to interfere or ask something. Since Nisha had sat down pretty close to Oxford before, now that Scoria sat down beside her, she saw that she was quite tiny in comparison to him, but did not mind all that much, she knew that he was quite icy to people, but from what she had seen and heard, even if little, had given her the impression, that he was one of those hard boiled people who just were either too shy to speak up or never found the right words at the right situation or with the right people. It was sighworthy, but instead she smiled up to his face and wondered how ox and he knew each other, either rivals or friends from the look, but maybe she shoudl wait to see how oxfod reacted. At the question posed to her, Nisha´s ears twitched and she decided to go for some basic things, nothing like the printing press, because she kind of understood that she would need some more time, level and a friendly blacksmith at her side to coem up for that design.

"Hmm I guess a pokedex like thing and a protection grimoire or paper talisman. You see if you change some of the mystic words in the grimoire it shoudl practically not shoot out a damaging bolt but an impulse that counters or at least slows attacks incoming. As for the pokedex, it would be more of a helpful tool for scouts and meeting new enemies, taking a map or something which can react to the surroundings, one could create it so that the whole bestiary is saved in it and instead of only showing the area it would also show what monsters are roaming around, what level and what kind of weaknesses. Easier than opening up the menu and looking through it all the time and if it works like I think it could basically replaxe the minimap. Maybe with a little twist, we could make it show players too, maybe even with stats and class and such, tho I don´t know how that would work, but I am open for advice and lecture, I guess you are a scribe too." Nisha had spoken in normal voice, since she did not want to repeat it in front of oxford again and leaned forward to look into whatever faces were hushing her and grinned at them until they pulled back into their books, embarassed or mad, Nisha did not really care. In a lower voice, she asked: "What do you think, also do you have any good ideas? How have you been since the quest, Scoria?" Seeing him climb over the table opening up the seat back for oxford, Nisha decided that it would be stupid for them to sit against each other and stepped on the table, sitting down and leaning on her hands that were resting on her knees. Leaving enough place for scoria and oxford to see each other and for all the books on the table that were high enough now that they blocked out some of the shushing people.

Nisha grinned at the book wall and wondered how they would ever go through these or if they would even open one of them and just do some stuff, maybe try something out, seeing as they were in a library, there were bound to be enough materials to actually experiment quite some, like with the little paper she had in front of her where she copied some stuff out of her grimoire, some weird looking symbols and such that meant attacking and magical bolt and what not and wondered if it would be enough to just flip them over to create a repelling pulse or maybe even a shield. It would be pretty awesome it both would work and if tehy could exapnd on it, making it a real grimoire that could actually cast spells and not just basic things like a magical bolt or a shield. How awesome would it be if they could summon stuff out of grimoires, ah, she already pitied the magical classes if it would work, they would still be specialists, but everyone would be able to do the basic things they could do too then. But then again, maybe they could even find ways for them to get an edge, maybe reducing mana usage or them being able to fortify or amplify their spells? Nisha´s tail was now wagging in a fast paced rhythm over the edge of the table and whirled up some dust, while her face looked as if in deep thought. Her hand writing even though boosted from her being a scribe was still far from perfect and even though she did not mind too much, who knew maybe she would blow up the library because of a wrong sign or something.

Would be interesting if the paper would catch fire or something else from Nisha just scribbling stuff on it and prove that by just rewriting characters it would prove to be changable. Maybe it would even hail people writing stuff on other things, such as... but that was still far in the future if it would even work at all, maybe she should concentrate more on her writing, but she wondered how she would tell a paper which side was up and down, maybe she should do it like she had read in some ancient books, where they had marked up and down as well as the sides with different animals or signs, kind of like a map. Her pen was crawling all over the paper while she waited for them to talk up again and drew all kinds of symbols, but she would wait for their input before trying to reverse it, maybe they had tried with an adverse effect and they knew everything would start burning or whatever, the thought made Nisha feel weirdly curious and she drew a dragon-ish creature at the side from one that could be a turtle or something else with a pattern on it´s back. No, Nisha was no artist.

