Near the Barnes School for Deaf Children (Craft/PM 4 invite)

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Deximus went through the city until; he kept walking to a part of the town that wasn’t traversed much. His goal was to find a building that had a flat roof with a small supply closet, after all a small hidden base for his operations much take place. Looking at all the old buildings he remembered some of them from TV shows and others from pictures his friends sent to him. However, the perfect building with stairs was indeed worth the find. Seeing at the building was run down, with all sorts of plants growing on and around it was almost the ideal hiding spot. Not too far away, were a small pond and some trees it must have been where the park in the real world was. Deximus needed to level, and he knew going about the old way of producing the materials he needed was best. This action would require time and for him, that was apparently one thing he had. His first lesson towards being a scribe would be making paper. He remembered from his old life the simple method that was used to make paper in his science class. He would need wood pulp or plant fibers for simple paper, and once that was collected he needed to boil the fibers enough to soften them up; anything more would make them too soft and possibly fall apart after the process is finished. However during the boiling process lye was needed, a mesh wire material or cloth material was used to carefully pull the softened fibers out, and lay them down over a strainer so they could dry. If used correctly with a heated roller he could nicely roll out the fibers so they could dry a little faster and stick together in a nicely woven pattern.

He had to remember this for it was rather cool to learn how the people of the past made paper, if he was more experienced he could use cotton, hemp, even spider silk to make more official papers and documents. However, in this world he could probably even use more magical beast to make even greater items.


Deximus had brought a little fire from a torch with him; he didn’t know how long this would take. Placing some broken limbs and simple pieces of wood he could gather into a small pile, grabbing some small rubble he managed to make a simple ring, he didn’t want the fire to accidently spread or blow around to easily. Lighting the wood with the torch made his job much easier, finding a small hole to place the torch he let the torch stand to offer him a small beacon of hope. Fire was going to help him achieve much of what had to be done. Seeing from the roof top, he wasn’t the tallest building, in truth this building was only five stories up, and most trees stood higher than that. Deximus was really trying to go to town on his first true invention as a scribe. Now was the time to plan on what to make, paper was a given, if he could find a means to produce paper it would go a far way. Ink and quills would come shortly after, if there wasn’t anything effective to write on the quill and ink would go to waste.


First thing he needed was some of the materials he had already purchased at the market, and his first goal was to make some old paper at least three sheets of paper. Oh crap, Deximus needed lye, and that was something he was accustomed to in the real world for easy purchase. He had to try and remember how to make lye; lye was used for making soap, paper, and other materials. It was something he had almost forgotten, he needed a wooden barrel, a small cork size hole in the bottom of the barrel, a cork, something like bricks or wood that could leave the barrel leveled. What were the other ingredients, he had to think carefully lye could be made by ash sitting in water, it also needed…oh he had to think carefully, what was it that his instructor said, he could barely remember his teachers face when the thought struck him, river rocks with hay, and it had to be water from the lake or river something as close to pure water as possible, oh yes thankfully it was something he could remember.

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(After several hours) (Following the rule 1 hour real world time is 12 hours game time-- So every 5 minutes our real world time is 1 hour in the game)

Now that he could remember the items needed, he had to make sure he had all the items required. It took him a couple hours but he had managed to purchase everything he couldn’t just find laying around. He placed the logs flat and placed the barrel on top of the semi flat logs, placing the straw in the bottom after the straw was placed; Deximus started placing the rocks from the little pond he could find. After the rocks had been placed, he started to pour in the purest water he could get. After the water went up about three quarters of the barrel, the barrel was a small one, something that could be easily moved around with all the required materials minus the water. The bucket would service as a container for the lye water mixture after the third day, with a small wooden lid and a rock the water would be fine for the next phase.


