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== The Adventures of the Peculiar Enchanter ==

== The Beginning ==



The village of Burkborrow, in the heart of the kingdom of Argenturegnum, had for a long time now been the epicentre of several phenomena that left its residents baffled and even scared. For instance, the year Wiz was born there were two separate occasions, just one month apart, when the village was flocked by crows and bats the first time and cats and dogs the next. On another occasion a few years later, there was the legendary summer when it snowed for a week and the nearby river froze. And of course no one could forget last year's Hallow Festival when the spirits of the dead were seen walking in the village.

The villagers weren't sure what to make of such incidents. They were always shocked by these abnormalities they couldn't explain, but their superstitious nature allowed them to come to terms with them anyway. The real question always was whether they were divine signs or acts of the Devil. Usually, the village was divided and in the end nothing came of it. Wiz, on the other hand, didn't care either way, he was simply fascinated by the supernatural.

His personal favourite story was one that his mother would tell him and had taken place a few months before he was born. The story went that one night, three strangers appeared one after the other, knocking on their door and asking for a place to sleep. His parents, not wishing to refuse them, managed to accommodate the odd-looking men who claimed they'd arrived to pay their respects. On the next day to his parentsâ surprise, the three men were gone as if they'd never been there. However, they did find three objects left behind: a little purple gemstone, an exotic red feather of a bird they didn't recognise and a phial with a golden substance inside. The gemstone would shine with a faint light in the darkness and the feather had the tendency to hover and fly of its own accord. They didn't know what the substance in the phial was, though, so they kept that on the back of a shelf in the kitchen, not sure what to do with it.

The mystery of the alien guests and the wonder of their gifts always fascinated Wiz and he would often ask his mother to tell the story again. He would also frequently ask his father to examine the feather, which he'd placed on his hat. The other two objects were long gone now, however, the gemstone having mysteriously disappeared and the phial given to a friend of his parents'. So had Wiz been told for he himself had been too young to remember either.

The young boy didn't limit himself to those items, though, and chased after every deviation from normalcy, studied them, trying to understand the nature and origin of these supernatural phenomena. Having also recruited the help of his friend Garvus, he searched for nymphs and fairies in the forests; he read books in a fellow villager's study, hoping to find out about magic; he experimented at home. All the while, he remained ignorant of the fact that the source for everything abnormal, what attracted the magic was in fact... him. For his destiny awaited him: he was to be the Peculiar Enchanter, known across many kingdoms and realms, bearing many names, taking many forms, travelling across the world, in space but also time.

It is when Wiz was twelve years of age that our story begins. For it is then that Wiz finally discovered his inclination to magic. It was on a rainy March day when it happened. Despite the menacing clouds that had gathered over the plain and the day's early drizzle, Wiz had ventured into the Old Woods at the north of the village, hoping to get a glimpse at the ever-elusive fey creatures he believed inhabited the place. He'd been at it for a few hours when he thought he saw the figure of a woman with her arms extended outwards, but as soon as he looked back to make sure, she was gone. Was it a dryad on a stroll to enjoy the touch of the drips of rain? Running near where he saw her, he didn't find anything but gnarled trees, so oddly shaped that one could see faces or limbs on them from the right angle.

âOne day I'm going to catch you in the act, just you wait!â the boy addressed the trees.

He would have continued his excursion, but noticing the rain had grown stronger and already satisfied enough with that sighting -which was more than he usually got even if he searched all day-, he decided he should probably go home. After all, he had something more to hope for. Rumours had been circulating in Burkborrow and the surrounding villages that a Sorcerer was travelling through their region. Others were scared, but Wiz as always was excited by the prospect of meeting an actual magician. Maybe, just maybe he'd pass by their village that day. If not, maybe tomorrow. Or the day after that. Hopefully.

By the time Wiz entered the village, it was almost noon. His mother would be preparing lunch soon. Maybe that was some additional incentive for returning sooner than usual as he hadn't packed any himself that day.

At the entrance to the village, a boy of black curly hair was seated in the protection of a roofed porch. The boy,being his friend Garvus, was gazing off at the direction he was coming from. An excited smile formed on his face once he spotted Wiz.

âHey Wiz! Thought I'd find you here. Come quick. I've got some news you're going to be interested inâ, Garvus motioned for the other boy to hurry. âCrux, you're soaking wet. Are you sure it's wise to visit the woods when there's such downpour?â

âRelax! I'll be fine! Besides, if I find any fey, it's worth itâ, Wiz replied, joining his friend on the porch.

âDid you find any?â Garvus looked at him with doubt.

âAlmostâ.

âAlmost means you didn't. So, you got soaked for nothingâ.

âI almost had her, though. But the heckin' dryad hid!â

âShe's a dryad! What do you expect her to do? Hiding's their thing, isn't it? But never mind them, now. I've got something betterâ.

âIs this like that time when you passed me mud off as cake? Because it's not going to workâ.

âWell, you fell for it, didn't you?â

âIt's not like I've seen cake before...â Wiz mumbled under his breath. âI hear the Perrauts had cake for their daughterâs birthday last yearâ.

âWe're getting off-topic. Is food and magic all you've got on your mind, you dunderhead?â

âNo but look, the rain seems to be lighter now. Want to come by my house?â

âSure. There's some time before I need to head back homeâ.

The two boys started walking down the road, heading for Wiz's house.

âSo, what's the so important thing you've got to say?â

âIf I told you it's about the Orange Wizard, would you be more interested?â

âThe Wizard? What about him?â

âHe visited Otter's Spring two days agoâ.

âSeriously?! He could come here next, then! Oh, let him come! I want to meet him so much!â

âAren't you afraid he'll hex you?â

âDon't be ridiculous. Wizards only hex people that vex themâ.

âOh, I'm pretty sure he'll be vexedâ.

âYou're terribleâ, Wiz shoved Garvus on the shoulder, but he smiled. The other boy responded by shoving him back. âSo, you think he might be here soon?â

âIf the rumours are correct, he's already been to many villages nearby, so it's plausibleâ.

âThis is fantastic! It's all I've ever dreamed ofâ, Wiz exclaimed; at that moment, he almost unconsciously felt something was off; in his excitement, though, he ignored the feeling, âI wonder what he's up to... What do you thi-â.

âWiz, what's happening?â Garvus's startled voice interrupted him.

Garvus had stopped walking. Wiz looked at him. And then it hit him. Why his brain was telling him something was wrong even before he consciously noticed it. It had stopped raining. But only around the two boys. Water was still pouring all around them, barring in a circle centred on... him.

âWhat is going on?â Wiz shouted in surprise, his hands grasping at the air, trying to ascertain if this was really happening.

âWiz. Are you the one doing it?â

âI don't knowâ.

âBut you're in the centre of it!â

âI don't know!â

Not sure how to deal with this, Wiz just ran. If he ran away from it, he didn't have to understand what was going on. When he stopped by his home though, Garvus far behind him by now, Wiz realised that the area of no rain was still surrounding him: it had followed him.

âNo, why? What? WHAT IS THIS?!â the bewilderment in his voice was emphasised by a flash of lightning and accompanying thunder. Which were far too bright and loud respectively. Wait! Had lightning struck right when he'd yelled? He turned around. His father's smithy, a small wooden building next to their house, was on fire and its walls were damaged. Struck by lightning... It'd been him. It had been ''him''.

The gentle touch of the rainâs embrace had returned, as instantly as itâd disappeared and the sudden silence that had prevailed after the booming thunder âor so itâd seemed in his mindâ was broken, but he took no notice. The sound of a man cursing snapped him out of his terrified trance instead. Looking behind his shoulder, he saw his father had come out of the house -thankfully he hadn't been in the workshop. Garvus had also caught up with them and was looking at the flames with wide eyes.

âWhat theâ¦ did you just do this?â Garvus asked in shock.

âIâ¦ I think I did. I donât know how, thoughâ.

âAre you children all right?â his father checked up on them, having assessed the situation; he and Garvus nodded and with a relieved expression, the man continued. âIâm going to do something about this fire. You stay backâ.

The two scared boys watched the tall sturdy man as he ran back inside and returned carrying a water-filled bucket. Wizâs mother came out with him, this time, also holding a bucket. Wiz knew they had a barrel of water stored inside the house, where his parents must have filled the buckets from. They dashed to the burning smithy trying not to spill any water and emptied the bucketsâ contents on the flames.

âI really miss pressure water systems right nowâ, Wizâs father muttered as they headed back to refill their buckets.

âWhat can we do? We get what we getâ, his mother replied.

âMom, should I help?â Wiz asked, seeing that the fire would need several more trips to be put out.

âDonât worry, love, weâll handle this. Why donât you and Garvus head inside instead of staying in the rain?â

How could she keep such a calm, reassuring face when their workshop was burning, Wiz wondered. Was she really that calm or was she just keeping her worries in for her son? Was that the power of a mother? Wiz didnât want to go inside, he wanted to watch until he was sure the fire was out as he considered himself responsible, but hearing her words somehow made him feel better. When Garvus started pulling him from the arm, he didnât resist.

âCome on, sheâs right. We might catch a cold out hereâ.

As they made for the door, Wiz gave a last look towards the burning building. A lot of their neighbours had gathered, too, some of them helping extinguish the flames, others watching from the cover of one houseâs porch or anotherâs. Garvus opened the door and ushered him in. Just then right before he entered the house, he noticed Frau Weidemann, who lived next door, staring at him with an appalled expression. What was the meaning of that?

Once inside, in Wizâs bedroom, there were a few moments of silence in consideration before either of them spoke up, âHey, what just happened? Can you doâ¦ magic?â

Wiz paused for an instant thinking about it,âI donât know how else to explain it. I didnât think I was doing it âI didnât even know I ''could ''do any of thisâ, but maybe I somehow unconsciously controlled the rainâ¦ and the lightning. Iâve read in a book that this can happen to magiciansâ.

âDoes that mean youâre a magician?â

âI supposeâ¦ maybe. If we donât take the lack of training into accountâ.

âDang! The village is not going to like this, you knowâ.

âI knowâ¦ Frau Weidemann just gave me quite the look in fact. But you and I have been searching for magic all this time and no one was ''really ''angry about it. Even Father Aldstan only told us off a few times. It canât be any worse than thatâ.

âWait, you mean Frau Weidemann already knows? Yes, she must have seen us when it all happened. Thatâs bad. Now, everyoneâs going to knowâ.

âThat wonât be goodâ.

âNo, it wonâtâ¦ But you know. This is kinda cool, too. Havenât you been looking for magic all this while? Now, all of a sudden, you have itâ.

âYeah, but I didnât want it like thisâ, Wiz pointed in the general direction of the smithy although the walls came in between.

âI agree, that was unfortunate âand it will probably get you a lot of flakâ, but shock aside, should you not also be thinking what youâll do with it?â

âIs there something I can do? You said it yourself, the village wonât like it, but they might accept it if nothing happens. Should I start using magic, thereâs sure to be a riot, though. Besides, thereâs no one to teach me here anywayâ.

âYou could always, you knowâ¦ leave the villageâ.

Leave the villageâ¦? Why? What? Why would Garvus suggest that? Before he could word a reply to voice his bafflement, his parents walked in, diverting his attention from whatâd just been said. Their clothes and faces had patches stained by ash and they were wet from the rain, but they otherwise looked fine.

âIs everything all right outside?â Wiz asked. âDid you put out the fire?â

âYes, you donât need to worry. Thanks to the rain and everyoneâs help, we were able to quickly contain and extinguish the flames. That being said, the smithyâs pretty damagedâ, his father explained; Wizâs face darkened after hearing about that last part.

âWiz, Garvus, youâve still not changed clothes. It canât be comfortable being all wet like thisâ, his mother noticed that the children were still soaked.

âMore importantlyâ, his father interjected. âIs something wrong you two? You look upset. Before as well. Donât tell me the lightning had you that scared?â

âNo, itâs not thatâ¦ Dad, donât you think itâs weird the lightning struck the workshop when itâs not the tallest building in the village? Even our house just next to it is tallerâ.

âThat is unusual, yes, but lightning doesnât ''always ''hit the highest pointâ.

âAnd how about the fact there was almost no shock wave? The smithy was damaged, but Iâve read lightningâs shock wave reaches ten yards from the strike point. I should have been hit, but I didnât feel anythingâ.

âWhere are you getting with this?â

âThis lightning wasnât natural. And I think it was my doingâ.

âYour doing how?â his mother asked; both his parents were now watching him closely, trying to understand what he was telling them.

âMagic, I guessâ¦ Garvus saw everything and he thinks so, tooâ.

âEverything? What exactly happened?â

Wiz and Garvus proceeded to tell them the whole story: about the rain stopping around Wiz, about the lightning striking on cue with him, and about Frau Weidemann seeing him, too. His parents looked thoughtful after this. The conversation that followed was full of pauses during which they all tried to process the new information. None of them were prepared for a situation like this. Garvus had to leave halfway through.

âKeeping it under wraps no longer seems possible and the majority of the villagers wonât be happy, but if thereâs no follow-up incident they might just let it go with timeâ, his father shared his mind. âBut is that really what you want, Wiz? If itâs really magic, would you just abandon it like that? Itâs what youâve always wanted, is it not? There are other options you could consider. But what do you think?â

âIâ¦ I donât know. Itâs too sudden. I donât quite understand everythingâ.

Heâd been taken by surprise by what heâd found out that day. He was always drawn to magic and sought for it in the world, but never expected to be a source of it himself. What he knew, though, was that he didnât want a repetition of that dayâs incident and he said as much.

âTrue, that should certainly be avoidedâ, his mother said. âBut before we make any decisions, shouldnât we confirm that itâs actually magic first? According to my father, people in my family have sometimes been able to do strange things in the past, but Iâm not sure that was what Iâd call magicâ.

âHow do we do that?â Wiz asked. âConfirm it, that isâ.

âI guessâ¦ we try to replicate todayâs phenomenon in a less destructive manner?â

âWe canât do that in the village, but I could take Wiz out in some of the farther fields and try there in the next daysâ, his father suggested. âUntil then, you should probably lay low in order not to stir things up more than necessaryâ.

âYeah, maybe stay home for a few days instead of going to explore or at the Perrautsâ place. Father Freidankâs lessons, too. We should let him knowâ.

âThatâs right and until we figure things out, you should think about what you want to doâ.

âAre there really other options?â Wiz enquired.

âSure there are. I donât know if itâs optimal, but if it comes to it, we could even move, I supposeâ.

Move? Leave? Garvus said the same thing. Why were they all so set on that idea? What good would come of it? Wiz didnât know. He didnât like it. He didnât want this to be his only option.

 

Although itâd been agreed he should mostly stay home for now, he went out a couple hours later. After they had lunch and the conversation continued for some more time, his father left to start the repair works on the workshop as soon as the rain abated and Wiz made for the small building by the villageâs church where he hoped to find Father Freidank. His mother had suggested that she should go instead, but Wiz had insisted. He wanted a chance to walk and think about everything, especially considering he probably wouldnât be able to the next few days.

Up until a few years ago, Father Aldstan had been the villageâs priest, but heâd gotten rather old those years and thus when a new priest, Freidank arrived he took over most of the responsibilities. In contrast to Aldstan, Freidank had a somewhat more modern mindset, but he carried himself in a proper manner and performed his duties as expected â that is to say he quickly abandoned any ideas he might have had for major changes to how ecclesiastical matters were runâ, so the village liked him anyway, even if they found him strange sometimes. One of his plans that did stick, however, was his attempt of educating the villagers âespecially the childrenâ to the extent that the rural lifestyle allowed.

Wiz was one of the children who attended his lessons, where he taught reading, writing, arithmetic, history, the scriptures and to an extent Mossian, the ancient language once spoken in their lands long ago, which was still used for many formal purposes, including those of the Church. Wiz had been taught a lot by his mother as well, so he proved a troublesome student asking questions above the classâs level and sometimes even challenging what the priest had to say âespecially when it came to religious subjects, due to Wizâs having been schooled to a different doctrine than the one people believed in in Argenturegnum. Even so, his mother thought thereâd be more to learn from the Fatherâs lessons and he could maybe broaden his perspective.

Truly, his family was a strange one and Wiz had been raised with a lot more freedom and education than the average boy his age enjoyed in this country, but it was only reasonable considering his parents werenât locals. In fact, Expia their homeland wasnât even on the same face of Crux. Theyâd grown up in an entirely different environment, which even had more advanced technology reportedly. However, when his parents had come to Burkborrow before he was even born, despite being different, theyâd been accepted and lived in harmony with the other villagers. But would that remain true once word got out that they were raising a young sorcerer in their home? Wiz didnât want to destroy his parentsâ peace. He had to make sure everything was all right. There would certainly be a lot more to do, but as the first step he had to talk to Father Freidank.

By the old church residing at the villageâs small square, a building stood for the priests to use for auxiliary activities, like Freidankâs lessons. Wiz thought he might find the young priest there, so coming up before the door he knocked and called the Fatherâs name. No response came, but just to be sure Wiz opened the door to peek inside.

The room wasnât empty, but instead of Freidank, Father Aldstan was sitting on a chair trying to make out the letters of the Good Book of his faith despite his poor eyesight. Wiz froze in place. Unlike Freidank as an old man and a clergyman, Aldstan appropriately represented the conservative nature of the rural part of a medieval land. Old-fashioned and stubborn as he was, Wiz had naturally butted heads with him many times before. And Wiz knew he could get angry, but most of all he was afraid of how real the offence was this time. Theyâd always argue over anything Wiz would question on times Aldstan was also present at Freidankâs lessons, both being too stubborn to back down. But as much as they disagreed, it was never that bad. Magic was something Aldstan could never accept, the Church would condemn it as the Devilâs work. And even though in the past whenever he was scolded for his seeking of it, it was all hypothetical, now there was actual magic going on. If the priest heard about it, Wiz didnât know what heâd do, what heâd say to him.

The boy started to back away as silently as possible so that he wouldnât be noticed. However, before he could get out of sight the old man lifted his head from the book and called out with his raspy voice.

âFreidank, is that you?â his opaque eyes ridden with cataracts met his and felt like they stared into his soul in a way heâd never experienced before. Wiz stayed still and silent hoping that those seemingly piercing eyes would not see through him. A few minute-long seconds later, the preacher continued,â Why arenât you properly coming in? Are you that busy? I wonât take much of your time then. It seems I wonât be able to attend the mass on Sunday after all, my legâs not feeling any better. Thereâs also Berfridâs sonâs baptism coming upâ.

Wiz did not reply and the priest seemed to have paused for now. It looked like Aldstan still thought he was Father Freidank. Perhaps being framed by the light coming in from the door made him even harder to make out than usual. Maybe that was all he wanted to say? Wiz prepared to move a foot backwards to leave âitâd be awkward to leave without replying, but there was no helping itâ but then the old man started speaking again.

âBy the way, have you heard what happened with Rolandâs son?â Wiz felt like a bucket of freezing water had just been emptied on him. âThe whole village seems to be talking about it. Apparently, he did magic. Or so they sayâ, Aldstan sighed. âI warned him so many times not to meddle with this kind of stuff, but he didnât listen. I suppose this was bound to happen. He was lured in by the Devil and now heâs paying the price. What were his parents doing, I wonder? Iâve been very lenient on them, I even allowed them come to mass back when they came to the village even though theyâre not baptised by our Church. But they let this happen? Maybe I should have been stricter with the foreignersâ¦â he sighed again.

âBut really Iâm most sorry for the boy. At such a young age, why did it have to happen this way? He was a good boy, if a little unruly. Why did he have to be taken over by the Devil?â

Feeling a burning sensation within him overwhelming him, at that moment Wiz slipped and spoke up, âWhy does it have to be the Devil? How do you know itâs not Godâs blessing?â

âIt does not matter if itâs God or the Devil. It doesnât matter if itâs even a misunderstanding after everyone jumped to conclusions. Either way, it will be perceived as evil and the boy will be persecuted by the villageâ.

Wiz was a little shocked. This didnât sound at all like what Father Aldstan would usually say. Heâd never before budged in rejecting magic entirely.

âThatâs not what youâd usually sayâ, at that point Wiz had almost forgotten the objective of not being found out.

âItâs not up to me to decide whether an innocent boy suddenly doing magic is evil or not. Iâm just an old man so I canât solve this in my mind, I can only stick to the old teachings. When it comes to the practice of things, itâs not that easy to show conviction, itâs more complicated than thatâ.

Wiz was dumbfounded. Was it possible heâd completely misunderstood the old priest? He thought he was not capable of doubting the old ways at all, but maybe he had some room for free thought after all. And yet what he spoke of was still grim. Even if the priest could think that way, not everyone would. This only confirmed his suspicions in the worst way. Everyone was talking about it already. This couldnât possibly end well.

He might have continued down that train of thought further, but then Father Aldstan brought him back to reality, âBut are you really Freidank? Your voiceâ¦â

''Oh shoot!'' Wiz suddenly remembered he was supposed to be avoiding revealing himself. Even if the priest was more well-inclined towards him than he thought, he still didnât want to have that conversation. There was only one thing left to doâ¦ He turned back and started running.

With no concern for leaving the door open or for the fact heâd cut off their conversation without a word, Wiz fled with all his might. For a moment, heâd almost thought it was all just another hypothetical discussion. But with the reminder of who he was and where he was, the meaning of the priestâs words came upon him swiftly pressing from all sides. He felt trapped, suffocated, oppressed. He wanted to hide on his own. The gazes of people, the words of people. He felt as though theyâd be like stabs through his heart at that moment. So, he ran. Ran, away from Aldstan. Away from people. Away from the onlooking eyes of the passers-by and the loiterers. Away fromâ¦

The world came tumbling down as in his hurry he collided with someone. He fell on his butt as the middle-aged woman heâd stumbled upon clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

âBe more careful, young manâ, she chastised him. âYou should look where youâreâ¦ wait a minuteâ¦ Youâre Wiz. You have a lot of nerve showing yourself right now. How shameless. Do you know how much trouble youâre causing for everyone? If I were you Iâd leave the village right this instant. We donât need no devils hereâ.

âIâ¦ But Iâm notâ¦ I donâtâ¦â Wiz struggled to speak his mind, as he felt the hateful gaze of the woman oppressing him.

âYou dare talk back, you warlock! We welcomed you into our peaceful village and this is how you pay us back? Off, off with you!â

In a hurry to escape from the womanâs verbal abuse, Wiz hastily got up in order to walk away from her ignoring his prideâs faint objections at doing exactly as sheâd told him. After all, maybe that woman wasnât so wrong after all, a small voice whispered in his mind.

He was almost at his home when suddenly Garvus showed up before him. Thatâs right! Even if everyone else turned against him, he at least had Garvus. His friend would no doubt stand by his side. He wasnât scared of magic like the others were. He, too, held the same spark of curiosity as Wiz, even if he didnât act like it. From the start, they were in this together.

Wiz could hardly hide the distress on his face as he approached the boy, âGarvus, itâs just as we thought. The news have spread all around the village and I think itâs turning against me nowâ.

The melancholic glance Garvus gave him in reply was nothing like what he expected from him, âWizâ¦ My momâ¦. She told me not to hang out with you any moreâ.

âWhat?â Wiz stared at him dumbfounded.

âIâm sorryâ¦ You know I donât think the same. But itâs my mom and walls have ears. Iâll get in big troubleâ, his friend gave him a pained expression and Wiz understood that the sensible Garvus had already considered and turned down all possible solutions.

âI seeâ¦ I understandâ, Wiz replied in a deceptively calm manner, although his goggled eyes betrayed his shock, and then he proceeded to unceremoniously walk past the other boy and continue his way home, oblivious now to his friendâs reaction.

Of courseâ¦ Life wouldnât be so simple. Garvus might not be scared, but his parents sure were. But that was fine. He understood now. He was hated by everything. He was a cursed being. Thereâs no place to run, when the world itself is against you. Thereâs nothing to do when your very nature is poisonous.

Before knowing it, he had reached his home. He got a short glimpse of his mother working on her handiwork before he crossed the room and shut himself in his bedroom. He was probably one of the very few people in that village who had a bedroom of their own, even if it was just a rather small one, but what had once made him proud to be set apart from the other villagers, now just served to remind him how detached he felt from everyone else, even his own parents.

He didnât make it very far into the room, just letting himself drop on the floor, his back on the door. There he sat with a broody expression, contemplating on everything that had happened. He didnât want to admit that the villagers were right and he was some kind of demon. He still believed that magic wasnât inherently evil. After all he knew for a fact heâd made no pact with the Devil. However, as Father Aldstan had said, that wasnât the important question anyway. People viewed him as a monster regardless. Perhaps in the end that was all that was needed for him to really become a monster.

Reviewing all that had happened during the day, his uncontrollable magic had first damaged their workshop; then he caused a fright in the whole village just by being, which in turn caused everyone to become hostile towards him and in extension probably his family, endangering their peace and quiet. He feared that the most. He didnât want to be causing others trouble just because he was born somewhat different. It wasnât even his decisions that were burdening others. If it was that, then had he enough conviction he could put his foot down and defend his position. But this was not something heâd decided for himself. He had just spontaneously become magical. It wasnât his choice to cause trouble. It was his very nature that led to this and he couldnât fight his nature. He felt doomed to be a burden to others. Was there something evil about him after all?

All of a sudden, a knock came at the door and his motherâs voice was heard from the other side, âWiz are you all right? Did something happen? You seemed upsetâ.

Wiz didnât feel like talking at the time. He just wanted to be left alone. He didnât know how to unpack all that he felt to someone else. So much had happened in such a short while after all.

âYou need to talk if youâre not fine, Wiz. You shouldnât keep it inâ.

He still did not reply. Despite that, the sounds of what seemed like his mother sitting down on the other side were heard.

âDid someone try to hurt you?â

âNo, justâ¦â

âJust?â âThey must all know by now. And they donât want me hereâ, Wiz found himself replying to his motherâs more specific prompts.

âAre you worried about what they think?â

âNot thatâ¦ but I donât think theyâll just let us be. Garvusâs mom already forbade him to talk to meâ.

âYou donât need to worry about that. Your father and I will find a solutionâ.

âDoes that include moving away from here?â

âIf we have toâ.

âI donât like thatâ.

âWe just want to protect youâ.

âI donât want to keep hurting peopleâ.

âYou havenât hurt anyoneâ.

âBut I have! You, dad, Garvus, the villageâ.

âThe village will be fine. Your father and I are only trying to protect you. Itâs only natural for us to do what we can with that goal in mind. And although your separation from Garvus is unfortunate, that is not your own doingâ.

âBut would all of this be happening if I wasnât like this?â

âWiz, you are no different from the person you were yesterday. Are you going to despair because of one bad day when there were no problems before?â

âIâve changed in everyoneâs eyes and thatâs what mattersâ.

His mother sighed and after a short pause, âTo be frank, this isnât the first time youâve done something like thisâ.

''What? When was this?''

âAlthough Iâm not actually sure it really was something abnormal since I never really got to see it very clearly and before I could confirm my suspicions it stopped happening, so I kinda forgot about it. That was around when you were two years old. Back then, I thought maybe you had some kind of powers like what my father described of my family. If itâs magic after all that doesnât change anything. Iâll always love you regardless of what powers you do or donât have. I was always prepared for this possibility. When your father and I chose to live here, we knew that there may be problems due to our different way of thinking. So, donât think youâve got some responsibility toward us. In fact, I should be the one apologising for letting this happenâ¦â

Wiz did not reply immediately. For once, his motherâs words seemed to reach him somewhat and he considered them carefully. The fact that he might have been using magic before itself was surprising. So, this power had definitely not appeared suddenly now, but did that make any difference? What did his mother having suspicions beforehand mean for him? Did he really not have to take responsibility? Before he could completely answer those questions in his head, there came a heavy knock at the door.

âIâm sorry, Wiz. I should answer that. Iâll be back thoughâ.

He heard the sound of his motherâs steps and then, after a short interval of silence, the sound of voices talking. It seemed there was more than one person at the door. Wiz couldnât tell what was being said, but he noticed the volume of the voices was gradually rising. Then in a snap, the talking turned into yelling. The people were angry. Of course they were. Wiz was almost surprised there was no mob threatening to kill him, yet.

At one moment, one of the voices rose above the others and Wiz was able to make it out more clearly, âHeâs a danger to Burkborrow! What if he summons more of that lightning?â

The manâs words âit escaped him in that moment, which of his fellow villagers he wasâ reached him like daggers in the heart. Thatâs right. It didnât matter if his parents were ready to accept him that way. It didnât matter if they were fine moving away. No matter where they went, Wiz was still a danger to everyone, his parents included. Today it was the smithy, but what would it be next time? If he couldnât find a solution for that, then what was the point of bringing more trouble to them? But what solutions were there?

The shouting continued for a while and then stopped abruptly, although Wiz barely noticed. His mother returned, but this time he remained silent all the while. While previously heâd been worked up and let tears flow down his cheeks, now he felt himself going numb, growing out of tune with his surroundings. The day passed gloomily with him secluded in his own world, although he barely paid heed to the passage of time. At some point, his father must have returned, because he heard his voice and a discussion between him and his mother. He missed most of it, although he caught some lines about it being too dangerous to go back to Yorkanton and possibly finding his uncle. Heâd soon forgotten about it though.

Wiz remained unresponsive after his father tried to talk to him as well and even when his mother left dinner by the door and continued to be in this state until after midnight. However, at some point when the moon had began its descent down the sky, as seen by a window, Wiz suddenly started moving again. He finally made a decision and having gathered his determination, he realised he should start acting as quickly as possible. With that in mind, he silently opened the door and gratefully accepted the dinner still left behind.

 

Due to the difficulty of doing it without waking his parents up and the several times he remembered there was something more he needed, it took him a while to get ready. By the time heâd prepared a backpack with all the supplies he deemed necessary and could find during the night, the moon was long gone from the sky and Wiz suspected sunrise wasnât too far off. As such, he hurried and walked out the door. He was surprised with himself, how easy it was to just pack his stuff and leave. Maybe it was because it had taken him so long deliberating what to do that when he finally came to the one and only conclusion, there was only determination left behind.

He had one last look at his home and told himself that was it. He would probably not see the place again. Not for years at least. He held back a few tears that surprisingly formed in his eyes in antithesis to his determined attitude, and started his way out the village. Soon enough, everyone would start to wake up, so he had to hurry. Whether they tried to stop him or chase him away, Wiz wanted to avoid such encounters.

He didnât have any plan as to where he was going, heâd only thought as far as getting out of the village as fast as he could. He didn't know what he'd do then, but there'd be time to figure that out. For now, he just had to make sure not to be noticed until he was far enough. Which is exactly what happened when, not too far out of the village still, Wiz came upon another silhouette in the darkness of the moonless night. He couldnât be sure with so little light, but before he could even try to escape unnoticed, it looked like heâd been seen.

While he cursed his luck for encountering the only person out and about in the vicinity of the village, his suspicions were confirmed when the stranger spoke in a masculine voice, âIt is pretty early for a little boy to be wandering alone, donât you think?â

âIt is pretty early for an adult to be travelling alone, too!â Wiz replied, trying to make out the man's appearance .

âI am not your typical traveller, though. Hmm, but it seems it's not so long before sunrise after allâ, the man pointed to a barely visible orange skyline forming over the mountains in the east.

At that moment, as if on cue, a ray of light illuminated his face, so that Wiz could just barely see the man's long hair and beard. He also seemed to be wearing some kind of hat, one that ended in a pointy tip. Pointy?

âAre you the Orange Wizard?!â the boy asked in a mix of awe and surprise.

âIâd rather be addressed as Mardolf! Iâve had enough people calling me âthe Orange Wizardâ or âthe Sorcerer of Orangesâ and so many other names. Why are you sneaking out of the village in the dark, boy, anyway?â

âProbably, for the same reason you are sneaking in in the dark. I don't want to be seenâ, Wiz responded, not sure what to think of his situation; he had said he wanted to speak with the wizard less than one day ago and here he was now, but the circumstances were not those he imagined.

The wizard chuckled slightly, âClever! But the question remains, why are you sneaking out of the village?â

âBecause theyâre better off without meâ, the boy said with a melancholic tone.

âHow sad to hear a young boy think so; even if he hardly knows what he's talking about. Tell me then, how come you are doing such a self-sacrificing, yet reckless thing?â the magician sounded weary and even in the darkness he looked sadder.

âI just found out I can do magic, but... I don't know how to control it. I destroyed my father's workshop. And the other villagers are already turning against us. My parents don't need this. Iâm too dangerous for everyoneâ.

âTurn back, boy, this isnât going to help you and it wonât help your parents either!â

âYou don't understand! If I stay, I'll only hurt them. Iâll-â At that point, however, an idea came to Wiz all of a sudden, one so obvious that he wondered how come heâd not considered anything similar at all until then. âWait... What if you taught me?â the boy quickly grew excited in stark contrast to his broody state only moments ago.âI could become your apprentice! That way, I wouldn't hurt people. Maybe I could even help people. My parentsâ.

In the little but increasing light, Wiz could see Mardolf smile a melancholic smile .

âI wish I could help, but I am not in this business of mastership any more. It usually doesnât end well. And in any case, I can sense the nature of your magic. It is not quite the same as mine. I would only be able to teach you so much. I am sor-â.

âPlease, isnât there anything you can do?â the boy lost his enthusiasm.

âLet me finish. I am sorry I canât help you with that. ''Butâ'' , he stressed the word, âThere's a friend of mine who is also a magician. His style is a lot more similar to yours and he might accept you. But I warn you that he hasn't accepted an apprentice in years. I can take you to him -he lives in the capital of this land- but it's up to you to prove yourselfâ.

Wiz looked up at Mardolf, his disappointment turning back to excitement and as the tip of the sun appeared behind the boy, he could see the orange robes; the still mostly blonde tufts of hair on the wizard's head; a kind smile on his face.

âBut all of that only if your parents agree of courseâ.

 

Upon his return by the side of the magician and when his parents were brought back from their frantic search, Wiz received a flustered hug from his mother and subsequently an admonishing from both of them, which however he could feel overflowing with concern and relief. Even before he suddenly disappeared, he must have made them very worried with his act. And then when he went missing, they couldnât even ask help from their neighbours. In retrospect, Wiz realised his actions had been more inconsiderate than what youâd expect for something done in consideration of them.

Once they felt satisfied in confirming their boy was fine and having released their built up stress, they finally had enough room to think about more than their family and turned to Mardolf. It was more than surprising to find a man such as him escorting their son, but they had to thank him nonetheless.

âYou have our utmost gratitudeâ, his mother began. âReally, we canât thank you enough. Will you come in for some tea? Oh, but we havenât asked you for your name, how rude of usâ.

âMom! Canât you tell just by looking, heâs the Orange Wizard of courseâ, Wiz called after her as she almost forcibly led Mardolf inside the house.

âThatâs not a name, son. Also thatâs stereotypingâ, his father interjected; his tone was jovial despite the situation they were in until very recently, but that might have been intentional so as to discharge the tension.

âThis way please. Iâm Mira and thatâs my husband Roland. Of course, youâve already met Wiz. And youâd be?â Wizâs mother spoke as she directed the wizard to sit down by their table.

âMardolf. The nameâs Mardolf. Although I am unfortunately also known as the Orange Wizard like your son put itâ.

âA wizard huh? Thatâs curiousâ, the father replied eyeing his son, as Mardolf hand-signalled the mother that tea wasnât necessary. âWhat brings you so far out to our places?â

âJust some old obligations Iâve been meaning to see to for a while nowâ, the magician said as he resigned that heâd be served tea whether he liked it or not. âMore importantly though escorting your son back here is not the only reason Iâm hereâ.

âIs that so?â

âWhen I met Wiz outside the village he was in quite the depressed state, but as Iâm sure youâll have noticed that is no longer the case and itâs not just because he met an old man. His mood changed because he came up with the plan to become my apprenticeâ.

Rolandâs eyes frowned a bit as the implication of the suggestion dawned on him. Miraâs head popped up from the kitchen, âYou want to take Wiz with you?â

âActually no. I declinedâ.

âWhatâs that? Are you saying heâs not good enough for you?â Wizâs father did not take kindly to that response either.

âNo no, I simply do not take students myself. Wiz himself does have potential I believeâ.

âHow can you tell?â Wiz was curious, even as his father still looked unappeased.

âOne can sense such things if theyâre trained enoughâ.

âIf thatâs the case and you donât intend to take him, why are you here then?â Wizâs mother made sure not to be left out of the conversation even though she was in a different room.

âI had a counter-proposal that led us here. A friend of mine in Argenturbs, by the name of Geidrich, has in fact been in search of an apprentice for a while. Although he can be picky, I believe your son has a chance to be acceptedâ.

âWhat if heâs not?â Roland enquired.

âI could look for other masters who might take him, but I canât necessarily guarantee as good living conditions or quality of teaching as Geidrich would provide. Alternatively I can bring him back and you go with whatever plan you had formed prior to my interjectionâ.

âUltimately though it does come down to him having to go awayâ, Mira sounded sad.

âMy understanding is that the village has been responding negatively to Wizâs new-found powers. I donât know how you were planning to deal with it, but surely it would be difficult to resolve the situation with Wiz staying here. Iâm not here because I want to split up families. I merely suggest this plan, because Wiz could get the chance to learn control over his powers in a supervised environment, without danger to himself or othersâ.

âWe could possibly move to the capital as well to be with himâ, Roland thought out loud.

âIâm not sure if Iâd recommend that if youâre not forced to. Geidrich may live there currently, but magicians can be rather busy. Thereâs no guarantee heâll stay there. If he takes Wiz with him, will you keep following them around the country every time they need to move? Youâll have to stop somewhere eventually, but you have a life here already. Besides, the capital is not all that friendly a place to be in eitherâ.

âBeing separated at such a distance thoughâ¦ And we donât even have cars hereâ.

Mardolf raised his eyebrow a bit at the mention of cars, but continued nonetheless, âYour son would have to leave the nest eventually anyway. You can see this as an early step towards independence. This happens with a lot of families in this land at even earlier ages anywayâ.

It looked as though Wizâs father was growing irritated again by Mardolfâs continuous rebuttals and muttered something about their not being like other families. However, before he could say anything more, his wife arrived somehow managing to balance a few cups of tea and a plate of cold jerky in her hands.

âMira, what is this? Jerky with tea?â

âWhat? Itâs good! Let me treat our guestâ, she sounded indignant.

While itâs true that meat could be scarce in a kingdom that did not know of mass production yet, Wizâs mother was not your typical medieval housewife. Beyond applying the skill sheâd acquired in sewing and other crafts, she also occupied herself with other activities in varying frequency, one of which happened to be hunting. As such, not only was their family in a position to possess such jerky, but also to be able to freely offer it to guests as a tasty breakfast snack to go with tea.

Wiz wrinkled his nose at the scent of the tea as his mother passed the cups around, âDonât you have something less caffeinated?â he requested.

âShush you! You think you deserve special treatment after the stunt you just pulled?â, she wouldnât have it. âNow then. Herr Mardolf seems to think very highly of Herr Geidrich, but is there anything more you could tell us about him? You understand Iâm sure that we canât simply hand off our son to just anyoneâ.

âIâve known Geidrich for the longest timeâ, Mardolf sipped some tea, but had not as of yet touched the jerky. âHe and I basically grew up together. Heâs one of the best people I know. I can assure you heâs a very kind person who will respect your son and treat him fairly. He loves what he does and Iâm sure heâll be passionate about teaching as wellâ.

âEven so, meeting him in order to judge ourselves would be bestâ, Roland said. âItâd be three daysâ travel to Argenturbs by cart, but I donât know if we can get one. Perhaps in Otterâs Spring, if the news havenât already spread thereâ.

âA cart isnât needed. I can take you there todayâ, Mardolf replied and was met with a lot of surprised looks, Wizâs specifically being coloured by excited glee, but he wasnât entirely alone in that feeling.

âWhat seriously? You can do that?â his father asked.