Words: 1290
Mood: Experimental
Music: Some sad stuff to contain myself from writing more weird stuff
Tags: Scoria @0x1dea
Skills: None

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Oxford Does a Thing

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - W.A. Longsword (1H) W.A. Tower Shield W.A. Plate Armor SKILLS - None Active - Words: 469 Tags: Nisha Scoria Notes: --

As he rounded the bookshelf with his books in tow, he was simultaneously surprised yet not surprised to see leering form of Scoria taking his place at the table. Like last time, he dropped his books onto the table with a resounding THUD as he greeted the Cleric Druid. "Why, hello to you, too." The combination of book thudding and talking was enough to bring about another chorus of shushing from the cantankerous group of library patrons. You would think they would've learned by now that shushing the improvisational scribe study group had about as much success as playing leapfrog with unicorns. To help illustrate his apathy towards their shushing efforts, Oxford picked up one of the stacks of books and let each one drop to the table with a loud noise. An open taunt to anyone who dared to get in the way of the trio's research efforts. After causing enough commotion and seeing that the current seating arrangement had descended into anarchy, Oxford took his chair and flipped it around while he leaned against its backrest. He flipped through a couple pages of the scribe research book as he listened to the other two talk about their ideas for stuff to make. Closing the book, he pulled out his handy-dandy notebook and began to jot down some more ideas for research. Okay, so doodling wasn't considered as a form of writing. Sue me. Getting tired of thinking about making stuff and instead wanting to actually make stuff, Oxford cleared off an area and set up his materials. Parchment, inks, assorted quill pens and a couple of leftover mana fragments just for the hell of it. Starting with the basics, he went ahead and crafted up some of the basic Scribe recipe items: Parchment Paper, a new Quill Pen, and some Magic Ink. Oxford set the parchment and the ink to the side for now, twirling his new quill around in his fingers as Nisha did cute Fox Tail things on the tabletop and as Scoria glared and listened to said Fox Tail. For reasons unknown, Oxford lost his grip on the quill pen, the tip of it stabbing into one of the mana fragments he had lying around. As the Half-Alv pulled the small chunk of crystallized magic off its tip, he noticed that the pen part glowed an unusual blue color. Did Oxford do a thing? Curious to see if the new quill had any special attributes, he dipped it in one of his bottles of Magic Ink and made a quick doodle of a smiley face. No sooner had he finished drawing it, it popped off the paper's surface, floating a couple inches in the air before disappearing with a poof. Maybe the effect would be different if he had a magical type of paper? For the time being, Ox was having too much fun drawing various little shapes and faces, watching them float around in the air before disappearing. Research Item No. 1 Sorcerer's Quill Materials Required: 1 Quill Pen, 1 Mana Fragment Posts Required: 1 Like the name says, the Sorcerer's Quill is a special quill used by many in the magic business. It's unique abilities and magical properties makes it an ideal tool for magicians and mages interested in devising new spells or curses.

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[Scoria]

Nisha's ideas were... well, they were good. They contributed to the overall good and expanded the horizons of many players, but Scoria was quietly worried that she might be overreaching. Worlds had a way of rebalancing themselves, and if the power of Scribes got to be too high because the three people gathered here decided to make something fairly crazy or powerful, then things might end up pretty badly for Scribes in general. Alchemists had a similar problem. Stuff like players was definitely never going to happen. If you had an item like a true Marauder's Map, then there would be ethical concerns. After all, in Elder Tale, when you researched something, it was available to everyone. And anyone could abuse it. As he nodded at Oxford who had taken himself a backwards seat, Scoria said as much. "The world itself will forcibly balance and deny things that break the equilibrium. Your ideas are... interesting, but the world itself will not allow you to invalidate the usefulness of a class, even to the point of simply mirroring a specific skill. Care is to be taken." What ideas had Scoria had...? Well... He had researched a fair number of things and in fact had the habit of keeping his prototypes on him.

As such, he pulled out his Magician's Paper and spread the paper out on the table, facing it towards Nisha. It seemed fairly normal, but a tap on the corner and a slide of his fingers had words shooting through the 'screen' of the paper rapidly. Things like ofuda, ideas for spellsword stuff, lots of dungeon ideas, blueprints ideas, advances to grimoires, special binders, quills, and contracts, and so on. The words flashed down through the Magician's Paper rapidly, leaving no time to get more than a few words from the scrolling paragraphs until they all vanished. End of document. Scoria then swiped his finger to the side and repeated the process again before pushing his hand across the surface of the paper and wiping it clean. It was his invention, of course he knew how to abuse it. The paper itself spawned large, clearly legible words for Nisha and Oxford to read. "I think so. I'll grab a prototype." Was he showing off? Maybe just a little. Anyway, the way Scoria researched things was clearly a little different from how Oxford or Nisha did. He pulled out a bottle of Invisible Ink and set it down in front of Oxford and Nisha before 'borrowing' Oxford's new magic quill pen thingy. Borrowing this, read the magician's paper. Which he was, as stared intently at the quill and turned his hands at some invisible substance. Still, he was also making sure that no one was going to jack his 'notebook' and look through his ideas without permission.