Seeing as the fire was dying, Deximus took out his sword and moved the logs to one side of the makeshift fire pit. This was to expose the coals and ash, once it was died down on the exposed side that would be the final ingredient for the mixture. Grabbing a couple more sticks and wood pieces, Dex placed them nicely on the side of the pit with the still burning logs. He doesn’t need the fire to die out yet, it would be nice to still have light when the night comes. Using the sword, Dex scooped some of the outer ash from the cooled fire onto a small little grove next to the barrel. He want to make sure there wasn’t any embers, white smoke was the last thing he needed. Using the swords flat side to nicely break apart any smaller pieces of burnt wood it was all for the sake of having ash. This would yield the greatest amount of ash, with the least amount splatter on the roof top of the building. Taking the back of his hand he felt for any heat. There was little warmth, it would service his purpose. Using his hands to scope the ash up he began by the handful to dropping the ash in the bucket mixture. After collecting enough ash for the bucket, he used his sword once again to move the logs over and center them again the fire pit. Knowing that the first phase is done, it would easily take three days for the lye to be ready.

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It has been one day, Dex was going about making sure everything was safe and secure. The fire that was lit crackled and popped as the flames carefully danced across the wood, it brought color and light to the surrounding area with a great sense of much needed warmth. It was well within his rights to continually come back to this place of reason, at least that is how he saw it. It wasn't just a place to set up shop, more to the point, it was a place that he could possibly call home. He had been busy as of recent meeting with other people learning from them as they learn from him. It could with out any form of doubt annoy him a little about this world, the things he studied back in the real world had some form of application here, in this world of pure beauty. He was in a different land under a set of different stars living a life, that could only be imagined as a story in a book at some local library collecting dust. The rules however didn't fully match up to the real world, and that rule was magic. With magic anything was possible; magic, just by itself had its own set of rules to guide over and dictate the unknown. 

Dex had been writing what he could remember from the other life he held, the mathematics, computer binary, any language with the words and meanings coming to mind, ultimately everything he had ever learned was being written down as best and accurately as possible. One word that stuck to him as he was working to make the first functional paper mill, that was Carpe Diem, the meaning to this word was known as, seize the day.

Those words, meant a lot for the current situation. This world with all its wonder and mystery was something to explore and gain a greater understanding of; the monsters, people, history, and ultimately their world needed to be understood. Books were a great means to that end, they offered a way to capture one persons view on their surroundings and hopefully permit others to see and possibly understand the what,who,why, and how. This was a world that could be worth living, even if there isn't another way back. 

The fire made a little pop as a few cinders rose into the air to be lightly carried away by the little wind, truly something amazing. There were two days left on the mixture before it was ready to be collected and boiled. Dex had managed to gather some leafs, he was going to hopefully make a form of paper much like papyrus; the first known form of paper. If he could collect cotton, or other threaded materials he could split them to make more proper forms of official paper for private documents and possible royal paper. It would take him time to refine the process, however with authentic paper he could help the world and himself. The final goal will be to make a Grimoire, books were perfect in their own rights. However, a Grimoire had magic weaved into the very pages and bindings themselves. It could be a true book of power, much like the book from his favorite fantasy series involving the Book of Solomon.  It was suppose to hold the power over life and death, summoning the spirits, all the power and secrets of the universe were suppose to reside in its pages. However, to make such a book here would require much knowledge and power to pull off something so amazing. It would easily require all the magical knowledge, and the pages would have to be made with the finest magical paper to ever have existed. The letters would have to be made from the power of dragons bloods mixed with unicorn tears hypothetical of course. The words however, would have to be sigils, something that could change and have more then one spell woven into one page. It would be the rarest book in this games universe. However it would have to be done by Masters of the level 100 power. Anything less would probably not work.

Looking up at the night sky, dex had to think what is the best plan for the greatest positive outcome. It would require other people, he couldn't do this alone, he needs people that can share with him the same idea of greatness and opportunity. It requires hope, a fundamental clue that life has the potential for something greater. That is what Deximus would accept, and he couldn't forget this is truly Carpe Diem.