âWhy yes, we wizards can have conveniences like thatâ.

âMagic sure is something. Makes you wonder what all those rumours about you walking from village to village wereâ.

âAh, those were different circumstancesâ.

âI do believe weâre getting somewhat off-trackâ, Mira interjected. âYouâd be fine then with taking some of us with you to the capital, Herr Mardolf?â

âI donât see a problem. And I understand you would be concerned over your son being alone with a stranger like meâ.

âAnd when would you be able to take us?â

âToday preferablyâ.

Wiz almost yelped in alarm at the sound of that. Although heâd been excited at the idea of this new apprenticeship and glad a solution had been found, he wasnât quite ready to say goodbye to his old life just yet. A look to his parents revealed that they might have been more prepared for such an answer, but were still distraught. âSo soonâ¦â his mother muttered.

âIâm afraid Iâm rather busy and canât stay here too long. And if the situation gets any worse soon, the villagers could get violent. Iâm sure weâd all like to avoid thatâ.

âOf courseâ¦â Mira responded. âI more or less have an idea of what youâre proposing now. I do have one last question though. Why are you so keen on helping a few strangers like us?â

The wizard smiled faintly, âWhy indeed? I was once a magician boy myself. Perhaps, I relate to him. Or I might want to groom the next generation. Who knows?â

âI see. In that case, could you give us some time to discuss this?â

âOf course. I believe I saw a rather pretty forest while I was getting here. Perhaps Iâll go have a walk. Now letâs seeâ, Mardolf looked at his left arm at what appeared to be a watch -an operating one unlike any of the ones Wiz had seen beforeâ âHow about I return by noon and we see what weâll do by then?â

Having agreed to that arrangement, the little party broke off with most of the tea drunk and the jerky barely touched by anyone other than Wiz, who was just hungry and didnât drink tea anyway, and his mother. Mardolf quickly took off and Wiz wondered how heâd manage in the village now that it would be bustling with activity, especially with tensions already risen due to him. However, no disturbance ensued after his departure, so he had to assume the magician had slipped away somehow.

Although the boy had been content letting the adults do most of the conversation previously, himself having already pretty much decided, once Mardolf left, the centre stage returned to him. While his parents still hesitated to give him up and wanted to talk about that, the question of what Wiz wanted was quickly raised.

âI think trying out Mardolfâs plan is the best choice right nowâ, he replied thoughtfully. âI did after all originally suggest becoming Mardolfâs apprentice. I donât want to separate from youâ¦ But I donât know if thereâs another wayâ.

âYouâre probably rightâ, his father admitted. âAnd if thatâs what you want, we shouldnât stop you. Granted that this Geidrich fellow is to be trusted. We need to make sure to judge him thoroughlyâ.

âIn regards to that, I think you should probably stay behind, Roland. We havenât decided if we want to move to the capital as well, yet, so itâd be sensible to continue repairs on the smithy for now. In the meantime I can go with Mardolf and Wiz to meet Geidrich and find out if we can stay in Argenturbs or notâ.

âMmm. That seems reasonable. Though Iâd hate to be here alone not knowing whatâs happening where you areâ.

âIâm sure you can manage as much, honeyâ.

âDonât be sarcastic nowâ.

They continued to mull over the several details of the proposal for some time and Wiz used this chance to savour this time with his family, knowing it would (probably) come to an end very soon. After a while, though, Wiz had to break off of them even as their time together was limited in order to deal with some more of his responsibilities.

As the good friend he was, Wiz did not make it his business to remember Garvusâs day-to-day schedule, something which often infuriated Garvus when Wiz would make plans forgetting everything his friend had told him. However, in that occasion he just happened to have an idea âor maybe he just searched his brains that hard enough, something which he did not typically have the willingness to doâ and he headed for the little forest at the south of the village ânot the one he typically explored or where Mardolf must have gone to now, but rather a smaller and younger oneâ where he believed Garvus and his brothers must have gone foraging and picking up wood.

Although heâd been very scared to deal with his fellow villagers last day, now that he felt heâd found his place in the world again, his confidence in facing the village had returned. Even so, he kept to the safe side, opting to avoid causing an incident and walked out the village as discreetly as possible. Upon reaching the forest, he soon was met with the sight of children, both older and younger than him, scattered all around collecting wood branches, food or other provisions. Some of them saw him, too, and then proceeded to look the other way with a scared expression or even moved farther away from him. Wiz did not mind though, for it was only a specific person he was looking for. He did play with the other children too, of course, but as their reaction now showed he was not nearly as close with them as with Garvus.

As he searched, memories of all the occasions heâd dragged Garvus around for whatever crazy idea he got at the time came to him. Once, he remembered, heâd woken him up in the middle of the night to go observe the full moon, because it looked âdifferentâ that night. Another time heâd brought his friend with him in the rain to try a recipe of making waterproof fire heâd found. It was by no means magic, but Wiz had just gotten carried away in the moment, curious to see if itâd work. It didnât and they both got a good scolding after they returned home soaked.

Garvus was by no means a willing sidekick, but heâd ultimately always gone along with Wizâs absurd plans, even if he made it his mission to try and inject some sense into them lest they destroy the world one day. And although he complained a lot and teased him (before or after Wizâs spectacular failures and sometimes maybe both), Wiz knew he enjoyed the ride nonetheless. To that good friend, he now had to say goodbye.

A few turns around trees later, Wiz found his friend gathering mushrooms. Behind a tree trunk, he started waving his hands to get the boyâs attention without being noticed by his brothers, but as soon as Garvus saw him his face assumed a sour exasperated expression. He proceeded to try and shoo Wiz away with his hands. Wiz would have none of it, however,and he started signalling for Garvus to come close even more frantically. Garvus responded with the mimicking of walking with his fingers, then pointing at Wiz, showing the mushrooms and then pointing at himself. Wiz waved his hands no and motioned for Garvus to join him behind the tree with wide movements of his arms, trying to show it was important. Garvusâs next set of charades included him kicking the air, hitting his fist upon his open hand and angrily shaking it at him. Wiz was about to answer in kind, but then it occurred to him that this would probably not be very productive. Instead he called out to him as quietly as he could muster, âCome here you foolâ.

Garvus responded similarly, âWiz, I thought you understood yesterday. Though you did seem kinda weird. We canât be meeting like-â

âItâs not about thatâ, the other boy cut him off. âThis is a lot bigger than that. We need to talkâ.

Garvus sighed and finally gave up, approaching Wiz to talk to him.

âI hope to God no one sees us or Iâll get hell just because of you. I figured you might want to try risky things like meeting up in secret, but itâs crazy when my brothers are right there! So, whatâs it?â

Typical Garvus, laying down all his objections and then jumping right on board anyway. Wiz smiled, but also felt a twinge of sadness at the same time realising that what he was about to tell his friend meant he wouldnât get to experience the typical Garvus any more.

âOkay, so I got a bit panicked yesterday night âor was it today morningâ and tried to run awayâ, Wiz started talking quickly, ignoring Garvusâs exclamation at his revelation. âBut then I met Mardolf and he brought me back. Ah thatâs the Orange Wizard, of courseâ. He received even further surprise from the boy. âLong story short, he wants me to try to become a wizardâs apprentice. Not his though, his friendâs. I think he called him Geidrich. But Iâll have to go to the capital. And Iâm leaving today and Iâll very likely not be coming back. So basically what Iâm saying is I need to say goodbyeâ, and with that he let himself breathe.

Garvus was left dumbfounded afterwards and needed a moment to process all the information, âAn apprenticeâ¦ In the capitalâ¦ That would indeed be a good solution to your problem. Though itâs very sudden. But thatâs probably for the best. Hmm yes this make a lot of sense. The Orange Wizard though, ha? I guess itâs rightful that heâd fix the problems he causedâ.

Wiz was about to ask what Garvus meant by that, but then he remembered that he had indeed first released his magic after getting excited about meeting the Orange Wizard.

âSo that means weâre parting. There go your dreams about uncovering the magic of Burkborrow. What a shame. But then again you should probably not complain with the amount of magic youâll get to stuff in your brain at a magicianâs study. Good for youâ.

âThe storyâs that Iâm going to live with a relative far away from here, so donât blow it. My parents might still stay here, so itâd be troublesome if everyone learnt the truthâ.

âDuly notedâ.

Both boys paused unsure what else to say. Then, Wiz spoke up, âSo I guess this is is goodbyeâ.

âI guess this is goodbyeâ, they stared at each other for a moment then Garvus continued. âI suppose you must not have a lot of free time right now and Iâve got to get back too, soâ¦â he made to turn back, but then Wiz grabbed his friendâs arm and stopped him. Tears were welling up in his eyes.

âYou jerk! Why are you so emotionless? Your friendâs leaving forever! Is that all youâve got to say? Idiot!â

âYouâre the idiot! Leaving forever? Donât kid me. Iâm sure someone as stubborn as you would make sure to come back no matter what. So, itâs not goodbye you know. Itâs auf wiedersehenâ, the pitch of their voices was rising dangerously and so they were getting squeaky.

âOh is that so? You think youâve got it all figured out? Well, Iâll let you know that you say my dreams are gone just because Iâm leaving, but actually my will still lives on here! So in my stead go on and become a great scholar yourself, the grand scholar of Burkborrow respected by everyoneâ.

âI donât think Burkborrow needs a scholarâ.

âThey think they donât, but you show them whatâs right. So, make sure that by the time Iâve come back youâll have educated them well enough so that theyâll welcome me with open arms. Thatâs how good of a scholar I want you to be. And Iâm sure youâll be able to find the magic yourself, so donât just let my dream die so easilyâ, by that point, both boys were letting their tears flow freely, with no care for their boysâ pride.

âThatâs one tall order youâve given meâ.

âWell you know me, always attempting impossible tasksâ.

âWizâ¦â

âYes?

âYou knowâ¦ I donât think youâd make for a very good scholar anywayâ.

And the crying was mixed with laughter, as was appropriate for this bittersweet conversation.

 

Removing himself from his friend and parting for who knows how long was a lot harder than Wiz had anticipated before he met up with Garvus. Heâd gotten a lot more worked up than he expected. In the end, Garvusâs younger brother had to come looking for him in order for the two boys to remember they should both be going. On his way back, Wiz tried to dry his eyes so that it wouldnât show to his parents heâd been crying. However, it wasnât long after he entered the village again that he encountered a young girl before his path.

It was a person heâd not met a lot in person âin fact Wiz couldnât remember a time when theyâd directly spoken to each other off the top of his headâ, but she was not entirely unfamiliar to him. She was the daughter of the Perrauts, referred to as such by most rather than her given name because of how much of a sheltered life she lived that led to most villagers having barely met her even in their close-knit rural community. Wiz pondered how rare it was to meet her like that, out in the open. In fact, now that he thought about it, wasnât she supposed to be at a boarding school at that time?

Wiz shared a rather strange relationship with that girl. The Perrauts had always piqued Wizâs interest, because they also happened to be foreigners and Wiz wondered why their families did not get along any better due to that common denominator. Perhaps they were separated by class because the Perrauts were rich, or at least understood to be by the common villagers of Burkborrow. Wiz, too, lacked a standard to compare them in order to determine how wealthy they really were. However, what had actually driven him to approach Carter Perraut, the father of the family, was the manâs study, the largest collection of books one could find in miles. Also, practically the only one aside from what books you could find at the church and the couple his own parents had at home, but its uniqueness did not mean it would compare any less handsomely if there were more rivals. The young Wiz, thirsting for knowledge of all kinds, found himself tempted by the idea of such collection and the man who hoarded them so near him.

At first, when heâd talked to Perraut, heâd seemed hesitant about the idea, but eventually heâd allowed Wiz access to the study and most of the books it offered. By some allusions of his, Wiz suspected that the manâs daughter might have had something to do with convincing him. He wasnât sure why sheâd do so, but heâd figured with such overprotective parents, she probably didnât have many friends. Contrary to that idea, however, she hadnât utilised that chance to talk to him at all.

But that did not mean their communications were non-existent. Their similar roots from the lands of Galaz tied them together and they soon ended up exchanging messages through various means written in Expian, the language both had learnt at home. Thrilled by the idea of communicating in a language that only they understood, theyâd proceeded to talk about all sorts of stuff freely, including making fun of their neighbours. In the end, however, the fun had to end when they were reminded they werenât the only speakers of that language by their angry parents whoâd discovered what theyâd been doing.

And thus such were the circumstances that had led to him being acquainted with her and yet only then getting to see her face so clearly for the first time. Wiz had come to the conclusion that the girl was a cryptic person who enjoyed operating from the shadows rather than openly; or alternatively that was the only way she could sneak through her parentsâ vigilance to contact the world outside her home (and school in recent years). This understanding made it all the more peculiar to Wiz that she would choose to walk out in the open like that on that occasion.

And the first impression she had on Wiz on that special occasion was how she was actually taller than him. She was in fact around the same age as him, but what he had not accounted for was the girlsâ tendency to grow faster than boys at that age. Wiz walked towards her, unsure if her staring at him was because she intended to talk to him or because she was also scared of him, but he felt somewhat intimidated by her imposing demeanour either way. The height difference might have been a factor, too. As he came close, she finally spoke.

âI learnt that youâre leaving fer the big city tae become a braw wizard!â she said with a straight-voweled rhotic accent of Expian; Wiz remembered sheâd mentioned in one of their exchanged letters that her family had origins in a land called Batheia.

Wiz was caught off-guard by that statement, more of an announcement than a question, âHow do you know that? Itâs hardly been decidedâ.

The girl laughed a little at his confusion, âThose who have ears hearâ.

âAnd would you consider that most donât have ears?â Wiz was caught up in the moment and forgot the original topic.

âNot like some daeâ, she said emphatically.

âLike who?â Wiz continued to be clueless.

âSo, in the end, youâre running awayâ, she ignored the question. âIs it because theyâre scared of you? Because youâre scared of them?â

Wiz frowned, âWhat else was I supposed to do? Itâs more complicated than thatâ.

âIâm nae scared of you though. Itâs a pity youâre leaving. Ah was rather fond of yeâ.

âYou barely knew meâ, Wiz noted perplexed.

âI dinnae need to meet you, to ken you, Wiz Ardonâ, the girl seemed to take enjoyment in confusing him. Wiz supposed she meant the letters theyâd shared, but on top of it sheâd just called him a word which he didnât quite recognise immediately. He wondered if it was part of her Batheian dialect, but Wiz thought heâd seen it before somewhere. Searching all over his mind, he finally remembered stumbling upon it in a book that inserted a lot of old Galazian words in its text. If he recalled correctly, it meant something likeâ¦

âWhoâre you calling strange? Youâre one to talkâ, Wiz did not mind that characterisation so much, but he couldnât ignore that the kettle was calling the pot black.

Somehow she managed to chuckle without diminishing that mysterious air of hers, âI guess ye might be right. Ahâm a strange yin as wellâ, being amused seemed to thicken her accent. âI shouldnât keep you long though. I telt you whit I wanted. Good luck and haste ye backâ.

With this rather abrupt end to the conversation, the Perrautsâ daughter turned to leave. Wiz, however, had still questions unanswered, âWait, where are you going? You havenât explained anything yet. What was this meeting all about?â However, the girl kept on walking without responding and Wiz didnât follow her, although it was probably due to the pressure of time rather than any particular respect for her wishes. And thus the odd meeting was concluded with further mystery and Wiz was further convinced the girl liked to be cryptic for the sake of being cryptic.

 

By noon, Wiz was just about done packing. Although he had already gone through a similar process during the night, he needed a rather different array for this kind of journey and had to start all over. Perhaps, it took him so long because deep down inside he didnât want to be ready to leave.

If there was any working watch in the house, perhaps its residents could have noticed that the wizardâs knock had taken place right on twelve oâclock. When Mardolf arrived, Wiz had to dash for one last thing and thus he wasnât there when his mother opened the door. She greeted him warmly, though some melancholy was concealed behind her smile.

âItâs about time thenâ, the wizard spoke. âIs he ready?â

âIn a few momentsâ.

âI see. Will you and your husband be coming with?â Mardolf took note of the travelling clothes the woman was wearing.

âJust me. Roland will stay here to continue working on the workshopâ.

âYouâve chosen to stay here after all then?â

âWe havenât decided yet. Weâll determine what the best choice is once I visit Argenturbs and meet Geidrichâ.

âThat seems reasonableâ.

Wiz and his father showed up at that moment, the latter carrying a suitcase while the former wore a backpack, both of which were filled to the brim. âIâm readyâ, the boy announced.

âWeâll be leaving at once if you donât mind, so how about you say your final goodbyes. Bear in mind that you might not come back and your father might not come with you laterâ.

Roland put the luggage down and then knelt down on Wizâs level before proceeding to hug him tightly, âBe strong now. Thereâs a chance we might not see each other for a while, but Iâm sure youâll do great. Have confidence and go give them hellâ.

âYou donât need to worry about me. Iâll be fine, Iâm sure of it. Even though Iâll miss you. But Iâll write letters and come visit if I canâ.

âWeâll be able to meet for sure. I wonât just let my son be alone like that. Iâll always protect youâ.

âI love you dadâ.

âI love you, too, sonâ, the big man smiled to Wiz, whose eyes had gone watery. Then he ended his bear hug and getting up gave a hearty push on his childâs back, âNow off you go. Become a great magician your father can be proud of. Donât you dare think you can slack off and do this half-heartedly. Your father will be angry if he had to let you go for something you donât put your heart intoâ.

âOf courseâ, Wiz grinned. âWhen have I ever done anything other than what I love?â

He didnât really want to go, but he couldnât say that at that point. Besides, if he did, he felt that heâd lose all his determination. He couldnât be weak now. There was only one path forward.

âIâll see you soonâ, he said instead of goodbye.

âNot if I see you soonerâ, and with those silly clichÃ© words father and son parted ways.

Once outside, Mardolf took a look around at the people moving about or loitering in the road, but he then motioned for them to move with no concern on his face. Wiz wondered what they were going to do about the two of them, the demonised kid and the man in actual wizard garb, but to his surprise he soon realised that none of the villagers were paying attention to them. He looked to Mardolf in amazement. Was this his doing? His mother also seemed to be curiously taking note of the fact.

This further examination revealed a different image of the man to Wiz. Now that he saw him in broad daylight and when he wasnât distracted by a conversation that would decide his future or saying goodbye to his father, he noticed that the magician actually had a rather shabby appearance. His clothes were worn, sewed and patched up all over and his hat was crumpled and turning at a weird angle. To complete his image as wild wizard, he walked supporting himself with a knobbly wooden staff. Somehow, though, this image didnât lessen his respect for him at all (not that he didnât know a lot of raggedy people like that anyway).

They continued their way, Wiz with his backpack, his mother carrying the suitcase for him, Mardolf supporting his weight on his staff, and mostly stayed silent for a while, but as they approached the Old Woods, a thought occurred to Wiz, âIf you can take us to the capital right away, why are we walking?â

âWell, I consider it rather rude to teleport off of peopleâs homes and we canât do it out in the village. Weâre not really invisible, so casting this kind of magic would attract attention anyway. Weâll teleport once we get to the forestâ.

âSo, is that what you did? Made them not notice us even if they could see us!â.

âThatâs a fancy trickâ, his mother added.

âYou think so?â

âOf courseâ, Wiz said excitedly. âThis morning you also said one can sense things like someoneâs magic, if youâre trained. How do you do that?â

âYou just need to know where and what to look for. Itâs not quite physical so itâd be hard to explain right now. Geidrich will surely teach you about it if he accepts youâ.

âDo you always use magic so casually?â Mira asked.

âNot always. Part of being a good magician is knowing when to use magic and when not to. But a few conveniences here and there do not hurtâ.

The question of using magic or not brought up a few of Wizâs own thoughts, âMagicâ¦ do you think it lies closer with good or evil?â

âWhatâs this serious question all of a sudden? Have you been worried about that all this time?â

âI told you before, Wiz, youâre still the same sweet boy as alwaysâ, his mother weighed in. âMagic alone is not enough to sway you either wayâ.

âWell, Iâll admit Iâve met lots of magicians who went down the dark path. Itâs not that hard, when you grasp this power in your hands that others donât have, getting carried away is not that hard. I suppose if I were to say, magic isnât quite good or evil, but itâs rather temptation. Thereâs a lot you can do with it. And humans have a great ability of imagining the worst things they can do to one another. If you donât want to be corrupted, then you need to resist that temptation. That is the responsibility every magician carries. But Iâm sure youâll do fine, Wiz. Worrying about this shows your heartâs in the right place after all. You just need to keep your vigilance and youâll not veer off the path you want to followâ.

Mardolfâs words weighed heavy on Wiz. Part of him had wished for a simple answer like the one his mother had offered, but he appreciated the wizardâs honesty. He wouldnât have asked if he only wanted the easy answers.

âIs it really this bad?â Mira asked. âSurely, just magic like that canât change someone so drasticallyâ.

âYouâd be surprised. Itâs like getting rich all of a sudden. You canât predict what a person like that will do. Iâve seen all sorts of things these past yearsâ.

âThereâs really that many people like that out there. And you never even realise it. Sounds scaryâ.

âYou donât know the half of it. But luckily thereâs also people who will stand for what is rightâ.

âThey must have guts. You should grow up to be like that, too, Wiz. Though preferably youâd stay out of dangerâ.

Soon enough, the three of them were properly concealed in the shadows of the Old Woods and Mardolf stopped. He offered a hand to each of them and instructed them to hold tightly.

âThis partâs a bit tricky, so do your best to bear with itâ, he warned.

Suddenly, Wiz experienced a most bizarre feeling. He felt like he was moving at an incredible speed, but couldnât tell in what direction, if not all of them. His stomach tried to fly upwards, but his feet wanted to stay attached to the ground. His lungs tried to expand, but his whole body was being subjected to strong pressure from outside, as if the air was crushing him. Lastly, he felt himself being pulled by the arm that was grabbing onto Mardolf. Overall, it wasnât the most pleasant feeling in the world. Thankfully, it only lasted momentarily, but it still left him dizzy and with an urge to vomit. His mother also looked pale, but Mardolf seemed fine.

âIt takes some getting used toâ, he asserted.

Wiz paid little attention to him at that point, though, because as he started to feel better he finally noticed his surroundings. They no longer were at the gnarled woods outside Burkborrow, but on a vast green plain that was framed by mountains in all the wrong places. Most eye-catching of all, however, was the enormous city that stood before them with its tall proud walls. Wiz had never seen anything like it outside of picture books. The actual city inside couldnât be seen, but even just the walls with their multiple towers and the little ant-like figures crawling on top of them were impressive enough. A few more towers rose behind them were the only thing peaking above the walls and he assumed they belonged to the royal palace.

âItâs certainly an impressive sightâ, Wizâs mother responded to the glee on his face as she eyed it with interest herself. âItâs the first time for me, too, although Iâve seen other big cities beforeâ.

Once his thoughts went back in order, Wiz realised that this was the first time Mardolf had cast real verifiable magic. Any time before that one could have rationalised it as the man deceiving them in some way or another, but this time there was no denying it.

âShall we head there? If we donât hurry, there might not even be time for Wiz to be tested todayâ, Mardolf waved in the general direction of the paved road unfolding before them and leading to the cityâs gates.

âHow come you didnât take us inside right off the bat, near your friendâs house?â Wiz asked as they started down the road.

âThere are enchantments in place so as not to allow this very thing. Otherwise enemy sorcerers could just break in any momentâ, Mardolf explained.

âAnd whoâs the enemy?â

âThe other Six Kingdoms. Though I believe this one is currently on good terms with Ferrum Regnum and Viridi Regnum. But itâs unfortunate how the Seven Kingdoms are constantly feuding with each otherâ.

Wiz had learnt about the Seven Kingdoms of Castellar Regnum in his lessons, but it didnât quite occur to him that the conflicts he knew of from history were still ongoing. He didnât follow the current politics, but hardly anyone in Burkborrow did anyway. After all, any news other than outright war would rarely reach all the way to their village. However, it certainly made sense now that he thought about it. And the suddenly striking idea that a new war other than those heâd been taught of could break out in the future seemed frightening to him.

Soon they approached the gate and with it the hustle and bustle of people going in and out of the city. A lot more people than Wiz expected gathered in that one location, whether they were attending to some business or merely travelling like them. The group got somewhat dense as they neared the gate, but mostly because a cart happened to pass through at the time. The guards didnât give them any trouble, though Mardolf did attract some gazes âfrom the public as well as them. And thus they got through to the other side.

The sight that they were met with was even more imposting than that of the walls. Layers upon layers of buildings of wood and stone stretched before them for as long as the eye could see. And the terrain went down a slope in that area before it rose again, so they could see a respectable amount. Houses big and small, old and new, luxurious mansions to the poorest of shanties created a colourful pattern like an oddly put together jigsaw. And rising above it all in the background was the royal castle, a majestic piece of architecture, created with both art and utility in mind.

âWelcome to Argenturbs!â Mardolf announced.

Wiz watched in awe as the sight unfolded before him. Besides the buildings themselves, the people impressed him as well. There were so many of them busy in the city streets talking loudly and causing a racket; Wiz thought he might have seen more people with one glance here than there actually were in his entire village.

They continued to walk through the crowd now and Mardolf talked, âNow Wiz. You must be careful in big cities like this. While magicians favoured by the king or the nobles are accepted here, you should know that the high class would see no problem regarding anyone theyâve not approved of as scum, a fraudster and a traitor. And if you make an enemy of them, you might have the commoners turn against you as well. It wonât be a lot different than what would have happened if you stayed in Burkborrow. Now, Geidrich will protect you and make sure youâre not persecuted by anyone if he takes you under his wing, but until youâve made sure of his protection, you should exercise caution. And even after that, donât do anything to turn the noblesâ attention on you. Itâs better if they donât register you at allâ.

âThis certainly is a complicated world Wiz is headed toâ, Mira commented. âAre you sure it will be all right?â

âAs long as your boy keeps a good head on himâ.

âThat is precisely what Iâm afraid ofâ.

âHey, Iâm not that reckless. I know when not to push my limitsâ.

âAttempting to run off on your own seems pretty reckless in my bookâ.

âAre you going to hold that over me forever?â

âThat was basically today!â

âThereâs no need to argue. Iâm sure it will work outâ.

âNo no, Herr Mardolf. If I am to let this gremlin start his new career on his own, I must make sure he understands the position heâs in firstâ.

âI get it. Believe me, Iâm the last person whoâd want me to be in danger. Iâll make sure to be safeâ.

âWeâll see about thatâ.

âGeidrich would keep him in check as well, so donât worryâ.

It hurt Wiz that his motherâs trust in him had been wounded after the incident of his attempted running away, although he did understand why sheâd think that way. He didnât want it to be like this though.

It took some time to get deeper into the city, in the older and richer districts. On their way, Mardolf bought some food that could be eaten on the go, informing them they might not get to eat for some time subsequently. After they crossed a bridge across a river, they soon came to another smaller wall enclosing the part of the city where the nobility lived. Unlike the previous wall, however, when they arrived to its gate, the guards stopped them and asked their business.

âI am the wizard Mardolf the Orange! I am here to see the wizard Geidrich the Azure!â Mardolf informed them. Wiz wondered if Mardolfâs raggedy appearance would hinder him, but apparently the guards were fine with him.

âAnd the two of them?â

âTheyâre with meâ, the magician said simply.

The questioning guard seemed to fight an urge to state that that was obvious since he momentarily rolled his eyes, but said no more. Beyond the status wizards whoâd not been cast away by the high society enjoyed, it was common knowledge that angering a wizard leads to no good, so there was not much more the guards could do. Thus they were let through.

They were near their destination now and as a result both Wiz and his mother tensed up. On the one hand, the anxiety that he might not actually be taken in by Geidrich was finally starting to kick in. On the other, the sooner their journey was over, the sooner Wiz would have to say goodbye to his mother possibly and they didnât know how quickly that would happen after they entered Geidrichâs house. They steeled their nerves, however, and kept on going.

Mardolf led them to a relatively small mansion, compared to the other buildings one would find in that district, which had however a sizeable garden. They let themselves into the grounds as there was no one or nothing to stop them and finally walked up to the doorstep. The magician knocked three times and Wiz breathed in deeply. He was really getting nervous now.

A manservant opened the door âat least Wiz understood him to be a servant when Mardolf asked him to inform Geidrich that they had arrived; the boy didnât actually know to distinguish a servant from other people â and let them in. They were led to a chamber where a couple of people were waiting, one of them wearing similar clothes to the servant, the other one being a young woman, who naturally was dressed in entirely different garb. They both eyed the suitcase Wizâs mother was carrying expressionlessly. Although they didnât probably have any luggage like that, they likely understood what it was used for and they must have thought it presumptuous of them to bring it with them, even if they didnât show it.

âSir and the madam will have to wait hereâ, the servant explained. âThe boy goes on aloneâ, he showed a door opposite the one theyâd come from.

Wiz shot a frightened look at his mother and she seemed concerned as well. She grabbed her sonâs shoulder as if to protect him from something. Wiz knew she was a brave woman who alone could face any dangers, but even she couldnât relax so easily when it came to her son.

âDonât worry. Wiz will be fineâ, Mardolf reassured. âThis is just how Geidrich does things, but he wonât harm Wiz. He wonât be alone anyway. The other children who are waiting will be there, tooâ.

Wiz didnât want to go alone at all, but he had to, so he took another deep breath and nodded to his mother as if to say it would be all right. âSee you on the other sideâ, Mardolf said. âIâll be cheering you onâ, his mother seemed to have found her confidence again, even if it was merely a mask. With that, Wiz followed the servant to the other room.

There he found three more people of varying ages, but not too far off his, sitting on a sort of stone bench that was embedded on the wall and went all around the entire room. The two of them, a boy and a girl, were very well-dressed in stylish clothes that Wiz suspected belonged to the noble class. The third person, however, a girl younger than all of them was the pure antithesis of the two others, wearing rags that barely constituted clothes and being dirty all over. Though the two opposite ends of a spectrum, Wiz thought he understood what they both were doing there. On the one hand, there were the nobles who hoped to rise in status by training in magic under a famous wizard. On the other hand, the poor girl had probably been left there by parents who didnât know what to do with her in hope that Geidrich would take her in in their place. The fact that no guardian was waiting for her on the previous room supported that story. He ''did ''wonder, though, how theyâd managed to get her through the inner wall.

As soon as he entered and sat down on his own corner, the other boy made a sound of âTsk!â expressing clear disapproval in something about Wiz, who admittedly more closely resembled the dirty girl than the perfectly shining children of the nobles. Wiz examined him for a moment and the boy stared back with his sour expression turning rather hostile. Opposite him, the noble girl looked somewhat dejected or even bored. The younger girl was just simply cowering in her own corner trying not to attract attention.

After a few moments, perhaps once heâd made sure that no one was responding to his previous provocation, the boy spoke up, âI just donât understand what ''these ''people are doing here. Magic is not something for commoners to handle. It rightfully belongs to the nobility. You guys can just go and get lost, because in a minute Iâll go in there and become Geidrichâs apprentice unlike any of youâ.

 The older girl looked at him with an uninterested expression, âYou do know that Geidrich was also once just a commoner, right?â

 âAnd whatâs ''your'' problem?â

âNothing. Iâm just saying class has nothing to do with thisâ.

âThen what?â

âTalent. All these people are looking for is talent. Let me tell you all three of my brothers tried Geidrichâs test before me and none of them passed. Iâm not going to pass either. The scaredy-cat who was abandoned by her parents for no reason actually related to magic surely wonât pass. And neither will you. None of us will. No one can handle Geidrichâs impossible tasksâ.

âIf youâre so sure youâre such a loser, then why are you even here?â

The girl shrugged her shoulders and then went back to ignoring everyone else.

 An impossible task? He remembered Mardolf mentioning that Geidrich hadnât accepted an apprentice in years. He must have rejected a lot of them in that time. It certainly sounded ominous, but Wiz had never accepted the notion of such a thing before. Especially when it was someone else telling him it was impossible. That just made him want to try it all the more and prove they were wrong. It did make him nervous of course, hearing itâd be so difficult, but he wasnât more bothered by that than the realisation that heâd have to wait a rather long time before he was tested himself.

The room was immersed into silence once again and the boy didnât attempt to break it again. A few minutes later, just as he had said, the door at the end of the room opened and a voice asked for Dingfelder and the obnoxious boy walked in wearing an arrogant smirk to hide his own anxiety. After he was gone, no one else was interested in speaking to the others and there were no newcomers. It took a while for Dingfelder to finish, but eventually the noble girl was called in (Dingfelder must have left through some other way, because he did not return to the room). Wiz was left alone with the poor girl. Looking at her in her pitiable state âafter a point Wiz realized she wasnât trembling simply because she was scaredâ he wanted to help her, but he did not know how to.

 It took less time for the girl to finish and even less so for the young girl. Before he knew it, Wiz was called in, the last one of them all. By that point the day had progressed into evening and Wiz estimated it would end in a couple of hours at most.

On the other side of the door, Wiz found a man seated behind a desk, which was burdened by the weight of a good amount of books. He saw no bookshelves on the walls, though, so he thought that must not be the manâs actual study. There were large windows facing to the west, so the room was brightly lit at that hour.

The man himself was a bespectacled gentleman of shoulder-length hair and well-trimmed beard covering his cheeks, greyed too early making him look older than he actually was. A silver and golden ring bearing an azure-coloured gemstone glittered on his right handâs finger. He was dressed in flamboyant blue attire with a few touches of silver and was currently examining Wiz just like the boy was doing the reverse.

âYour name is Wiz?â he asked finally.

âYes it isâ.

âJust Wiz, youâve not received your second name yet?â

âNo, just my birth nameâ.

â And no surname?â

âNoâ.

âEven though you have a foreign accent?â

âMy parents are from abroad, but I was actually born and raised here, so Iâve never made use of a surname you seeâ.

 âUnderstoodâ, the man known as Geidrich seemed thoughtful for a moment. Then he suddenly got up. âBut damn that Mardolf! He has no sense of style. He walks around in those rags he calls robes and thinks thatâs fine for everyone? Whatâs he mean with this? Bringing you all the way here in this roughed up state? Tell me, would it hurt to fix you up a little? Clean you up, get you some fresher clothes. Whatâs the big hurry? I see children day in day out, itâs not like it would have made any difference if you had arrived a bit laterâ.

Wiz remained silent during this outburst, dumbfounded by the issue Geidrich found with him. He hoped this didnât mean he was already rejected.

âA great Enchanter once said that the most important factor in a successful magician is presentation. Hmmâ¦ Weâll really have to work in order to make you more presentableâ.

If they had to work on him, then that must mean he hadnât failed yet, âEeerâ¦ Youâve spoken to Herr Mardolf?â he asked.

âOh yes, he informed me you were comingâ.

''When? ''Wiz wondered.

âNow then. Come and sit. You donât need to worry so much, I wonât biteâ, the magician showed him to a chair and sat down again himself.

âYouâre age twelve, correct?â

âYesâ.

â You came from a village Northwest of here?â

Wiz thought it over for a moment, remembering where Burkborrow and the capital were on the map relative to each other, âYes, Burkborrowâ.

âWhat kind of life do you live back there?â

âHmm. I lived with my parents and had to do chores for sure and help my parents with work when they needed it. But I also had lessons with my mother and the local priest. And I tried to unravel the mysteries of magic, in the field or with book researchâ.

âQuite the luxurious life for a villager. You said you were trying to unravel the mysteries of magic? Even before you discovered about having it yourself?â

How much had Mardolf told him and when did he get the chance to do it? âI was always interested in magic. I used to hear a lot of stories about it as a child, so I wanted to find it myselfâ.

âIs that why you want to be my apprentice now?â at that point Geidrich got up, came by Wizâs side grabbing his arm stretching it out. He seemed to measure it.

Wiz was taken by surprise, but he figured the wizard probably wanted him to continue,âT- That and because I donât have much of a choice any moreâ.

âBecause your village doesnât want you?â he inspected the other arm. âYesâ.

âAnd why do you want to train under me specifically. Iâm not the only magic teacher you could findâ, the legs followed and Wiz had to stand up.

âWell, Herr Mardolf recommended you so I can trust you and he said youâre the best. And Iâd like to strive to be the best of myself as wellâ.

âThat is quite the admirable mindset. Would you mind if I have a look at your face for a moment?â

âA- ah, no?â

âPerfectâ, the man got his face close to Wizâs and examined it studiously. âNot a bad noseâ, he mutteredâ, then he proceeded to pull the boyâs left eyelids open and look into his eye, then switched to the other one. âYouâve got some nice shapes thereâ.

After he let go, he took a piece of parchment from the desk and made some notes, âAll right. I think weâre just about ready. Thereâs this task that I have all my candidates undertake. If you succeed, then Iâll take you as my apprentice. Come over hereâ.

Geidrich walked up to one window, which offered view to the garden, and Wiz followed, âDo you see that tree over there? I want you to go and get the fruit on it. And bring it back, byâ¦â he pulled down his sleeve and looked at a watch. Wiz was almost surprised that both wizards heâd met carried a device so unusual for their kingdom, but then he noticed there were no numbers on the watch and instead of hands, little symbols of the sun, the moon and a couple of stars were perched on it and his amazement grew to a new level. âLetâs say by sunsetâ.

The tree looked like an apple one, but no apples were growing on it. He looked all over it baffled for a moment, but then his eye caught a ray of light reflected off something. On closer inspection, he realised it was a golden fruit that grew near the top of the tree.

âHmm. It doesnât look too hard, but thereâs probably a catch. Nonetheless, I shall surely come back with it soonâ, he said confidently.

âYou seem very sure about thisâ.

âThereâs no point in not being soâ.

Besides the one heâd come from, the room had two more doors. Geidrich directed Wiz to one of them where another servant was waiting to lead him to the garden. Once outside, Wiz had to look for the tree for a while. Maybe it was being disoriented by going through all the rooms and hallways of the mansion, but when he got out he had little idea where he was relative to Geidrichâs room or the tree. Examining them one by one, he went from tree to tree. Some were entirely different, but there were more apple trees as well. Wiz regretted not paying closer attention to what his target looked like. The trees were few and far between relatively to the size of the garden, but simply going from one to another and inspecting them took a lot of time. It must have been more than half an hour later when he encountered the fourth tree he thought for sure must be the one. However, unlike the previous ones he really did find a golden apple on that one. Hoping Geidrich didnât have more than one golden apple trees, he started examining it even more carefully.

It was obvious the fruit was out of his armsâ reach. However, that did not mean he couldnât try to grab it. He suspected there would be a trick to it if everyone else before him had failed, but climbing up to get it was worth the try. After all, he needed to find out what made this task so hard in the first place. The lowest branches were close enough for him to grab, so climbing up wasnât that difficult. Heâd had a lot of practice at home after all. Yet, when he was about to reach the top and pop up above the treeâs leaves, he felt a strange sensation and then realised that instead of going up he was falling downwards. Moments later, he crashed on the ground face first feeling the scent of soil and grass in his nose.

Groaning in pain, he got up and looked around. There was definitely something suspicious about this tree, so he started searching for a way to get on top of it without climbing through the branches. To his surprise he very conveniently found a wooden ladder left on the wall nearby. Some more supplies like a bucket and big pair of scissors were placed with it and if Wiz knew about such professions he might have thought they belonged to the mansionâs gardener. But Wiz showed little care as to why they were there and instead simply chose to borrow the ladder for his task. It was somewhat heavy for him, but he carried it anyway and placed it on top of the tree. It came up a bit short, but it was better than nothing and he could deal with potential problems from up there. Or so he thought, but when he actually got up on it and neared the top an unknown force pushed him away and he dropped to the ground once more, this time on his back.

âOkay yeah so magical treeâ, Wiz noted.

While still lying on the ground, the mansion rising above him caught his attention. He gazed at the plethora of windows it featured and wondered whether Geidrich was watching from one of them. Probably. Was he laughing at him right now? Not improbable.