It was like he was rotating some sort of dial or sphere in his hands as he looked at the quill, eyes glazed over as he turned some invisible object around and continued to look at the quill. For Scoria, everything that had to do with scribing was all about parameters and functions and methods and he treated a great deal of it partially like it was programming. He also treated a great deal of it like simple synthesis from nature, which is how he elementally attuned some of the stuff he made. Like the invisible ink that he had pulled out. At any rate, Scoria was rotating the object about in his hands before pulling a pan out of his back. Where had he even been keeping that? Well, it didn't really matter as he promptly dumped half the bottle of Invisible Ink and the Sorc Quill straight into the pan, throwing in another mana fragment as well. The druid stared hard at the quill that was now soaking before swishing the pan around, feeding it a strong burst of mana with one hand and rotating his way through some sort of invisible interface or menu wit the other. Counting under his breath, the druid finally went ahead and pulled out his own quill pen, drawing across the surface of the inky mixture in smooth lines. He looked more like an alchemist than a scribe in that moment, but the creation of spell circles was something that came naturally to him. Perhaps because he spent a massive amount of time altering the way the interface interacted with the world and that scribes themselves were a special type of crafting class. Scribes, being what they were, interacted with the world itself. They manipulated the connection between what was reality and what was game, and Scoria himself had taken every measure to do just that in attempting to create his Half-Gaia and Full-Gaia Map.

As a result, he was taking the basic circle he threw onto other stuff and just adding in light parameters across the surface of the ink before doing something pretty ridiculous. He put his hand over the pan and cast Cure Bloom on the liquid, then tapped his fingers across the spell circle that he had been drawing. Of course, the circle itself was completely invisible, as he couldn't exactly draw on water, but he tapped it nonetheless and poured mana into it. The invisible circle turned visible for a brief moment and the druid nodded, dumping all the liquid back inside his Invisible Ink bottle and pulling the quill up. Pouring mana into the writing implement, the druid watched it seemingly perk up, the feather repelling the ink that had coated it before and the entire thing taking on a slightly shiny, lacquered look. Nodding to himself, he dipped the quill into the Invisible Ink and began to write. Not on the table or on his parchment, but in the space between the three scribes. The glaring druid wrote his message backwards so it would be 'normal' for his two new comrades. How's this? A clean, crisp font that was clearly legible floated there, glowing softly.

Passing off the Invisible Ink and altered quill to Oxford for him to mess around with, Scoria touched the edge of the floating writing and poured some mana into it again, watching it glow brighter than before. Probably the result of using his Invisible Ink. Sweeping his hand through the message, the floating ink collapsed into dust a moment later. That was... interesting and somewhat new. Although it seemed like Scoria had been manipulating the quill itself, he had actually been messing with the ink. He just wanted to test the compatibility with a parent element first, to prevent any unfortunate mishaps. He couldn't afford to be blowing things up so early in the day.

Sorcerer's Ink
Materials Required: 1 Sorcerer's Quill, 1 Mana Fragment, 1 Invisible Ink
Posts Required: 1
Well, not everyone in the magic business is interested in the right and proper path. This ink takes some of the properties of its parent elements and combines them, creating an ink substance that can be used to write on air itself. Like Invisible Ink before it, it can come in the form of a paint can, spray paint, regular ink, or whatever else. You can write on almost any surface with this, but a strong gust or errant hand will wipe all that way. Messages won't stay for long free-floating in harsh currents. Adding mana into the floating message causes it to glow more brightly. The quill is not consumed.

[Nisha]

Nisha was not really sure what had happened in the span of a few half minutes now, but apparently both Oxford and scoria had just gone and done something and created something new, just like that, no special something, no mumbo jumbo on ox´s side at least, but just an accident or so it looked like as the pen had just landed in some weird looking, but definitely magic thingy majig and now he was doing all kinds of cool stuff with it. The next thing Nisha saw was that scoria had gone and taken the quill and was adding mana to ink and doing some other stuff with it. But he seemed much higher than the both of Nisha and Oxford anyway when it came to research, just like with his funny paper on which he kind of scrolled through text he pushed in and out of screen as if he had prewritten all of it. Nisha did not much care for what was written as ideas, sicne she had her own, but she did wonder about what he had said. Balancing itself out? Well, that was an interesting thought, but then again it was more of a challenge to Nisha´s ears. In the end, what he had said was that she would not be able to take away anyone´s job or class with whatever she did, or do anything too random, the world would flatten itself out. But then again it was a computer game so there had to be some restrictions, even if there was magic and all that stuff around. It was produced and done by humans so there was the first and most basic of restrictions right there. But still, the end should be open ended and Nisha would go until she reached the end. Well, not that she of a high enough level for anything of her actions to break the world apart into two or lower the scribes power by being overpowered or researching overpowered things. But since she was at the most basic of basics, maybe she should do something else instead. Putting aside her scribbles for now, she unequipped her shoes and stood up on the table.

Making sure not to kick the heap of books on Ox and create the first book flooding of the world, she walked over to a cupboard placed at the end of the hall. Jumping down from the table into the dust did not seem like such a good idea in socks, so she equipped her shoes back on real quick here and would unequip them once she was on the table again. Opening the cupboard, she saw what she had expected, spare materials, some pristine and quite new and some were half broken pens and quills, scribbled on paper and torn pieces of parchment, shaking her head at the vandalism, Nisha took some basic materials, just the usual stuff one would need for all kinds of things and got back with her arms full, setting it down on the chair where she had sat before and took to sitting on the table once more. Thinking about it, she was unsure it she had even seen a basic concept of this, even though it was in the description for teh class actually. Contracts. There was much game breaking and rebalance worthy potential here if you did not look out, but if it was a fifty fifty contract it should be following the rules, even though people might actually see the worth of things differently than the game, but Nisha hoped that the game would not be too insulted by the players will and values. Well, if she did it, she should definitely do it right and use her most finest of writing. Nisha put her quill on the paper and began writing up something, just a simple sentence:

'_____ asks _____ to do _____ in exchange for _____'
'If this contract is not fulfilled a tiny amount of HP has to <br>be paid from whoever does not meet the requirements'
'Witness: Nisha - Contractor: _____ - Contractee: _____'

Maybe because she had used magic ink it began glowing as soon as she finished it, she also inserted her name into the witness field, since she thought it would be better for her to see it in action first instead of using it right away. Seeing that there were three people here was very good as well, someone to write the contract and be the witness, someone else who would be the contractor and one who would be the one who did what was asked for in exchange for something, since it was a basic contract it had to be the same amount of input and could only be one action, since everything more would be most likely blasphemy or far above what she actually could do. Since she had no idea what kind of thing to put down and had an idea that ox or scoria had a better, funnier or interesting idea, she just put the contract between the two of them, whistled while trying to seem as not suspicious and reversely be very suspicious and wondered if they would take the bait or if they would even do something with it. If not, she would have to go look for some other willing sacrifices... test people around, but with all the lander and player around, she should not have that much of a trouble with it. The last thing Nisha wondered before getting back to her scribbling was how to create higher contracts with maybe askew values, so that one side would have to pay less or maybe even have to permanently do something in exchange for something else. Nisha also kind of knew that the contract was weirdly phrased, but maybe she would come up with a better text for now, and seeing as everyone here had full health, losing a tiny amount of it would not be that much of a deal if they would not fulfill it, maybe that was something that could be changed too. Nisha now kind of understood why no one had tried their hands on this yet, seeing how many variables there were.

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Mood: Excited
Tags: @0x1dea Scoria
Music: Unsure if kyubee´s theme would have fit better

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Farts and Crafts

HP: 100% MP: 100% - EQUIPMENT - Comfy Jacket Green Shirt Scribe Tools SKILLS - None Active - Words: 462 Tags: Nisha Scoria Notes: --

Oxford eagerly accepted his newly crafted quill and Scoria's magical floating ink from the glaring Scribe, ideas popping into his head as he felt himself get bitten by the crafting bug. Also, the temptation to write 'BUTTS' and watch it float around was surprisingly overwhelming. He held back on that childish prank, instead trying to focus on his getting another one of his ideas crafted before it escaped him. First things first, he crafted a couple sheets of the oh-so-sexy Magician's Paper that Scoria had shown off earlier. After having the necessary items, he played around with the sheet, writing various words on it to see what would happen. Surprisingly, nothing. The letters were firmly stuck to the enchanted parchment like red on an apple. However, when he tapped it with the Sorcerer's Quill, the words followed the quill when it was held to the page. Move it to the left. Zoom. Move it to the right. Vroom. Double tap that word. FWOOF. The majestic word of 'BUTTS' sailed to the heavens, enlightening all with its holy presence. Oxford swiped the word out of the air before everyone suddenly stood from their seats and sang its praises. Hopefully, the other two didn't see that blunder of his. Nisha was walking towards the supply cupboard, and Scoria was glaring as per usual. He probably saw it. Scoria sees everything. Sitting back down, he crafted two of the Unfounded Kingdom maps and grabbed one of the mixing pans that Nisha had brought over along with a whole bunch of other Scribe necessities. "Hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna borrow this for a second." He placed the map on top of the Magician's Paper, and then placed it into the pan, pouring some of the newly devised ink into it to allow the fibers to soak for easier bonding. Using the Sorcerer's Quill, he pressed down on the fibers five times, four for the corners and once in the middle. Every time the quill touched the papers, a small bluish glow of magical energy would spread throughout the papers, the fusing process taking effect. Grabbing another spare pan, he set the fused product sit in there to dry as he repeated the process with the other papers. After letting them sit for a bit, he had himself a pair of magically-linked interactive maps. Sorcerer's Cartograph Materials Needed: 1 Magician's Paper, 1 Unfounded Kingdom Map, 1 Sorcerer's Ink, 1 Sorcerer's Quill An enchanted piece of parchment that provides a way for cartographers to keep all of there map data in one place. Due to the properties of the Magician's Paper, multiple maps can be stored on a single sheet. The level of the finished product determines how many maps one is able to store in it (Item level x 2). Gonna have to field test these babies one day. Oxford set his new goodies to the side, sort of like an open invitation to the other two Scribes to check them out if they wished to do so. Meanwhile, the Guardian/Scribe was going to take a look at that contract Nisha had suddenly plonked down between him and the Druid. Unless, of course, the surly Druid had already snatched the thing.