Standing up once more, he inspected the tree one more time. Looking at it from other sides, at different angles, he looked for a clue, a piece to the puzzle, something that would lead him to the solution of this task. If the tree would not allow him to get near the fruit, did he have to reach it remotely? He picked up some rocks and tried to hit the apple, but his aim was way off. He wondered whether that was supposed to be the only way to get it and heâd just failed, but then he reasoned what sort of magicianâs test relied solely on marksmanship? There had to be something more relevant he could do.

More relevant? Well, he was being tested for a magical apprenticeship. And it ''was ''magic that prevented him from getting the fruit. Maybe magic was the solution also. He hadnât tried to consciously do magic before, but heâd have to start soon enough, so he might as well try now. He focused his mind on the apple and he imagined it moving. He tried to picture a connection between him and it and then the fruit following it. He created several mental images and thought about it in different ways, but it didnât feel as easy to release his magic now as itâd seemed when heâd involuntarily done it before. Nevertheless, he persevered and although nothing happened for a while, at some point he thought he saw the fruit move ever slightly. There was no wind at the moment, so there was only one option. He was doing it! It hadnât felt as real before, but now he definitely could tell he could use magic. For as he got more excited about it, the fruit reflected that and moved back and forth with increasing speed. Finally success. Soon enough, the movement would cause the apple to break off its stem and fly towards him. But Wiz celebrated too soon. Instead of that, a branch suddenly snapped with a loud crack and dropped right onto his face. That tree was sure not friendly.

When he looked again, grasping his face where itâd been hit, the fruit was still again. It looked like this wasnât the way. There wasnât a lot of time left, so he had to find something else quick. Although not all were as good, he started trying any ideas he got, like poking the apple with the fallen branch or trying to jump from another tree onto the special one, even though that wouldnât normally be humanly possible. In the end, everything failed either backfiring on him or because he simply couldnât make them happen.

The sunâs tip came to touch the mountains on the horizon. He would soon run out of time and he was getting nervous. He examined the tree again and again, from close and afar, from one side and the other, from any angle he could. Its image became imprinted on him from the frantic search so that he could still see it even when he closed his eyes. There must have been something. Something to help him. And then as the sun drew closer into the embrace of the mountains, it lit the right place from the right angle on the right time for Wiz to notice the glow of a faint reflected light. He was surprised to discover an apple. It was another apple. Not a golden one though. It was red, but far from normal itself. It was shrivelled and looked sickly. What the heck was that? Why would there be two apples on the tree of the task?

He looked to the sky, which was growing orange. Was that orange for Mardolf the Orange who would come to pick him up after he failed? At least heâd get to be with his parents a little longer, right? Wait, no! He couldnât indulge himself into such a defeatist attitude. Not when he still had time left to do something about it. Heâd promised heâd put his heart into it. Heâd go all the steps to succeed.

Geidrich had told him to bring the fruit of the tree, but hadnât specified which fruit. Perhaps, if he brought the bad apple, Geidrich would accept it. There was still a risk to trying anything other than the golden apple, but it was simply not possible to find a way to get it at that point. He grabbed the red apple, hanging from one of the lowest branches and it was cut off with no protest from the tree.

With no time to waste, Wiz dashed for the door heâd come from immediately. It luckily opened right away, but as soon as he entered, he realised there was an issue. The servant was gone and he did not know his way about the mansion. Geidrich sure liked to place obstacles in his way. Itâs no wonder it was called an impossible task. With no other option, he tried to remember the path theyâd taken before and trace it backwards. He looked for any object that would serve as a landmark on his way there and some did appear occasionally, but he took a lot longer to find them than he remembered them appearing last time. Soon even those stopped making any sense though and when all hallways and rooms started to look the same, when heâd be going this way or that for too long, Wiz started suspecting that it wasnât him getting lost, but that the mansion itself wasnât playing tricks on him. At that point, he wouldnât be surprised if Geidrich had really enchanted the hallways to misdirect people or his candidates specifically.

His attempts to find his way were taking too long and he was beginning to panic. It no longer seemed very likely that heâd make it in time. To top it all off, he no longer could find any windows and thus couldnât tell how long he had left, if at all. It became painfully clear, he had to prepare for the possibility of getting to Geidrichâs room after the sun had set. Did that mean simply accepting his fate of failing or was there anything more he could do?

All of a sudden after turning around a corner, he came across a painting he was sure he recognised from when heâd just left the room Geidrich was in, due to the strange concept it depicted, of a man being attacked by tiny people covering him all over âeven though heâd never seen the hallway he had just come from before. With this encouraging twist, Wiz made the final dash to the door at the end of the corridor. He opened it and surely enough, Geidrich was in there. However, through the window behind him, he could see that the sun had disappeared behind the mountains, just recently in fact. It felt as though his innards were in all the wrong places.

âIâ¦ I haveâ¦ brought itâ¦â he announced regardless, trying to catch a breath, and held the wrinkly apple for him to see.

It looked as though Geidrich examined it for the moment, then he said, âIndeed that is the apple you are supposed to bring, but you know the sun has setâ.

âI didnât failâ, Wiz spoke before Geidrich could say anything more. âI didnât run out of time. Itâs still before sunset!â

Geidrich raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression, âHow so?â

âSince the first part of the task required thinking outside of the box, this should be right as well. You asked me to bring the fruit before sunset. But you did not specify which one. Itâs still before sunset. Tomorrowâs sunset. Thus, I have not failedâ.

Geidrich gave him a truly surprised look and then laughed heartily, âHow peculiarâ, he said finally. âI was about to accept you anyway when you offered me the fruit, but I didnât expect this. How unusualâ.

âYouâd accept me? Even if I hadnât said that?â Wiz was confused.

âWhether or not you met an arbitrary deadline was of little concern to me. I intentionally rigged it so that you couldnât anyway, so thereâs no point fretting over it. I wouldnât expect my candidates to perform perfectly without even having been trained yet. That would certainly be a paradoxâ.

âThen why?â

âWhy did I set the limit? Tell me, do you know what I was testing you on with this task?â

âNot reallyâ.

âIt wasnât about your magical talent. I already know you have great potential for it, the scent of magicâs all over you. Even a lowly warlock could tell that muchâ.

âIt wasnât about your intellectual abilities either ultimately. While certainly a factor, it wasnât the main purpose of the test. Oneâs intelligence is rather easier to determine and it, too, can be groomed and shouldnât be relied upon so heavily for someone who hasnât been taught yetâ.

âPhysical abilities are also rather irrelevant and if theyâre required at all later, you have time to improve on them. But there are qualities that cannot be taught, cannot be improved on with training, are quite hard to acquire if you do not possess them already. And yet they are essential for the making of a great magician. Being open-minded, not panicking at difficult situations, having perseverance. You may have the most talent in the world, but what could I do with you, if you lack those? You can go learn from other teachers, but I am looking for something higher than that hereâ.

âAnd so the time limit was set so that I could evaluate how you perform under pressure, how you handle situations that seem impossible. By offering me the fruit even after it was over you showed that you didnât give up till the very end. It seems very simple, but no one has done it in the last few years that Iâve been administering this test. People tend to despair and give up too soon. Avoiding that was enough for me. I was about to tell you, but then you found your own loophole around it. How clever. I would most certainly be glad to have you as my apprenticeâ.

âSirâ¦ with all due respect, youâre a bit of a jerkâ, Wiz said but was actually overwhelmed with relief on the inside.

Geidrich responded with a chuckle and then, âWith that said, how about you sit down? I was having a chat with your mother just now, so why donât you join usâ.

Hisâ¦ mother? To his amazement, Wiz found that truly his mother was in fact there in the room, on a chair positioned by the window. Was he so focused on Geidrich and convincing him that heâd tuned everything else out? She smiled at him, most likely glad that he had made it, but to Wiz it looked like she was saying, âHa! You see? I was here all alongâ.

âWell done, lilâ guyâ, she said with her actual voice. âI knew you could do itâ.

Rather than sitting down, the boy dropped on a chair, exhausted both physically and mentally. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off he realised he was very tired and hot.

âYour mother and I were just discussing your living arrangements before you got here. I donât know if youâre in a position to take it in right now thoughâ, the wizard noted how tired Wiz looked. âPerhaps we should eat something first. You must be hungryâ.

Subsequently, Geidrich led them to a dining room where they were served one of the most luxurious meals Wiz had ever had. Geidrich was a rather hospitable host and Wiz wondered whether he intended to treat them so from the start. They talked a little over some light topics and Wiz found out Mardolf had left to meet some acquaintances. Soon enough, however, more sensitive subjects were broached.

âSo, mom, did you find out whether you can stay here or not?â Wiz had not brought up that topic himself a lot since the question had been laid, because he was conflicted about what he really wanted. On the one hand, he certainly didnât want to be separated from his parents, but on the other heâd still feel somewhat guilty if they had to uproot themselves from their lives for him.

His motherâs smile at the time seemed to freeze. She didnât answer immediately, but chewed on her food first. âUnfortunately itâs not that easy, like Herr Mardolf predicted. Herr Geidrich informed me earlier that he doesnât intend to stay here in the capital for too long. It would not make sense for us to move here thenâ.

âMy main residenceâ, Geidrich explained. âis located in a rather isolated area. Thereâs no settlement to be found for days. And while I would love to house your parents when they come to visit, there would unfortunately be some complications with the king if they stayed there permanently, should they so wish. On top of that, just like now Iâm prone to travelling a lot and Iâd have to take Wiz with meâ.

All of a sudden, Wiz felt cold. Heâd not been able to fully admit it to himself, but heâd dreaded that scenario.

âSeeing as thereâs no point in staying in the capital, Iâll probably go back to Burkborrow for now and decide what weâll do together with your father by the time you move to where Herr Geidrich livesâ.

So, the final decision was being left for later. He wasnât sure if that was to allow him to hope still or his parents. He appreciated it anyway. It didnât have to end so abruptly. Whatever happened in the end, heâd probably be able to accept it more smoothly then.

âThat seems like a fine planâ, he said.

âSpeaking of which, Mira, do you intend to stay the night?â

âI think it would be preferable that I go back as quickly as possible, if Herr Mardolfâs schedule allows it. My husband still doesnât know whatâs going on, soâ¦â

âAh, that is no problem. I can inform him right away. Messenger Pigeon should be all right, yes?â

âThose actually work?â Mira asked with some disbelief.

âYes âwell, sometimesâ, and mine faster than mostâ, he replied as he produced some parchment out of a pocket and started writing something a message. âDid you really think Iâd let you travel at night, though? Why do you think I sent Mardolf away after all?â

âYou did what?â

âItâs no harm, donât worryâ, he folded the parchment and whistled some kind of call. âHe had people to talk to anyway. And thus now that you canât escape with my taxi wizard friend, how about we talk about your sleeping arrangements?â and a pigeon swooped in to take the message Geidrich had prepared.

 

On the next day, Wiz woke up uncomfortably, not having slept well in a new bed. Perhaps, though, the problem was of a more psychological nature than the actual differences in his bed. Geidrich once again ate breakfast with them and halfway through that Mardolf showed up. Following that came the moment of the final goodbye. Wiz did not know when heâd see his mother again. Thus, when they came to the mansionâs doorstep where theyâd part ways, accompanied by the two wizards, Wiz tightly wrapped his arms around her waist. This felt so much worse than the time with his father. This time, heâd really be alone afterwards.

âCheer up, kid. The dream youâve been after begins todayâ, she told him.

âI donât really want you to goâ, Wiz replied.

âI donât really want to go either. I love you. But Iâll be seeing you before you know it. Your father, too. So donât stay sad too long, okay? Enjoy your life here. And more than anything, be smart, stay safeâ.

âYou too. I love you also. So donât do anything crazy now you donât have a son to take care of. Dadâs told me how wild you can get, so donât try to deny itâ.

His mother laughed and perhaps intentionally broke it off then with a smile, âStay cool. Peace!â She nodded to Mardolf and they started going.

âIâll see you soon!â Wiz called after them and his mother gave him another smile. He watched the pair of them walk up to the outer gate for a while until they disappeared behind the gate. This really was it. The whole thing had happened too fast and Wiz had hardly had much time to think about it, but now his reality finally sank in. He was on his own now. This really was the end of an era. It made him feel lonely.

 

After remaining there and gazing blankly ahead of him for some time he was about to get back when he got his emotions in check, but then he noticed a couple of people enter. One was a woman and the other was short enough to be a child, but he didnât recognise them from that distance. He turned to Geidrich who until that point had been making himself busy by reading a book a little further inside the entrance hall.

âSomeoneâs comingâ, he informed the wizard.

With curiosity in his eyes, the man walked up to the door and looked out to see who it was and then immediately winced. Wiz also realised who it was once he looked again. The Dingfelder boy, accompanied by a woman who resembled him and wore similarly rich clothes. Probably his mother. As they got closer, Wiz could see she looked angry and he could guess her intentions. At that point, the wizard had definitely been noticed by them, so there was no point trying to avoid them, although Wiz wasnât sure if Geidrich was the type to do that.

As soon as they reached them, the woman stopped for a moment, stood proudly and glared at them. Dingfelder eyed Wiz suspiciously, his expression sourer than ever.

âSo what? Are you just going to stand there? Wonât you let us in?â the woman asked.

âI donât feel particularly inclined toâ, Geidrich definitely did not seem pleased to be having this conversation.

âSeriously? Do you have any idea who you are talking to?â

âNot particularly. Why, does it matter?â

â''Of course'' it matters! Do you think you can get away with insulting us like that? Do you know how much influence we have?â

âNot much judging by how you tried to raise your status through meâ, Geidrich sounded bored, not caring about how he enraged the noblewoman. âIs this all you came here to say?â

âNo, of course not. I am here to complain. How dare you not accept my son as your apprentice? Heâs the best candidate youâd ever getâ.

âItâs very simple really. I just chose this boy insteadâ, he pointed to Wiz.

Dingfelder now gave him a shocked face, âWhat? This guy? He passed that impossible test? How did you do it? Are you some kind of monster?â

âWhat is this? You choose this dirty commoner over my noble son? Is this country going to the dogs?â

âIâm afraid class has nothing to do with it. This boy simply had more potential as a wizard than your talentless sonâ.

âHow dare youâ¦?â

âPlease, not this again. Donât you have anything more original to say?â

The Dingfelder mother might have had more to say, but the boy interjected at that point. âNo, mother, thereâs no point trying to reason with them. Theyâre monsters. Especially that commoner. Only a monster could have passed that old cootâs testâ, Dingfelder didnât seem to care about how naively he was insulting someone far more powerful than him.

âYouâre right. We need not concern ourselves with this scum. If Geidrich associates himself with commoners, then it just means he wasnât worth our time in the first place. Letâs goâ.

With that, mother and son took off, though Dingfelder did take one last look at Wiz to cry, âYou monsterâ¦â and yet after saying he had a strange expression on his face that Wiz could not read. But later on, when he had grown more, heâd think there was disappointment in that look and jealousy. But at the time, he couldnât tell and ignored it. The conversation itself was odd and simply oozing of the two peopleâs bitterness, but it strangely affected Wiz.

âWell, that ended more easily than Iâd expected. I suppose having an apprentice is helpful after all. It makes it easier to turn down their complaintsâ.

âDidnât you say talent isnât the most important factor?â Wiz asked remembering what Geidrich had said about Dingfelder.

âWell yes, but people like them wouldnât understand that sort of thing. Now let us go before any more of them arriveâ.

Wiz followed Geidrich, but he remained thoughtful.

âYou seem down. Are you still sad about your parents? Well, of course you are. But youâll meet them again eventually. And until then Iâve got just the thing to distract you and make you feel a little better. Follow meâ.

The hallways seemed to work a lot more reasonably ever since heâd given Geidrich the fruit and thus they quickly reached their destination. The man pushed a pair of double doors and they entered a large room that Wiz was not ready for. Books. The largest collection of books he had ever seen. Even bigger than Carter Perrautâs. So many books. In bookshelves, on tables and on the floor. Leather-bound, hardbacks and paperbacks. Old, new and ancient. There was everything.

âYour mother told me you liked books, so I thought you might find this to your tasteâ, Geidrich enjoyed the look of pure amazement and glee in Wizâs eyes âNow that youâre my apprentice, youâre going to have access to all of these yourself. Though you might be better off not reading some of them just yetâ.

âHerr Geidrich, you canât just bribe me like this, itâs unfairâ.

âJust call me Geidrich. Weâre going to be working together for a long time, so letâs start on the right footâ.

âAll right, I can do thatâ.

âNow then. I suppose you might prefer to take a day off today rather than begin lessons right away, so why donât you go on and pick a book? Enjoy your free time while you still have it. It wonât last longâ.

âI wouldnât mind starting today actuallyâ, his determination stemming from several places spoke for him. âBut before that, Iâd like to ask you a questionâ.

âWhat is it?â

âDo you believe that magic really makes us monsters? Does it come from something like the Devil? Or is it God that gives it to us?â

âIs this about what that boy said? Pay it no heed. As I told you, I chose you for entirely different reasons than your magical power. Being chosen by me doesnât make you a monster. Nor does having the power anywayâ.

Wiz still looked unsatisfied, so after giving it some thought he continued, âI donât know anything about Devils or Gods myself. Iâve been in this business for a while now and Iâve not really ever sensed the presence of either in my or othersâ magic. If it really comes from one of them, I donât think anyone could ever tell. But it might just be something that just naturally happens, too, with no oneâs interference. I donât think it matters either way. Magic isnât really something inherently evil or good. Itâs simply a tool and just like any tool, itâs up to how the user handles it. If you worry so much about what it makes you, then perhaps you should change your mindset and start considering what you make of itâ.

What he makes of it? That certainly was a good question. For now all his plans were about studying magic with Geidrich, but one heâd have to graduate from that. It wasnât something he needed to answer right away, but he thought one thing was for sure. He was done with hurting people. From now on, heâd prefer it if he could find a way for his magic to be helpful instead. Yes, that sounded nice.

âThanks. Geidrich. This actuallyâ¦ really helpedâ, he smiled and felt like a burden heâd been carrying since the strike of that lightning was finally lifted. Perhaps it could have happened only once he was in the hands of someone like Geidrich who could teach him how to make this kind of control over his magic reality, but hearing what he had to say certainly felt like the final piece to a puzzle heâd been trying to make head or tails of all this time.

âIâm glad to hear that, but has this been eating away at you all this time? Well, you can let it all out nowâ.

âLet it out?â

âYour magic. You no longer need to suppress it. Youâre in a safe space now, so no oneâs in danger. You can let your magic loose and whatever happens, Iâll take responsibility. Not that Iâll let anything bad really happenâ.

âBut Iâm not suppressing my magicâ.

âYes you are. Youâve been doing so since the first moment I met you. And judging by how you only found out about your magic now in a moment of excitement, youâve probably been doing it your whole lifeâ.

âBut I didnât even know about my magic until nowâ.

âYou wouldnât be the first one to suppress it subconsciouslyâ.

âBut I love magic, why would I?â

âI donât know. Thatâs up to you to find out. And when you do, let it go. Because thereâs really nothing to worry aboutâ.

Did he really suppress it? Was he worrying about it all this time even before he knew about it? Come to think of it, one of the first things he said when he discovered about it was that heâd been looking for magic, but not in himself. He wanted it, but not for himself. A rather contradictory way to think. What had been stopping him? Why had he never considered trying magic himself? Why didnât he consider learning the ways of magic after he learnt he could do it until Mardolf showed up? Was there something he was afraid of? Some internal fear that as soon as he did magic, something would go wrong. He thought that this fear of his magical self was a result of recent events, but was it possible that it was always lying dormant within him. Perhaps, a result of his environmentâs contradiction in accepting abnormal occurrences that seem to come about naturally while rejecting anything of human origin?

He wasnât quite sure, but it was the closest he could think of. And if it was that or something else, he certainly had to let it go. He couldnât go on like this if he was to become a magician. He looked into himself and tried to find what it was he needed to let loose. Did he just need to tell himself it was fine now and itâd stop? Probably not. But he thought about how Geidrich was taking responsibility and that heâd keep things safe. And with that reassurance in mind, he searched inside him. And perhaps he felt something tense up as he did. As if it was trying to hide something from him. There was something there indeed. He realised now heâd felt it the day before when heâd moved the golden apple. It wasnât just because there was no wind he was so sure about it. There was something inside him and he looked for it. As he felt the touch of it, a sense of stress suddenly overcame him. Was this really okay? It was almost like the sense was taking over his thoughts as well. But he persevered. He told himself again and again there was no problem. Everyone heâd talked to agreed he should not be afraid and Geidrich would help him. So, he should just let it go. Wiz finally let himself relax. And then chaos ensued.

Before he knew it, books started flying in all directions, a couple of tables started revolving in the air, some chairs dragged around the room in zigzags and the walls creaked. Wiz immediately felt bad about causing trouble and almost fell to the trap of suffocating what heâd let out once again, but then he forcibly stopped that train of thought. He watched as the piles of books that had previously been lying on the floor now hovered above them and he realised he felt quite disconnected from it. He tried to stop it, but he couldnât. Was he really doing it? Although he had felt his magic before, now it didnât seem to be there. Or was he just failing to notice it? Something definitely did feel a lot better about it all. Like finally completely swallowing a bite that had been stuck down your neck. There was a certain relief.

âHahaha, amazingâ, Geidrich was amused as a book smacked him flat on the face. âYouâve been keeping this all inside you for so long. I suppose it would go rampant like that if you released it so suddenly. Or maybe you really just fully lack controlâ.

Seeing his positive reaction and confirming it was all fine, Wiz realised he enjoyed the chaos just a bit. He found it rather funny really. Perhaps, as a result the storm of books got even worse and Wiz received two of them in the stomach. He found it a little less funny after that.

âYou really are peculiar though. The boy who loves magic yet keeps it in tight check. Most peculiar. Oh I know, how about I give you an after-name? It would be most fitting, now that youâre beginning your new lifeâ.

Perhaps for the first time in these two days, Wiz was able to feel good about this situation. He smiled. This seemed like a good idea, âSure, go ahead. If youâve got a good oneâ.

âThen, how about Ardon?â

Wiz almost choked himself and he wasnât even drinking anything. The same word, the same specific way to call him used twice in a row? That was definitely weird. How was Geidrich in sync with that girl leagues away from them?

âWhat exactly does it mean anyway?â

âItâs an old Galazian word for peculiarâ, Geidrich explained. âIt was often used in the context of talented people who were however rather eccentricâ.

âOh, so thatâs what it was! Then I guess itâs rather fitting. Wiz Ardon, becoming a wizard from this day henceforth. Did you do this on purpose?â

âNo no, Wiz. Youâve got it all wrong. You shall be no mere wizard. Iâm going to make an Enchanter out of youâ.

 

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And thus began Wizâs new life as a magical apprentice. And although the two days leading up to it

had happened frantically fast, he did not come to regret that decision. With the benefit of hindsight, he could tell that he and his parents had made the right choice back then. In spite of the melancholy left behind by his premature and sudden parting with his family, Wiz came to enjoy his new life with Geidrich. The new-found freedom of being able to express his magical self âeven though he didnât know he had such a self to express before or that he was suppressing itâ was invigorating. Geidrich was a fun person to be with despite the age difference and he taught Wiz a lot which satisfied the curious boyâs all-consuming thirst for knowledge. Beyond just the theory and practice of magic, Geidrich worked to nurture Wiz into a thinking self-dependent person: from history and geography to the sciences and then to cooking and fashion, the magician skipped nothing in his efforts for his apprenticeâs global education.

That being said, as soon as he started to feel comfortable in his new environment Wiz was by no means what youâd call an obedient student. He often neglected his studies in favour of whatever had caught his eye at the time or ignored his masterâs instructions if he disagreed or found them unnecessary. This more often than not led to trouble or at the very least butting heads with Geidrich and yet he still maintained his healthy dose (and then some) of confidence. Ultimately though, one way or the other Wiz did learn (most of) what he was supposed to and he grew as a magician.

As had been predicted, the two of them moved to a castle he owned out in the wilderness soon enough. Surrounded by mountains, cliffs, forests and a few spells to turn away travellers it was in the middle of an uninhabited area that stretched for miles. From there on, it was just the two of them and the girl Agnise, the young child who had been abandoned by her parents the day Wiz had taken the test and who, to Wizâs surprise, Geidrich had taken under his wing (as it turned out both the mansion in Argenturbs and the servants that came with it had been provided by the royal family). When asked, the wizard had excused himself by saying that a man whoâd lived his life as a lone bachelor for a few decades now couldnât possibly take of a child on his own, but Wiz hardly thought a girl almost half his age fit the bill either. He wondered if there were a lot of poor families like hers trying to dump their children in Geidrichâs care and if the man always took them in. He also wondered how someone who could be so kind could also be so cruel by telling people he was looking for an apprentice when outside of extraneous circumstances he so obviously wasnât. Then again, the main recipients of this cruelty were the noble and rich and in his brief yet enlightening encounter with the high class during his stay in the capital, Wiz found that his sympathy was quickly running dry.

Agnise was very shy and reluctant to open up to either of her house mates or talk at all, but that was to be expected after the drastic change of environment she had just gone through. However, it was perhaps easier for her to accept those circumstances when Geidrich provided far more of both the care and food that would not have been enough at her old home even if it wasnât shared with eight more siblings. And while any child would miss their parents when parted with them, sheâd experienced the bitterness of being unwanted and abandoned and thus understood deep down inside that she wouldnât get what she wished for even if she was still with them. So in time, she grew less tense and came to like her new home. She even formed a bond with Wiz, who had also been separated from his parents and eventually was able to talk a little as well.

And thus life took a quiet turn, although the few residents of the castle did do their best to make it feel as though it was inhabited to its admittedly sizeable limits. Examples speaking to that were the occasional explosion or accidental summoning of a flock of ravens during Wizâs training; as well as the occasional explosion or accidental summoning of a flock of ravens during Wizâs experimentation in his room; and of course letâs not forget the occasional explosion or accidental summoning of a bunch of leeches in Wizâs sleep.

But Wiz was not the only person causing a racket. Geidrich remained his ever-flamboyant self âa trait which he tried to instil in his apprentice as wellâ and the glamorous lifestyle to which he was partial along with his quirky enchanter nature frequently led to a fuss, which would then be added upon and amplified by whatever Wizâs response to it was. One such instance was the one time he turned the walls and the floor of the castle into ice because one of his cloaksâ sleeves got ripped.

Agnise on the other hand was shy and quiet still, but despite of that her being a klutz managed to pull through so as she wasnât left too far behind the other two troublemakers. The training she received by the mansionâs maids before they left the capital didnât manage to make away with her clumsy and jumpy nature and consequently sheâd often end up causing damage or other problems one way or another. Admittedly Wiz playing pranks or being a bad influence on her often played a big part on the huge messes she made, like the one time she painted the whole kitchen red, but her natural talent always worked to make things worse.

Life would get even livelier on occasions of Wizâs parentsâ visiting, as they did indeed fulfil that promise, if not as frequently as any one of their family would have liked. Mira was not one to fear a journeyâs many leagues or the bandits that awaited in them and although Roland was more sensible in that regard, he had passion enough for the destination to overcome his doubts about what would have otherwise been a venture too risky to attempt. In the end, they never ended up moving out from Burkborrow. The trouble for it was too high for the gains of being just a couple of daysâ worth of travel closer to their son, but still being a day away. And although it might not have been as apparent at the time when the whole village appeared as though it was convening against them, they did have friends theyâd made there as well as livelihoods theyâd spent years building. Between the villageâs reaction to him the last time he was there and Geidrichâs complicated relationship with the King, Wizâs visits were even rarer. So, Wiz stayed mostly apart from them.

And thus with this new way of life finally eventually becoming the norm, five years came to pass. Wiz was growing on all accounts, getting ever closer to the dream of being an Enchanter, but also finally having his adolescence kick in with all the effects that had. Agnise was also now a teenager, if just barely, and slowly becoming able to have relatively longer conversations with the other residents of the castle. And Geidrich remained virtually the same, an ever constant anchor to come back to whenever the worldâs ephemeral nature got you down. And that nature of the world would seen come become ever more noticeable when a new era with its multitude of changes followed. For it is shortly after the explosion and fragmentation of Crux, the arrival of the Maelstrom, though it was not yet known by that name, that our adventure continues.

At that time as would later be known, a group of explorers seeking the source of Pure Imagination would end up unleashing a dreadful power of chaos, the Maelstrom, which would subsequently cause the planet to break apart into multiple smaller chunks. Although the people on the planet miraculously survived that process, they would then be left with the most pressing questions of âWhat the heck happened?â and âWhat do we do now?â For the wizarding community, however, the situation was a little different. For unlike most people they were better equipped to sense what kind of threat was looming on the horizon. And sending them on a frenzy, it would lead them to soon convene together in order to find out how to deal with it.

 

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That night (although days and nights had lost most meaning in the days closely following the planetâs explosion, the world chunks moving erratically and revolving in unpredictable ways in abnormal directions and speeds), Geidrich returned home drenched to the bone, even though it wasnât raining on their piece of Crux. In fact, Wiz thought it was probably impossible to rain there what with the lack of any considerably large sources of water. Actually, would weather phenomena work properly even if there was water? Would most water sources have dispersed into space by now? Was life on the chunks sustainable on the long term? In fact, why was it that they still maintained an atmosphere at all? There were several questions to be had when it came to the state of the former planet and few answers. Instead Wiz opted to ask something that could be answered.

âSo, howâd it go?â

Wiz had taken note of when a few of the enchantments installed in the periphery of the castle had informed him that Geidrich had entered the grounds. He instantly had come down to the entrance hall in order to welcome (interrogate) his master.

âMostly wellâ, and Wiz could tell from his voice he must have been very tired. He didnât know what exactly heâd been tired by, however, as not only had Geidrich chosen not to take Wiz with him on that mission, he had also not divulged any information on what it was about. A rather unusual way for Geidrich to act on both accounts. Wiz realised that his master might think the mission was too dangerous for him, even though personally heâd like to say that he could handle at least being present if not taking part, but he didnât understand why what it was about was being withheld from him. Regardless, heâd try to find out as much as he could.

âMostly? What, did you encounter a thousand blood-sucking eels and let some escape? That doesnât sound too goodâ.

âWe encountered some complications along the way, but managed to resolve things in the endâ, Geidrich articulated slowly in a way that showed he wasnât in much of a mood to joke.

âYouâre no fun today. I suppose I should let you rest. Thereâs dinner Agnise and I made if you wantâ.

âMmm thanks. I think Iâll do thatâ, the enchanter closed the door behind him and entered further into the entrance hall. âOh right! Before I forget. Weâve got an invitationâ.

âAn invitation? They gave you something like that during your quest?â

âWell, itâs not the official thing yet, thatâll be in a few days. But I got it confirmed from some of the people I met up with. Theyâre having the Wizarding Conference soon. I thought they might delay it what with this whole explosion situation, but itâs actually made them more anxious to do it in order to discuss whatâs going onâ.

âThe Wizarding Conference? Wasnât that supposed to be in like two more years?â

âNo, it happens in intervals of three, five or seven years in a sequence that would be too complicated to explain right now. Last time it took seven years, but now it was five. Though I am surprised you remembered that, considering you had just barely started your apprenticeship and didnât even go last timeâ.

âYou know Iâve got a good memoryâ.

âOnly when you want to. And your attention to whatâs being told to you is even more selectiveâ, Geidrich grumbled. âIn any case, Iâll go change and then eat. You sleep. Agnise, too. Itâs lateâ.

âIf you instruct me with that stern tone, Iâm sure to have bad dreams of grumpy old men later and then Iâll make the northern tower float like the old timesâ, Wiz teased seeing that his master was in the mood to joke just a bit.

âWhoâre you calling an old man?â

âThe one wearing clothes of last centuryâs fashionâ.

âThis joke doesnât even work if last century was so long ago I wasn't even born in itâ.

âJust goes to show had bad your fashion sense isâ.

âGet out of here, you hooligan!â Geidrich waved his arm at him and Wiz grinned mischievously, having achieved his objective, and proceeded to run off.

Walking down the hallways and up the stairways, he headed for his room, but before he could get far, a head popped up around a corner. âSo?â Agnise enquired with her typical hesitant manner of speaking. âDid Herr Geidrich getâ¦ injured?â

âNah, he seemed fineâ.

âMaybe it wasâ¦ a hidden curseâ.

âHe just looked tired is allâ.

âA curse to make him tired?â

âHe wasnât cursedâ.

âHow do you know?â

âI knowâ.

âThen, was it werewolves?â

âWhat? No, it wasnât werewolvesâ.

âVampires?â

âNo!â

âSexy vampiresâ¦?â

âWhat have you been reading lately?â Wiz wondered if the girl before him was really the same Agnise as a few years ago who could hardly say a word. Then again, he didnât put it past Agnise to actually be scared of the sexy vampires, too.

âI found them in Geidrichâs libraryâ, that didnât really answer anything, but it did raise a good question. What was Geidrich even doing with such books? Putting that aside, howeverâ¦

â Come on, Geidrich wants us to go to sleep. So, you wanna play cards?â Wiz started walking once more.

âNo way, you always cheatâ.

âThen, what do you suggest we do, boss?â he asked, calling her a nickname he used from a long time ago, to tease her, but also in an attempt to get her to open up.

âFine, but we donât bet on desserts this timeâ.

âWhat, you want to bet on real money?â

âItâs not like either of us really has a-â at that moment the two of them turned around a corner and Agnise ended up bumping onto a suit of armour, causing it to drop on the ground in a loud cacophony of clanging.

âCrux, boss, donât you know this suitâs there? We pass it by every dayâ.

âI know, butâ¦â

The armourâs disembodied helmet suddenly began to talk, âI thought I told you to go to sleep. What are you still doing up, you rascals?â Geidrichâs voice said.

âFine fine. Weâll head to bed right awayâ.

Naturally, no one slept that night.

 

A little over a month later, preparations for attending the Conference were done and although Geidrich still insisted that Wiz should brush his unruly hair more before they left, they soon proceeded to leave for the venue. It was only the two of them and to avoid leaving Agnise alone in the huge castle for the days theyâd be away, she would be staying with a friend of Geidrichâs in the meantime, an arrangement that had been repeated on several occasions when the two magicians had to leave for extended periods of time.

Although Geidrichâs circumstances with Argenturegnumâs royal family were complicated â Geidrich had once described it as sort of being a prisoner to the King, because he chose not to fight in his warsâ, he did have relative freedom to move within the country. And now that Crux had been turned into the system of small worlds it had, there was little control that the King could exert over him, so there was no one to stop Geidrich from going outside the country to Gleswin where the conference was held. Not that there was much meaning to countries any more anyway.

After several hops from world to world, required due to the chaotic forceâs interference to transportation magic, Wiz and Geidrich arrived in the city of Kastir the night âas the world housing the city was sizeable and stabilised enough, it had a relatively long day cycleâ before the conference was to begin. They were not the only ones to teleport to the same forest outside of the city to avoid causing a disturbance and they were met with the social expectations of the magic community quite early on. Several people knew Geidrich and some knew Wiz, but the latter didnât tend to get along with them. These were going to be some long days.

Wiz had expressed his hesitation about attending the event from the start, but Geidrich insisted that Wiz needed to socialise with his peers and he might just get to learn something new. But Wiz still thought that compared to the prospect of hearing speech after speech of boring old men ranting about whatever obscure field of study they were into and then meeting so many of the people who dislike him at once, sightseeing of the city would probably be the most interesting part of the trip.

âCome on nowâ, Geidrich said as they argued about it once more on their way to their hotel. âIt wonât be so bad. What with the crisis going on, Iâm sure the subjects will be a lot more relevant this timeâ.

âWhat have they had time to prepare for in such a short while? I sense scaremongering incoming. But even thatâll be better than all the far-too-theoretical talk weâre going to hearâ.

âWhen did you get such an ego critiquing everyone so harshly when theyâve not even made their case yet?â

âI just think I prefer the reading format. At least then, I can skip the random tangents these people tend to go onâ.

âThese people? Youâre one of these people you knowâ.

âYes and Iâm very sure that if I ever write something the rest of you will find it very boringâ.

Geidrich sighed, âItâs exactly this bad image of the magiciansâ community that I want to avoid by having you meet more peopleâ.

âIâve tried that before and you know it doesnât workâ.

âWell, you did turn everyoneâs voices to frog croaking at the last Springtime Festivalâ.

âThat was only after everyone hated me alreadyâ.

âAnd Iâm sure it didnât help at all. Look, I know our community can be very competitive at times, but youâve just got to find the right people out there whoâd fit with you. You just canât live this world alone. Try a little more and perhaps donât hex people just as soon as itâs not going that wellâ.

âIf thereâs any decent people, I swear Iâll try not to hex themâ.

âA friend of mine, Azira, is bringing her own apprentice and sheâs around your age, so try to to get along with her at leastâ.

âWhatâs with this matchmaking?â

âItâs because youâre that bad at making friendsâ.

 

As the two of them continued through the city, one thing was certain. As predicted, Wiz was certainly impressed by the sightseeing. The mix of modern and old-fashioned was something heâd never seen before âgranted, heâd barely seen anything that went beyond Argenturegnumâs age with his own eyes at all. Heâd heard a lot about the more modern world, though, from his parents and Geidrich âwho apparently had travelled a lot at a younger ageâ alike, so he enjoyed experiencing it in real life. While it wasnât as advanced as the futuristic large cities of Expia, or even as caught up with post-industrial countries like Batheia and Makreia, the otherwise renaissance-like city was still spruced up with a lot of commodities and amenities of the future gained through osmosis from the neighbouring countries. After checking in at their hotel, Wiz explored merrily and was on more than one occasion tempted to buy things he didnât need.

Unfortunately, this sense of wonder was soon depleted once the actual conference began and Wiz had to sit down through a series of presentations, a lot of which were about the nature of the chaotic force that had showed up on Crux, how to stop it or how to use it for magic; a few were just about whatever the presenter was interested in. Mardolf stepped on the podium, too, at some point. His speech was one of the better ones.

Three days later, Wiz felt vindicated by the boredom he was experiencing during a lecture on whether it would be more beneficial or harmful to use the chaotic force. Perhaps he was biased âWiz admitted in his headâ, but heâd quickly exhausted his willingness to focus after all of the theoretical, overlapping, overly specific or overly broad speeches that soon became indistinguishable from each other in his memory. At least he found solace in the fact that he was definitely the best-dressed person in the room, because besides a coat that would look like whatâd happen if a cloak and a jacket had a child, he was the only one there wearing sunglasses. It was a pair heâd just bought and he found very useful, because not only did it make him look cool, but it also concealed his eyes, so one couldnât tell when he was barely awake.

As the middle-aged woman went on about the ethics of chaos, Wiz found himself sending little pink bubbles that broke with a popping sound through the audience to pass the time. Although he did almost start a fight between a sisterhood of witches and a few wizards that sat close to them, when one of them thought they were harassing her, it was perhaps the Old Cootâs reaction he found most amusing when one of his bubbles found its way to him. Some claimed that the perennial manâs actual name was Coot, while others said it couldnât possibly be it, but ultimately no one knew any other name for him so they all just called him that. The old man was infamous for the acute paranoia heâd developed after the multiple times heâd almost been killed, including seven separate cases of magic assassins coming after him, being swallowed by a demon and setting off a trap that transported him in the middle of a lichâs undead army. When the bubble smashed on the trembling manâs arm he jumped up in startle and hurried under his seat producing a barrier all around him âsomething which didnât particularly surprise anyone, being used to the rowdy crowd that the gatherings of magicians made and Old Cootâs exaggerated reactions.

Wiz almost felt bad about it, but before he could get a chance to repent, someone spoke up from behind him.

âYou sure got himâ, he said with a chuckle.

Wiz was surprised, having thought that his sneakily cast magic had not been noticed âGeidrich hadnât reprimanded him so far after all. He looked to his right and sure enough he found a young man grinning at him on the row behind his. Wiz was intrigued by his unusual eye colour: yellow.