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[Scoria]

Nisha was being a weirdo again. Good for her, but Scoria was more interested in the contract she had written. It was, from the druid's perspective, one of the most dangerous things he had seen to date. Sure, 'minor hp loss' didn't mean a whole lot, but it was abusable and it led the way for more abusable things. If he was going to do more contracts like Lunar Illusion and the like, he was most certainly also going to have to create a way to make sure people weren't forced into contracts. That, and the terms of this contract were very open ended. Scoria didn't like it, nor did he like how easy it was, but whatever the case might have been, he was going to improve on it properly later. Well anyway, if they were going to test things, Scoria neatly scribbled his name into the 'contractee' spot and altered it so that Scoria would pay Oxford one gold for Oxford's testing of Scoria's latest design. Done and done.

And everything would go just fine, or so Scoria thought. Right up until he saw Oxford fiddling with maps. Scoria had no problem lending the other scribe any of his materials for the venture, but... Scoria squinted and squinted until his squints were all out of power, right up until he was running on emergency glare power. Probably a good thing that never ran out. Scoria's main problem was that this was... suspiciously similar to his own map research. No, suspicious wasn't the right word. The right word was probably something more like 'coincidentally and unfortunately', considering that he trusted Oxford not to be magically knowing what was in his brain. Anyway the appropriate thing to do at this point was to not be a jackass and tell Oxford and, coincidentally, Nisha, all that Scoria had researched so far. So here went that. Taking one of his Magician's Papers forward, he let the 'current research' show itself. What followed inside the spoiler was more of a 'summary' of what was written down and not a literal quote. Literal quotes will be in actual quotes. Whatever that meant.

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{Research So Far}

Of course, Magician's Paper. And Magic Reloader. Magic Reloader was essentially a really slow way of magically reloading stuff into ranged weapons. That was its function. It was good for siege weapons of some kind and really inconvenient to reload weapons, like harpoons inside canes. Reaaaaal serious stuff for that first claim.

The third piece of research was basically this. Lunar Illusion, an upgrade to Magic Reloader.

Lunar Illusion, like its predecessor, is a template contract that can become attached to a singular weapon. As before, the weapon and contract are linked by scribed spell circles that relate to ID values and requires 2 signatures. By applying this contract, the contracted weapon can automatically reload her ranged weapon with ammunition made of mana. The ammo is functionally identical, except for how it glows dimly of a color of your choice, mana cost increases with ammo size, and drains MP as long as the fired projectile is not dismissed. By combining the magic properties of the grimoire and the Magician's Reloader together, the range and reload speed limits are removed. A stronger contract decreases the maintenance of projectiles on the field and slightly increase the range of the weapon beyond its normal properties. In return for the contract, the weapon becomes locked to the user and cannot be traded away. The entire contract can be negated by signing the release line at the bottom, writing 'Void' across the contract, and ripping it into four pieces. Doing so destroys the contract. In order to use this contract, the weapon must be specified and the contract is locked to the weapon. Because of the nature of this contract, proficiency in this weapon requires the user be proficient in magitech or grimoires, as well as the enchanted weapon.

And what that basically meant was that it replaced ammunition with magical construct replicas for firing things that were hard to reload or you lacked ammunition for. So you know. More siege weapons. Or harpoons. At higher levels, it'd be a pretty quick reload of some kind. Right now, it was still pretty dumb and slow.

The next three pieces of research were fairly straightforward. The Half-Gaia Map was the one that bore a striking resemblance to Oxford's own research, except that Ox's seemed to allow 2 scribes to collaborate while Scoria's seemed to collect all data into one easily accessible map. Nothing too special there.

This map of the whole world offers some special features. First, a compass in the corner that will always point north, as well as pointing out where north is on the map itself. Second, the map is dynamic and can be zoomed out or in and have its content moved across the map 'pane', allowing one to write in very small notes or get a cohesive view. Finally, this map automatically updates in relation to the user's minimap, not requiring the user to press their quill to it. To view or interact with the map, a nominal amount of mana is required. It features some downsides and limitations, of course. The map will not update if the user does not own an area map. No "UFK - London Map" means this map won't update for the 'London Area'. This naturally includes dungeons within the area of any given map. And of course, the map does not reveal any area that a normal map would not reveal. It simply acts as a way to pull every map into a single, easy to use map with space for the whole world's maps.