âYou find this stupid, too, donât you?â he pointed to the sorceress speaking on the podium. âIt really is dullâ.

âI supposeâ, Wiz replied quietly, thinking that playing pranks on people was one thing, but talking during someoneâs presentation could be rather rude.

âCan we use chaos? Is it evil or not? Will it hurt us? Oh, whatever shall we do? Itâs all rather stupid. The answerâs very obvious, so why are they making such a big deal out of it?â

Wiz remained silent. He started to feel he and the man didnât quite have the same view. Yes, he did find them boring, but at least he understood their concerns were valid.

âChaos, Imagination, magic. Theyâre all the same. Theyâre necessary evils people use to achieve their goals, but none of them is inherently good. No oneâs unscathed from using them, so just deal with the stigma if you need to and be done with it. You already entered into this dirty business anywayâ.

âIs that what you think of magic?â Wiz found himself asking, feeling somewhat offended and at the same time wondering why the stranger was telling him all that.

âOf course. The world has a natural way of operating and weâre disrupting that to bend it to our wishes. Weâre attempting to defy our natural fates. Everything was created a certain way and it can only ever be happy if they donât try to bypass that. Fish shouldnât try to live on land. Of course we think magic will provide happiness, but itâs just delusion. Pursuing magic is a fixationâ.

âYou seem to think very badly of magic, but arenât you a magician as well?â

âWould a drunkard lay off the booze if you told him itâs bad for him? I understand perfectly well how contradictory I sound when Iâm a user of magic myself, but thatâs just how it is. It taints us and distorts nature, but we canât do without it. Magic is our opiumâ.

âThatâs an interesting way to see it, but remind me again, who are you?â

The man didnât as readily reply to that question, a faint frown coming over him and in the the time it took him to find a response, Wiz heard Geidrichâs voice, âWho are you talking to, Wiz?â He quickly whispered that he didnât know and turned back to find out, but in the moments that he was distracted and looked away, the mysterious man had managed to get away. Another eccentric wizard.

 

Wiz wasnât doing very well on the social side either. Despite it spanning the whole planet, the magical community wasnât that large and this wasnât the first big event he was attending. As such, he had already met most people his age that tended to come at these events. And the community being rather competitive, Wizâs talent had managed to garner a lot of jealousy very quickly. His attitude didnât help either and thus there werenât many willing to talk to him except to make snide remarks. Of course, not everyone hated him, but not hating someone is not quite enough to strike up a friendship with them and so Wiz quickly met his quota of conversation subjects of common interest with the people who could tolerate him (and vice versa). And of course, when it came to older people, they were either oblivious of him as part of the younger generation or too busy to speak with him much.

Not that Wiz felt too bad about it, but he did feel awkward when he stood around on his own, not knowing what to do. He thought people might pity him and that wasnât a very pleasant thought. Nonetheless, Wiz thought heâd done pretty well so far. Heâd talked to a bunch of people and only hexed a couple of them; and even that was during an all-out brawl that had occurred during the second day: itâs only natural, in fact expected one should throw a few spells around on such occasions.

There was definitely a highlight in the parties that followed or came between the lectures and that was the food. There was a lot Wiz could say about this conference, but he had to admit the food was good. And on the third evening after all other scheduled events were over, the buffet for the special last party was even better. Wiz was by the table, Ã©clair in hand when a dwarf wearing a tourist t-shirt he must have bought in Kastir walked up and started filling up his plate with a variety of food. He didnât pause as he addressed Wiz.

âYouâre Azureâs apprentice, arenât you?â he asked.

Someone who knew Geidrich? Well that was hardly anything to be surprised by. Geidrich knew a lot of people. Not all of them could recognise him at a glance though. What gave him away?Was it the sunglasses?

Wiz nodded his mouth filled with Ã©clair and the dwarf continued, âI never thought heâd actually find one, with all these requirements he had. I thought he might not actually want an apprentice in fact. You know he had his candidates do that ridiculous test for four years. People visited him from all over the planet. None of them succeeded of course. How did ''you ''do it?â

 âMmm. If I were to say, it was probably that I was the most desperate to succeed, but also still kept hope Iâd do it, all the while actually wanting the apprenticeship for what it was, not for any ulterior motives. Something like that. On another note, you seem to be aware of who I am, but I donât know your identity just yetâ.

 Having made a personal pile of food on his plate, the dwarf then sought to pour some beer in a cup, âIâm the clown who got stuck with brownâ, the dwarf replied and Wiz went wide-eyed at the unexpected answer. ââOh, Galor, but your beard is so brown!â Freaking Mirian. Half the world has brown hair. Just admit you were out of coloursâ, the dwarf continued his rant until he noticed Wizâs confusion. âWhat? You donât know what Iâm talking about? Heh! Iâm sorry. Iâm Galor the Brownâ.

 Wiz wasnât sure what Galor was talking about âprobably something to do with his title, but he didnât know much more than thatâ, but he shook the confusion off, âNice to meet you. Iâm Wiz Ardonâ.

âYeah, Azureâs told me. So, enjoying your time in the high society?â

âItâs so-soâ.

 âHaha! You hate it, donât you? Youâre a good kid. I suppose thatâs what I should expect from the one who released salamanders against his fellow attendees in the last Springtime Festival. Oh, but uh! Thereâs a friend of mine. Iâll go greet him. See you later, kidâ, he turned to leave, equipped with his food, and dived back into the crowd. âYo Green! Long time no seeâ, Wiz heard him say before he vanished among the people entirely. What a strange encounterâ¦ Perhaps, it was in accordance with the rarity of a dwarf magician.

 He was alone again and he considered he should probably go back and try the socialising once more himself soon. Before he did so, though, he did pick up another Ã©clair as they were quite good.

âCertainly, all these Ã©clairs canât be good for youâ, a feminine voice suddenly said; the accent was Expian, much like his own.

 He didnât recognise the voice and sheâd spoken from behind him, so Wiz couldnât see her, but he didnât turn around immediately. He looked at the buffet instead, as if it was more interesting to him than the girl speaking to him.

 âPerhaps not, but at least you should allow me to enjoy the only good thing about this partyâ, he answered in an exaggerated tone.

 âReally? You only find the food interesting? Isnât there anything else? I, for one, seem to find my interest in this boy whoâs gobbling up all the Ã©clairs one after another. And the music is also good occasionallyâ.

âOh, I am sorry. I have seen no such boy. You see, the one I know of has only eaten two this whole evening, so it canât be himâ.

 âIs that so? Then how about the famous Enchanterâs apprentice everyone seems to be speaking ill of; or the one using magic to drive away strangers; or perhaps the one struggling to fit in just as much as I?â

âWhat can I tell you? I havenât heard of any of these people. But I could help you look for them, if youâd likeâ.

âCome along then! Iâm sure theyâre around somewhere, Wiz Ardonâ.

âIt seems that my reputation precedes me. Tell me, am I famous?â he said, as he finally turned around.

He was met with the sight of looks he found rather astonishing. She had dark blonde hair that went just a little beyond shoulder-length, starting wavy at the roots, but ending up in curls, at the back of which sheâd tied a flower. Her eyes were green, but a little brown area surrounded her pupils. A smile brightened up her face and perhaps it was just the moment, but Wiz was struck with the notion it was the prettiest face heâd seen in his life. She wasnât particularly tall, but neither was he. She was wearing a green knee-length dress with short sleeves. She looked rather young, but he then remembered Geidrich saying that women this age look as old as their make-up, so he wasnât quite sure. One thing was for certain, however. As long as looks go, Wiz was mesmerised.

âFamous? No, rather than that Iâd say youâre infamous. Thereâs especially this story about how you charmed a few people to only be able to hop on one leg in the last Springtime Festival. Although I personally knew you regardless of thatâ.

âAnd pray tell, how is that?â although the girlâs beauty had had quite the effect on him, he quickly recovered âon the outside at least.

âI happen to know people who know people who know youâ.

âOh, that simple! Most interesting. I could of course ask you who these people are, but I think there is a much more pressing question. I donât remember you telling me your name. Would you do me this honour of sharing this well-kept secret?â

âAnd what sly purposes would you need my name for?â

âBut to tell my friends who this girl who tried to dictate my diet first thing we met was, of courseâ.

âYou cunning creature! And how would that be in my interests? I wonât have you tarnish my reputation soâ.

âBut if you do tell me, I wonât have to come after you to learn. Do you want me bothering you again?â

âNow thatâd be a pity. I quite enjoy your company. It allows me to try and dictate your life, you see. Perhaps, Iâll never tell you my name. Then, youâll have to keep coming back to meâ.

âNow, whoâs cunning? Have you no pity on me? Iâll have to keep meeting you, in hope of learning that precious name of yoursâ.

âI am often told I am pitiless. On the contrary, Iâd take pleasure in your sufferingâ.

âA rather accurate description thenâ.

âI will allow you to know some more of me, however, so that you can find me in your future pursuit for my nameâ.

âHow magnanimous of youâ.

âIâm glad you see itâ, she laughed at that moment, perhaps their ridiculous banter finally getting to her. âIâm Azira the Pinkâs apprentice. Itâs through her Iâve heard of you, in factâ.

âWhatâs with all these coloured names popping here and there? Do all the old enchanters have a club or something?â

âYou donât know? Hasnât Geidrich told you?â she seemed surprised this time.

âKnow what? A dwarf I met earlier was rumbling about something of the sort earlier, too, but I didnât quite understand what it was all about. Iâve wondered why Geidrich and Mardolf are called Azure and Orange for a while now, but I didnât figure it was something so bigâ.

âThey all used to be the Council of the Enchanters, a group made up of some of the most powerful masters of magic of their time. They fought on the front lines against the growing numbers of dark wizards two decades ago. They were betrayed, however, by one of their own and some of them were killed, including their leader Mirian the White. They were disbanded after that, but the remaining ones are still friends. Did Geidrich not tell you any of that?â

âNoâ¦ He did not. Itâs weirdâ, though at that point Wiz realised there might be a lot he didnât know about Geidrichâs life before he met him. Still, heâd heard a lot of stories, but nothing about this.

âHe must have had his reasonsâ.

âBut Azira did tell youâ.

âItâs not a particular secretâ.

âI should ask him laterâ, they had veered off from their previous playful tone quite a bit, so Wiz decided to bring the discussion back to the more cheerful side, âBut letâs not concern ourselves with that for now. This is a party, so letâs have fun. Weâll have to go back tomorrow after allâ.

âThen how about we take this party outside? Itâs getting stuffy in hereâ.

âSure, letâs goâ.

âSo, you donât mind if you leave the buffet behind?â she asked with a mischievous grin.

âI can always come back for themâ, Wiz laughed.

The two of them made their way out of the room, Wiz fetching his hat âa pointy blue wizard hat at thatâ from the hat rack where heâd left it and his unnamed companion getting a jacket to put over her shoulders.

âNice hatâ, she complimented as Wiz put the accessory on his head.

âWhy thank you. I stole it off Geidrichâs things with my very own hands. But donât look at it now. It was a dusty old rag abandoned in a forgotten room when I found it. I fixed it up all right thoughâ.

âImpressive skillsâ.

âIndeed for I aim for the path none other than that of a master tailorâ.

They got out to a semi-outdoor area that led to a garden and were met with the nightâs fresh air. There was no moon to be seen, but a multitude of stars shone brightly like jewels in the sky.

âYou know I measured it yesterday and it seems night and day last about five hours each here. Didnât expect Iâd ever come to consider that longâ, Wiz said watching the stars.

The two of them had been speaking in the generally recognised as international language of Galazian up till then, but Wiz switched to Expian then and he found that his companion had no problem responding accordingly.

âDo you often go stargazing with sunglasses on?â she asked, following his gaze.

âDonât you know? My eyes will burn at the direct touch of any sort of light. Also, I bought these yesterday and Iâm kind of still riding on the high of how stylish they lookâ.

âCanât argue with thatâ, she chuckled. âItâs a little amazing, though, thinking that half of these stars are actually other pieces of Cruxâ.

âItâs a crazy time weâre living in. I wonder how this whole situation is going to affect celestial magicâ.

âSomeone actually spoke about that on the first dayâ.

âThey did? I must have not attended that one or perhaps I just completely forgot about itâ.

âWere you paying any attention at all throughout this whole conference?â

âAll right, genius. If youâre that attentive, then how much do ''you ''remember out of all these speeches?â

âMore than you, thatâs for sure. But there are more interesting things to do than talk about all that right nowâ.

âFirstly, let it be noted that you dodged the subject. Secondly, like what?â

âLike trying to get you to take off your sunglasses for oneâ.

âNow why would you want to do such a thing? I look dazzling in these and you canât deny itâ.

âCertainly, but theyâre not letting me get a good look on your face. How unfair for you to conceal your eyes when Iâm exposing mine so freelyâ.

 âAre you forgetting youâre also keeping your secrets? You know ''my ''nameâ.

âBut that is your own fault for being so unguardedâ.

âAll right, in that case, Iâve got a bargain for you. I can take off the glasses, but in exchange youâll have to uncover some of the mystery that is youâ.

âYouâre some seller. Are you sure you entered into the right profession? So whatâll it be?â

âA simple question really. You mentioned earlier you also have difficulty fitting in. Is connecting with people troubling you?â

âYou could have asked any question, yet you waste it on such a drab subjectâ.

âItâs not drab. Although it does not please me to say, I am hardly acquainted with you and I seek to know you more deeplyâ.

âHave it your way thenâ, the girl said, but she seemed pleased, betrayed by her slight smile. âIf I were to summarise it, Iâd say I have trouble dealing with large crowds of people like that. I even got a headache on the first night and had to skip the receptionâ.

âIs it just that? If youâd made proper friends on other less busy occasions then would you not have them to hang out with now instead of spending the night with me?â

âCan a girl not meet new people if she so wishes to?â

âShe can, but I donât think thatâs what youâre doing. And yet it seems odd to me that such a sweet girl as you would have difficulty with thisâ.

âSweet, am I? And how could you tell?â

âI can see the kindness flowing in your eyesâ.

âYou must be seeing things. And yet youâve got a sharp eye. Even behind those silly sunglasses of yours. If you must ask, I suppose I can be a tad awkward with people and that makes me distant. How to put itâ¦ Do you ever get that feeling that magic is a burden?â

âI have, sometimesâ, Wiz remembered when heâd discovered about his powers; heâd definitely call them a burden then. The thought also reminded him of the mysterious man whoâd spoken to him earlier.

âMost people here would consider it a gift thatâs supposed to lift you up, but sometimes I feel as though it actually bogs me down instead. It only makes life so much harder, but people praise it and expect you to do the same. Thereâs a pain that only I have and I can never speak out. No one would understand. This kind of feelingâ.

âThose who have no magic fear you and would never understand. Your supposed peers experience it, but not in the same way as you and in the end they shun you out of envy. Your elders hold their wisdom over you as a gate theyâve passed to find all the answers you lack and you cannot be on the same track. You cannot communicate. And it gets very lonely. Maybe itâs not quite the same as what youâve lived through, but I understand a littleâ.

âNo, thatâs quite accurate. Itâs strange to find someone who holds thoughts so similar to mineâ.

âMaybe itâs because weâve experienced the same thingsâ, Wiz said as he lied down, the sudden urge to observe the cosmos stretching above overcame him. âBut I find it very refreshing. Having someone I can relate to so muchâ.

âIt feels like Iâve been waiting so long to meet youâ, the young witch entered Wizâs line of sight as she stood above him, her head framed by the stars as if a holy aura; her eyes reflected the bright light of the party, though, and they seemed like the prettiest stars that hung above him.

âTrueâ¦ Where have you been all this time? Geidrich and Azira knew each other and yet we never met until now. What a wasteâ.

âYouâre greedy. And yet earlier you were appalled by the idea of having to meet me againâ.

âOh, do not bring up the foolishness of the past. The future shines far brighter, I wish to only dwell in itâ.

âWhy donât you enjoy today before concerning yourself with the pleasures of tomorrow? For in fog the future lies and you canât tell what path itâll takeâ.

âThe riddles of the future are too complicated for me, so I shall be content in thinking optimisticallyâ.

âThatâs exactly the issueâ, she sighed in defeat, for there was no teaching sense into him. Wiz instead occupied himself in enjoying this new expression that unfolded before him.

âAh, I know. Elemiere!â he exclaimed all of a sudden.

âWhat is it?â the girl did not understand.

âAs you will give me your name not, then I must find something to call you by myself. I canât just call you Aziraâs apprentice. So, Elemiere it shall be. The star that shines brighter than allâ.

She seemed flustered though not displeased by the comparison, but quickly recovered, âAre you trying to sweet-talk me? I am hardly convinced when you can barely see with those glasses youâve still not taken off despite our agreementâ.

âYou seem much obsessed with my sunglasses. This convinces me all the more you actually want them to stay onâ.

âDonât be ridiculousâ, Elemiere quickly snatched the pair of glasses off of Wizâs face and held them up with a satisfied look. âDonât try to cheat me out of our deal, young Ardonâ.

âAs if youâre much olderâ, Wiz complained, but found he did not object much to the idea of seeing the young woman without filtering. âAre you happy now?â

âVeryâ, she grinned smugly and then proceeded to sit down beside him. âNow then, I told you about me, but what about you? Whatâs had everyone thinking so badly of you?â

âI hardly know myself. I just greeted people and informed them I aimed to be an Enchanter and all of a sudden they dislike me for some mysterious reasonâ.

âNo, you didnâtâ.

âOh yes I did. I figured Iâd be honest, is that so bad? Then, theyâre suddenly all âHow dare you be so conceited when youâve only been studying magic for two years?â Truly mysterious. And so I got off on a bad start with them. And I suppose my attitude didnât help. Not everyone hates me of course. But you know how the cliques of our community are. If a newcomer doesnât get along with some, itâll be hard to be accepted by the restâ.

âYour attitude helped? Nonsense! I dare say your attitude was the core problem. You wouldnât be first newcomer to hold too much power for their age. Not all talented people are shunned. Itâs because you flaunted like that that you appeared haughty and turned their jealousy resentfulâ.

âWould you have me dishonestly humbling myself then? I find that would hardly be suitable for making a connection with themâ.

âIâm not saying they werenât very eager to reject you regardless, but you probably could have handled it in a better wayâ.

âPerhaps, but whatâs done is done now and I donât believe it can be reversed after I gave some people some really strangely shaped acneâ.

âYouâre much worse than the rumours would have you be, I see no remorse in youâ.

âThereâs no harm in an innocent wizardly feud now, is there?â

âThatâs debatable. But who in this conference is not guilty of some such misbehaviours from time to time, I wonderâ.

âOh, miss Elemiere. Do you mean to tell me you have some spicy story of mischief yourself?â

âWouldnât you like to know?â

âI believe thatâs why I askedâ.

âYouâd pry into a maidenâs secrets?â

âThis particular maiden more than others. Do you enjoy cloaking yourself in mystery so?â

âAre you not drawn in by the allure of the intrigue? Can you blame me then?â

âYou use treacherous tricks, witchâ.

âAm I to be offended by this?â

âNo, youâre wonderfulâ.

âIf youâre that eager to butter me up, then get up. I know that songâ, Elemiere said as a new melody started to play, its sound carried outside a little muted, but still beautiful. âYou can dance the Laurinol dance to itâ.

âThe Laurinol dance? You have such obscure knowledgeâ, Wiz muttered as he stood up

âBut you have it, tooâ.

âDonât always depend on it, because it happened to be so this timeâ.

âYouâre all complaints. Are we going to dance?â

Wiz responded with a bow, âWould you share this dance with me, milady?â

âIf I must. But I wonder if I shouldâ, she teased, but performed a curtsey nonetheless.

They did not join hands, but started circling around themselves in opposite directions with a quick and complex step. It was a lively dance and every now and then they would clap their hands or bend their knees in a sudden drop of their torso in sync with the heavy beats of the music. As the song went on they joined together at last and there were even flashier manoeuvres, including but not limited to Wiz lifting Elemiere up and performing flips over each othersâ backs.

The song finished, but a new one began and the two youngsters, not sated still, picked up a new dance. They continued in this fashion for a while until the songs subsided in nature once more and the dancing potential diminished. Not that the two of them could have continued on much longer anyway as they were left hot and short of breath after their few, but intense dances, huffing and puffing with their cheeks flushed red. Joy glimmered in their eyes, however, and they both sat down with satisfied looks on their faces at the base of the few stairs that led down to the garden.

âI didnât know that dancing could be so fun when itâs not practice with a man decades older than youâ.

âSo, Geidrich taught you?â

âAh yes, you must see ''him ''dancing. I canât even get close to his elegance. I assume you learnt from Azira yourself?â

âYes, though, I already knew some before my apprenticeship. But she definitely drilled a good deal of it in my head. More than Iâd like perhapsâ.

âWhatâs Azira like?â

 âHmmâ¦ Azira. Sheâs a tough nut to crack really. At first glance, she might look silly and simple. One who would suitably choose the colour pink for herself. But sheâs in fact surprisingly deeper than one might think and a powerful enchantress. Her magic is not quite the same as mine, but Iâve learnt a lot from her, about as much as Iâve not despite her efforts. But sheâs also a very caring individual. Iâd be ungrateful if I said she hasnât helped me a lot. Her husbandâs been helpful as well. His magic is not as strong, but heâs knowledgeable. Where Aziraâs teaching methods failed, he filled in well enough. Theyâre very dear to me, both of themâ.

 âI see youâve got an interesting master as well. Not unlike Geidrich in some ways, I could say. Although heâs wise, heâs definitely far too preoccupied with fashion. Strange people, those Enchantersâ.

 âBut youâve got to associate with them if you intend to become one yourself. And perhaps in time youâll be strange yourself. Peculiar evenâ.

 âItâs in the name after allâ, Wiz laughed. âBut do you also want the same?â

 âBeing an Enchanter? I donât know. It does not seem as important to me. Iâve had this dream for a while, becoming the Witch of Kingston. If I could do that, I donât think itâd matter what other titles Iâd have, though I suppose Iâd need to be skilled enough anywayâ.

âWhereâs Kingston?â

âI have no idea. But one day Iâll find it and I know this is where Iâm going to stay and become famous as its Witchâ.

âI wouldnât want to stay in one place myself. Iâd prefer a house that takes me to see the universe and its magics. Explore the world, help where Iâm needed. That kind of thingâ.

âA high aspiration in itself. I just hope you come and visit me from time to time when youâll have grown big, as the Enchanter of Everywhere and Iâm merely the Witch of Kingstonâ.

 âThatâs a rather pessimistic view of the future. Why put yourself so low? In fact, I have half a mind to call you an enchantress alreadyâ.

âAnd why would that be?â

âWhy, for Iâm enchanted by you of courseâ.

She laughed.

âSmooth. But I must say, I find you rather charming as wellâ.

âYour praises humble me. I thought youâd never say one nice thing all nightâ.

 âWhat do you take me for, a damsel in distress ready to shower you in praise for the mere merit of a taking an interest in me? Nay, I must inform you I wouldnât need saving in the first place. I am quite capable of taking care of myselfâ.

âDost thou not think that many a damsel did not think that way before they got themselves in distress?â

âOh my hero! Do you want to save me?â

 ââTis this not what any noble Knight would do?â

âWhat Knight? Of the old speech?â she laughed. âAnd what gift shall I give you, my brave Knight, in promise of what more lies in wait for you if you save me from dangers unknown?â

âOh, there is nothing that could surpass the wonder of a few, nay, merely one of thy golden locks!â Wiz said in a joking manner.

âYou certainly go big, you rascal! But it is not entirely disagreeable to me. I wonder should I grant you it?â

Elemiere grinned mischievously and Wiz watched in surprise as she held a tuft of her hair in her fair hand and brought it to her face. She gently blew on the hairs and shining golden for a moment they flew to Wiz, suddenly apart from the rest of her locks.

âWell, that is definitely a shortcut to not having scissorsâ, Wiz commented in disbelief of what was happening as the short tuft reassembled and landed itself in his hand.

âLet this gift be promise between us binding us together, so we seek each other again. You have that name to discover after allâ.

âAnd yet I find myself even further in your debt now, so I am uncertain what there is to offer that would grant me this knowledge in exchangeâ.

âTruly you have a daunting task before you. I should know, for I am hard to pleaseâ.

âI wonderâ¦ Perhaps, would a kiss please the lady?â

âA kiss?â she was surprised. âHow daring! Donât you think youâre a little hasty for someone who just met me todayâ.

âYou are unlike anyone Iâve met before. And I doubt I could ever meet anyone else like you in the next thousand years. I do not believe I would regret it. But I suppose it would be most prudent not to rush until we know each other betterâ.

âThen, let it be not today. But one day, let us do good on this promise. A kiss for a name. I dare say, you only benefit out of this deal, though. But so be it. It is not poorly madeâ.

âYou are so dishonest. Would it kill you to express your feelings more clearly?â

âI do believe it wouldâ.

âHow worrisomeâ.

At that moment, however, someone appeared from the door leading outside and popped up above them at the top of the stairs. She bore an impressive look, the only one in the conference daring to wear her hair pink. Her clothes, too, were bountifully adorned, but not distastefully so. There was something impactful about her appearance and one would consider her beautiful, but perhaps in a different way than Wiz thought of Elemiere.

âOh so this is where you two ran off to. Wiz Ardon you scoundrel, what are you doing to my dear apprentice? Geidrich over here! Look, how cute. The two of them must have been flirting all night. We should arrange for all of us to meet together some time. I must properly evaluate if your apprentice is right to be courting my Lanorâ, the woman who must have been Azira tried to sound stern, but you couldnât remove the laughter from her face.

âNow now, let us not hurry into marrying them off yet, Aziraâ, Geidrich who had also showed up by now replied, but he was also sporting a smile under his beard. âTheyâre still childrenâ.

Neither of the apprentices took too kindly to being referred to as children, but they did not say anything. Azira instead answered, âBut thatâs exactly why itâs so spicy!â

âWhy were you looking for us?â Wiz asked, ignoring Aziraâs unsettling comments.

âPeople are starting to leave little by little. Weâve got an early rousing tomorrow, so I was thinking we should take off soon ourselvesâ.

âUs tooâ, Azira told Elemiere.

Had it actually gotten that late already? Wiz had not realised that time had passed so quickly. He did not want the night to end yet. But it had to eventually.

âI suppose this is where we say goodbye for nowâ, he said. âAlthough our unfinished business shall surely bring us together ere longâ.

âOh? Unfinished business? What is this about?â Azira asked, but she did not get an answer.

âIâll see you again, Wiz Ardonâ, Elemiere then came closer so as only Wiz would hear her next words. âBy the way, that just now was but a mere nickname. And I trust you won't dare to ask Geidrich for the real thingâ.

And so the two of them parted too soon for Wizâs taste. And yet he was still feeling blissful and light-headed long after so that he didnât notice heâd forgotten his precious sunglasses until much later.

 

However, the bliss was not to last and a different fate would soon catch up to him.

 

On the next day, Wiz and Geidrich set out early after a short breakfast. âIâm glad you got along with Aziraâs apprenticeâ, Geidrich had said and Wiz had suddenly wondered whether there could possibly be some spell preventing people from calling Elemiere by her real name; he also felt mild annoyance that Geidrichâs matchmaking had really worked, although ultimately he couldnât complain. âNow you can have some friends. Though this isnât quite how Iâd expected itâd be. But we can talk more about it later when weâre back at the castleâ, heâd continued and Wiz had resolved to wait similarly to bring up the subject of the Council.

The journey back was uneventful, though Wiz did not perceive it as dull for he kept busy in his mind with the plethora of thoughts stirred in him by the events of the past few days. After passing through a few worlds, however, they were finally back. Back at their castle. Contrary to what one would expect normally, they found themselves in night once more when they got there, although the trip had not been that long.

âHome sweet homeâ, Geidrich sang merrily as they approached the tall castleâs gates. âAs fun as such events can be, thereâs no feeling like coming back to your home now is there? I reckon we can sit and rest for a while and discuss everything that happened. And then Agnise will be back and sheâll want to hear it all from the beginning. Not the most effective plan perhaps, but I donât suppose weâd be willing to wait any longerâ.

Geidrich touched his hand upon the gate and muttered some incantations under his breath. A breeze picked up all around him and then the doors opened.

âDonât you find that your enchantments when you leave home are somewhat extreme? If there was someone undignified enough to want to rob us, theyâd surely not be powerful enough to get through even the normal protectionâ.

âYou can never be safe enough. Now come on in, donât wait at the door when it has so graciously been opened for youâ.

Master and apprentice walked in and were greeted by the familiar scent of home âif not literal scent, because they could no longer discern it from living there too long, at least the scent of its lingering magic. However, it took a moment for Wiz to notice that there was also something unfamiliar within, though expertly hidden. Wiz almost dismissed it, for so little it seemed, but Geidrich stopped in his tracks, his face frozen.

âSomeone has broken inâ, he said.

âWhat?! Who?! How did they make it through your enchantments?â Wiz was shocked; things had taken a sudden turn.

âI donât know. But be careful. Theyâll most certainly be dangerousâ.

Wiz assumed a ready fighting stance, preparing for an attack from anywhere. He extended his senses trying to detect the intruder. Or intruders. However, he couldnât find them at all. He didnât dare hope they were gone already. After all, that would be its own can of worms. Why did this have to happen now? Who would even want to hurt them? Someone powerful enough to match Geidrichâs magic couldnât be after petty goals like robbing them. More than likely, it was something personal. But Wiz knew no enemies of Geidrichâs, let alone his. Butâ¦ Was it perhaps someone from Geidrichâs hidden past?

âWelcome home Wizâ, the boy suddenly heard a voice creepily whispering in his ear and he could feel its ownerâs breath on it and his shoulder. His spine was chilled. But it also occurred to him heâd heard this voice somewhere before, though he did not recall where.

The young magician turned around to find the man who had spoken, but no one was there. While he looked around in search for the man, a force suddenly struck him on his back pushing him forward and knocking him onto the wall. He dropped to the floor in pain.

âWiz!â he heard Geidrich yell, but then there was an explosion of mist and everything was hidden from view; Geidrich never made it to him and the sounds of an apparent battle informed Wiz why.

Wiz was in shock. He had hardly felt the magic that had pushed him, let alone been able to defend against it. He hadnât even seen it coming. In fact, his assailant had an ability to erase his presence entirely. Sensory magic wasnât Wizâs best suit, but heâd never encountered anything like that before. He feared he was completely outclassed. But Geidrich was there. Wiz couldnât imagine someone stronger than him in their era.

But the battle continued and was getting louder. The boy could hear explosions, glass breaking, the clang of metal, the whoosh of the wind and more. It appeared the intruder could at least hold their own against someone in Geidrichâs league. If Wiz joined in, though, he could turn the tide in their favour and avoid unnecessary risks. There was no reason to find out if Geidrich was really stronger or not.

Although the hit on the wall had shaken him up âhe had hurt both his back and head and could smell bloodâ, he made to stand up. At that point, he heard the old Enchanter cry in pain. His worry spiking, he ignored the pain and got up in quick fashion. He made a few steps forward, but despite his determination they came out dizzy and shaky. His progress was slow, but he aimed for where the source of the noise. He still couldnât quite catch the assailantâs scent, but if he was close enough he could do something somehow.

Before he could come any closer, however, as an explosion then occurred where Wiz thought a door lay and he heard the footsteps of someone running away. With that tell giving him away, the young man could pinpoint him even without magic, but he made sure to feel his presence as well for good measure. He could no longer hide and five chains immediately sprang forth chasing after the intruder. His body might have been injured, but his magic was still perfectly functional and he was raring to give their attacker a taste of it.

However, the man managed to avoid the chains by melting them with a touch. Wiz would not let him off that easily and although he could not actually see it happen, he caused fountains of flames to rise out of the points the chains had been touched on. Blades of water proceeded to disrupt the effect of his spell and in quick succession a barrier was set up after the man. To his chagrin, Wiz had to admit their opponent was skilled, but that made him wonder all the more why he was running away. If it was just because he couldnât take both of them, then he shouldnât have challenged them in the first place. And in fact it was exactly running away that had allowed Wiz to locate him and join the attack.

There was no answer to be found, so Wiz could only follow after him on foot in his slow pace for the barrier would block any of his attacks. Geidrich, who had recovered quickly from whatever had struck him, was already in pursuit. He could sense the shock waves of battle reaching him once again, but now they were far away and he couldnât make much of them. He had to catch up and with his head slowly but steadily stabilising a little, he moved somewhat faster.

Soon he reached the hallway the two magicians had taken and walking out of the mist could see the hole the intruder had blown where the door used to be. With a clear line of sight ahead of him, progress would be easier. Enchanting himself to fly forward instead of having to physically walk, he shot through the air past burn marks, a huge chunk of ice almost blocking the passage and a myriad of spiders crawling all over the floor and walls for a good distance. Even if the combatants had gone far away by now, he could catch up. As he went, though, he felt Geidrich activating the castleâs magic to intertwine its hallways together into an impossible maze much like he had done to his mansion when Wiz was taking the test long ago. He considered stopping to avoid the castleâs deceit, but he figured Geidrich could control this magic at will and wouldnât lead him astray. The intruder, on the other hand, would probably realise the mistake heâd made in challenging them in home ground.

Or so Wiz thought, but more powers were at play. Instead of the hallways operating as heâd remembered, something went wrong. As soon as he turned a corner, the joining of unconnected parts of the castle did not happen without even a sign as heâd expected, but instead he felt himself shaken for a moment and his movement stopped,followed by the hallway spitting him out into a room he knew was on another floor. The abnormal behaviour unnerved Wiz. The enchantment placed on the castle was acting up and there was only one person who could have caused that. He couldnât have had too long a time to disrupt it, a few days at most as opposed to the years Geidrich had spent reinforcing the magic woven into his home. What is more, the intruder hadnât merely obstructed the enchantment, but altered it so that he could control it himself, even if not very elegantly. The mastery required for that was impressive. Wiz was beginning to fear that man more and more.

As he rose from where heâd fallen, Wiz noticed that he wasnât in fact alone. Geidrich had also been dropped in the same room. The man had a cut on his cheek and burns on his clothes. The apprentice didnât know if his masterâs opponent had received an equal amount of blows, but he could tell that Geidrich was having trouble with him either way.

With a worried look in his eyes, the Enchanter closed the distance between them and look into Wizâs eyes, shining a light onto them, âAre you all right, Wiz? Was your head hurt too badly? I hope itâs not a concussionâ.

âIâm fine, what about you? And the intruder?â Wiz could no longer sense him. He feared the enemy could come out of anywhere any time. âDonât worry about that. You only need to get to a safe place away from himâ.

âBut with the two of us, we couldâ¦â

âHe is a foe beyond your powers. It would be too dangerous. He has already disabled or brushed off many of my traps and enchantments. We can only depend on our own skills to fight him and yours arenât enough yet. You must escapeâ.

âI donât want to leave youâ.

â''Listen''! Itâs not safeâ.

Wiz didnât get to respond. Before he could, Geidrich was suddenly pulled away from him and flew across the room. Even the Enchanter had been taken by surprise, as his expression betrayed. Wiz watched terrified as his master was taken away behind double closing doors.

âNoooooo!â he screamed and tried to disrupt the magic, but it was to no avail.

He ran after him, as best he could, but the doors were magically sealed. Not having time to bother with the lock, he forced them open by shuttering them to pieces. He quickly followed the scent of battle. Behind another door, he found a winged lion of flames wrestling with a shadowy beast of indiscernible shape, wreaking havoc in the small storage room. Wiz cautiously crossed avoiding the summons and the chaos they created, but neither of them paid him any heed, so it was easier than expected. He was glad in that moment that Agnise happened to be away from home at the time of the attack, but he wondered what state of the castle sheâd return to.

On the other side of the room was a hallway he knew led to the entrance of two neighbouring towers of the castle. He hurried there hoping he wouldnât miss which tower they would go up. However, as he reached the end, he found a crater on the floor, but no clues as to which way the two magicians had gone. He hesitated, but in the end he realised all he could do was risk it. He chose one of the towers and started climbing it.

Higher and higher, faster and faster. He ignored the complaints of his body and continued his pursuit. He could still hear the sounds of combat, but couldnât tell if it was coming from his tower or the next. The stairway continued on and on in a spiralling fashion and Wiz could tell this wasnât the most effective method of ascending, both in terms of time and energy. He had to be cleverer than that if he hoped to achieve anything. At the first window he found he got to the outside of the tower and started walking up its wall. Before long, he finally reached the top of the tower. And to his horror, no one was there.

He briefly considered that he might have gotten there before them, but he rejected the idea immediately. Heâd been too far behind. But there was no reason to think it over in his head. There was an easy way to confirm it. He looked over to the other tower, slightly shorter than his. Sure enough, two figures were standing on top of the balcony its staircase led to. Dressed primarily in black, he couldnât make out the intruderâs appearance in the night very well, though he did notice a red stain on his clothes.

Geidrich, however, looked in distress, if Wiz could saw properly from the distance. They seemed to be talking, but his master was backed away to the edge of the balcony. Wiz wanted to shout, to interrupt them, to do something, but then the man turned and looked at him. Gazed into his eyes. And Wiz could see the assailantâs. Yellow irises peered into him with malice. He knew them from before, but he hardly recognised them in the moment. The man smiled a sinister smile and his gaze seemed to be judging him, as if telling him this was all his fault. He felt it to his bones. And then Wiz understood. He was hated by everything. He was a cursed being. There was no happiness for him.

The man turned back to Geidrich. Wiz couldnât move. The man stretched his arm forward. He couldnât breathe. There was a flash and the ring on Geidrichâs finger broke, shattered in dozens of pieces that flew in the night. He couldnât do anything. In the same instant, the Enchanter was pushed off the tower. He could only watch. The man disappeared, fading and morphing into one with the darkness.

 

And in the starlight, Wiz watched Geidrich the Azure fall to his doom. . .

 

 

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== Interesting ==

Three years and eleven months later... interesting.

== Thought we could use this for... something. I don't know. ==

Interesting. We've never used this before in the wikis. I wonder how exactly it works.

I'm not sure removing the Latest Activity from the main page altogether is the wisest course of action. I mean it may be a malfunctioning feature, but it isn't really broken. Hadn't you noticed it's late on showing the latest changes in the KotOS wiki, too? You were never frustrated before.

Well, let's see how this goes.

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== Interesting 2 ==

Very interesting.

== He's mean ==

Talmid doesn't even notice this for three years

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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

It is the details that matter in life. Little moments that make up one's day and short days that make up one's life. The people you meet, the decisions you make, the way you act. It's all important. It's not the so called big things that are really important. You might as well reach infinity, but if within the same moment you're back it doesn't matter. Foolish is the one who looks unto the wedding and forgets the marriage. For even though there are big events and turning points, those are in fact made of the small details. It's where your past, your present and your future meet. Moments gone by and moments to come. People you know and people you'll meet. Who you were and who you'll be. With every small change in every moment, the present is set apart by other potential realities and so with our choices they diverge. Every second is definitive in shaping the ones to follow. For in the end, they all converge together. And then is created what may be a âmajor pointâ. So, be kind to those you meet. Do not forget the moments. Take note of the details. For they might come back to haunt you when they all converge. Yes, take care of people. Because we're all tiny dots in the vast universe. And that's what makes us important.

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==Part 4==
{{Jammers|Secret-text=There was no more idle chit-chat now. With the tension rising every moment of waiting, no one dared to speak. Indeed it was like they were all collectively holding their breath as one. Wiz himself felt his anxiety rising at that point as well. In regards to the success of the venture, he had no great fear other than one âhe had started to move again recently and it made him worry.

Ardon looked at his watch again. Only a couple minutes now. His company was ready. The Sentinel troops were ready. The Assembly squads had prepared their constructs. Everyone was on edge. A squirrel swiftly passed over them, jumping from tree to tree. Someone almost started firing their personal fortressâs guns. The tension was high. The air was solid. Even Wiz was sweating. This part never got easier.

A red LED light appeared on his watch for a moment. That was the first signal. The northern battalions were ready. Moments later, came a second red light. The three southern battalions. He pressed a button on his watch, sending the others a similar signal. Now, that meant everyone was ready. In just a minute now, the silence would break. And fiery hell would descend upon the world of Nimbus Station.

Captain Mayas notified the F5 Forcers that they were about to begin. Wiz gripped firmly on his weapon trying to get a grip mentally as well. Thirty seconds now. The Assembly members performed a last check on their weaponry. Those who hadnât drawn their weapons yet, did so then. Twenty seconds. The catapults had long been prepared for launching at command. Ten seconds. All the ranged fighters aimed their weapons. Five seconds. A drop of sweat rolled over Wizâs eye, hindering his vision for a moment. In the time, it took him to wipe it off, the eternity was over.

âNOW!â someone said.}}
To Be Continued. . .
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Into Raging Fire

2021-04-01T16:04:44Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Adding categories

It is the details that matter in life. Little moments that make up one's day and short days that make up one's life. The people you meet, the decisions you make, the way you act. It's all important. It's not the so called big things that are really important. You might as well reach infinity, but if within the same moment you're back it doesn't matter. Foolish is the one who looks unto the wedding and forgets the marriage. For even though there are big events and turning points, those are in fact made of the small details. It's where your past, your present and your future meet. Moments gone by and moments to come. People you know and people you'll meet. Who you were and who you'll be. With every small change in every moment, the present is set apart by other potential realities and so with our choices they diverge. Every second is definitive in shaping the ones to follow. For in the end, they all converge together. And then is created what may be a âmajor pointâ. So, be kind to those you meet. Do not forget the moments. Take note of the details. For they might come back to haunt you when they all converge. Yes, take care of people. Because we're all tiny dots in the vast universe. And that's what makes us important.

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==Part 3==
{{Jammers|Secret-text=What did you expect? This is April Fool's and I'm still not at the point where I would share IRF.
Now have some words to make this look bigger so people looking from the outside might be more easily fooled that this is IRF.
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==Part 4==
{{Jammers|Secret-text=There was no more idle chit-chat now. With the tension rising every moment of waiting, no one dared to speak. Indeed it was like they were all collectively holding their breath as one. Wiz himself felt his anxiety rising at that point as well. In regards to the success of the venture, he had no great fear other than one âhe had started to move again recently and it made him worry.

Ardon looked at his watch again. Only a couple minutes now. His company was ready. The Sentinel troops were ready. The Assembly squads had prepared their constructs. Everyone was on edge. A squirrel swiftly passed over them, jumping from tree to tree. Someone almost started firing their personal fortressâs guns. The tension was high. The air was solid. Even Wiz was sweating. This part never got easier.

A red LED light appeared on his watch for a moment. That was the first signal. The northern battalions were ready. Moments later, came a second red light. The three southern battalions. He pressed a button on his watch, sending the others a similar signal. Now, that meant everyone was ready. In just a minute now, the silence would break. And fiery hell would descend upon the world of Nimbus Station.

Captain Mayas notified the F5 Forcers that they were about to begin. Wiz gripped firmly on his weapon trying to get a grip mentally as well. Thirty seconds now. The Assembly members performed a last check on their weaponry. Those who hadnât drawn their weapons yet, did so then. Twenty seconds. The catapults had long been prepared for launching at command. Ten seconds. All the ranged fighters aimed their weapons. Five seconds. A drop of sweat rolled over Wizâs eye, hindering his vision for a moment. In the time, it took him to wipe it off, the eternity was over.

âNOW!â someone said.}}
To Be Continued. . .
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Into Raging Fire

2021-04-01T16:04:09Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

It is the details that matter in life. Little moments that make up one's day and short days that make up one's life. The people you meet, the decisions you make, the way you act. It's all important. It's not the so called big things that are really important. You might as well reach infinity, but if within the same moment you're back it doesn't matter. Foolish is the one who looks unto the wedding and forgets the marriage. For even though there are big events and turning points, those are in fact made of the small details. It's where your past, your present and your future meet. Moments gone by and moments to come. People you know and people you'll meet. Who you were and who you'll be. With every small change in every moment, the present is set apart by other potential realities and so with our choices they diverge. Every second is definitive in shaping the ones to follow. For in the end, they all converge together. And then is created what may be a âmajor pointâ. So, be kind to those you meet. Do not forget the moments. Take note of the details. For they might come back to haunt you when they all converge. Yes, take care of people. Because we're all tiny dots in the vast universe. And that's what makes us important.

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==Part 3==
{{Jammers|Secret-text=What did you expect? This is April Fool's and I'm still not at the point where I would share IRF.
Now have some words to make this look bigger so people looking from the outside might be more easily fooled that this is IRF.
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==Part 4==
{{Jammers|Secret-text=There was no more idle chit-chat now. With the tension rising every moment of waiting, no one dared to speak. Indeed it was like they were all collectively holding their breath as one. Wiz himself felt his anxiety rising at that point as well. In regards to the success of the venture, he had no great fear other than one âhe had started to move again recently and it made him worry.

Ardon looked at his watch again. Only a couple minutes now. His company was ready. The Sentinel troops were ready. The Assembly squads had prepared their constructs. Everyone was on edge. A squirrel swiftly passed over them, jumping from tree to tree. Someone almost started firing their personal fortressâs guns. The tension was high. The air was solid. Even Wiz was sweating. This part never got easier.

A red LED light appeared on his watch for a moment. That was the first signal. The northern battalions were ready. Moments later, came a second red light. The three southern battalions. He pressed a button on his watch, sending the others a similar signal. Now, that meant everyone was ready. In just a minute now, the silence would break. And fiery hell would descend upon the world of Nimbus Station.

Captain Mayas notified the F5 Forcers that they were about to begin. Wiz gripped firmly on his weapon trying to get a grip mentally as well. Thirty seconds now. The Assembly members performed a last check on their weaponry. Those who hadnât drawn their weapons yet, did so then. Twenty seconds. The catapults had long been prepared for launching at command. Ten seconds. All the ranged fighters aimed their weapons. Five seconds. A drop of sweat rolled over Wizâs eye, hindering his vision for a moment. In the time, it took him to wipe it off, the eternity was over.

âNOW!â someone said.}}
To Be Continued. . .

Into Raging Fire

2021-04-01T15:57:54Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

Into Raging Fire

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Into Raging Fire

2021-04-01T15:48:22Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Created page with "It is the details that matter in life. Little moments that make up one's day and short days that make up one's life. The people you meet, the decisions you make, the way you a..."

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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

<div style="text-align:center">'''''Our Featured Story is'''''

Happy Mother's Day (2021) 
[[File:Colonel Saunders.jpg|280px|link=Happy Mother's Day (2021)]] 
Introducing Four Ding Dongs, a new story from the minds that brought you "The Insane Blatherings, (Purposefully) Forgotten Tales of the land of Morcia" and "A Kindling Flame". Guest Starring everyone and their mothers. Literally.</div>

Tain Lee

2021-03-26T13:54:20Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Reverted edits by Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter (talk) to last revision by Stirling Silverstine

{{Stub}} {{CHARACTER_STATS|nickname(s) = Trooper 02243-B6

The Rogue Square

Doc (by Carson)|allegiance = Paradox Rogues (former)

Knights of the Old Speech|race = Mixed Aquilone and Cheinese|gender = Male|weapon(s) = Dual Wormholers

Knife

Paradox Marauder Missile Launcher and Blaster|status = Alive|hair_colour = Black|height = 5' 9''|special_ablilities = Mechanically inclined|outfit_colour(s) = Black, Red, Brown|occupation = Paradox Rogue (Former)
Now Rogue Rogue (Or Rogue Square)}}

== Summary ==
Tain was born in Aquila with mixed Aquilone-Cheinese heritage. He joined the [[Paradox Rogues]] contingent in [[Aquila]] on July 4th, 3027, in the first year of [[Lord thedude7500|thedude]]'s rule, but within a month he became disenchanted by the Rogue's fanaticism and cruelty, leading him to go rogue against the Rogues. Thus he became known as the Rogue Square.

For 5 years Tain ambushed and sabotaged Rogue movements across the western kingdoms, while avoiding being caught by the incompetent Rogues under Commander Borock. But after helping [[Nuncius the Messenger|Nuncius Coedwig the Messenger]], Tain was captured by Mikhaila's Elite Paradox Rogues. ([[Legend of the Rogue Square]])

In 3037, while imprisoned in the Prisons of Thunderclap Keep, Tain was freed by friends of [[Peragrine Wanderthistle]] along with other prisoners ([[To Defy Doom]]). He is currently at large.

=== Personality ===
Tain is an introvert, uncomfortable with showing his feelings. Sharing them vocally is in most cases completely out of the question, so that's why his emotions often come out to play in different ways (glaring and wincing for instance), which however are too subtle for people to usually notice. Tain at the same time wants people to know how he feels, but also will do his best to hide such feelings. So, while he might glare at someone to get his annoyance out, once he realised that person noticed him he would look away, worrying that they might think he was angry or annoyed. The fact that he ''was'' would be irrelevant; what matters is not letting other people know, partially to avoid tension and burdening other people, partially because expressing his feelings is not his best suit.

Despite this social misgiving, Tain strongly cares about doing the right thing and fighting evil and wrongdoers, which has more than once brought people to look up to him in a crisis, to his great discomfort (which he dares not let show.).

=== Appearances ===
* [[Rise of the Messenger]]
* [[Legend of the Rogue Square]]
* [[To Defy Doom]]
* [[To Find Friends]]
[[Category:Characters]]

Tain Lee

2021-03-26T13:52:03Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

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{{Stub}} {{CHARACTER_STATS|nickname(s) = Trooper 02243-B6

The Rogue Square

Doc (by Carson)|allegiance = Paradox Rogues (former)

Knights of the Old Speech|race = Mixed Aquilone and Cheinese|gender = Male|weapon(s) = Dual Wormholers

Knife

Paradox Marauder Missile Launcher and Blaster|status = Alive|hair_colour = Black|height = 5' 9''|special_ablilities = Mechanically inclined|outfit_colour(s) = Black, Red, Brown|occupation = Paradox Rogue (Former)
Now Rogue Rogue (Or Rogue Square)}}

== Summary ==
Tain was born in Aquila with mixed Aquilone-Cheinese heritage. He joined the [[Paradox Rogues]] contingent in [[Aquila]] on July 4th, 3027, in the first year of [[Lord thedude7500|thedude]]'s rule, but within a month he became disenchanted by the Rogue's fanaticism and cruelty, leading him to go rogue against the Rogues. Thus he became known as the Rogue Square.

For 5 years Tain ambushed and sabotaged Rogue movements across the western kingdoms, while avoiding being caught by the incompetent Rogues under Commander Borock. But after helping [[Nuncius the Messenger|Nuncius Coedwig the Messenger]], Tain was captured by Mikhaila's Elite Paradox Rogues. ([[Legend of the Rogue Square]])

In 3037, while imprisoned in the Prisons of Thunderclap Keep, Tain was freed by friends of [[Peragrine Wanderthistle]] along with other prisoners ([[To Defy Doom]]). He is currently at large.

=== Personality ===
Tain is an introvert, uncomfortable with showing his feelings. Sharing them vocally is in most cases completely out of the question, so that's why his emotions often come out to play in different ways (glaring and wincing for instance), which however are too subtle for people to usually notice. Tain at the same time wants people to know how he feels, but also will do his best to hide such feelings. So, while he might glare at someone to get his annoyance out, once he realised that person noticed him he would look away, worrying that they might think he was angry or annoyed. The fact that he ''was'' would be irrelevant; what matters is not letting other people know, partially to avoid tension and burdening other people, partially because expressing his feelings is not his best suit.

Despite this social misgiving, Tain strongly cares about doing the right thing and fighting evil and wrongdoers, which has more than once brought people to look up to him in a crisis, to his great discomfort (which he dares not let show.).

=== Appearances ===
* [[Rise of the Messenger]]
* [[Legend of the Rogue Square]]
* [[To Defy Doom]]
* [[To Find Friends]]
[[Category:Characters]]

Knights of the Olde Speech Wikia

2020-12-27T11:21:58Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

<blockquote>A Knight is: </blockquote><blockquote>Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent. -Sir Thingguy.</blockquote>
 
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==Welcome to the Knights of the Olde Speech Wikia==
The Knights of the Olde Speech are an ancient organisation that fight against the tyrannical rule of internet troll [[Lord thedude7500|TheDude7500]] , in the hope of one day seeing the land of Morcia free again. Okay, that's the abridged version, but you know what I mean.

==How did this queer organisation come about, I hear ye ask?==
"''Foreword â How we began ''
 
''On the Fourth of March, 2012, a certain LEGO Account User titled Thingguy2 made a post including the words: âTalmid!! Thou art an Artisan!â The next day, it was approved by the moderators of the LEGO Forum and another LEGO Account User titled Lukey3449 (we call him Lukas) made a comment on the fact that he loves (quote) âold-timey talk,â and how it would be epic if we were to make all our posts in (again, quote) âold-timey talk.â So the LEGO User Talmid banded us together and named us âThe Knights of Old Speech.â For a short while, we only talked in Old English. Then we became a bit more lax and talked regular as well. ''
 
''Anyway, our strong defense of Grammar and Friendship was soon noticed by Legoboy0829 and Seton1234 (may he rest in peace), and they quickly joined our band. We have been joined by many others, including Samlooploop (Lady Jonna), EthanWS (Sir Sharp), Dragon8328 (Sir Dragon), Lewbob7785 (Sir Spak), JohnNC (Sir John Nicolas Cataclysm), Firelash02 (Sir Loin of Beef), RangerHalt79 (Ranger Halt), Ninjago_Builders (Sir Skilled Honored Ninjago Builderson), and others who Iâve either forgotten, or canât remember the numbers in their names. We soon became more orderly and Sir Lukas created our own little chat room. We made ranks, positions, and even formed a secret base, a base so secret that only four knights have found it so far. Although it was discovered by a non-knight, but we can trust him.'' 
 
''Now, onto the story.''"

Thingguy2 (Founding member of the Knights of the Olde Speech)

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A great quote, but it doesn't quite cover everything. :P

The story in question, "'''[[Perpetual Doom: Being the First Installment in the MMOS KOTOS Series|Perpetual Doom]]'''", is what kicked off the KOtoS storyline (not to be confused with the Talmid show, the Story of a Minifigure, Imagination Infection, or Power of Ages), which is now one of the most ridiculous and branching pieces of media since Bionicle. Perpetual Doom is probably a good representation of that, with the multi-writer nature of the tale sowing chaos and confusion. The Additional Manuscripts are a menagerie of stories, ranging from humorous outings such as "'''[[Concerning the Construction of a certain Rad Washing Machine|Concerning the Construction of a Certain Rad Washing Machine]]'''" to thrillers like "'''[[Ironsides]]'''", whilst in the midst of all of that is... whatever "'''[[The Insane Blatherings, (Purposefully) Forgotten Tales of the land of Morcia]]'''" was supposed to be. And, of course, the second great multi-writer, "'''[[Scattered Ashes - Being the Second Installment in the MMOS KOTOS Series|Scattered Ashes]]'''", is currently underway.

Anyways, we were initially based on the Lego Message Boards, but the need for our information to be in one easy-to-access place prompted the creation of this wikia, and our expansion was influenced by heavy moderation, and the closing of board after board of the MBs, culminating the closing of the Lego Message Boards themselves. We have info on characters and stories, and we discuss ideas and quotes on the forums. Basically, it's our hub.

If you've found this website, you're either a friend of ours who was given a link, or a watcher of the Talmid show who saw that notification video he made. Or maybe you were looking for something to do with Knights of the Old Republic. Sorry, wrong extensively branching story universe. In any case, we hope you like what you find around here. And who knows? We're always accepting of new applicants.

Yours Truly,

Haroldosaur (member of the Knights of the Olde Speech and creator of the wikia)

==Additional Links==

*<big>'''For further insight into the world we've created, visit this link:'''''' [[Introduction to the KotOS Universe]].'''</big>
*<big>'''For a quick link to all of our stories, see here: '''[[Manuscripts and Stories|'''Manuscripts and Stories''']]'''.'''</big>

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Knights of the Olde Speech Wikia

2020-12-27T11:19:45Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

<blockquote>A Knight is: </blockquote><blockquote>Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent. -Sir Thingguy.</blockquote>
 
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==Welcome to the Knights of the Olde Speech Wikia==
The Knights of the Olde Speech are an ancient organisation that fight against the tyrannical rule of internet troll [[Lord thedude7500|TheDude7500]] , in the hope of one day seeing the land of Morcia free again. Okay, that's the abridged version, but you know what I mean.

==How did this queer organisation come about, I hear ye ask?==
"''Foreword â How we began ''
 
''On the Fourth of March, 2012, a certain LEGO Account User titled Thingguy2 made a post including the words: âTalmid!! Thou art an Artisan!â The next day, it was approved by the moderators of the LEGO Forum and another LEGO Account User titled Lukey3449 (we call him Lukas) made a comment on the fact that he loves (quote) âold-timey talk,â and how it would be epic if we were to make all our posts in (again, quote) âold-timey talk.â So the LEGO User Talmid banded us together and named us âThe Knights of Old Speech.â For a short while, we only talked in Old English. Then we became a bit more lax and talked regular as well. ''
 
''Anyway, our strong defense of Grammar and Friendship was soon noticed by Legoboy0829 and Seton1234 (may he rest in peace), and they quickly joined our band. We have been joined by many others, including Samlooploop (Lady Jonna), EthanWS (Sir Sharp), Dragon8328 (Sir Dragon), Lewbob7785 (Sir Spak), JohnNC (Sir John Nicolas Cataclysm), Firelash02 (Sir Loin of Beef), RangerHalt79 (Ranger Halt), Ninjago_Builders (Sir Skilled Honored Ninjago Builderson), and others who Iâve either forgotten, or canât remember the numbers in their names. We soon became more orderly and Sir Lukas created our own little chat room. We made ranks, positions, and even formed a secret base, a base so secret that only four knights have found it so far. Although it was discovered by a non-knight, but we can trust him.'' 
 
''Now, onto the story.''"

Thingguy2 (Founding member of the Knights of the Olde Speech)

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A great quote, but it doesn't quite cover everything. :P

The story in question, "'''[[Perpetual Doom: Being the First Installment in the MMOS KOTOS Series|Perpetual Doom]]'''", is what kicked off the KOtoS storyline (not to be confused with the Talmid show, the Story of a Minifigure, Imagination Infection, or Power of Ages), which is now one of the most ridiculous and branching pieces of media since Bionicle. Perpetual Doom is probably a good representation of that, with the multi-writer nature of the tale sowing chaos and confusion. The Additional Manuscripts are a menagerie of stories, ranging from humorous outings such as "'''[[Concerning the Construction of a certain Rad Washing Machine|Concerning the Construction of a Certain Rad Washing Machine]]'''" to thrillers like "'''[[Ironsides]]'''", whilst in the midst of all of that is... whatever "'''[[The Insane Blatherings, (Purposefully) Forgotten Tales of the land of Morcia]]'''" was supposed to be. And, of course, the second great multi-writer, "'''[[Scattered Ashes - Being the Second Installment in the MMOS KOTOS Series|Scattered Ashes]]'''", is currently underway.

Anyways, we were initially based on the Lego Message Boards, but the need for our information to be in one easy-to-access place prompted the creation of this wikia, and our expansion was influenced by heavy moderation, and the closing of board after board of the MBs, culminating the closing of the Lego Message Boards themselves. We have info on characters and stories, and we discuss ideas and quotes on the forums. Basically, it's our hub.

If you've found this website, you're either a friend of ours who was given a link, or a watcher of the Talmid show who saw that notification video he made. Or maybe you were looking for something to do with Knights of the Old Republic. Sorry, wrong extensively branching story universe. In any case, we hope you like what you find around here. And who knows? We're always accepting of new applicants.

Yours Truly,

Haroldosaur (member of the Knights of the Olde Speech and creator of the wikia)

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Talk:To Find Friends/@comment-28549248-20201113220856/@comment-28549248-20201115190827

2020-11-15T19:08:27Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Created page with "I did say "and onwards". We've seen SA, so any sort of serious attempt at this is already out of the window."

I did say "and onwards". We've seen SA, so any sort of serious attempt at this is already out of the window.

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2020-11-13T22:08:57Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Created page with "I have read Act III, Chapter 1. Was very nice. I love the newly acquired existential crisis in Perry. Goes well with his personality. It's nice seeing Peragrine reflecting on ..."

I have read Act III, Chapter 1. Was very nice. I love the newly acquired existential crisis in Perry. Goes well with his personality. It's nice seeing Peragrine reflecting on his actions and their consequences and the parallel with the Richardson situation fit well, giving an asnwer to his predicament, but also giving us a bit more on what went on previously.

Also while Perry was moping I kinda had a short flash of a could-have-been of a dramatic version of TFF and onwards where Tain and Perry go on as a sad hard-boiled pair of agents of misfortune lamenting their position, but having to continue. Was not entirely repelled by it, not gonna lie. Even if Perry could never really be like this. Probably.

Talk:Paine is Temporary/@comment-28549248-20201113000256/@comment-28549248-20201113000358

2020-11-13T00:03:58Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Created page with "Okay, so the actual quote says forever, not eternal, but I don't know, I think "eternal" sounds better."

Okay, so the actual quote says forever, not eternal, but I don't know, I think "eternal" sounds better.

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2020-11-13T00:02:56Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Created page with "Paine is temporary... But Glorye is eternal!"

Paine is temporary...

But Glorye is eternal!

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2020-11-12T23:12:09Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Created page with "Well, this was definitely a wild ride. A lot happened and there was a lot of speculating going on throughout it all and I'm not sure I can right now wrap my head around everyt..."

Well, this was definitely a wild ride. A lot happened and there was a lot of speculating going on throughout it all and I'm not sure I can right now wrap my head around everything that just happened before my eyes. I think I'm gonna have to think more on the ramifications of this story, but this was definitely very interesting.

Ask me again later about more comments, because I'm sure there's more to be said, but I don't think it's a good time to elaborate right now. A bit late.

Stories by the Fire

2020-11-08T02:21:16Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

==Scary Stories on Halloweâenâs Eve==
 

Three Rogues were seated around a camp fire in a forest clearing, warming their hands from the nightâs cold even though if theyâd understood their suits slightly better, theyâd have known that they had settings that provided thermal insulation and internal heating.

âIâve got to say, though, volunteering to investigate this forest right before Halloweâen was the best idea weâve had in months. Just imagine all the other Rogues that will be waking up in just a few hours to get ready for the Candy Harvest and weâre here just chillingâ, Joe was satisfied.

âI wonder if itâs bad that weâre not really investigating the woods thoughâ, Phil was worried.

âCome on, itâs not like thereâs going to actually be anything hiding here. The mission was so low-priority it hadnât even been assigned to anyone for two weeks. Besides, Ned went out looking for water. That counts as investigating in my bookâ, Roger reassured him.

âYeah man, itâs heaven. We get to go camping and do nothing and just relax. Weâve got our camp fire and our marshmallows and we donât need to get back until the Candy Harvest is over. Itâs perfect!â Joe shared his enthusiasm.

âI supposeâ.

â...â, silence followed for a moment or two.

âItâs pretty cold, thoughâ, Roger finally said.

âAnd weâre out of marshmallowsâ, Joe pointed out, as he stuck the final marshmallow to his wooden stick.

âIâm getting thirsty after all the marshmallowsâ, Phil lamented as he looked over his shoulder for the umpteenth time to see if Ned was coming back. He wasnât.

âMan, this sucks!â Joe declared.

âItâs still four more hours till dawnâ, Roger checked the watch of his HUD. âIt wouldnât be so bad, if we could just sleepâ.

âAs we said, we canât do that. Leaving the camp fire unattended would be far too hazardousâ, Phil reminded him.

âAnd if only one of us stands watch, they may fall asleep, so itâs got to be all of usâ, Joe added.

âI knowâ¦ Itâs just wishful thinking. I wish time would fly fasterâ.

âOh hey, I know what we can do to pass time!â Joe suddenly exclaimed.

âIs it pumpkin seeds? Because weâre out of those, tooâ, Phil interjected.

âNo, not pumpkin seeds. We can tell scary stories!â

âScary stories?â Phil didnât sound that thrilled.

âOh, that seems like fun! You know any good ones, Joe?â

âYeah, I got one. Itâs about ''The Three Monsters of Thunderclap''...â

 
===The Three Monsters of Thunderclap===
 

Thereâs a legend in Thunderclap shared from Rogue to Rogue; it says three monsters are living in Thunderclap, in its dungeons deep. Warnings the elders give never in the dark corners to wander, else death by monster you might meet.

The first one, the oldest, they say is a giant badger zombie. Chained in its dark cell, thedudeâs commands it heeds only. Released in secret, every blue moon, to hunt down and find any enemies of thedude. You cannot defeat it, for in this land the title of the strongest it claims; so if itâs after you, running is the only way. Once a free badger, our king the monster cursed; the story warns: lest to a zombie you also are turned.

The second, most savage, is rumoured to be a half-man, half-lizard, half-machine kind of beast.

Thatâs one half too many.

Hey, get out of my story, Phil! Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the man-lizard-machine beast of doom.

Once aimed thedudeâs armies in war to lead, the poor lizard in its training went mad. Now everything in sight it has to kill with fire, a ruthless murderer with a kill count bigger than all of us three. Deep in the mountain now itâs hidden, where its deranged voice no one can reach. But when the kingâs angry, his minions have failed; he throws them to the pit, the monster to feed.

The third and final one, thedudeâs trusted assassin, a man with no head, wearing a carved pumpkin and carrying a sword. A cold light emits through its hollow eyes, but if you ever gaze upon its glow, know this, you soon will be dead. For the Jack-oâ-Lantern donât breath or sleep, it donât drink or eat. It never rests, always chases, youâll never shake it off. Wherever you go, itâll find you, through land, through sea, through forest and bog. One day youâll find youâve been stabbed by its sword.

So, if thereâs any message to be learnt from this story, never anger thedude, never fail his will. Donât rebel against him or your orders neglect. Or even you might find you are hunted by zombie or lizard or a pumpkin-head!

 

As Joe finished his story and with satisfaction noticed his comradesâ eyes were wide open and Phil was even looking around him for any signs of the Jack-oâ-lantern or the zombie badger, should they be after them because they werenât doing their duty. Joe, thinking he could capitalise on that state of mind, upon concluding his narration jumped up, flailing his arms around and shouting âBOO!â Both his friends jumped up in fear and Phil even screamed. Joe proceeded to laugh at their reactions.

âVery funnyâ, Roger said sarcastically as soon as he regained his composure. âDid you just make all that up to scare us because weâre not taking part in the Candy Harvest?â

âNo, actually the storyâs very true. Rather, the rumours really exist. Donât know if theyâre right thoughâ.

âSpooky. So, youâve got anything to pay Joe back, Phil?â

âHmmâ¦ Scary stories, ha? Weeellâ¦ Y- yeah, I do have one, hereâs how it goes: The Most Apparing Spooky Storyâ.

 
===The Most Apparing Spooky Story===
 

It was a night of All Hallowâs Eve Eve âor was it the early morning of All Hallowâs Eveâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods gathering more firewood. The fire was just about to go out and leave only embers behind, so the night was getting cold.

That sounds familiar.

Shut up, Roger!

âItâs getting coldâ, one of the Rogues, who were definitely not us, noted.

âWell no duhâ.

âNedâ, letâs call the fourth comrade by a random name, how about Ned? âwill be back with the firewood shortly and we can have a strong fire againâ .

âTell that to my freezing toesâ.

âMaybe we should go find Ned and help him. We ainât gaining anything out of freezing to death hereâ.

âI guess maybe we shouldnât have sent Ned alone when weâre all coldâ.

âGah! But finding Ned is work and gathering firewood is more work. I hate workâ.

âMe too, man, but what we gonna do?â

âAaaagh! I hate youâ

âFreeze to death, if you likeâ.

And so the three daring Rogues finally got off their butts and did something. Leaving behind the clearing they were in, they walked into uncharted territory, where there were no paths among the trees, looking for their missing friend. However, it was not long before an unforeseen encounter interrupted them.

Out of the darkness, an enormous beast suddenly rose and towered over them. If the Rogues were found and questioned about it later, theyâd probably not be able to agree on what exactly it looked like. One would say it had three lion heads and a whaleâs tail. One would point out how it had eyes all over and a gaping jaw-less mouth full of teeth, while the third would think it had blue-dotted bat-like wings, even though thatâs really stupid ''Joe''. What all three of them could agree on, though, is the thirty-seven abnormally long tentacles that extended out of its main body, three of which instantly seized them, flexibly wrapping around them several times.

âWho goes there, disturbing my sleep?â the monster spoke with a deep rough voice, like that of the earth.

âUuuuh, Joe, Roger and Philâ, random names of course.

âBleghâ, the eldritch horror said. âSimply humans. Iâll just eat you thenâ

âAaaah, no, please donât eat us. Please, spare us. Weâd very much appreciate it if you let us live!â

âAnd why would I do that? Youâre just some puny humans after all. I see no reason to pity my foodâ.

âBecause weâre both intelligent and itâd kind of be immoral to kill us?â

The creature made a sound that could have possibly been interpreted as laughter, âYou? Intelligent? Please! The humans do not at all compare to the true intelligence the Slapalahalapatus possessâ.

âThe Slapohippo-what?â

âSlapalahalapatus!â the aberration roared angrily. âSee! Itâs this kind of ignorance that sets barbarians such as you as just part of the food chain. Speech is no proof of intelligence or any common parrot would make the cut. Humans such as you cover the planets and think youâre the kings of the world even though you understand nothing of it, just because youâre everywhere, Microbes are also everywhere, but they are in control of nothingâ.

âHey, donât blame us for not knowing! If the Slapahupalos are such a big deal, then shouldnât we have heard more about them? Weâve heard stories and some of us even seen of bigger creatures before, but never of anything like youâ.

The ancient beast, so confident in its earlier words, now paused awkwardly. âAaahâ¦ yesâ¦ thatâ¦ Well, I suppose Iâm the only one leftâ.

âHaaaaa? Is that so?â the Rogues vindictively pursued the path laid out before them. âIf the Slapepaporhaloohaooors are supposed to be so superior to us, how come theyâre all but extinct now while the humans are thriving?â

âItâs because we ''are'' superior that itâs come to this. Long ago, long before this land was even inhabited by humans, when the Slapalahalapatus still thrived and ruled over it, we became so wise and advanced that we were able to read the words written in the essence of the universe by the creators of this world. And while we found perfect sense in all we could read and gained great knowledge from it, one fateful day, a strange word was found that no one could understand. Our greatest philosophers debated on it day and night, but we could still not find its meaning. The scandalous phenomenon spread like wildfire and quickly it was known across the whole world. Eventually everyone was drawn in the mystery and there was no Slapalahalapatus that wasnât concerned by the burning question. A school of thought existed among us that suggested finding the meaning of that word would explain the meaning of life. We started losing sleep over it. We wouldnât eat or drink. We wouldnât talk or relate or mate. We wouldnât work or make art or science. We could only think of the question of the quizzical word. One by one, we started all dying and in the end I was the only one left, drifting through eternity aloneâ.

â,,,â

ââ¦ Pfft, ahahahaha! They died because of a word! AHAHAHA!â

âYou think this is funny?!â the Slapalahalapatus yelled. âHow about ''you ''try and answer this universeâs most difficult question?â

âWell, maybe I canât answer it, but I wonât die over it if I donât! Pff fu huâ.

âWhy donât we amend that then? If you find the meaning of the word, I will spare you, I wonât eat you and let you go. Iâm even feeling generous today and will give you three chances. However, if you cannot, you shall all meet a gruesome deathâ.

âSo, you want us to find the meaning of that word?â

âYesâ.

âAnd if we fail, youâll kill usâ.

âYesâ.

âWell that sounds rad, whatâs the word then?â

âThe word isâ¦ ''appar''â.

âAppar?â

âApparâ.

âJust appar?â

âJust apparâ.

âKinda underwhelming after everythingâ.

âItâs still the worldâs most important word, despite what you think of itâ.

âOkay, so we get three chances? That should take some thoughtâ

âDoes it mean monkey?â

âNo, appar does not mean monkey. A hypothesis that it might was suggested by Rahapaparupato on the Forty-seven-thousand-thirty-second year After Appar, but it was definitively disproven six-hundred-twenty-eight years laterâ.

âJoe, donât waste our chances like that. We should take careful consideration before we provide any hypotheses. Do you even know how many chances we have to get it right if we spout word randomly?â

âI dunno. Five?â

âThat is wrong on so many levels I donât even know where to begin withâ.

âAlright then, if you know so much better, why donât you try with our second go?â

âHmmâ¦ Letâs see. I took Zotaxian for a semester in Rogue Academy and if I recall correctly they had a word apperia that meant serenity. Could this possibly be connected to appar, that is appar meaning serenity?â

âThat couldnât be. Appar is a true word of the essence of the universe; it has nothing to do with the false languages used by physical beings You only have one chance leftâ.

âOh Crux!â âGood going there Phil, you nailed thisâ.

âOh cut me the slack, please. If weâre going to die soon, I donât want your whining to be the last thing I hearâ.

âHmm. If we even found the right meaning, though, how would you know? You donât know the right one either, so how can you judge?â the only Rogue who hadnât ventured a guess so far spoke up.

âI have studied the matter thoroughly. In the impossible scenario that you get it right, then it would click and everything would make sense. I would knowâ.

âI seeâ, Roger then whispered to his comrades. âIâve got this. Follow my leadâ.

âSo, youâve studied this so well youâd know instantly if it was right. Thatâs pretty apparingâ.

âWhat did you just say? Why did you say that word?â

âOh, you didnât realise? So, you still havenât figured it out, even though we know already. How apparingâ.

âWhat? No! But you donât know. You canât possibly have figured it out!â

âDude, donât appar me like that. You canât just go in denialâ.

âYouâre lying, youâre just trying to fool me!â

âWaitâ¦ are you telling me you were apparing me earlier on when you said youâd know if I figured it out?â

âPersonally, Iâm pretty apparredâ, Joe interjected, having realised what Roger was doing.

âOf course I can tell. Speak the meaning and Iâll judgeâ.

âHe canât even appar the meaning himself when heâs supposed to be such an apparing creature. I donât know what to thinkâ, Phil also caught on.

âOf courseâ¦ of course I canâ¦ appar it. I know the meaning, too. Itâs not possible you would have realised it before I did. I can use the word, too. Itâsâ¦ itâs very apparing to find out what this word means. Oh my Appar. I just used the word in a sentence. More than onceâ¦ This meansâ¦ This meansâ¦â

âWhat does it mean?â

âI finally understand. Everything is clear now. I have discovered the meaning of appar. What has eluded me and my kind for so long, I now can grasp and I can say: itâs the most apparing meaning. I am so appared to finally find out. I got through the loneliness and madness long ago and came to peace with myself, but my only regret was that I couldnât ever know what appar meant. And now that I know, I can finally rest in appar. I am grateful, three friends. For although you are humans, this apparment would not have been possible without you. You helped me see the appar and as such I will let you live. Farewell, three humans and may we appar againâ.

With its final words said the Slapalahalapatus was covered in a bright white light that filled all of their vision. Then as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished, the Slapalahalapatus going with it, not without leaving its mark, though, of all the surrounding trees burning.

âWell, that actually workedâ¦ Neatâ.

âDo you actually know what appar meant?â

âNo ideaâ.

âHey, weâve got a camp fire now. Appar!â

 

âThe end!â Phil finished with a satisfied look on his face.

âDude, this isnât a scary story! Itâs called what we were doing two hours agoâ, Joe objected.

âI donât know, it was pretty scary when it happenedâ.

âWell yeah, but not now after itâs over. And definitely not as a story repeated so quickly afterâ.

âItâs pretty weird though. If there was something so dangerous in these woods, one would expect command would have picked up on it and sent someone investigate. It appars me reallyâ, Roger contemplated.

âWell, never mind that. How about a scary story of yours? You do have one, right? After asking for our own?â

âNaturally, my dear friend Joe. And my story is called ''The Most Haunted House of the Century''â.

 
===The Most Haunted House of the Century===
 

It was a night of Halloween Eve âor I guess you might call it early Halloweenâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods searching for water. They were out of food and water and as the night advanced, their thirst grew more and more.

Iâm getting a feeling of deja vu.

Just listen to the story and youâll see.

The three soldiers were getting desperate to drink something and they wondered if it was right to have sent their other comrade to find water alone, even though theyâd just made him gather firewood only to make a new camp fire by themselves. But they all hated work, so worth it. Especially seeing as Ned came back then and for once wasnât useless.

âHey guys, you wonât believe what I found!â the Rogue spoke excitedly as he appeared from the trees.

âIs it water?â

âNo, itâs even better!â

Oops, spoke too soon.

âIf itâs not water, Iâm not interestedâ, Joe looked angry.

âBut guys, you must see this. Thereâs a house in the middle of the forest!â

âIs a house built in a forest so weird?â Phil asked.

âIf it was built in it, no. But this one seems to have crashed a few trees under it, like it appeared on top of them out of nowhereâ.

âThatâsâ¦ apparingâ.

âApparing?â

âSounds worth checking out. Since weâre here anyway, we probably should do as much as to report thisâ.

âIsnât this anyone elseâs job?â Joe complained.

âNo actually this is exactly what we signed up forâ.

âI donât remember thatâ, Roger responded. âBut a magical house sounds fun, letâs do thisâ.

Roger said that, however, not knowing about the old legend of the haunted wandering house. The story goes that there once was a scary strong wizard that one did not want to see cross. When he got mad, he would summon storms or put forests on fire, or worst of all turn you into a wooden squirrel. Living in his magical house that wandered the land on its own,he terrorised it for many years, but eventually even he was slain by a chivalrous hero. However, his house that leaped from place to place still waited for him to return, not knowing that he never would. Embodying the spirit of waiting, it attracted the ghosts of many dead housewives who in their life had to deal with their husbands always away from home. Their merging with the dark and mysterious magics cast into the house from the wizard itself, the haunted wandering house was born: always appearing in dark places across the land, presenting itself to the unassuming, it opens its doors and accepts the weary passersby into its deceptively warm interior. But when it tests its guests and finds them not to be the one itâs looking for, it always with no exception kills them and no one hears of them again. Itâs said that most of all it likes to appear before sailors, travellers and adventurers to satisfy the vengeful spirits haunting it.

That very house is what the four Rogues came upon that night, led by Ned. As described, it lay on top of a couple of trees, crashed by its weight. Coloured black and grey, it was surrounded by an eerie green aura. The Rogues gazed at it in awe and fear, unsure how to proceed.

âSo, what do we do now?â

âI guess we go in?â

âDo we have to?â

âWe canât just come all the way here and not check insideâ.

âFiiineâ.

And so the four Rogues enteredâ¦ And they never came out again. They were never seen again. And no one knows what happened to them.

 

â...â

âIs that it?â

âYou want more?â

âNo, itâs just itâs kind of stupidâ.

âWhat, you didnât like it?â

âDonât get me wrong, it definitely had that spooky potential, but it lacked in execution. The ending especially needed more workâ.

âEveryoneâs a critic, these days. Letâs see if you still have that attitude if you meet the wandering houseâ.

âAs if that kind of thing existsâ.

âHey guys, Iâm back!â

In the thick of their conversation as they were, the three Rogues hadnât noticed Ned approaching them. In their scary-story-affected mood, everyone jumped up from the surprise appearance.

âCrux, Ned, you scared the brick out of me! Donât creep on us like that!â

âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâ.

âWell, never mind that, whereâs the water?â Joe eyed his friend thirstily.

âI didnât find any, but Iâve got the next best thingâ.