For some reason, he had turned 'Unfounded Kingdom Map' into UFK as an acronym. He knew it made no sense. Whatever. It basically used Magician's Paper's scaling abilities and dynamic paper concept in order to have multiple iterations of the same dungeon, should that be the case, as well as having the whole world in just one map. Rather than shuffling through nintety different pieces of paper. Dumb. The next one was Invisible Ink, which Scoria had already clearly used.

Invisible Ink is a lacquer-like transparent substance that glows in the dark or when a nominal amount of mana is applied to it. Because of its transparent nature, this item is especially good for hijinks and much less so for secret messages and whatnot. The item itself can come in paint form, ink form, spray paint can form, and the like and conforms to the properties of the material it's mixed with. The only effect it has is to make the material transparent and to glow in the dark or when mana is applied. The ink gathers the energy to glow from natural light sources and mana, so ink left alone in a dark place won't exhibit these properties until exposed once more. Paint the town! The Scribe that crafts this can alter the description and name for purposes of indicating what the item is.

Basically it was a tool for vandalizing things. Came in spray paint cans and all sorts of other vandalizing forms so you could draw butts on people's homes without them knowing. Or something. The last item on the list was a "Heart's Compass", which was as follows.

This item is a 2-part spell circle. The first is applied to a 'tracker' object, usually a card or something small. The second is applied to a decent sized writing surface, the 'receiver'. The item functions by matching wavelengths between receiver and tracker, with range increasing based on quality of the materials. Whenever activated, the tracker glows obviously and has the word 'Tracking' appear on it. In its basic form, a mana-formed 3-d arrow appears on the receiver dynamically pointing towards the tracker. The arrow gets bigger the closer you are. In the special case that the receiver is a map crafted with Magician's Paper, the receiver gains special bonuses. Namely, the map can also show a dynamic radar of any trackers within range on the map itself, with each expressly labeled and showing up as dots. Note that the limits of the map are still in place. For instance, being on the wrong floor. By creating this object, it is assumed any number of parchment or maps have the receiver function. The maps and parchment are not consumed. Any number of 'tracker' objects can be tracked, but beware of flooding your page to the point no arrow can be seen. Tracker objects can be voided easily by destroying them or overloading them with mp. The Scribe crafting this can change the name and description to become the desired 'tracker' object.

The object was exactly what it sounded like, it was a tracker for people to keep track of each other and find lost individuals and make sure no one got randomly kidnapped and such. That sort of thing could become mildly important in the future. Mostly it was helpful in finding people and navigating dungeons or for coordinating large raids or the like, in cases where a party might be separated. Additional functionality could be applied later. The next piece of research after that was an "Explosive Runes" item, which was as follows.

Explosive Runes is a type of ink with a rather unique function. When someone reads the words written by this item, the ink will explode, dealing both concussive and fire damage proportional to the amount of ink used. The damage of the runes and the range at which they can activate from being read scale with level, although the writer can minimize the range if they would like. At level one, the range is 5 meters maximum. Perhaps the best point of this item is that it comes in both liquid ink form and chalk form, allowing even those without a quill to engage in dangerous hijinks. Due to how much ink is used, this item can be used up to three times before it is completely consumed. Using it all at once will surely leave an 'impression' though.

It functioned almost identically to its namesake item in that the whole point of this object was basically to get someone to read the runes and then boom. It was good practice in instilling elemental properties into objects and the like as well, so that was that. Explosive runes. Straightforward hijinks, essentially. Now came 2 more research objects, the first of which was a Score Scroll.

The Score Scroll is a template that can be filled out with any kind of music and shifts accordingly. The music can be added by anyone capable of playing the music or with the knowledge to write the notes in, no matter who they are. Once finished, the scroll either becomes blank or stays as it is, depending on the wish of the composer. Then, this scroll is usable by anyone when performing music. The scroll will help to system-assist the user into playing the contained song, but it does not control the user. Therefore, lacking experience and practice will result in mistakes being made. Naturally, if you do not know how to 'shift' to the correct octave for different instruments and keys, using this scroll creatively may be difficult. The scroll will wear out over time. The scribe that makes this creates an empty template, so the composer may edit the description and name of this item. Beware conductors who may put in a full concerto. Each 'craft' creates 3 scrolls.

Scribes can copy documents, so they can automatically copy one document to another.