âWaiiitâ¦ What is it?â Phil asked.

âItâs a house! Imagine that, a house in a forest!â âA house?â Philâs voice rose a few octaves, but he wasnât the only one who looked shocked.

âShow usâ, Roger instructed.

âWow, I didnât expect you guys to be so interested. I thought youâd say mean things againâ.

âJust take us thereâ, Joeâs voice was a little shaky.

As asked, Ned led them to his findings. And truly they found a house resting upon some fallen trees. It was made of wood and stone and its walls were crooked. There was a chimney on the roof, but no smoke came out of it, only the eerie mist that surrounded the entire building. The Rogues stared at in fear for a while, wondering if it really was what they thought it was. Then, the final drop came when all of a sudden, the houseâs door opened all on its own. This was all the three friends needed and they all together started running away, screaming in fear lest the house eat them. For everybody knows that when encountered with the mysteries of the other side, being as loud as you can is sure to keep you safe.

The three Rogues ran all the way out of the forest and back to base, where they were later punished for bailing with double the work for the Halloweâen Candy Harvest. Only Ned was left behind wondering what had scared his friends so much. He thought he should follow behind them, so they wouldnât get separated, but as he started walking away, he only got a glimpse of it with the edge of his eye and never was able to confirm it: a blonde woman appeared out of the trees and moving swiftly entered the house, the door closing behind her. And Ned never saw her again. . .

==The Tale of Boo==
Gather round children, I've got a story for you Four soldiers once walking in the forest of Boo In there they were greeted by scary old trees Under which no one would sit to K-I-S-S kiss Deeper and deeper they ventured into the woods And the nasty aura always worsened their moods

The moon rose at night The dark grew in might

In the woods lived a lone ghost named Steve He laughed for the day was All Hallow's Eve The spirits had risen and doomed their fate For the foolish soldiers had taken the bait Receiving a signal of colours black and red Too bad their comrade was already dead

As time went on, the four men started to chat Scared they were not, of the occasional bat Ted said he wanted a coffee with cream That's when they all heard an unearthly scream Frightened they panicked, they run their hearts a-beating As they realised their time on earth was fleeting

In midst of the fright The clock struck midnight

And out of nowhere they were stopped by a sudden house Scared witless they entered like in the trap does the mouse Ancient it looked, and in riches abundant Everything went wrong when Ted touched a pendant From all around there was a sound of creaking And doors everywhere went rampant, mad as the king

The soldiers were then trapped with locked all the doors Right before the appearance of a spectral fiery horse It charged against Ted, now he's down for the count Stomped as he was by the nightmarish mount Then walked in a man by hand holding his head Looking at the horrified group that's what he said

"Welcome travellers, how do you do? Brave you are to enter in the forest named Boo Please join me and together let's dine I'm sure to your liking you'll find my wine But know this, just like your friend By morning, there's no escape, you all will be dead"

The three remaining run completely terrified They hoped their fate they somehow defied John saw a window and thought he found a way When he jumped out he saw of hope a ray But when he landed he faced the headless rider A quick swing and the blood spilled like cider

Off with his head Now John's all red

Bill and Robin the mansion also fled Using a catapult made out of a bed When Bill saw little lights he quickly followed And the Will-O-Wisps gladly showed him the road But that decision's moment he would come to rue When the screen would declare: he was eaten by a grue

Robin the forest wandered for a while The dangers he avoided bearing a smile But then appeared Steve and called "Do not be alarmed I come here in peace, I am not armed Let me help you for with you I've got no beef" Yet when Robin lowered his guard, Steve pushed him off a cliff

Down in void he fell As dawn's rang the bell

Please don't cry children, it was well-deserved For the soldiers were Rogues and thedude they all served Just then in the first morning light dose The spirits of All Hallow's Day rose With a new addition among them: the soldiers felt blue As the story ended with four more residents of the forest of Boo

==On Flight on All Hallowâs Day==



âMan, this is the worstâ, the Rogue declared with a dramatic raise of his arms.

âI guess we deserve it at this pointâ¦ We should have made sure not to get caughtâ, his friend replied with a sigh.

âStill, isnât Captain being a little too cruel? He said weâd do double the work, but weâre basically doing everyoneâs and the rest are chillingâ, the third one complained also.

Three Paradox Rogues were walking down the road of a little village in the outskirts of Morcia. No matter its insignificance in the larger scheme of things, however, there was no exception to the law and thedudeâs dues had to be collected in places small and big. As such, in a background of mixed festivities with people dressed in costumes of ghosts, skeletons and Barney, with fires being lit up here and there and effigies being built and carried around; in the chaos of all things, it was unclear if everyone was celebrating or protesting ârioting even; in this background, Joe, Phil and Roger were carrying their bags of harvest, filled with candy.

âCanât we take a break?â Joe asked.

âYou know weâve got to finish this before the end of the dayâ, Phil reminded.

âItâs already past midnight anyway, the even should technically be over, letâs rest for a whileâ, Roger countered.

âFineâ¦â

The three of them stopped by the likeness of a child dressed in a ghost costume being burnt in the middle of the road, using its fire to warm themselves in the chilly night of nearing winter.

âItâs getting quieter at least, graduallyâ, Phil tried to find the silver lining.

âI would have expected the kids to go home a long time ago honestly. Are their parents okay with letting them go wild like that?â Joe wondered.

âYou know itâs like this every year. Does our job so much harderâ.

âBy the way, where is Ned? Did he get lost again?â Roger remembered their other comrade.

âLast I saw him, I think he was being chased out by an old ladyâ.

âWhere did he get to, that slacker?â

âThat means more work for usâ¦ Worst Halloweâen everâ¦â Joe complained once again.

âTechnically, itâs All Hallowâs Day alreadyâ.

âHmm, actually, I donât think thatâs the worst. My cousin Rowen told me a story of what happened to him last year and it sounds no fun at allâ.

âOh and what story was that?â

âLetâs seeâ¦ Let me try and remember thatâ.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 11:12, Log 1




Hello, this is Jack speaking. Official Record Keeper and the best one at that. Though itâs my first time doing it actually. Captain entrusted that to me when we started the journey. This is the sixth day by the way. Oh, you might be wondering why this is the first log, even though itâs the fourth dayâ¦ I kinda forgotâ¦ But itâs all good. Iâm nailing it from now on. Iâve been chosen for this job for my well-suited skill-set, not because the rest of the crew was too bored to do it, as ''some ''suggest.

Oh but at this point I suppose I should introduce the crew! Weâve got the Captain, and you donât want to mess with her. Best captain you could get. Even though she got second place in the West Britay Best Rogue Captain competition, that thing was rigged. No one really likes Captain Barthooker. Whatâs that? I didnât say her name, ah yes. Captain is Captain Elisabeth Viscooky. Donât tell her her name sounds like cookie, though. I imagine sheâd give you two days of mopping for that. Not that I would know for any reason in particular, of course.

Then, weâve got Mr. Svee, the first mate. No one really knows his full name, so we just call him Mr. Svee. Heâs really strong and scary. Everyone respects him, but Iâm kinda afraid to talk to him.

We also have Kibo. Heâs the navigator and pilot. Really knows how to fly straight. And what all these blinking lights and buttons do. So, he must be a genius. And uh, his last name, right? His last name is Ukhozi.

Then thereâs me, Jack. General duties, Official Record Keeper and life of the party. Very talented, graduated Rogue school top of my class, likes country music and puppies. For the ladies, you can hit me up on the email jackknowsgreatnames@thundermail.milt.

Thereâs also Jill whoâs new. We picked her up recently when we started this mission. Apparently, sheâs going to help us with magic consultation or something. Sheâs a sorceress, but this new type that actually knows sorcery, too. Seems pretty cool, but kinda serious. Somewhat aloof. I think Rowen has a crush on her though.

Speaking of Rowen, heâs the other member of the crew. He works on engineering stuff in case anything breaks. Heâs also my best friend and single, if anyoneâs interested.

And this is all of us. Yeah, I know. Small crew, but thatâs because every one of us is worth ten people. Except Fredâ¦ Fred is terrible at everything. Iâm not sure why weâve got him aboard. Oh right! I forgot to mention Fred. Yeah, heâs also a crewmemberâ¦ Anyway, what was I saying? Ah right, weâre all great. Has nothing to do with our division getting budget cuts because our works have been fruitless so far.

You ask what weâre working on? Well, thatâs kinda classified, but maybe I could tell just you, you know between you and me confidentially, that kind of thing. Donât let it slip to anyone else. Weâre basically exploring the horizons, looking for more lands. You know what they say: thedudeâs not conquered everything if thereâs more of everything to conquer. Sadly, no oneâs been able to find anything before, but thatâs actually all the better, because it means ''I ''get to go on this mission. And itâs pretty fun. You knowâ¦ We get isolated from everyone else. See ocean on all sides every dayâ¦ Stay enclosed within the same four walls all the timeâ¦. . . Okay, itâs not the best, but Iâve got my best mates with me, right? Rowen, Jill?

What are you doing?

Iâm recording a log for our mission.

Iâm not sure what exactly youâre up to, but youâre probably doing it wrong.

Hey Rowen, youâre with me right? You get what Iâm saying!

Always, bro!

Thatâs what Iâm talking about bro! See, Jill?

I donât see anything, youâre not making any sense.

In any case, letâs continue. You see, itâs because weâre exploring like that that our journeyâs been taking so long. Normally spaceships like this would get anywhere really fast, but weâve got to actually check the whole landscape or well seascape to look for any land, so progress is slow. Fredâs been saying we wonât find anything since no else has before anyway, but who listens to Fred? After all, Mr. Svee did say that some of the previous expeditions never came back and if they got lost, then there must be somewhere they got lost in and we should find that.

So far weâve not found anything either though. Itâs all been water so far. At least we actually get to travel over it, rather than on it, because I get seasick pretty easily. Not like Fred who gets spacesick, too. Or is it airsick?

Hey Rowen, if youâre flying in a spaceship, but flying in the air, is it spacesick or airsick?

Itâs one of the questions of the ages.

Yo, is it both at the same time?

Itâs like SchrÃ¶dingerâs sickness.

Wouldnât it just be airsick, because itâs whatâs causing the sickness whatâs important, that being travelling in the air?

No, boo. Bad Jill. You donât understand the complicated things.

Yeah, Jill, donât be like Fred.

No one wants to be like a Fred.

Whatâs wrong with Fred, he seems like a nice gu-

Nooooo! Fredâs terrible, have you not seen Fred?

Yeah you canât honestly believe Fred is competent at anything.

Fred is bad.

Fred is bad.

Fred is frad?

Fred is Fred.

Oh man, sick burn.

And with that we complete todayâs log. To summarise: weâre the crew, weâre searching for thing, Fred is bad.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 17:32, Log 2

 

Weâve hit a bit of a delay. Weâre changing course. Apparently, Kibo just noticed we were off course of where we were headed. Never thought Kibo would make a mistake like that. Weâve been on the wrong path, too much to the south, for hours. Iâve not heard of Kibo doing anything like it before. Weird. Guess he must be tired, too, after all this water for six days straightâ¦

Then again, Fred told me all that, so itâs probably nonsense. No way that man knows whatâs going on right.

Well, at least weâre headed the right way now, towards the west. Captain did mention some numbers or coordinates or something, but I donât really remember them. All will be good and hopefully weâll discover new lands in time for breakfast tomorrow.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 23:47, Log 3

 

Man, I could really do with some soda right now.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission sixtee- ah got it wrongâ¦

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:43, Log 4

 

Damn, woken up early today. As if Iâve got a job to do or something. Whatâs it Jill? Stop staring at me like that. Anyway, no land found yet. And I also missed breakfast. Why did Captain have to lock the kitchen today?

Maybe itâs a not so subtle hint youâre supposed to wake up on time.

Listen to her, Rowen. Ridiculous, right?

Haha, all I know is I ate breakfast and you didnât. Sucks to be you.

No, the betrayal!

A- achoo!

Hmm? Whatâs it, Jill? You sick or something.

Nah, I donât think so. Maybe some allergy.

Is there anything on this ship to be allergic to?

You?

Oh man sick burn, she totally got you.

Dang it, I gotta give that to you. And thus we end this recording with Jill ahead of me for now, but will she maintain that score? Tune in next episode to find out.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission aah 17, Date whatever, Log the next one after the previous one

 

Hello everyone. Itâs Rowen, your new host. Iâm sure youâll be happy to have gotten a much better-looking host nowâ¦ Though you canât really see me with these. But my voice is greater, too.

Anyway, for things to log.

Jack is a nerd.

Fred is bad.

Itâs hard to read Captain, but I think I might have seen a slight smile in the morning when Jack was upset about breakfast. So, maybe sheâs happy today.

Jill is still pretty.

Day thirty-one of losing arm-wrestles to Mr. Svee. Gonna get him some day.

Oh uh and speaking of Jill. She said she had a strange itch earlier today and when I suggested I scratch her if itâs hard to reach, she merely shot me down, didnât hit me. So, I think thatâs going well.

Oi Rowen, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, Jackâs coming, gotta go. Over!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:22, Log what was the last number, Rowen?

 

I think youâre doing that wrong, Rowen. Youâre only supposed to say that when using a walkie-talkie.

I mean you can walk with this right?

Not the same thing. Anyway, who gave you permission to use ''my'' journal, ah I mean log.

I just did it, yo.

Hmmâ¦ Well, canât argue with that.

Hey guys, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, itâs Fred. Run, run, go, go, go!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 18:56, Log 7

 

I was telling Rowen, and I think all of you listeners at home will agree, that he should just go for it and ask Jill out, but then he says he canât when the mood in the shipâs so bad, itâs killing his groove. So, I ask him whatâs wrong. And he says that he overheard Kibo and Captain arguing. What are they arguing about, I ask. Apparently, Kibo fell asleep overnight and hit the wrong button or something and sent the ship the wrong way going right bast east towards home. Kibo denied it, saying he was up all night and never did he turn the ship around and he doesnât understand what happened. So, Captainâs mad at him for making a mistake twice, but also not admitting it. She told him to go sleep, because heâs too tired to fly properly and Kibo got annoyed saying it wasnât true at all.

Anyway, Captain took over the controls and weâre back on track now, but I wonder what happened to Kibo. Heâs been a perfect pilot in all our past ventures. Maybe heâs homesick.

Yo, Rowen, what do you think?

Probably he talked to Fred too much and caught incompetence.

Oh thatâs rightâ¦ Thatâs probably it.

Hmm. I donât know, thereâs definitely something weird about this. Iâve been feeling a bit off since a while ago. Maybe thereâs something else at play.

Like what?

Maybe a rebelâs curse. But thatâs just a guess. I think I should probably go study. Tell people not to bother me.

Hey, Rowen, whatâs up with Jill?

Donât know, Jack. But thatâs what girls are like. A mystery.

I can hear you! I told you what was wrong!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 20:56, Log 8

 

Itâs getting late now, so itâs hard to see, but Mr. Svee said he saw mist ahead on the telescope, so weâve all been wondering if that means anything. If we should approach or avoid it. Captain asked for Jill to look into it with her voodoo magic or whatever, but sheâs been cooped up in her room and doesnât come out. I tried to peek in at some point and she was in some sort of meditative stance with weird make-up on her face and candles lit all around. Iâll never understand those sorcerers.

In any case, with her like that, weâve pretty much no choice to just go in and investigate it. I wonder what weâll find. If anything. It might just be boring old mist. Well, weâll find out in a few hours.

 
''Stubbornness'', Mission seventeeaaaaah, something something something 4:28, Log 9

 

Iâm thirsty.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 10

 

Ah, woken up early today, damn. Why Captain, why? I almost missed breakfast, too. Itâs a new day today and hmm, whatâs that? Computerâs got the wrong date for some reason, says the 15th. Weird. Iâll tell Rowen to come and fix it later. Ah, this headache is killing me. Iâll end this entry early now.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 10:42, Log 11

 

Maaan, what is this? I ask Rowen to fix the computer for me and he says no, because somethingâs got Jill spooked up and heâd rather stay with her. Man! Itâs bros before hoes, ya know? Iâd get it if Jill actually what she was so scared of, but she said she doesnât know! Thatâs weird, right? So, now Iâm stuck with Fred trying to fix it, like what?

Hi guys!

Donât make it worse, Fred.

Whoâre you talking to? Any friends back home?

Fred, you know weâre not allowed to contact people outside of this ship without authorisation.

Ah right. So, anyway about this computerâ¦ Have you tried turning it off and on again?

Oh dammit.

 

''Stubbornness'', Official Record Keeperâs Log, Star Date whatever

 

I was on my way to ask Mr. Svee to fix my computer, but then I met Captain and Kibo in the halls having the weirdest conversation. Captain was asking Kibo why the ship was all overturned, but then Kibo said it couldnât have been his fault, because in the early morning it was Captain flying the ship. But thatâs weird, I donât remember Captain taking over. And she too was confused about it. They then simply went and fixed the shipâs course, but Iâm not sure whatâs going on and neither are they. I wonder if Kiboâs cursed.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission the one we got, Date today, around one, Log 13
 

Now Jillâs taken to going around in a weird costume with a censer, burning incense and sprinkling water. She says itâs some kind of ceremonial dress. I think she might end up short-circuiting something, but Rowen isnât stopping her. I think he might just like the costume though.

Captain also seems to think we should just let the sorceress do her thing. Maybe itâs cause thereâs such a strange mood over the ship today, because normally I donât think sheâd be that accepting. I did catch Mr. Svee giving her an unconvinced look, though.

What a day.

 
''Stubbornness'', blah blah blah, Log 14, Status report

 

It appears through our combined efforts, Fred, Mr. Svee and I haveâ¦ crashed my computer. Itâs not opening any more, dammit. Oh, but also it looks like the date problem involves all our computers. Did we get hacked?

 
''Stubbornness'' pays off! Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 14:53, Log 15

 

WE HAVE SEEN LAND! I repeat! We have seen land! I was just informed Mr. Svee saw it on the telescope. Looks like an island. Itâs overcast with mist apparently and thereâs a storm on the horizon, but weâre all too excited. Weâve discovered new land, actual land. The mission is a success! Weâre all eager to see it from up close and explore it, so weâll attempt to land. A storm should be no problem for our ship.
 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:09, Blog 16

 

Hello everybody and welcome back to the Official Record Blog. Today we will be interviewing the crew of the ship Stubbornness. I have with me right now a man by the name Rowen, would you like to tell us what youâre doing right now?

Maintenance on the engines.

Ah splendid. And will that be important for landing on the island?

Itâs important for everything.

I see, I see. And tell us, Mr. Rowen, what are you excited for in light of the upcoming exploration?

Hmmâ¦ I wonder if thereâll be any good food there.

Donât we all? You know what they say, they donât pay for luxury in the Rogues.
 

Next is Miss Jill. What would you like to say to the audience, Jill?

Aaaaah. Donât poke sleeping dragons?

Awfully specific, but will do. Would you care to explain what youâre doing?

Iâm preparing an enchantment for the blessing of this ship.

For those of you at home who canât see, Jill is currently standing on one leg, reaching for her head with the other and juggling some mysterious bags of dried leaves with her hands. Impressive, I know, but kids donât try this at home.

Itâs actually a lot more complicated than what Jack just explained.

You heard it right from the source folks.

And anything youâre looking forward to now that weâll be landing?

Hmm, I guess Iâd like to see what the landscape is like.

What a nerd.

Hey! And here I am being nice, humouring you.

How very uncharacteristic of you. But thatâs all the time weâve got for you, Iâm afraid. Youâll have to file your complaints next time.

As if Iâm coming on this show again another timeâ¦

Youâve acknowledged it as a show now, you canât take this back, ha ha ha ha!

No wait Jack, come back!

 

Haha and now that weâve gotten to trick Jill, let us proceed to the next person. Kibo, would you like to-

Hey, who let you in here? Be quiet, Iâm trying to focus now, weâll be entering the storm soon.

And so-

Get out of here!

 

Alas, the last thing didnât work out, but weâve got more people to interview. Mr. Svee what would you like to tell the audience?

Hrmph.

Ah, very eloquently said.

And what are you doing there?

Preparinâ. Landinâ.

Ah, I seeâ¦ And what is something youâd like to do once we land?

â¦ Fishinâ

Very nice. Maybe youâd like a fishing partner once you do.

No.

Ahâ¦ Okay. Then, I believe this part of the interviewing process is over. On to the next person!

 

Hey Captain, what-

What in Crux are you doing, Jack?

Interviewing?

Why?

As part of my logging dutiesâ¦

Haaaâ¦ Iâll let you off this once, because weâre all excited todayâ¦ But donât you go doing stupid stuff like that again, you hear me?

Yes, maâam!

 

And thus sadly this interview comes to an end, but hopefully youâve all come to know our crew members a little better. Thatâs all of them after all.

Hey, what about me?

What about you Fred?

Wonât you interview me?

No.

 

Log 17

 

Hem hemâ¦ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

WE JUST ENTERED THE STORM AND I DONâT KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, BECAUSE ITâS VERY LOUD, BUT DAMN WAS THAT SUDDEN ROAR OF THUNDER SCARY!

 

Log 18

 

Welcome back. Iâve sought out a more soundproof place, so that you can hear my voice without screaming. The storm has proven to be stronger than we expected. Kiboâs fighting it out right now, so that weâre not overtaken by the winds, but itâs fine, this kind of thing happens sometimes. Iâve got to say though I really am glad weâre in a waterproof airtight ship cause itâs chaos out there. I looked out a window and could barely see anything beyond the drops of rain. Or the hail. Yes, there seems to be hail also.

Rowen and Jill are here with me in the closet, looking for warm clothes and blankets. Itâs gotten pretty cold suddenly. And Captain doesnât want to raise the thermostatâs temperature. Something about saving energy. I donât really get it, weâve got enough fuel to go on for thrice as much and still be able to come back, but Captain is Captain, I suppose. At least, it means Jill changed out of her ridiculous outfit.

 

Log 19

 

And the storm just got stronger. You can hear the sound of hail hitting on the roof, canât you? I wonder if my voice will end up completely drowned out by the end of this.

Weâve got more people trying to stay warm in the closet now, under the piles of cloth available. Fredâs here and Mr. Svee stayed for a while before he went back to. Captain and Kibo are in the cockpit though trying to keep control of the ship. The stormâs making it harder to land safely, but they should be able to make it soon if they work together.

Iâll just stay in the closet though. Incidentally, the closet also happens to be the emergency room for some reason âI think it was a form of budget cuts. However, itâs not that Iâm scared. Iâm just here toâ¦ guard the clothes. Itâd be a shame if something happened to them. What would Jill do if she lost any other potential weird outfits?

My outfits arenât weird.

Itâs not the time for that, Jill! Erm hem, where was I? Ah yes. So, as you can see Rowen and Jill are lucky to have me with them. I can protect them as well as the clothes.

 

Log 20

 

Nope, not doing it. Better to just pull out, they said. We wouldnât be able to go out anyway if we landed, so itâs better if we just wait it out from outside.

The jolts are getting more violent and Rowenâs kinda scared. Ha ha, heâs such a kid. Iâm not scared at all myself of course.

 
Lo- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

The shipâs gone out of control. Weâre spinuwauwawanniiiingâ¦!

I think Iâm going to hurl!

Please donât!

Ah, Mr. Svee, what do we do?!

Brace for impact! Weâre falling!

 

I think Iâve gotta go now. The shipâs gone underwater and there might be damage to the hull.

Mr. Sveeâs hit his head.

Oh no, is he all right?

Heâs breathing, but it might be a concussion.

Fred, take care of him, weâve got to go.

 

 

Ahâ¦ This is Rowen speaking. I found Jackâs recorder on the floor, so Iâve picked it up now. If these are going to be the last moments of our lives, we might as well leave something behind of them. The emergency lights just went on after a power failure, but for a while it was dark and I lost Jill. I got separated from Jack earlier when the seaweed monsters were chasing us.

You see, we fixed the parts of the hull that had been breached, or so we thought. But then it turned out some kind of moving, crawling seaweeds had gotten in along with the water. They tried to strangle Jack, but we cut them off him. Then, they started amassing together to form bigger figures that chased us.

I think Iâve lost them for now, but thatâs not the only problem right now. Iâve come up to a window and that sound we heard earlierâ¦ Huge tentacles seem to be wrapped around the ship. What the heck is this? Are we gonna die? I donât wanna die. This is stupid.

 

Hi, itâs me again. Iâve come up to the cockpit door. I tried to open it, but it wouldnât badge. Then, I noticed the seaweeds on it. Iâm afraid to touch it. Captain and Kibo might be in danger, thoughâ¦ Iâll try knocking.

Hello? Hello? Anybody in? Theyâre not answering, but the seaweeds are starting to stir. They might already beâ¦ Either way, I donât think I can help them. I hopeâ¦ I hope. I gotta go!

 

Whoa! Jill is awesome! She just came out of nowhere and burnt some seaweeds to a crisp. Never underestimate sorcerers. Thanks Jill, you saved me.

No problem, but what are you doing at such a time?

Never mind that, we should try to find the others and stick together.

 

We just found Jack struggling with a bunch of fish that had gotten in through another hole. We got him away, but I donât know if we can fight all these fish. Theyâre pretty big and they look hungry and thereâs all this water coming in.

Letâs just run!
 

Haha! This was so cool. Jack just smashed a sea snakeâs head with a bat. Not sure where he even got it. Saved Jill that way. Iâm starting to think we might just make it. Soon weâll get to the armoury to get our weapons.

 

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

Weâve been thrown! Weâve been thrown! The tentacles have thrown us! Weâre all gonna die, weâre all gonna die! Weâll start falling soon and then we will die.

â¦

Hey guys when are we gonna start falling?

I donât know, I figured itâd start happening right about now, but honestly it feels like weâre still.

Weird.

So weâre not gonna die?

Greetings.

AH! Itâs something!

KILL IT WITH FIRE! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Wait, itâs a person!

How did he get here? How did you get here? Are you an enemy? Ha! Are you a sea person?

I am not-

Down with sea people! Iâm not going down so easily, youâll only kill me over my dead body.

What?

As I was saying-

How can he kill you over your dead body? That doesnât seem physically possible.

Thatâs why it would only happen over my dead body.

What?

No, no, heâs got a point.

Silence!

Ah right, intruder. Sorry, weâre not used to dealing with that. Honestly, you find us in a bit of an uncomfortable time.

I know, thatâs why Iâm here.

To finish us off?

No, Iâm here to help you.

Help us? Who even are you?

Who am I? I suppose you could call me Thorn.

Well, Thorn, Iâm sure youâre a very finely-dressed gentleman, but I donât know if you can really help us. Weâre kind of in an impending doom situation.

Oh donât worry. Little Thorn has his ways. All I need is a word from you and I can make all your problems go away.

That sounds like an internet scam.

Whatâ¦ is an internet?

Never mind that, what Iâm sure Jack meant to say is we have absolute trust in your ability to help us, but why would you do that?

Oh, cannot a man help some poor fellows out of the kindness of his heart? Youâre lucky itâs the Hallowed Day. I saw you poor souls battling the storm and I couldnât help it my heart was moved. So, you see I want to help you. But whether or not I do depends entirely on you. I simply need you to agree to the terms.

Terms, what terms?

Oh, itâs but a simple thing. You neednât worry at all. Letâs say that you will just owe me a favour afterwards. Itâs no big deal, right? A favour in exchange for your lives. It seems like a good bargain to me.

Hmm. A favour that we know nothing about and could be anything and which you can ask at any time in the future, possible with greatly adverse effects to our lives? I donât know about that. So, make it one favour in exchange of our livesâ¦ ''plus ''one soda.

I can do that.

Cool.

Itâs a deal then?

Itâs a deal.

â¦

Hey, where did he go?

Oh man, I wanted a soda, too.

Wait, are we falling now?

AAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

 

Hello, everyone! This is Fred speaking. I just found the guys and a soda unconscious in a pool of water. I pulled them out, but Iâm not sure what to do with the soda, what do yâall think? I donât know if Jack would be mad that I used his recorder thingy, but heâs unconscious right now, so I couldnât ask and I thought someone should record this. You know, like a commemorative photo.

There was a lot of shaking, but in the end it seems we made it out and weâre currently floating out in the open sea, but under clear sky. Hmm. Now that I mentioned that, why were we in a storm in the first place? I donât seem to remember at the moment. But my new friend Thorn is telling me not to worry about it, so Iâll probably do that.

 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 29

 

Wow, log 29? When did we get to such a high number? I only remember recording likeâ¦ three. Speaking of which, when did it become November 2nd? Iâd swear it was like October 31st today? Is the computer broken, orâ¦ Oh man, did I miss Halloweâen? I was gonna harvest some candy from Rowen. Hmm. I do feel like something did happen recently, but I canât quite recollect it any more. Hey Rowen! Do you remember what we were doing the past two days?

Aaaah. Werenât we flying like always? Or ratherâ¦ I think we found something? But no, I would remember something like that. Hmm, the more Iâm trying to think about it the more itâs eluding me. Anyway, wonât you hurry? Youâll miss breakfast at this rate. New rules today onwards.

What? I canât miss that!

 

...nd Rowen, can I ask you something?

Hang on a moment, Jill, first I gotta:

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:32, Log 30

Do you have to record everything?

I was thinking. You know how back home weâve got this daily vlogger thing where they record their whole daily life to show people. Maybe we could do something like that, too.

That soundsâ¦ terrible. But never mind that, what was I talking about?

You were about to ask something.

Ah thanks Rowen. What was it again? I thinkâ¦ right. Do you guys feel like something is wrong? Like something is missing?

Mmm. I donât really know what youâre talking about.

Like, am I the only one whoâs getting a headache when trying to think about what we did the past few days?

Why would we all get a headache together? Do you have something contagious?

No, I guess youâre right. What I was saying was unreasonable. Did we do anything out of the ordinary lately, you feel?

Out of the ordinary? Nah, these were the most common days weâve had really. I did like an interview, right? I think. And then you wore a cosplay. Maybe thatâs what youâre thinking of.

Cosplay? I donât remember that, butâ¦ maybe? I guess one of the two of you convinced me to try something like that.

Then, that settles it, that must have been it. I do also remembering seeing you in a costume.

You must have been too embarrassed and repressed the memory.

Or maybe you hit your head during that huge storm that we went into?

What are you talking about Fred? What storm?

Ehhhâ¦ Not really sure.

Silly Fred, what are you trying to confuse us for? Well, I guess as they say Fred is bad.

Yessss! Jill knows it, too!

Fred is bad.

Fred is Fred.

Fred is happy that heâs got pals like you lot?

Youâre even bad at ''this'', Fred?

 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 9:05, Log 31

 

Ah, Captain just debriefed us. Apparently, weâre going back home. The shipâs sustained too much damage to risk travelling any further. When did the ship get damaged again? Hmm. Maybe we hit birds while I was sleeping or something like that. Anyway, looks like this series is going to be coming to an end soon, but donât you worry. Iâll still be here for the Stubbornnessâs next mission (probably). Now off to mopping, there seems to be a lot of water in the ship for some reason.

 

âAnd thatâs why you can always have a worse November 1stâ, Roger finished.

âI donât buy itâ.

âWhat?â

âI donât buy itâ, Joe repeated. âSeems like you made it all upâ.

âWhat are you talking about? Thatâs a real story that happened to my cousinâ.

âThen, your cousin is making it upâ.

âYeah, it doesnât make any sense. If they all forgot about it in the end, then how was your cousin able to tell you?â Phil commented.

âIt was still in the logs, you seeâ.

âSpeaking of, why did you tell the story like you were repeating the logs? That was so weirdâ.

âAnd who was that Thorn character?â

âWhat was that island?â

âWhy was there so much mystery around it?â

âWho knows? They never learnt. Thatâs why itâs a mysteryâ.

âWhy has no one heard of this story before? None of the expeditions ever reported successâ.

âBecause they also forgot the logsâ.

âSo, thatâs why Iâm sayingâ¦ it doesnât add up. If they forgot, then they couldnât have told you. And why do ''you'' remember in the first place? Youâre making it all upâ.

âFine, have it your way. I know whatâs true, I donât need your confirmationâ.

âHey guys Iâm back!â Ned suddenly appeared, looking rather dishevelled with branches and dirt all over him.

âAnd where have you been?â Phil asked.

âApparently, Iâve somehow become the local Raccoon crime lordâ, Ned explained.

âSee, I even believe Nedâs story more than I do youâ, Joe noted.

âOh thatâs so nice of youâ.

âShut up, Nedâ.

âAnyway, letâs get back to work. Thereâs still lots of candy to getâ.

And thus the three Renegade friends âand Nedâ continued along the road, leaving the warm fire behind. . .

==The Day when Thunderclap was built in a single Day==
 

âAll right, children, what story would you like to hear today?â the Storyteller asked and was immediately showered with requests by the children gathered around the fire theyâd made to keep them warm in the cold November evening.

âHow about the thedudeâs New Clothes one?â

âCan you tell us about Christmass?â

âI wanna hear about the time Sir Talmid was captured and escaped!â âWhich one?â

âIs it true he escaped a few years ago?â

âIâd like to hear the one about the Duck Knight againâ.

âCan it be a short one today? I want to be back for the fireworksâ.

âThe fireworks, huh?â the Storyteller pondered as she had an idea of her own. âHow about I tell you of todayâs holiday?â she asked, ultimately ignoring all the childrenâs requests even though sheâd asked, something which she had a tendency to do. âThe story of the Day when Thunderclap was built in a single Dayâ.

âIsnât that kind of redundant?â

âDonât question my titles. In any case, letâs begin. Our story begins on the Mount of Thunderclap, when thedudeâs new fortress was still under constructionâ¦â

 

âwat iz dise? uxpluns yussalfâ, thedude, king of the world (or soon to be, if the local newspapers were accurate at all), demanded.

thedude, Vladek and the construction foreman along with a couple of Renegade guards were looking at a virtually empty room âonly a small metal box was left discarded on the floor. The room didnât have anything special about it, except for the fact that it should have been wrecked already the day before. 

âYou see, your Majesty. We attempted to bring down this roomâs walls as well to make room for your interior pool, but ''he ''stopped usâ, the foreman replied..

âhu, hua ar vis hi? kilfy hims nahâ, thedude angrily enquired.

âHeâs talking about meâ, a voice said.

thedude looked to his left, looked to his right and didnât find anyone else that could have been the voice. He turned to one of the guards.

âwaz dat uâ.

âNo, sirâ.

âden hi wer uâ, thedude accused the other guard. âyu wel bi exacutoâ.

âSir, please no, that wasnât me eitherâ.

âvlederk, iz yus pleen pranc an mi?â

âIf his Majesty were to examine a little more closely, perhaps he might realise that it was none of the living that spoke that timeâ, Vladek.

âden woo?â

âIt would appear that it was this boxâ.

âsili verdik, boksis canne tokâ.

âApparently, this one canâ, Vladek maintained his dead face throughout, but perhaps a muscle on it twitched once.

âYeah hi, Iâm Pyrâ, the box confirmed.

âah! teh bahk cans takl! kils eet wit fiyerh!â

Immediately, the two Rogues walked in front of thedude and the others and released two streams of flames on the box using their advanced weaponry. The metal box was unscathed.

âIâm sure youâll find you canât burn metal, your Majestyâ, Vladek said with a faint ironic smile, after the guards had stopped.

âvurdlak, exxxplent disâ.

âIt appears to be an artefact possessing some form of Artificer Intelligenceâ, the kingâs advisor explained, having noted the intricate engravings on the boxâs faces that were most likely not just for show.

âah dannah luk id. kelld it!â

âSir, I believe itâd be better if we studied what it did first. It could prove to be usefulâ.

âah! et duun samtin, stahp its!â

The box was indeed doing something. A flame suddenly engulfed the upper half of it and the box started floating ever-slightly, in such an angle that one of its corners pointed upwards (and the one opposite downwards).

âAnd to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?â the box spoke and its flames stirred a little accordingly.

âyu sehz yosilvs nim frest!â thedude snapped back.

âI believe I have already introduced myself, I am Pyrâ.

âwot di hix iz e pirr?â

âIf you ask me that, Iâm not sure I know the answer. A Pyr is me, thatâs the most specific way I could define it. Do ''you ''know what ''you'' are?â

âmiz thedude, daâ.

âAh, so that is your name. Now, forgive my being behind the times, but thatâs what happens when youâre abandoned in an empty house for years, but is my information correct that thedude is the man who killed the infamous Sorcerer of Morcia?â

âwut surkara? hi min thoz brakrobd doodz?â

âI believe he is referring to the Sorcerer you killed upon arriving in Morcia. The one who used to live in this volcanoâ, Vladek refreshed his masterâs memory.

âaH! i rumembahs. dat wor fanâ.

âSo, I was correct. You seem to be doing well, many years later. So many people are following you. You have my congratulations. And now youâre moving in? I have to say, youâve got good taste. Iâve lived here my entire life and I can say itâs very homely. Though I canât help but notice that youâre redecorating. While I am a little sentimental about it, I suppose it is inevitable. Time flows and the seasons change, and with them so do we. Only, I merely ask of you that you leave this chamber intact. It is, as you can see, my place of restâ.

âvirdoc id stokin ter mats, kilyfi itsâ, thedude hardly paid attention.

âI do believe, sir, as Iâve already said that there would be more value to learning what it is than destroying it instantlyâ.

âah dun ker dew eetâ.

âJust give me a few moments at leastâ.

âaz lung us mi haz meh pul oon teimâ.

âFineâ¦ Ahem, Pyr, you said your name wasâ¦ You live in the Sorcererâs residence and previously you talked as if you knew him. Is that true?â

âOf course I know him, he made meâ.

âAs I suspected. If he created your enchantment then, what is it exactly that that enchantment is?â

âOh, that is simple. I am in charge of locating and evaluating new and foreign technological achievementsâ.

âYou what? What for? What do you do with that information?â

âI donât do anything personally. I merely send it to my partnerâ.

âYour partner?â

âTheyâre in charge of disrupting any instances of such technologyâ.

âThe curse!â

âwot! diz ish teh crus! kild it, klid id nah!â

âWait just a moment your majesty! If we can control this artefact, we can control the curse! We could turn it against our enemies, but not ourselvesâ.

âmrghrhrhgmrghlâ¦ fahn, dat doz sand gudâ, thedude conceded in an uncharacteristic moment of clarity.

âPyr, can you tell us where your counterpart lies?â

âNot really. If the other enchantment even exists in a single place, I donât know itâ.

âIf we told you to stop your job, would you?â

âIf I told you to die, would you?â

âWell, thatâs unfortunate. If thatâs the case, then all weâve got left is altering what you do. Can you do that yourself?â

âI have no such authority to change my essence or purposeâ.

âWhat if we try to change you?â

âOnly my creator has the ability to do thatâ.

âThen, one final question. Do you resent us for killing your creator?â

âWhy would I? I am merely an inanimate object after allâ.

âsah wi klisifeh et naw?â

âIâm sure youâll find it wonât be that simple to destroy me. This here might be my head, but my body has roots in the whole land of Morciaâ.

ânnnnnnghhhhhrrr, yus anah mu! jost goot red uv its en mak mah polsâ.

âThatâs the problem, Your Majestyâ, the foreman continued. âWeâve tried, but we have been unable to remove the boxâ.

âfrumen, du ye won si hwat ti voclun lokz lahk form teh insids?â

âNo, sirâ.

âdehn funashd dis ba tumorau!â

The foreman hesitated, but then continued, âYesâ¦ sirâ, fully knowing that he had in all likelihood just ensured his doom. The very next day evenâ¦

 

<nowiki>~~~***---***~~~</nowiki>

The next day, thedude had to leave on emergency business. The foreman heaved a sigh of relief and proceeded to push the problem aside on his mind, setting a watch to keep guard of the box and its room then pushing the responsibility of solving this onto someone else.