Although that last line was super redundant and actually meant they can copy open scrolls to create additional sheets of music, this was basically a good way of spreading music among Landers and Adventurers alike without having to deal with being a bard or getting blood on everyone's hands. The whole point was to spread music after all, and Scoria himself considered briefly that it might be a rather good idea to open a music shop at some point. The second object on the list was a "Crystal Dreams" item, which was somewhat strange in its design.

Crystal Dreams provides a one sided upwards projection of whatever the owner wants, essentially projecting a hologram. The hologram cannot extend horizontally beyond the bounds of the paper it's on, meaning that if you have a 1 square meter paper, it can't extend outside that square. The complexity and height (vertically) of creations is dependent on both the ingenuity of the user, their proficiency with magic objects (grimoires or magitech?), and a hard cap produced by the level of Crystal Dreams itself. This object is essentially able to create holograms that can go anywhere from completely transparent to completely opaque, making it useful for setting up sight walls and blocking vision for the less intelligent AI. The object itself is highly vulnerable, so cutting a scroll made of this will result in half becoming unusable. Good for shenanigans, although because everything is holographic, there's no solid component. Some people swear the object itself 'feels' like mana, which often results in a different feeling based on the creator of the illusion (a cool feeling vs a warm feeling). The scribe that makes this object can rewrite its description for size purposes. This object can be used on any object that needs Magician's Paper (and imparts properties of this item onto the crafted item)

Like the Sorc Quill, Sorc Ink, and Magician's Paper, this was what Scoria internally referred to as a base item. Somewhat versatile in its usage and fairly usable, but more of an intermediate step to the final products. It was good as a base and allowed for certain new functions and features, but it was basically the same as saying that someone had to go invent wheels before they could go and invent a bicycle. The point was that it made 2-d things able to record 3-d things, as well as possibly project in small range certain illusions. The strongest feature was its additional memory capacity that it could add to maps, from Scoria's perspective, as the regular maps would not so easily be able to account for things like multi-story buildings. The final piece of research so far (excluding the Sorc Ink he had just researched here) was Call The Stars, an item that was as follows.

Originally created for the purpose of maps, this craft is one part enchantment and one part crafted object. In the case of maps, this object allows for said map to have the capacity to record 3 dimensions of information instead of just two. It, following the properties of Crystal Dreams (and by extension Magician's Paper) allows for free scrolling and 3-d projections of the recorded data. The main bonus of this item is that it allows extra data to be recorded and held. In the case of other schematics, it'll just allow for the diagram to be projected. Because it's Magician's Paper, edits are freely possible for the owner. Naturally, this works with Heart Compass and it's recommended to be used with Half-Gaia Map so the entire world's map becomes topographical and you can have all the data. In the case of instances with different map data, all instances will be recorded and can be switched between. It overwrites some of the basic functions of the minimap in order to engage in shenanigans. Also it's an Enchantment, so it naturally doesn't destroy the object it enchants, just augments it. And should be noted as such when crafted. The Schematic is not consumed. Use maps. If it's anything but a map, you're wasting some money. The schematic needs to be made of Crystal Dreams so.

And in fact, the whole point was to use the functionality of Crystal Dreams in order to create a "Full Gaia Map" of sorts that would not only record 2-d information, but 3-d, creating a full topographical map that could be projected upwards for a very strong and functional method of mapping out areas. It'd be great for finding hidden rooms as well as, for higher scribe or pathfinder levels, being able to more easily plot a course and avoid certain traps and pitfalls. Plus it was even more awesome with Heart's Compass, and it was the final product Scoria had set his eyes on when he first researched Magician's Paper. And that was everything Scoria had researched thus far.

With a bit of a huff and a scratch of his head, he frowned slightly as he showed his current research to the two adventurers in front of him. He sure had gotten a lot, but at this point, there was something else he wanted as well. The simple reality of the matter, as evidenced by that large collection of junk he had created, was that he had a whole lot of scribe materials and not a whole lot of organizational prowess. Just leaving it there to junk around in his magical bag was kind of annoying, so what he wanted to do instead... The druid furrowed his brow even deeper as he tried to think of how he could make this work before pulling out a spare grimoire of his and stretching its bindings out, pulling the pages out and placing them to one side. Nisha and Oxford would possibly be busy looking at his current details, so he'd have a bit of time to tinker and perhaps make this work.

But now he needed some sort of briefcase of some kind. He'd just... make it work with the grimoire, he guessed. Pushing the leather out and using some extra hijinks, the adventurer continued to expand and press the leather in the same way he made any grimoire, right up until the point where it looked like a true and proper briefcase. Well, a briefcase would be incorrect. Maybe it was more of a fanny-pack? Well, the point here was that he was going ahead and making a closed container. Maybe a Deck Box if he was a trading card kind of dude. Depended on what he wanted out of this. At any rate, the point was to magically link this to the bag that he toted around and carried all his stuff in. Tilting his head and fiddling with it, Scoria got busy bending the rules and extending his system-provided resources to be able to possibly create organizational ease and perhaps pave the way for a fighting style based on paper charms and ofuda. That'd be nice. Still, he had spent so much time already showing what research he had done, he couldn't possibly get this all researched and tested before everyone else had a chance to react. And of course, he wouldn't be counting anything in quotes as words for word count either. Whatever that meant.

[Nisha]

Nisha in the meantime was not really sure what to do, she had gotten a good laugh out of the 'butt' that was majestically soaring through the air now, but it did not really help her decide what to do now. Scoria had decided on something for her contract about ox having to pay him for stuff and Nisha only wrinkled her brow a little about this, but as long as her stuff was being tested and taken for fun it would do, she also had the feeling that if Ox would be forced to sign the whole thing would not work, because forcing someone into a contract was not a contract, that would be just pure blackmail and so far her contract should be 50/50 due to faulty old material. There was still her shield grimoire, but that was more of a work in progress until she found the right words, she was still scribbling some letters on the paper she had brought trying to find out which one would show some sign of doing anything. While doing so she noticed on the side that scoria had opened up his research to them, but it was mostly maps, like the one ox had just created, but on a bigger and wider scale. And yet it did not really help Nisha at all to decide what to do next. Slowly moving her body from left to right and vice versa, a quill tightly stuck beneath her nose and above her lip, she wondered if she could do more with contracts than just the contract she had created and maybe make it of higher quality to add more or better conditions for the one offering the contract. Maybe even make one sided contracts later on, but she had a good idea that that was well out of her reach. Like one where you could make a contract with the system for something, like changing your character for a price or maybe even create a way back, even though she would definitely not draw up that contract.

But just as she thought she would find nothing interesting in the researches of these two so far, she saw something that screamed genius, well it was not exactly the end product, but something scoria just brushed over like nothing, even though it was quite a genius idea. Magic circles, drawn with whatever usually created effects of varying kinds, so what if you just used on or multiple on one paper alone, adding spell words and such, sure most likely some kinds of talismans and such would be created normally, but what if instead of making it a paper slip you used a few sheets of paper, big enough for... It was a crazy idea, but if it would work it would be awesome, just thinking about it made her all fidgety. Basically just like the momentary grimoires wwhich had a single function, channeling mana into a small bolt of magic and releasing it in a straight line a few feet, so what would happen if you deconstructed that spell used in the grimoires and used it differently, sure it would not have the same power as a grimoire stuffed full with pages, but she did not want to create a grimoire, just something useful to prove a point to herself. There should be at least the magic words for repulsion inside of the grimoires, quickly she found it after scurrying through her grimoire and began drawing spell circles over... Nisha thought about it for a second and decided for three sheets for now, if she wanted she could always add more to these laster on to create bigger ones, three sheets, each with a circle which overlapped with the next one. She used the normal binding material to tie them together, just making a few more holes to create more stability overall. Adding a few words for channeling mana on the upside, where her feet would be, she wondered how to connect the both sides and decided to add the same symbols on the other side with the spell circles, just mirrored to make it flow through or so she hoped. Sure, it was not much more than a toy in most situations, but in some it could be life saving. Finishing her drawings on the papers, she jumped on the ground and put it down, praying that it would work and that she would not just explode where she stood or nothing happening at all. But the theory was as solid as all of Nisha´s ideas and if it worked it opened up other utilitarian paper ideas too, from spell circles that would create light to her knowing that she could create a grimoire that could repulse attacks to a certain degree.

She was sure this paper flier would not be very strong or fast, but... She decided to stop fretting about it, being all fidgety already as she stepped on the paper and slowly channeled mana into the paper, seeing it glow under her feet. "A small step for a fox, maybe a huge one for aviation." She mumbled before feeding it even more mana. And then... Slowly but surely, shaking from left to right, she was rising. She already felt the drain of mana quite well, but there she was, already a foot above ground and still rising slowly, only having slight problems with the mana control as she poured it into it, having trouble to efficiently channel it into both sides at once. Leaning forward as she had about two foot, she felt how it slowly hovered to the side she had leaned to, floating above the table now and slowly lessening the mana she was using, floating back down to earth or the table in this case and gently setting down on it. She pulled the paper from below her feet and sat down, feeling a little spend from the concentration, balancing act and the mana spending. Being satisfied with her work, she put the paper on the heap of inventions they had finished so far wondering if someone could need that, while Nisha was already wondering how to add that to a grimoire or her long term plans to create either an invisible grimoire or creating similar effects with some kind of contract or tattoo, so that she could wield a weapon and shoot balls of magic or something like that.

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