The foremanâs subordinate proceeded to panic, not knowing how to handle this, counting the days he had till thedude came back. But the guards were pretty chill about it. In factâ¦

âIâm boredâ, complained the Rogue named Josh.

âWell, what are you going to do about it? We have a dutyâ, his comrade Gil replied.

âAt least Iâd hoped that weâd get to see the lava when I came to work here. Working in a volcano isnât as fun as youâd thinkâ, the third man Rover said.

âGuarding a construction siteâ¦ And then ending up guarding an empty room with a box? Could we get anything more unexciting?â

âAh no, donât say that!â Gil objected. âIâve got this cousin, Will, who got assigned to some secret classified project. Theyâre guarding a Rad Washing Machine, I thinkâ¦ It could always get worseâ.

âWhyâs a washing machine a secret project?â Josh wondered, but got no answer.

âI donât know. It ''is ''a ''rad'' washing machine. Is our box rad?â Rover reasoned.

âIt does make flamesâ, Gil pointed out.

âYeeeah. Flames are pretty read. They beat water anywayâ.

âIâm still bored thoughâ.

âHeeeey! What are you guys talking about there?â a voice came from within the room they were guarding.

âJust keep watching the box and make sure it doesnât do anything, Zedâ.

âOkaaayâ.

âSo, how long till lunch break?â Rover asked with a longing expression.

âWhy donât you get a watch if youâre so interested in that?â Gil replied with the frustration of having to answer the same question every day.

âDonât our suits have a watch somewhere?â Josh said as he looked over his suit.

âI think itâs supposed to be digital, you wonât find it anywhere like thatâ.

âFiguring it out is too much troubleâ.

âItâs one more hour till lunch time!â Zedâs voice yelled.

âThanks Zed, no one askedâ, Rover retorted back. âOne hour is too long. Iâm hungry alreadyâ.

âI shouldnât, but I continue to be surprised by the endless bounds of your stomachâ.

âHey someoneâs coming, shape up!â

The three Rogues suddenly stood up and stiff, trying to make themselves look busy in the business of just standing there and watching âwith mixed results. Their eyes followed as a few people approached down the hallway and they relaxed somewhat when they realised it was merely some of the construction workers.

âHalt! Who goes there?â Josh enquired in a sharp loud voice.

âJust Barley from the construction departmentâ, one of them said. âAnd my colleagues. Weâre here to dispose of garbage thatâs accumulated from digging and building into the mountainâ.

âWhat, why would you do that here?â Josh sounded significantly less impressive.

âWeâve heard thereâs a fire here thatâs really good at burningâ, Barley explained.

âThat sounds very much against the rulesâ, Gil did not seem amused.

âAnd also very fun! Letâs do itâ, Rover did not share that sentiment.

âYEEEEH!â everyone cheered, excited over the chance to throw things into a fire; even Gil was quickly overtaken by the mood and joined in the cheering as everyone entered the room.

The floating fire cube and Zed standing watch over it were the only occupants.

âOh hey whatâs up guys?â Zed was unaware still; his colleagues wondered how he could catch precisely what youâd spoken quietly sometimes, but then miss a crowd of people yelling loudly.

âStand aside, Zed, weâre about to do thisâ¦ for science!â Josh declared with vigour. âBring something to burnâ.

Although it stands to reason that a construction site located within a mountain would produce a majority of soil, stone-based and other inflammable disposables, what the construction workers were holding consisted of mostly just paper, wood and generally materials easy to light up, as if theyâd been carefully selected for this purpose. No one, however, objected to this detail as Barley presented a pack of papers to begin with.

âSeeing as weâre the guards of this box thing, Iâm afraid only we have the authority of interacting with it, so weâll have to do this ourselvesâ, Josh claimed, wanting to burn stuff himself.

Barley appeared a little hesitant about that, but then handed Josh the burning material. Pyrâs flames flickered and seemed to grow dimmer in the presence of so many people around them, but they still were large enough to do the job. Josh raised the papers high over his head for everyone to see and then with one swift motion he threw them onto the flaming box under the cheers and applause of everyone watching.

The flames exploded upwards as they consumed the paper faster than any normal fire and created an impressive display of blaze, spark and smoke. Those paying close attention noticed that no ashes came out and upon commenting that to the others caused further hype about the whole business.

âItâs a perfect disposer!â someone cried.

Quickly and without much organisation, they began bringing more and more things to burn: paper, wood, rope, ripped clothes, even rubber and plastic. After all three guards (and Zed, after even the other three had to admit they couldnât stop him any longer), they soon forgot about the rule theyâd made up and let even the others throw stuff in. The flames grew to dangerous sizes, only to shrink back to a mane around the box and then blow up again repeating the process in a matter of seconds. No one seemed to considered how Pyr felt about it himself, but he did not object in any apparent way, so they certainly remained undeterred.

They kept at it for a while until they were all but out of anything to burn, upon which time they started to remember they actually had jobs to be at and would probably be fired if they did not show up to do them and almost instantly all the workers broke apart and disappeared.

Despite that, though, the initial excitement carried over to the rest of the day and the following one, too, with people coming over to dump any trash they made through the day: a paper bag, a note hastily scribbled not needed any more, a bandage, a gum wrapper, food gone bad, anything. The guards fully accepted it as it spruced up their otherwise pretty boring day and because it definitely made their post better than a rad washing machine.

However, a time would come soon that would threaten their ability to have fun like that any more. And it would be in the form of one of the demolition crewâs supervisors appearing before the four guards.

âHalt! Who goes there?â Josh asked threateningly.

âItâs just Darley of the demolition crew. Iâm here with ordersâ, the woman replied.

âOrders?â

âWeâll be coming along to open up space here with explosives. We need to make sure everyone is informedâ.

âExplosives? Then, what about the magic box? We canât move thatâ, Gil was surprised.

Darley shrugged, âBoss says weâre to do this anyway to build the pool and let any cubes be damned. Well, Iâve got to be on my way, too. Is that clear? Just make sure no one lingers in the area and wait for us to come do the jobâ.

âUnderstoodâ, Gil confirmed and Darley walked away.

âOh man! Weâre not gonna get to pass time by throwing things into the fire any moreâ, Josh complained.

âNo, donât you get it! This means weâll no longer need to guard this place. We might get a better job!â Rover spoke excitedly.

âOr worseâ, Gil was not convinced.

âHey, do you think we can get away with not telling Zed whatâs going on?â Josh wondered aloud.

âDid someone say my name?â Zed yelled from the room.

âNo Zed, youâre just hearing thingsâ¦ Gosh, whatâs with that manâs hearing?â

âHey guys!â Thomas, one of the construction workers that had been in Barleyâs group had approached.

âOh hi Tomâ, Rover greeted him. âLooks like we canât continue the burning shenanigansâ.

âOh?â Thomas raised his eyebrows.

âYeah, we were just informed that theyâre bringing down the room today. Weâre supposed to keep everyone awayâ.

âOh, thatâs a bummer. Guess it had to end at some point. Shall we do a last one then? Might as well use the opportunity as long as we have itâ.

âYou know, Tomâ¦â Josh began solemnly. âYouâre speaking my language exactly! For last timeâs sake!â

âYeaaaah!â the rest cheered.

All together, they merrily walked in and stood before the box and Zed again.

âFor last timeâs sake!â Josh repeated and the others imitated him.

Thomas walked forward and dumped the contents of a bag he was holding into the fire. Just as always the flames exploded with sparks and smoke. The guards cried high-pitched cries as it never stopped being amazing. Thomas, though, looked grimly up at the flames. This was the last time after all.

Soon, the flames shrunk to their normal size again, though, and the fun was over. Truly, for the last time.

âWell, I suppose this is itâ, Tom said. âHope you gentlemen get transferred some place nice. Iâll be going now, thereâs still work to doâ.

âSee ya later, Tomâ.

âGood luck!â

âLetâs meet at lunch break or something somedayâ.

And with that Thomas left, too. And their company went quite for a while after that, having nothing to do other than thinking itâd be nice to see the explosions from up close. But then things were going to change once again with another unexpected appearance.

âHalt!â Josh yelled as usual. âWho goes the- oh my god thedude!â

âdatâs yor majisti far uâ, thedude spat angrily.

âIâm sorry, Your Majesty, I sincerely apologise, please donât throw me to lava sharks!â Josh proceeded to drop to his knees, kneeling before the ruler of the land.

âFein, fein, jast listan. mi donts won teh pul enemur, cansil teh ixpurozian ent sind teh boom-booms to suxion for-bâ.

âWeâll do exactly that, sir, eeeh, Your Majesty, donât you worry, we wonât disappoint youâ.

âgudâ.

The guards watched terrified as the most powerful man(-child) of the land walked away.

âSo, should we send someone to inform Darley?â Gil asked.

âNaaah. We can tell them when they comeâ, Rover answered, proving that frightful as they were, they still were even lazier.

âBy the wayâ, Josh spoke. âWhen did thedude get a mustache?

 

âItâs time boys, weâll be carrying the explosives here right about now. You should get ready, tooâ.

âNo, no you canât do thatâ, Gil warned Darley, who had just arrived along with some of her workers, bringing their load.

âAnd why the heck not?â

âPlans have changed. We wonât be doing the pool any more. You need to get the explosives to section 4-B insteadâ.

âIâve not been informed of thatâ.

âDo you mean to question thedude?!â

âthedude?â

âYes, he himself ordered thatâ.

âOh myâ¦ I wasnât aware he was back already. But if thedude said so, we canât do otherwise. But damn, why is it that we learnt this so late? Weâre already in the process of the old plan and now we need to cancelâ.

âYes, I wonder why you were not notified earlierâ, Rover whistled innocently.

âI can send the people here to the right place, but can you three redirect anyone else who comes after them, too? I canât stayâ.

âSure, weâll do thatâ, Gil offered eagerly, mostly because it did not require any particular work on their side.

 

âWhat are you saying, weâve got the wrong place?â a confused demolition crew member asked as he put down his heavy load of explosives.

âYeah, thereâs orders from thedude and Darley to change the location of delivery. And no explosions todayâ, Gil explained.

âGrrrrâ, he growled. âThey make us come all the way here and then tell us we shoulda been in a whole other place from the start. Do you know how heavy this is? Well, I ainât carrying it all by myself againâ.

âThen, who will?â Gil questioned, but then cowered before the scowl the man gave him.

âWait, waitâ, Rover intervened. âWe can just have Zed help him. Then, we can get rid of him for a whileâ.

âHey, thatâs an actually good ideaâ, Josh was impressed.

âHmmâ¦ I suppose Zed rarely ever does any legitimate work, so it would be fair to balance things out a little that wayâ, Gil agreed. âAll right, letâs do that. Hey Zed! Weâve got a job for you!â

Zed quickly peeked his head behind the doorway, âDid you call me?â

âYes, help that man and carry half his load with himâ, Rover answered.

âIs that really, okay? Iâm supposed to be guarding the box, right?â

âItâll be fine, weâll guard the box, thatâs why thereâs four of us. So, one can leave from time to timeâ, Josh imparted his inaccurate knowledge.

âOh, that makes sense. Guess Iâll go then. Gimme what you got, misterâ.

 

The sudden appearance of thedude with no warning had everyone in the under-construction fortress in panic. They were going about like ants spreading the news like wildfire and rushing to do one job or the other that they felt they might get in trouble for if it was left unfinished. At the same time, everyone was discussing with great interest this new rumour that thedude has gotten a moustache and a goatee during his absence and wondering how that might have come to be.

On his side, upon arriving, thedude found himself in his very own predicament. Mikhaila who had accompanied him in his return had given him a stack of documents and told him to look over and sign them before she returned for them. thedude looked at them, spread all over his desk in his temporary office. He stared. Then, stared some more. He mixed the papers once again in an attempt to make it look like heâd worked more than he actually had. Then, he started againâ¦ He really didnât want to do this.

thedude was annoyed. Why did he have to do this? He was pissed. That stupid Mikhaila. Who did she think she was, ordering him about? She was too insolent for an underling. He should have her killedâ¦

thedude looked over one of the documentâs first lines. He read a word, then two, a sentence. Then, he was bored. This was too much. Why should he do this? Since when was Mikhaila an expert, he should just ignore her.

But then again, the last time he didnât do his homework had resulted in an insurgence in the Icy Waste. The other eighteen times he could remember had also not gone well. Maybe, even he, the great King of the world could resign himself to at least sign wherever without reading.

He reached into a drawer in his deskâ¦ but then he did not find the pen he was looking for. That was unacceptable. He couldnât work if it wasnât with his favourite pen of course. He looked in the other drawers as well. It was nowhere to be found. Infuriating. Where had it gone? Who dared move it?

Is it here? Is it there? thedude looked all over the room. He had to find the pen before he did anything. But it did not turn up anywhere.

âsurvents!â he called.

One man walked in and then another after him.

âWhat is it that you desire, Your Majesty?â the first one asked politely.

âwot yi der wut meh pon?â thedude asked angrily.

âNothing, Your Majestyâ.

âdin funds ets!â

âYes, Your Majestyâ, the man immediately started thoroughly searching the office.

ând wet uv u?â he asked the other annoyed at the servantâs presence when he didnât tell him to be there.

âHere, Your Majestyâ, the servant handed thedude a milk shake.

âwat iz dush?â

âItâs the milk shake you asked for, Your Majestyâ.

âuHâ, thedude didnât recall that, but he accepted the drink anyway, because it seemed good. Then, he turned back to the first servant. âyo fent id yut?â

âNo, Your Majesty. Not your special penâ.

âyuclas!â thedude was not pleased. âfeni, als dured mahsfliâ.

thedude walked out of the room to look in the area outside of it. If it wasnât in his office, then it must be somewhere close.

âhei grudez, halps mis!â he ordered a couple of Paradox Renegades standing nearby.

Together they scanned the area in a fast and efficient manner, with the guards doing the work and thedude supervising. However, despite the shining example of his great leadership, they couldnât find the pen anywhere and they had to go farther and farther from the office. Eventually, they reached a more crowded place where a few workers were coming and going.

âiu phizondsâ, thedude was disgusted at the sight of those beneath him.

âOh, Your Majesty, you canât go in there!â one of them warned, as thedude tried to go into the nearby storage room.

âin weh zah hokk nut?â he asked pointedly.

âThe room is filled with explosives, itâs not safe for unauthorised people to walk inâ.

âims der knug, ar olues oserizd!â

âYes, Your Majesty, but still itâs not sa-â

âgit ata mis wuehz!â thedude pushed the worker out his way and walked in.

A good amount of explosives along with other tools had been stashed inside. Annoying. They were obstructing his search.

âweyh yers pooch diz hriar?â he stared menacingly at one of the people whoâd just put down his load.

âOh, your Majesty! Itâs because Gil and the others told me toâ.

âhur?â

âI can take you to themâ.

 

âyuz ur ter gLi?â thedude asked.

âEeeeh. I am Josh, your Majesty. And this is Gil and thatâs Roverâ¦ Do you want something from us?â

âais duntr kehrs! y yoz sentoz ter ekspariazin ta dez roms?â thedude got dangerously close to Josh.

âAaaah. It wasnât me!â

âWe just sent Zed there, because one of the demolition crewmembers askedâ, Gil said in a fast-paced terrified manner.

âhwer?â

âOh, thatâs Bill of the demolition crewâ, Zed explained. âI can take you to himâ.

 

âiz yors ti bilz?â thedude was flustered from all the walking.

âYes, you need something, sir?â

âhwe yo urdah tir ekasaraparuz tuz hiez!â

âEka-what? You mean the explosives. I was told to do so by them guards at the box roomâ.

âter hwot?â

âOh, I can take you to that roomâ .

 

âyuz agens!â thedude did not look happy to be at the same place once more.

âYour Majesty, we are honoured to beâ¦ honoured by your presence again so soonâ, Gil attempted to appease the angry-looking ruler.

âshoddep! whe yunz til der blus to tok di ikusuproparakxs derrr?â

âThe ikusuproparakxs, ha? Darley of the demolition crew instructed us to tell her workers to do soâ.

âhuz?â

âOh, Iâm sure our boss will know where she is. Sheâs under his orders after allâ, Rover suggested.

âbuss?â

âI can take you to himâ.

 

âutebos?â

âWell, Iâm some peopleâs bo- boss, yesâ¦ What do you re- require of me, Your- your Majesty?â the fidgety man was intimidated by thedude.

âgimmi tehs dorlah!â

âDarley? Is- is that who you want? I, Iâll fetch her at once, just a mo- moment!â

 

âYou called for me, Your Majesty?â Darley was if scared at all, able to hide it beneath the mask that was her face.

âwhah-ye-tulds-ti-wukraz-tsu-gid-der-akuxakazaporpapazionis-tur-det-plesh?â

Darley seemed to process the question for a few moments, but before thedude could get too angry about it, she spoke up, âBy that place, do you perhaps mean Section 4-B? I was told I needed to do so, by the guards stationed in the room that was to become a poolâ.

âssdadfhyjtyjtyjhdfrfeserytytgn!â

 

âyersfrekrianyuswaslzsuldiahzwaterzyostrentorduzhwytdedjuduzoltatyotreldterdorlallrxtuzsintsdirexkaraasppaprppapaksskakaiannzaansisturder?!â thedude was barely comprehensible in any way at that point.

âAhâ¦ what?â Josh wasnât really sure what the question had been.

âI believe heâs asking why we told Darley to send the explosives to 4-Bâ, Rover explained who had witnessed the previous exchange.

âThen, why didnât you tell him?â

âHe didnât ask meâ.

âThatâs no-â.

âshadderup!sodrop!yeziduch!dgoztunsah!â

âYour Majesty, I am not sure why you are asking thatâ, Gil replied. âIt was in fact you who told us toâ.

âwert?â

âYou came earlier today and said the pool was cancelledâ.

âwatrs?!â

âDo youâ¦ not remember?â

âguuurrrrgrrhrrgrrrgrhgrrGRRGGGRHH!!!! MIXULA!â

âYou want us to call the Commander, Your Majesty? Weâll do that at once. Zed, go fetch her!â Gil offered.

âIâm going, Iâm goingâ.

âHey, Josh!â Rover whispered. âDo something to appease him or else he might kill usâ.

âRightâ, Josh whispered back and then spoke up. âHem hem. I must say, though, Your Majesty. After all, you really are better off without a moustache. Donât get me wrong. It was most certainly a very fine moustache, the finest in the land. But at the end of the day, yours really is not the face for a moustache, so now you look even better without itâ.

thedude stared at him blankly for a few moments. Then, âhwaterecc?â

 

When Mikhaila finally found her master after he summoned her, he had been cooped up back into his office, too angry to look at anyone at that point. She bowed before him and asked what he had called her for. thedude, however, had a spiteful gleam in his eyes.

âwat iz dish yer worin?â he asked.

Mikhaila, as it was, had chosen to dress for comfort in that occasion rather than utility. Blue overalls and a white shirt made up the most of the outfit.

âThere is no threat of a battle situation at the moment, your Majesty, so Iâve temporarily discarded my combat suitâ, she explained.

âiz yih moaken mehz wit duz kulahts?â 

âIt is but the standard uniform for all Thunderclap personnel, sirâ.

âyur derfuntli mecinz mahs! yo buret!â he ignored her and with one swift move, he picked up his sword and swung at her.

It was not deep enough to cause a serious wound, but certainly enough to hurt badly. Many might call thedude talentless, but thereâs one thing he definitely knows well and thatâs how to cause pain to people. Two more slashes and there were now three red lines across his underlingâs back. Mikhaila did not react. She merely looked in front of her stone-faced, letting thedude do as he wished. He hacked a few more times until his built-up stress was released until he was even able to laugh. At last, he stopped and after enjoying the mess he had made of the clothes and the body they previously hid beneath them, he looked at Mikhaila strictly and spoke again.

âmai wukraz r akten kersah en nut doen teyr dgab roit. dei mek ed olz hred ahn dan lissan. ser fanj meh loke pins fuhr aiâ, he said in a slow manner, as if trying to make a child understand him in a patronising way. âuvahstods?â

âYesâ, Mikhaila hissed, for there was little more she could do in her current state.

âgud. ferkx tinghzâ, thedude finished and walked out to do who knows what.

âYou idiotâ, Mikhaila spat finally allowing herself to grimace. âThereâs so much more to do than find your stupid penâ.

 

ââ¦ How did you three end up here?â Commander Mikhaila, once again her intimidating self not showing any weakness inside her armour asked.

The three Rogues, currently stripped of their suits, looked at her from behind the bars of their cell in the Thunderclap dungeon, one of the parts of the fortress that was already well under way âin fact Mikhaila had already contributed to the entry of some of its residents.

âKing thedude put us in here, because he got angry at usâ, the one who was named Gil according to her information explained.

âIâve already surmised part of the situation from asking one of your colleagues, a soldier named Zed, but I still do have some questions for you. If you prove yourself useful, I might consider getting you out of hereâ.

âWhat are the questions?â Josh asked.

âAccording to the other soldier, you were instructed to cancel the plans about the pool construction by thedude himself. How did thedude look when he did so?â

âMmm. Well, as normal I supposeâ, Rover considered.

âBut he did still have his moustache then. And a goateeâ, Josh added.

âAnd he told you to move the explosives that were to be used for bringing down the room you were guarding to another place, where was that?â

âSection 4-Bâ.

âWhen did that take place?â

âAround three, I supposeâ.

âDid anything out of the ordinary happen before thedude appeared before you?â

âMmm, let me thinkâ¦ Well, Darley of the demolition crew did come to announce she was going to bring down the room a little earlierâ.

âAnything else?â

âOh! We also had our last burning around that timeâ.

âYour lastâ¦ burning?â

 

Mikhaila stared at the little metal floating cube. She was not really equipped to understand what its engravings signified, but it was elementary to see that a floating, flaming cube was something to take note of.

âYou are the one known as Pyr?â

âOh lord. Itâs the first time someoneâs speaking to me in days. I was harshly reprimanded the last few times that I attempted to strike a conversation of my own accord, so I ended up staying silent all this whileâ.

âCan you confirm that in the past few days several workers of this construction site have been coming to you in order to burn objects theyâd gathered into you?â

âCanât say that it didnât happenâ.

âI seeâ.

Mikhaila considered for a moment. She examined the sentient artefact. Then, she examined the room. Her eyes stayed a moment at the burn marks that had been made on the ceiling over where Pyr was floating.

In a swift move, Mikhaila pulled out a piece of paper of her own and threw it into Pyrâs flame. The usual reaction occurred and the flames exploded upwards. But Mikhailaâs eyes were not on Pyr or his flames, but rather on the ceiling. It was only for the briefest of moments and then the flames seemed to abruptly stop unlike the descriptions that sheâd gotten; but in that instant she saw it. Shapes that had been seared into existence in some kind of pattern. Maybe they were letters. But Mikhaila didnât get to see them long enough to tell with certainty. Even so, she had seen enough.

âThank you very much, Pyrâ, she said with satisfaction and noted, too, that the ever-so-eloquent cube was now remaining silent.

Walking out of the room, she came upon some of the soldiers sheâd sent on a task.

âReport?â she asked.

âWe questioned people around the fortress about things out of the ordinary. Some reported strange flashes of light occurring in various places throughout the day. Others mentioned they thought thedude was seen moving about more frequently than usual today. Sometimes he had a moustache, sometimes he did notâ.

âAs I thought. It seems we have a situation at hand. Thereâs an impostor on the looseâ.

 

âen mek sur to brek a hol dere! mi wont a tannel!â thedude ordered in his usual angry tone, then proceeded to walk away.

âthedude sure does like to get involved in the micro scale, doesnât he?â one of the workers said.

âYeah true, but was that always how thedude looked? He seemed a bit off to me todayâ, replied her friend.

âI dunno. I was too distracted by the moustache that I didnât really notice the rest of the face. He did wear the thedude clothes, didnât he?â

âI supposeâ.

thedude, leaving the workers behind walked in a nearby empty room alone. There, he waited for a few moments, but then something happened. A light flashed and a flame appeared through the ceiling. It danced through the air and shaped into elaborate shapes. In no time, the flames had taken the form of letters, spelling âMikhaila is onto us. Proceed with cautionâ.

thedude looked at the letters with a grim expression as they faded and disappeared, twisting the hairs of his moustache in the process. He then took out a piece of paper from a pocket in his overalls and examined it intently. It was a schematic of the fortress. He studied it for a while.

âWill we be able to make it work on such short notice?â he asked himself. âNoâ¦ We have to. Lady Calibus. I will finish what you startedâ.

 

âEveryone listen upâ, Mikhaila called. âThere is a faux thedude operating within Thunderclap. There are also more traitors working with him. I need you to spread the word. No one is to obey order from the faux thedude. He has been identified to bear a moustache and a goatee of black hair. Do not mind if the people you inform of this are traitors. Their apprehension is of secondary importance right now and their learning that weâre onto them will not hinder this part of the operation to crush them. If, however, you see any suspicious reactions, feel free to arrest them for later questioning. However, what is most important right now is to make sure that the faux thedude can no longer continue his impersonationâ.

At that moment, the real thedude walked in, looking flustered, âderz e fawkes thedude?â he asked. âkilsfi hrem imdtleh!â

âYes! We will find thedude fawkes as fast as possible. His treachery will not stand!â someone in the crowd of gathered Rogues cried.

âAfter thedude fawkes!â some more people joined in and quickly the soldiers dispersed, as they split up in groups to search for thedude fawkes and inform people about him.

At the same time, Mikhaila made sure to have a special guard escort thedude outside of the building, for his safety.

One specific group of the Rogues that had attended that meeting, though, wondered about a little aimlessly, not entirely sure where they should go.

âSo, what do we do now?â Josh asked.

âWe look for thedude fawkes, donât we?â Gil replied.

âBut I donât really know my way around this place that well. We could get lost. Then, maybe weâd fall victim to the traitors hiding in the shadowsâ.

âMaybe then, we should only search in the places we frequent. Letâs start with the box roomâ, Rover suggested.

The three of them headed there and as they made their way through the rough unfinished hallways, they eventually came upon someone else.

âZed?â

âGuys?â

âWhat are you doing here?â

âWell, since Mikhaila took over, Iâve not been sure what to do exactly, so Iâve been wandering around the areaâ.

âNever mind that, help us find thedude fawkes!â

âThe Dude Fawkes? Oh no! Waitâ¦ Whatâs a Dude Fawkes?â

âItâs a really scary man plotting our doom. He looks like thedude, but has a moustacheâ.

âAnd a goatee, too!â

âOh my, sounds scaryâ¦ Maybe, we should ask the friend I just madeâ.

âFriend?â

âCome, Iâll introduce youâ.

Zed led the other three Renegades into another corridor crossing the one they were on where a man was tiptoeing away as fast as he could manage.

âHey Guido, come say hi!â Zed called.

The man named Guido turned around and he did not look entirely happy. However, he still managed to hide that quickly beneath a hearty smile âa moustache-covered smile.

âYes, Zed, what is it?â

âCome meet my friends. This is Josh and Gil and Rover. And of course this is Guidoâ.

âVery well metâ, Guido waved his hand as they approached. âHowever, I am afraid I am very busy and should keep goingâ.

âWait a momentâ, Josh stopped him. âHave we met before?â

âI donât think so. Iâm sure I would remember. You look like memorable people, but I donât recall meeting you ever before. So maybe it was someone else looking like me. But someone elseâ.

âNo no, Josh is right. That moustache does look familiarâ, Rover continued.

âNow that you mention itâ, Gil agreed. âWho had such a moustache though?â

âWas it Dude Fawkes?â Zed asked.

âNo no, Dude Fawkes looked like thedude. This man looks entirely different. He doesnât even have the clothesâ.

âAh youâre rightâ.

âOhâ¦ Perhaps, it was my cousinâ¦ Luido. He, too, has a moustache like mine. He works in this place as well, so you might have seen him because of thatâ, Guido spoke quickly.

âAh, you must be right. We see so many faces around these places. Well, I guess thatâs it. We shouldnât keep youâ, Josh was convinced.

âWait! Arenât we forgetting something?â Gil noted.

âRight!â Rove exclaimed. âHey, Guido, will you help us find Dude Fawkes?â

âDude Fawkes?â Guido asked, agitated over being stopped once again.

âYeah, heâs a wicked guy that looks like thedude, but also has a moustache and a goatee. We need to find him before he does anything badâ.

âOh. Uhâ¦ I see. Moustache, you say? Oh, I know. I think I saw a person like that just a little while ago. Perhaps, we can still find himâ.

âReally? Then, show us at once!â Gil was excited at the sudden prospect for a promotion.

âFollow meâ.

The four Rogues followed Guido, who was relieved to be finally moving again. He still did seem to give troubled looks to his companions from time to time, but they did not appear to mind him. Soon, they started to walk in very familiar territory.

âHey, thatâs leading to the box roomâ, Rover pointed out. âDo you really think Dude Fawkes would be there? Itâs a pretty bad place to hideâ.

âHe might not be, but we might still find clues about himâ, Guido smiled nervously.

Finally, they came at the door theyâd come to memorise better than the look of their own palms in the last few days, opened it andâ¦

âItâs just as empty as everâ, Josh said in disappointment. âThereâs nothing hereâ.

But Guido was no longer paying attention, âPYR, ACTIVATE!â he cried.

There was a flash of light.

 

thedude was in a hurry to get as far from what he currently perceived as a den of assassins as he could go on the car theyâd found most quickly available. However, even in such a situation the booming sound of a series of explosions would draw his attention. He turned around to see smoke and flames rising from multiple points in the mountain that was called Scary. Avalanches were already forming and the mount was shaking unsteadily as if it might collapse unto itself any moment now.

âstahp!â he yelled to the driver. âSTAHP!

The driver hit the brakes, but regardless of thedudeâs repeated commands and threats, the car could only decelerate so fast. In fact, so abrupt was the slowing down that the people inside almost flew out of the roofless vehicle.

As soon as theyâd stopped, thedude walked out and stared at the mountain angrily. Whoever had done this would pay for it. His faceâs muscles contorted into a mask of hatred and he screamed loudly making everyone accompanying him fear for their lives. He drew his sword and pointed it forward and upward, cursing his enemies and the traitors who had dared oppose him. Red and blue lightning came out and those who were struck by it felt their bodies go numb. The car, on the other hand, blew up.

A low murmur began soon after and as thedude stared intently at the mountain its trembling stopped, the collapsing was interrupted and for a moment the volcano was held in suspension. Then, its surface was broken apart anew, with materials flying all around. The spots of lava disappeared, pushed back. The broken buildings fixed and multiplied, the trees growing on its side uprooted, the exterior of the mountain smoothed, the interior restructured.

At last, thedudeâs sword could not handle the effort and snapped in two pieces, falling down lifeless. However, the job had already been done. The mountain had not only been restored, but it could hardly have been argued that the fortress was not complete. And although thedude had large plans and his ambitions were greedy, with expansions in mind and the interior could still be reworked further, for all intents and purposes the initial plan was complete, the fortress ready. What his underlings had striven years to achieve, done by thedude in a single day.

But thedude had no mind for that at the time. He looked at his broken sword and screamed curses once again in a tantrum worse than the one before it. At last, once he had yelled his throat sore, presence of mind enough returned to him and he called, âMiiitern!â

A few moments passed before a light appeared in the night sky. The light grew and it had a definite red hue. A few more seconds and the light had become a Red Mythran. The being landed before its master and awakened his commands. thedude, however, did not speak, but merely plunged his hand into the heart of the Mythran. The red being jerked violently and then froze in place as thedude felt around for something within his servantâs essence. Finally, he seemed to find it and his fingers gripped around something. He then pulled and a sword came out. It did not gleam as cruel, as powerful as the original, but it would still do. Until the true Sword was found.

However, just as thedude straightened his body back up after searching around within the Mythran, something fell out of a pocket in his overalls. He looked down at the ground and to his surprise, there it was: his lucky pen.

 

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Following his failed assassination, Dude Fawkes was captured and executed. His rebellion nurtured at the heart of thedudeâs empire was crushed. thedudeâs pool was made as planned, although to this day it is said that in the middle of it a tiled square remains connecting all the way down to the bottom of the pool. And rumours have it the artefact Pyr still lives in there, unable to come out or ever talk to anyone again. As for the four Rogues, Josh, Gil, Rover and Zed, with the old room gone, they were subsequently appointed to an entirely new position: official pool guardsmen.

 

<nowiki>~~~***---***~~~</nowiki>

 

âThe end!â the bard finished.

âBoo!â

âWhatâs this?â

âLike that would ever happen?â

âIs that even how construction sites work?â

âSo unrealisticâ.

The people who had gathered to listen to the story of how Dude Fawkes Night had been born had been initially interested, but were now jeering, disbelieving the storyteller. Quickly, they dispersed, no longer interested to listen to the bardâs stories or for that matter pay him any coin for his trouble, seeking instead to see the fireworks and the likenesses of Dude Fawkes being burnt. In the end, only one of the listeners remained.

âThat was a good storyâ, he said and he threw a coin into the bardâs laid out hat. âThatâs for the hope it bringsâ.

âHope? Iâm not sure I understand. There are many things that can be said about it and I do so accept your compliments and patronage, sir, but hope is not what I see in this storyâ.

âNo, it is certainly hopefulâ, the man smiled. âFor it tells us that Sharpie still survives. And thatâs as best hope as we may have at this pointâ.

And with that the red-haired and red-bearded man gave a last laugh and then walked away, to be lost in the dark and smoke. . .
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Stories by the Fire

2020-11-08T02:17:54Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: The fourth and final (for now at least) Story by the Fire. I hope you enjoy.

==Scary Stories on Halloweâenâs Eve==
 

Three Rogues were seated around a camp fire in a forest clearing, warming their hands from the nightâs cold even though if theyâd understood their suits slightly better, theyâd have known that they had settings that provided thermal insulation and internal heating.

âIâve got to say, though, volunteering to investigate this forest right before Halloweâen was the best idea weâve had in months. Just imagine all the other Rogues that will be waking up in just a few hours to get ready for the Candy Harvest and weâre here just chillingâ, Joe was satisfied.

âI wonder if itâs bad that weâre not really investigating the woods thoughâ, Phil was worried.

âCome on, itâs not like thereâs going to actually be anything hiding here. The mission was so low-priority it hadnât even been assigned to anyone for two weeks. Besides, Ned went out looking for water. That counts as investigating in my bookâ, Roger reassured him.

âYeah man, itâs heaven. We get to go camping and do nothing and just relax. Weâve got our camp fire and our marshmallows and we donât need to get back until the Candy Harvest is over. Itâs perfect!â Joe shared his enthusiasm.

âI supposeâ.

â...â, silence followed for a moment or two.

âItâs pretty cold, thoughâ, Roger finally said.

âAnd weâre out of marshmallowsâ, Joe pointed out, as he stuck the final marshmallow to his wooden stick.

âIâm getting thirsty after all the marshmallowsâ, Phil lamented as he looked over his shoulder for the umpteenth time to see if Ned was coming back. He wasnât.

âMan, this sucks!â Joe declared.

âItâs still four more hours till dawnâ, Roger checked the watch of his HUD. âIt wouldnât be so bad, if we could just sleepâ.

âAs we said, we canât do that. Leaving the camp fire unattended would be far too hazardousâ, Phil reminded him.

âAnd if only one of us stands watch, they may fall asleep, so itâs got to be all of usâ, Joe added.

âI knowâ¦ Itâs just wishful thinking. I wish time would fly fasterâ.

âOh hey, I know what we can do to pass time!â Joe suddenly exclaimed.

âIs it pumpkin seeds? Because weâre out of those, tooâ, Phil interjected.

âNo, not pumpkin seeds. We can tell scary stories!â

âScary stories?â Phil didnât sound that thrilled.

âOh, that seems like fun! You know any good ones, Joe?â

âYeah, I got one. Itâs about ''The Three Monsters of Thunderclap''...â

 
===The Three Monsters of Thunderclap===
 

Thereâs a legend in Thunderclap shared from Rogue to Rogue; it says three monsters are living in Thunderclap, in its dungeons deep. Warnings the elders give never in the dark corners to wander, else death by monster you might meet.

The first one, the oldest, they say is a giant badger zombie. Chained in its dark cell, thedudeâs commands it heeds only. Released in secret, every blue moon, to hunt down and find any enemies of thedude. You cannot defeat it, for in this land the title of the strongest it claims; so if itâs after you, running is the only way. Once a free badger, our king the monster cursed; the story warns: lest to a zombie you also are turned.

The second, most savage, is rumoured to be a half-man, half-lizard, half-machine kind of beast.

Thatâs one half too many.

Hey, get out of my story, Phil! Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the man-lizard-machine beast of doom.

Once aimed thedudeâs armies in war to lead, the poor lizard in its training went mad. Now everything in sight it has to kill with fire, a ruthless murderer with a kill count bigger than all of us three. Deep in the mountain now itâs hidden, where its deranged voice no one can reach. But when the kingâs angry, his minions have failed; he throws them to the pit, the monster to feed.

The third and final one, thedudeâs trusted assassin, a man with no head, wearing a carved pumpkin and carrying a sword. A cold light emits through its hollow eyes, but if you ever gaze upon its glow, know this, you soon will be dead. For the Jack-oâ-Lantern donât breath or sleep, it donât drink or eat. It never rests, always chases, youâll never shake it off. Wherever you go, itâll find you, through land, through sea, through forest and bog. One day youâll find youâve been stabbed by its sword.

So, if thereâs any message to be learnt from this story, never anger thedude, never fail his will. Donât rebel against him or your orders neglect. Or even you might find you are hunted by zombie or lizard or a pumpkin-head!

 

As Joe finished his story and with satisfaction noticed his comradesâ eyes were wide open and Phil was even looking around him for any signs of the Jack-oâ-lantern or the zombie badger, should they be after them because they werenât doing their duty. Joe, thinking he could capitalise on that state of mind, upon concluding his narration jumped up, flailing his arms around and shouting âBOO!â Both his friends jumped up in fear and Phil even screamed. Joe proceeded to laugh at their reactions.

âVery funnyâ, Roger said sarcastically as soon as he regained his composure. âDid you just make all that up to scare us because weâre not taking part in the Candy Harvest?â

âNo, actually the storyâs very true. Rather, the rumours really exist. Donât know if theyâre right thoughâ.

âSpooky. So, youâve got anything to pay Joe back, Phil?â

âHmmâ¦ Scary stories, ha? Weeellâ¦ Y- yeah, I do have one, hereâs how it goes: The Most Apparing Spooky Storyâ.

 
===The Most Apparing Spooky Story===
 

It was a night of All Hallowâs Eve Eve âor was it the early morning of All Hallowâs Eveâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods gathering more firewood. The fire was just about to go out and leave only embers behind, so the night was getting cold.

That sounds familiar.

Shut up, Roger!

âItâs getting coldâ, one of the Rogues, who were definitely not us, noted.

âWell no duhâ.

âNedâ, letâs call the fourth comrade by a random name, how about Ned? âwill be back with the firewood shortly and we can have a strong fire againâ .

âTell that to my freezing toesâ.

âMaybe we should go find Ned and help him. We ainât gaining anything out of freezing to death hereâ.

âI guess maybe we shouldnât have sent Ned alone when weâre all coldâ.

âGah! But finding Ned is work and gathering firewood is more work. I hate workâ.

âMe too, man, but what we gonna do?â

âAaaagh! I hate youâ

âFreeze to death, if you likeâ.

And so the three daring Rogues finally got off their butts and did something. Leaving behind the clearing they were in, they walked into uncharted territory, where there were no paths among the trees, looking for their missing friend. However, it was not long before an unforeseen encounter interrupted them.

Out of the darkness, an enormous beast suddenly rose and towered over them. If the Rogues were found and questioned about it later, theyâd probably not be able to agree on what exactly it looked like. One would say it had three lion heads and a whaleâs tail. One would point out how it had eyes all over and a gaping jaw-less mouth full of teeth, while the third would think it had blue-dotted bat-like wings, even though thatâs really stupid ''Joe''. What all three of them could agree on, though, is the thirty-seven abnormally long tentacles that extended out of its main body, three of which instantly seized them, flexibly wrapping around them several times.

âWho goes there, disturbing my sleep?â the monster spoke with a deep rough voice, like that of the earth.

âUuuuh, Joe, Roger and Philâ, random names of course.

âBleghâ, the eldritch horror said. âSimply humans. Iâll just eat you thenâ

âAaaah, no, please donât eat us. Please, spare us. Weâd very much appreciate it if you let us live!â

âAnd why would I do that? Youâre just some puny humans after all. I see no reason to pity my foodâ.

âBecause weâre both intelligent and itâd kind of be immoral to kill us?â

The creature made a sound that could have possibly been interpreted as laughter, âYou? Intelligent? Please! The humans do not at all compare to the true intelligence the Slapalahalapatus possessâ.

âThe Slapohippo-what?â

âSlapalahalapatus!â the aberration roared angrily. âSee! Itâs this kind of ignorance that sets barbarians such as you as just part of the food chain. Speech is no proof of intelligence or any common parrot would make the cut. Humans such as you cover the planets and think youâre the kings of the world even though you understand nothing of it, just because youâre everywhere, Microbes are also everywhere, but they are in control of nothingâ.

âHey, donât blame us for not knowing! If the Slapahupalos are such a big deal, then shouldnât we have heard more about them? Weâve heard stories and some of us even seen of bigger creatures before, but never of anything like youâ.

The ancient beast, so confident in its earlier words, now paused awkwardly. âAaahâ¦ yesâ¦ thatâ¦ Well, I suppose Iâm the only one leftâ.

âHaaaaa? Is that so?â the Rogues vindictively pursued the path laid out before them. âIf the Slapepaporhaloohaooors are supposed to be so superior to us, how come theyâre all but extinct now while the humans are thriving?â

âItâs because we ''are'' superior that itâs come to this. Long ago, long before this land was even inhabited by humans, when the Slapalahalapatus still thrived and ruled over it, we became so wise and advanced that we were able to read the words written in the essence of the universe by the creators of this world. And while we found perfect sense in all we could read and gained great knowledge from it, one fateful day, a strange word was found that no one could understand. Our greatest philosophers debated on it day and night, but we could still not find its meaning. The scandalous phenomenon spread like wildfire and quickly it was known across the whole world. Eventually everyone was drawn in the mystery and there was no Slapalahalapatus that wasnât concerned by the burning question. A school of thought existed among us that suggested finding the meaning of that word would explain the meaning of life. We started losing sleep over it. We wouldnât eat or drink. We wouldnât talk or relate or mate. We wouldnât work or make art or science. We could only think of the question of the quizzical word. One by one, we started all dying and in the end I was the only one left, drifting through eternity aloneâ.

â,,,â

ââ¦ Pfft, ahahahaha! They died because of a word! AHAHAHA!â

âYou think this is funny?!â the Slapalahalapatus yelled. âHow about ''you ''try and answer this universeâs most difficult question?â

âWell, maybe I canât answer it, but I wonât die over it if I donât! Pff fu huâ.

âWhy donât we amend that then? If you find the meaning of the word, I will spare you, I wonât eat you and let you go. Iâm even feeling generous today and will give you three chances. However, if you cannot, you shall all meet a gruesome deathâ.

âSo, you want us to find the meaning of that word?â

âYesâ.

âAnd if we fail, youâll kill usâ.

âYesâ.

âWell that sounds rad, whatâs the word then?â

âThe word isâ¦ ''appar''â.

âAppar?â

âApparâ.

âJust appar?â

âJust apparâ.

âKinda underwhelming after everythingâ.

âItâs still the worldâs most important word, despite what you think of itâ.

âOkay, so we get three chances? That should take some thoughtâ

âDoes it mean monkey?â

âNo, appar does not mean monkey. A hypothesis that it might was suggested by Rahapaparupato on the Forty-seven-thousand-thirty-second year After Appar, but it was definitively disproven six-hundred-twenty-eight years laterâ.

âJoe, donât waste our chances like that. We should take careful consideration before we provide any hypotheses. Do you even know how many chances we have to get it right if we spout word randomly?â

âI dunno. Five?â

âThat is wrong on so many levels I donât even know where to begin withâ.

âAlright then, if you know so much better, why donât you try with our second go?â

âHmmâ¦ Letâs see. I took Zotaxian for a semester in Rogue Academy and if I recall correctly they had a word apperia that meant serenity. Could this possibly be connected to appar, that is appar meaning serenity?â

âThat couldnât be. Appar is a true word of the essence of the universe; it has nothing to do with the false languages used by physical beings You only have one chance leftâ.

âOh Crux!â âGood going there Phil, you nailed thisâ.

âOh cut me the slack, please. If weâre going to die soon, I donât want your whining to be the last thing I hearâ.

âHmm. If we even found the right meaning, though, how would you know? You donât know the right one either, so how can you judge?â the only Rogue who hadnât ventured a guess so far spoke up.

âI have studied the matter thoroughly. In the impossible scenario that you get it right, then it would click and everything would make sense. I would knowâ.

âI seeâ, Roger then whispered to his comrades. âIâve got this. Follow my leadâ.

âSo, youâve studied this so well youâd know instantly if it was right. Thatâs pretty apparingâ.

âWhat did you just say? Why did you say that word?â

âOh, you didnât realise? So, you still havenât figured it out, even though we know already. How apparingâ.

âWhat? No! But you donât know. You canât possibly have figured it out!â

âDude, donât appar me like that. You canât just go in denialâ.

âYouâre lying, youâre just trying to fool me!â

âWaitâ¦ are you telling me you were apparing me earlier on when you said youâd know if I figured it out?â

âPersonally, Iâm pretty apparredâ, Joe interjected, having realised what Roger was doing.

âOf course I can tell. Speak the meaning and Iâll judgeâ.

âHe canât even appar the meaning himself when heâs supposed to be such an apparing creature. I donât know what to thinkâ, Phil also caught on.

âOf courseâ¦ of course I canâ¦ appar it. I know the meaning, too. Itâs not possible you would have realised it before I did. I can use the word, too. Itâsâ¦ itâs very apparing to find out what this word means. Oh my Appar. I just used the word in a sentence. More than onceâ¦ This meansâ¦ This meansâ¦â

âWhat does it mean?â

âI finally understand. Everything is clear now. I have discovered the meaning of appar. What has eluded me and my kind for so long, I now can grasp and I can say: itâs the most apparing meaning. I am so appared to finally find out. I got through the loneliness and madness long ago and came to peace with myself, but my only regret was that I couldnât ever know what appar meant. And now that I know, I can finally rest in appar. I am grateful, three friends. For although you are humans, this apparment would not have been possible without you. You helped me see the appar and as such I will let you live. Farewell, three humans and may we appar againâ.

With its final words said the Slapalahalapatus was covered in a bright white light that filled all of their vision. Then as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished, the Slapalahalapatus going with it, not without leaving its mark, though, of all the surrounding trees burning.

âWell, that actually workedâ¦ Neatâ.

âDo you actually know what appar meant?â

âNo ideaâ.

âHey, weâve got a camp fire now. Appar!â

 

âThe end!â Phil finished with a satisfied look on his face.

âDude, this isnât a scary story! Itâs called what we were doing two hours agoâ, Joe objected.

âI donât know, it was pretty scary when it happenedâ.

âWell yeah, but not now after itâs over. And definitely not as a story repeated so quickly afterâ.

âItâs pretty weird though. If there was something so dangerous in these woods, one would expect command would have picked up on it and sent someone investigate. It appars me reallyâ, Roger contemplated.

âWell, never mind that. How about a scary story of yours? You do have one, right? After asking for our own?â

âNaturally, my dear friend Joe. And my story is called ''The Most Haunted House of the Century''â.

 
===The Most Haunted House of the Century===
 

It was a night of Halloween Eve âor I guess you might call it early Halloweenâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods searching for water. They were out of food and water and as the night advanced, their thirst grew more and more.

Iâm getting a feeling of deja vu.

Just listen to the story and youâll see.

The three soldiers were getting desperate to drink something and they wondered if it was right to have sent their other comrade to find water alone, even though theyâd just made him gather firewood only to make a new camp fire by themselves. But they all hated work, so worth it. Especially seeing as Ned came back then and for once wasnât useless.

âHey guys, you wonât believe what I found!â the Rogue spoke excitedly as he appeared from the trees.

âIs it water?â

âNo, itâs even better!â

Oops, spoke too soon.

âIf itâs not water, Iâm not interestedâ, Joe looked angry.

âBut guys, you must see this. Thereâs a house in the middle of the forest!â

âIs a house built in a forest so weird?â Phil asked.

âIf it was built in it, no. But this one seems to have crashed a few trees under it, like it appeared on top of them out of nowhereâ.

âThatâsâ¦ apparingâ.

âApparing?â

âSounds worth checking out. Since weâre here anyway, we probably should do as much as to report thisâ.

âIsnât this anyone elseâs job?â Joe complained.

âNo actually this is exactly what we signed up forâ.

âI donât remember thatâ, Roger responded. âBut a magical house sounds fun, letâs do thisâ.

Roger said that, however, not knowing about the old legend of the haunted wandering house. The story goes that there once was a scary strong wizard that one did not want to see cross. When he got mad, he would summon storms or put forests on fire, or worst of all turn you into a wooden squirrel. Living in his magical house that wandered the land on its own,he terrorised it for many years, but eventually even he was slain by a chivalrous hero. However, his house that leaped from place to place still waited for him to return, not knowing that he never would. Embodying the spirit of waiting, it attracted the ghosts of many dead housewives who in their life had to deal with their husbands always away from home. Their merging with the dark and mysterious magics cast into the house from the wizard itself, the haunted wandering house was born: always appearing in dark places across the land, presenting itself to the unassuming, it opens its doors and accepts the weary passersby into its deceptively warm interior. But when it tests its guests and finds them not to be the one itâs looking for, it always with no exception kills them and no one hears of them again. Itâs said that most of all it likes to appear before sailors, travellers and adventurers to satisfy the vengeful spirits haunting it.

That very house is what the four Rogues came upon that night, led by Ned. As described, it lay on top of a couple of trees, crashed by its weight. Coloured black and grey, it was surrounded by an eerie green aura. The Rogues gazed at it in awe and fear, unsure how to proceed.

âSo, what do we do now?â

âI guess we go in?â

âDo we have to?â

âWe canât just come all the way here and not check insideâ.

âFiiineâ.

And so the four Rogues enteredâ¦ And they never came out again. They were never seen again. And no one knows what happened to them.

 

â...â

âIs that it?â

âYou want more?â

âNo, itâs just itâs kind of stupidâ.

âWhat, you didnât like it?â

âDonât get me wrong, it definitely had that spooky potential, but it lacked in execution. The ending especially needed more workâ.

âEveryoneâs a critic, these days. Letâs see if you still have that attitude if you meet the wandering houseâ.

âAs if that kind of thing existsâ.

âHey guys, Iâm back!â

In the thick of their conversation as they were, the three Rogues hadnât noticed Ned approaching them. In their scary-story-affected mood, everyone jumped up from the surprise appearance.

âCrux, Ned, you scared the brick out of me! Donât creep on us like that!â

âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâ.

âWell, never mind that, whereâs the water?â Joe eyed his friend thirstily.

âI didnât find any, but Iâve got the next best thingâ.

âWaiiitâ¦ What is it?â Phil asked.

âItâs a house! Imagine that, a house in a forest!â âA house?â Philâs voice rose a few octaves, but he wasnât the only one who looked shocked.

âShow usâ, Roger instructed.

âWow, I didnât expect you guys to be so interested. I thought youâd say mean things againâ.

âJust take us thereâ, Joeâs voice was a little shaky.

As asked, Ned led them to his findings. And truly they found a house resting upon some fallen trees. It was made of wood and stone and its walls were crooked. There was a chimney on the roof, but no smoke came out of it, only the eerie mist that surrounded the entire building. The Rogues stared at in fear for a while, wondering if it really was what they thought it was. Then, the final drop came when all of a sudden, the houseâs door opened all on its own. This was all the three friends needed and they all together started running away, screaming in fear lest the house eat them. For everybody knows that when encountered with the mysteries of the other side, being as loud as you can is sure to keep you safe.

The three Rogues ran all the way out of the forest and back to base, where they were later punished for bailing with double the work for the Halloweâen Candy Harvest. Only Ned was left behind wondering what had scared his friends so much. He thought he should follow behind them, so they wouldnât get separated, but as he started walking away, he only got a glimpse of it with the edge of his eye and never was able to confirm it: a blonde woman appeared out of the trees and moving swiftly entered the house, the door closing behind her. And Ned never saw her again. . .

==The Tale of Boo==
Gather round children, I've got a story for you Four soldiers once walking in the forest of Boo In there they were greeted by scary old trees Under which no one would sit to K-I-S-S kiss Deeper and deeper they ventured into the woods And the nasty aura always worsened their moods

The moon rose at night The dark grew in might

In the woods lived a lone ghost named Steve He laughed for the day was All Hallow's Eve The spirits had risen and doomed their fate For the foolish soldiers had taken the bait Receiving a signal of colours black and red Too bad their comrade was already dead

As time went on, the four men started to chat Scared they were not, of the occasional bat Ted said he wanted a coffee with cream That's when they all heard an unearthly scream Frightened they panicked, they run their hearts a-beating As they realised their time on earth was fleeting

In midst of the fright The clock struck midnight

And out of nowhere they were stopped by a sudden house Scared witless they entered like in the trap does the mouse Ancient it looked, and in riches abundant Everything went wrong when Ted touched a pendant From all around there was a sound of creaking And doors everywhere went rampant, mad as the king

The soldiers were then trapped with locked all the doors Right before the appearance of a spectral fiery horse It charged against Ted, now he's down for the count Stomped as he was by the nightmarish mount Then walked in a man by hand holding his head Looking at the horrified group that's what he said

"Welcome travellers, how do you do? Brave you are to enter in the forest named Boo Please join me and together let's dine I'm sure to your liking you'll find my wine But know this, just like your friend By morning, there's no escape, you all will be dead"

The three remaining run completely terrified They hoped their fate they somehow defied John saw a window and thought he found a way When he jumped out he saw of hope a ray But when he landed he faced the headless rider A quick swing and the blood spilled like cider

Off with his head Now John's all red

Bill and Robin the mansion also fled Using a catapult made out of a bed When Bill saw little lights he quickly followed And the Will-O-Wisps gladly showed him the road But that decision's moment he would come to rue When the screen would declare: he was eaten by a grue

Robin the forest wandered for a while The dangers he avoided bearing a smile But then appeared Steve and called "Do not be alarmed I come here in peace, I am not armed Let me help you for with you I've got no beef" Yet when Robin lowered his guard, Steve pushed him off a cliff

Down in void he fell As dawn's rang the bell

Please don't cry children, it was well-deserved For the soldiers were Rogues and thedude they all served Just then in the first morning light dose The spirits of All Hallow's Day rose With a new addition among them: the soldiers felt blue As the story ended with four more residents of the forest of Boo

==On Flight on All Hallowâs Day==



âMan, this is the worstâ, the Rogue declared with a dramatic raise of his arms.

âI guess we deserve it at this pointâ¦ We should have made sure not to get caughtâ, his friend replied with a sigh.

âStill, isnât Captain being a little too cruel? He said weâd do double the work, but weâre basically doing everyoneâs and the rest are chillingâ, the third one complained also.

Three Paradox Rogues were walking down the road of a little village in the outskirts of Morcia. No matter its insignificance in the larger scheme of things, however, there was no exception to the law and thedudeâs dues had to be collected in places small and big. As such, in a background of mixed festivities with people dressed in costumes of ghosts, skeletons and Barney, with fires being lit up here and there and effigies being built and carried around; in the chaos of all things, it was unclear if everyone was celebrating or protesting ârioting even; in this background, Joe, Phil and Roger were carrying their bags of harvest, filled with candy.

âCanât we take a break?â Joe asked.

âYou know weâve got to finish this before the end of the dayâ, Phil reminded.

âItâs already past midnight anyway, the even should technically be over, letâs rest for a whileâ, Roger countered.

âFineâ¦â

The three of them stopped by the likeness of a child dressed in a ghost costume being burnt in the middle of the road, using its fire to warm themselves in the chilly night of nearing winter.

âItâs getting quieter at least, graduallyâ, Phil tried to find the silver lining.

âI would have expected the kids to go home a long time ago honestly. Are their parents okay with letting them go wild like that?â Joe wondered.

âYou know itâs like this every year. Does our job so much harderâ.

âBy the way, where is Ned? Did he get lost again?â Roger remembered their other comrade.

âLast I saw him, I think he was being chased out by an old ladyâ.

âWhere did he get to, that slacker?â

âThat means more work for usâ¦ Worst Halloweâen everâ¦â Joe complained once again.

âTechnically, itâs All Hallowâs Day alreadyâ.

âHmm, actually, I donât think thatâs the worst. My cousin Rowen told me a story of what happened to him last year and it sounds no fun at allâ.

âOh and what story was that?â

âLetâs seeâ¦ Let me try and remember thatâ.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 11:12, Log 1




Hello, this is Jack speaking. Official Record Keeper and the best one at that. Though itâs my first time doing it actually. Captain entrusted that to me when we started the journey. This is the sixth day by the way. Oh, you might be wondering why this is the first log, even though itâs the fourth dayâ¦ I kinda forgotâ¦ But itâs all good. Iâm nailing it from now on. Iâve been chosen for this job for my well-suited skill-set, not because the rest of the crew was too bored to do it, as ''some ''suggest.

Oh but at this point I suppose I should introduce the crew! Weâve got the Captain, and you donât want to mess with her. Best captain you could get. Even though she got second place in the West Britay Best Rogue Captain competition, that thing was rigged. No one really likes Captain Barthooker. Whatâs that? I didnât say her name, ah yes. Captain is Captain Elisabeth Viscooky. Donât tell her her name sounds like cookie, though. I imagine sheâd give you two days of mopping for that. Not that I would know for any reason in particular, of course.

Then, weâve got Mr. Svee, the first mate. No one really knows his full name, so we just call him Mr. Svee. Heâs really strong and scary. Everyone respects him, but Iâm kinda afraid to talk to him.

We also have Kibo. Heâs the navigator and pilot. Really knows how to fly straight. And what all these blinking lights and buttons do. So, he must be a genius. And uh, his last name, right? His last name is Ukhozi.

Then thereâs me, Jack. General duties, Official Record Keeper and life of the party. Very talented, graduated Rogue school top of my class, likes country music and puppies. For the ladies, you can hit me up on the email jackknowsgreatnames@thundermail.milt.

Thereâs also Jill whoâs new. We picked her up recently when we started this mission. Apparently, sheâs going to help us with magic consultation or something. Sheâs a sorceress, but this new type that actually knows sorcery, too. Seems pretty cool, but kinda serious. Somewhat aloof. I think Rowen has a crush on her though.

Speaking of Rowen, heâs the other member of the crew. He works on engineering stuff in case anything breaks. Heâs also my best friend and single, if anyoneâs interested.

And this is all of us. Yeah, I know. Small crew, but thatâs because every one of us is worth ten people. Except Fredâ¦ Fred is terrible at everything. Iâm not sure why weâve got him aboard. Oh right! I forgot to mention Fred. Yeah, heâs also a crewmemberâ¦ Anyway, what was I saying? Ah right, weâre all great. Has nothing to do with our division getting budget cuts because our works have been fruitless so far.

You ask what weâre working on? Well, thatâs kinda classified, but maybe I could tell just you, you know between you and me confidentially, that kind of thing. Donât let it slip to anyone else. Weâre basically exploring the horizons, looking for more lands. You know what they say: thedudeâs not conquered everything if thereâs more of everything to conquer. Sadly, no oneâs been able to find anything before, but thatâs actually all the better, because it means ''I ''get to go on this mission. And itâs pretty fun. You knowâ¦ We get isolated from everyone else. See ocean on all sides every dayâ¦ Stay enclosed within the same four walls all the timeâ¦. . . Okay, itâs not the best, but Iâve got my best mates with me, right? Rowen, Jill?

What are you doing?

Iâm recording a log for our mission.

Iâm not sure what exactly youâre up to, but youâre probably doing it wrong.

Hey Rowen, youâre with me right? You get what Iâm saying!

Always, bro!

Thatâs what Iâm talking about bro! See, Jill?

I donât see anything, youâre not making any sense.

In any case, letâs continue. You see, itâs because weâre exploring like that that our journeyâs been taking so long. Normally spaceships like this would get anywhere really fast, but weâve got to actually check the whole landscape or well seascape to look for any land, so progress is slow. Fredâs been saying we wonât find anything since no else has before anyway, but who listens to Fred? After all, Mr. Svee did say that some of the previous expeditions never came back and if they got lost, then there must be somewhere they got lost in and we should find that.

So far weâve not found anything either though. Itâs all been water so far. At least we actually get to travel over it, rather than on it, because I get seasick pretty easily. Not like Fred who gets spacesick, too. Or is it airsick?

Hey Rowen, if youâre flying in a spaceship, but flying in the air, is it spacesick or airsick?

Itâs one of the questions of the ages.

Yo, is it both at the same time?

Itâs like SchrÃ¶dingerâs sickness.

Wouldnât it just be airsick, because itâs whatâs causing the sickness whatâs important, that being travelling in the air?

No, boo. Bad Jill. You donât understand the complicated things.

Yeah, Jill, donât be like Fred.

No one wants to be like a Fred.

Whatâs wrong with Fred, he seems like a nice gu-

Nooooo! Fredâs terrible, have you not seen Fred?

Yeah you canât honestly believe Fred is competent at anything.

Fred is bad.

Fred is bad.

Fred is frad?

Fred is Fred.

Oh man, sick burn.

And with that we complete todayâs log. To summarise: weâre the crew, weâre searching for thing, Fred is bad.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 17:32, Log 2

 

Weâve hit a bit of a delay. Weâre changing course. Apparently, Kibo just noticed we were off course of where we were headed. Never thought Kibo would make a mistake like that. Weâve been on the wrong path, too much to the south, for hours. Iâve not heard of Kibo doing anything like it before. Weird. Guess he must be tired, too, after all this water for six days straightâ¦

Then again, Fred told me all that, so itâs probably nonsense. No way that man knows whatâs going on right.

Well, at least weâre headed the right way now, towards the west. Captain did mention some numbers or coordinates or something, but I donât really remember them. All will be good and hopefully weâll discover new lands in time for breakfast tomorrow.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 23:47, Log 3

 

Man, I could really do with some soda right now.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission sixtee- ah got it wrongâ¦

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:43, Log 4

 

Damn, woken up early today. As if Iâve got a job to do or something. Whatâs it Jill? Stop staring at me like that. Anyway, no land found yet. And I also missed breakfast. Why did Captain have to lock the kitchen today?

Maybe itâs a not so subtle hint youâre supposed to wake up on time.

Listen to her, Rowen. Ridiculous, right?

Haha, all I know is I ate breakfast and you didnât. Sucks to be you.

No, the betrayal!

A- achoo!

Hmm? Whatâs it, Jill? You sick or something.

Nah, I donât think so. Maybe some allergy.

Is there anything on this ship to be allergic to?

You?

Oh man sick burn, she totally got you.

Dang it, I gotta give that to you. And thus we end this recording with Jill ahead of me for now, but will she maintain that score? Tune in next episode to find out.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission aah 17, Date whatever, Log the next one after the previous one

 

Hello everyone. Itâs Rowen, your new host. Iâm sure youâll be happy to have gotten a much better-looking host nowâ¦ Though you canât really see me with these. But my voice is greater, too.

Anyway, for things to log.

Jack is a nerd.

Fred is bad.

Itâs hard to read Captain, but I think I might have seen a slight smile in the morning when Jack was upset about breakfast. So, maybe sheâs happy today.

Jill is still pretty.

Day thirty-one of losing arm-wrestles to Mr. Svee. Gonna get him some day.

Oh uh and speaking of Jill. She said she had a strange itch earlier today and when I suggested I scratch her if itâs hard to reach, she merely shot me down, didnât hit me. So, I think thatâs going well.

Oi Rowen, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, Jackâs coming, gotta go. Over!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:22, Log what was the last number, Rowen?

 

I think youâre doing that wrong, Rowen. Youâre only supposed to say that when using a walkie-talkie.

I mean you can walk with this right?

Not the same thing. Anyway, who gave you permission to use ''my'' journal, ah I mean log.

I just did it, yo.

Hmmâ¦ Well, canât argue with that.

Hey guys, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, itâs Fred. Run, run, go, go, go!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 18:56, Log 7

 

I was telling Rowen, and I think all of you listeners at home will agree, that he should just go for it and ask Jill out, but then he says he canât when the mood in the shipâs so bad, itâs killing his groove. So, I ask him whatâs wrong. And he says that he overheard Kibo and Captain arguing. What are they arguing about, I ask. Apparently, Kibo fell asleep overnight and hit the wrong button or something and sent the ship the wrong way going right bast east towards home. Kibo denied it, saying he was up all night and never did he turn the ship around and he doesnât understand what happened. So, Captainâs mad at him for making a mistake twice, but also not admitting it. She told him to go sleep, because heâs too tired to fly properly and Kibo got annoyed saying it wasnât true at all.

Anyway, Captain took over the controls and weâre back on track now, but I wonder what happened to Kibo. Heâs been a perfect pilot in all our past ventures. Maybe heâs homesick.

Yo, Rowen, what do you think?

Probably he talked to Fred too much and caught incompetence.

Oh thatâs rightâ¦ Thatâs probably it.

Hmm. I donât know, thereâs definitely something weird about this. Iâve been feeling a bit off since a while ago. Maybe thereâs something else at play.

Like what?

Maybe a rebelâs curse. But thatâs just a guess. I think I should probably go study. Tell people not to bother me.

Hey, Rowen, whatâs up with Jill?

Donât know, Jack. But thatâs what girls are like. A mystery.

I can hear you! I told you what was wrong!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 20:56, Log 8

 

Itâs getting late now, so itâs hard to see, but Mr. Svee said he saw mist ahead on the telescope, so weâve all been wondering if that means anything. If we should approach or avoid it. Captain asked for Jill to look into it with her voodoo magic or whatever, but sheâs been cooped up in her room and doesnât come out. I tried to peek in at some point and she was in some sort of meditative stance with weird make-up on her face and candles lit all around. Iâll never understand those sorcerers.

In any case, with her like that, weâve pretty much no choice to just go in and investigate it. I wonder what weâll find. If anything. It might just be boring old mist. Well, weâll find out in a few hours.

 
''Stubbornness'', Mission seventeeaaaaah, something something something 4:28, Log 9

 

Iâm thirsty.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 10

 

Ah, woken up early today, damn. Why Captain, why? I almost missed breakfast, too. Itâs a new day today and hmm, whatâs that? Computerâs got the wrong date for some reason, says the 15th. Weird. Iâll tell Rowen to come and fix it later. Ah, this headache is killing me. Iâll end this entry early now.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 10:42, Log 11

 

Maaan, what is this? I ask Rowen to fix the computer for me and he says no, because somethingâs got Jill spooked up and heâd rather stay with her. Man! Itâs bros before hoes, ya know? Iâd get it if Jill actually what she was so scared of, but she said she doesnât know! Thatâs weird, right? So, now Iâm stuck with Fred trying to fix it, like what?

Hi guys!

Donât make it worse, Fred.

Whoâre you talking to? Any friends back home?

Fred, you know weâre not allowed to contact people outside of this ship without authorisation.

Ah right. So, anyway about this computerâ¦ Have you tried turning it off and on again?

Oh dammit.

 

''Stubbornness'', Official Record Keeperâs Log, Star Date whatever

 

I was on my way to ask Mr. Svee to fix my computer, but then I met Captain and Kibo in the halls having the weirdest conversation. Captain was asking Kibo why the ship was all overturned, but then Kibo said it couldnât have been his fault, because in the early morning it was Captain flying the ship. But thatâs weird, I donât remember Captain taking over. And she too was confused about it. They then simply went and fixed the shipâs course, but Iâm not sure whatâs going on and neither are they. I wonder if Kiboâs cursed.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission the one we got, Date today, around one, Log 13
 

Now Jillâs taken to going around in a weird costume with a censer, burning incense and sprinkling water. She says itâs some kind of ceremonial dress. I think she might end up short-circuiting something, but Rowen isnât stopping her. I think he might just like the costume though.

Captain also seems to think we should just let the sorceress do her thing. Maybe itâs cause thereâs such a strange mood over the ship today, because normally I donât think sheâd be that accepting. I did catch Mr. Svee giving her an unconvinced look, though.

What a day.

 
''Stubbornness'', blah blah blah, Log 14, Status report

 

It appears through our combined efforts, Fred, Mr. Svee and I haveâ¦ crashed my computer. Itâs not opening any more, dammit. Oh, but also it looks like the date problem involves all our computers. Did we get hacked?

 
''Stubbornness'' pays off! Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 14:53, Log 15

 

WE HAVE SEEN LAND! I repeat! We have seen land! I was just informed Mr. Svee saw it on the telescope. Looks like an island. Itâs overcast with mist apparently and thereâs a storm on the horizon, but weâre all too excited. Weâve discovered new land, actual land. The mission is a success! Weâre all eager to see it from up close and explore it, so weâll attempt to land. A storm should be no problem for our ship.
 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:09, Blog 16

 

Hello everybody and welcome back to the Official Record Blog. Today we will be interviewing the crew of the ship Stubbornness. I have with me right now a man by the name Rowen, would you like to tell us what youâre doing right now?

Maintenance on the engines.

Ah splendid. And will that be important for landing on the island?

Itâs important for everything.

I see, I see. And tell us, Mr. Rowen, what are you excited for in light of the upcoming exploration?

Hmmâ¦ I wonder if thereâll be any good food there.

Donât we all? You know what they say, they donât pay for luxury in the Rogues.
 

Next is Miss Jill. What would you like to say to the audience, Jill?

Aaaaah. Donât poke sleeping dragons?

Awfully specific, but will do. Would you care to explain what youâre doing?

Iâm preparing an enchantment for the blessing of this ship.

For those of you at home who canât see, Jill is currently standing on one leg, reaching for her head with the other and juggling some mysterious bags of dried leaves with her hands. Impressive, I know, but kids donât try this at home.

Itâs actually a lot more complicated than what Jack just explained.

You heard it right from the source folks.

And anything youâre looking forward to now that weâll be landing?

Hmm, I guess Iâd like to see what the landscape is like.

What a nerd.

Hey! And here I am being nice, humouring you.

How very uncharacteristic of you. But thatâs all the time weâve got for you, Iâm afraid. Youâll have to file your complaints next time.

As if Iâm coming on this show again another timeâ¦

Youâve acknowledged it as a show now, you canât take this back, ha ha ha ha!

No wait Jack, come back!

 

Haha and now that weâve gotten to trick Jill, let us proceed to the next person. Kibo, would you like to-

Hey, who let you in here? Be quiet, Iâm trying to focus now, weâll be entering the storm soon.

And so-

Get out of here!

 

Alas, the last thing didnât work out, but weâve got more people to interview. Mr. Svee what would you like to tell the audience?

Hrmph.

Ah, very eloquently said.

And what are you doing there?

Preparinâ. Landinâ.

Ah, I seeâ¦ And what is something youâd like to do once we land?

â¦ Fishinâ

Very nice. Maybe youâd like a fishing partner once you do.

No.

Ahâ¦ Okay. Then, I believe this part of the interviewing process is over. On to the next person!

 

Hey Captain, what-

What in Crux are you doing, Jack?

Interviewing?

Why?

As part of my logging dutiesâ¦

Haaaâ¦ Iâll let you off this once, because weâre all excited todayâ¦ But donât you go doing stupid stuff like that again, you hear me?

Yes, maâam!

 

And thus sadly this interview comes to an end, but hopefully youâve all come to know our crew members a little better. Thatâs all of them after all.

Hey, what about me?

What about you Fred?

Wonât you interview me?

No.

 

Log 17

 

Hem hemâ¦ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

WE JUST ENTERED THE STORM AND I DONâT KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, BECAUSE ITâS VERY LOUD, BUT DAMN WAS THAT SUDDEN ROAR OF THUNDER SCARY!

 

Log 18

 

Welcome back. Iâve sought out a more soundproof place, so that you can hear my voice without screaming. The storm has proven to be stronger than we expected. Kiboâs fighting it out right now, so that weâre not overtaken by the winds, but itâs fine, this kind of thing happens sometimes. Iâve got to say though I really am glad weâre in a waterproof airtight ship cause itâs chaos out there. I looked out a window and could barely see anything beyond the drops of rain. Or the hail. Yes, there seems to be hail also.

Rowen and Jill are here with me in the closet, looking for warm clothes and blankets. Itâs gotten pretty cold suddenly. And Captain doesnât want to raise the thermostatâs temperature. Something about saving energy. I donât really get it, weâve got enough fuel to go on for thrice as much and still be able to come back, but Captain is Captain, I suppose. At least, it means Jill changed out of her ridiculous outfit.

 

Log 19

 

And the storm just got stronger. You can hear the sound of hail hitting on the roof, canât you? I wonder if my voice will end up completely drowned out by the end of this.

Weâve got more people trying to stay warm in the closet now, under the piles of cloth available. Fredâs here and Mr. Svee stayed for a while before he went back to. Captain and Kibo are in the cockpit though trying to keep control of the ship. The stormâs making it harder to land safely, but they should be able to make it soon if they work together.

Iâll just stay in the closet though. Incidentally, the closet also happens to be the emergency room for some reason âI think it was a form of budget cuts. However, itâs not that Iâm scared. Iâm just here toâ¦ guard the clothes. Itâd be a shame if something happened to them. What would Jill do if she lost any other potential weird outfits?

My outfits arenât weird.

Itâs not the time for that, Jill! Erm hem, where was I? Ah yes. So, as you can see Rowen and Jill are lucky to have me with them. I can protect them as well as the clothes.

 

Log 20

 

Nope, not doing it. Better to just pull out, they said. We wouldnât be able to go out anyway if we landed, so itâs better if we just wait it out from outside.

The jolts are getting more violent and Rowenâs kinda scared. Ha ha, heâs such a kid. Iâm not scared at all myself of course.

 
Lo- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

The shipâs gone out of control. Weâre spinuwauwawanniiiingâ¦!

I think Iâm going to hurl!

Please donât!

Ah, Mr. Svee, what do we do?!

Brace for impact! Weâre falling!

 

I think Iâve gotta go now. The shipâs gone underwater and there might be damage to the hull.

Mr. Sveeâs hit his head.

Oh no, is he all right?

Heâs breathing, but it might be a concussion.

Fred, take care of him, weâve got to go.

 

 

Ahâ¦ This is Rowen speaking. I found Jackâs recorder on the floor, so Iâve picked it up now. If these are going to be the last moments of our lives, we might as well leave something behind of them. The emergency lights just went on after a power failure, but for a while it was dark and I lost Jill. I got separated from Jack earlier when the seaweed monsters were chasing us.

You see, we fixed the parts of the hull that had been breached, or so we thought. But then it turned out some kind of moving, crawling seaweeds had gotten in along with the water. They tried to strangle Jack, but we cut them off him. Then, they started amassing together to form bigger figures that chased us.

I think Iâve lost them for now, but thatâs not the only problem right now. Iâve come up to a window and that sound we heard earlierâ¦ Huge tentacles seem to be wrapped around the ship. What the heck is this? Are we gonna die? I donât wanna die. This is stupid.

 

Hi, itâs me again. Iâve come up to the cockpit door. I tried to open it, but it wouldnât badge. Then, I noticed the seaweeds on it. Iâm afraid to touch it. Captain and Kibo might be in danger, thoughâ¦ Iâll try knocking.

Hello? Hello? Anybody in? Theyâre not answering, but the seaweeds are starting to stir. They might already beâ¦ Either way, I donât think I can help them. I hopeâ¦ I hope. I gotta go!

 

Whoa! Jill is awesome! She just came out of nowhere and burnt some seaweeds to a crisp. Never underestimate sorcerers. Thanks Jill, you saved me.

No problem, but what are you doing at such a time?

Never mind that, we should try to find the others and stick together.

 

We just found Jack struggling with a bunch of fish that had gotten in through another hole. We got him away, but I donât know if we can fight all these fish. Theyâre pretty big and they look hungry and thereâs all this water coming in.

Letâs just run!
 

Haha! This was so cool. Jack just smashed a sea snakeâs head with a bat. Not sure where he even got it. Saved Jill that way. Iâm starting to think we might just make it. Soon weâll get to the armoury to get our weapons.

 

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

Weâve been thrown! Weâve been thrown! The tentacles have thrown us! Weâre all gonna die, weâre all gonna die! Weâll start falling soon and then we will die.

â¦

Hey guys when are we gonna start falling?

I donât know, I figured itâd start happening right about now, but honestly it feels like weâre still.

Weird.

So weâre not gonna die?

Greetings.

AH! Itâs something!

KILL IT WITH FIRE! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Wait, itâs a person!

How did he get here? How did you get here? Are you an enemy? Ha! Are you a sea person?

I am not-

Down with sea people! Iâm not going down so easily, youâll only kill me over my dead body.

What?

As I was saying-

How can he kill you over your dead body? That doesnât seem physically possible.

Thatâs why it would only happen over my dead body.

What?

No, no, heâs got a point.

Silence!

Ah right, intruder. Sorry, weâre not used to dealing with that. Honestly, you find us in a bit of an uncomfortable time.

I know, thatâs why Iâm here.

To finish us off?

No, Iâm here to help you.

Help us? Who even are you?

Who am I? I suppose you could call me Thorn.

Well, Thorn, Iâm sure youâre a very finely-dressed gentleman, but I donât know if you can really help us. Weâre kind of in an impending doom situation.

Oh donât worry. Little Thorn has his ways. All I need is a word from you and I can make all your problems go away.

That sounds like an internet scam.

Whatâ¦ is an internet?

Never mind that, what Iâm sure Jack meant to say is we have absolute trust in your ability to help us, but why would you do that?

Oh, cannot a man help some poor fellows out of the kindness of his heart? Youâre lucky itâs the Hallowed Day. I saw you poor souls battling the storm and I couldnât help it my heart was moved. So, you see I want to help you. But whether or not I do depends entirely on you. I simply need you to agree to the terms.

Terms, what terms?

Oh, itâs but a simple thing. You neednât worry at all. Letâs say that you will just owe me a favour afterwards. Itâs no big deal, right? A favour in exchange for your lives. It seems like a good bargain to me.

Hmm. A favour that we know nothing about and could be anything and which you can ask at any time in the future, possible with greatly adverse effects to our lives? I donât know about that. So, make it one favour in exchange of our livesâ¦ ''plus ''one soda.

I can do that.

Cool.

Itâs a deal then?

Itâs a deal.

â¦

Hey, where did he go?

Oh man, I wanted a soda, too.

Wait, are we falling now?

AAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

 

Hello, everyone! This is Fred speaking. I just found the guys and a soda unconscious in a pool of water. I pulled them out, but Iâm not sure what to do with the soda, what do yâall think? I donât know if Jack would be mad that I used his recorder thingy, but heâs unconscious right now, so I couldnât ask and I thought someone should record this. You know, like a commemorative photo.

There was a lot of shaking, but in the end it seems we made it out and weâre currently floating out in the open sea, but under clear sky. Hmm. Now that I mentioned that, why were we in a storm in the first place? I donât seem to remember at the moment. But my new friend Thorn is telling me not to worry about it, so Iâll probably do that.

 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 29

 

Wow, log 29? When did we get to such a high number? I only remember recording likeâ¦ three. Speaking of which, when did it become November 2nd? Iâd swear it was like October 31st today? Is the computer broken, orâ¦ Oh man, did I miss Halloweâen? I was gonna harvest some candy from Rowen. Hmm. I do feel like something did happen recently, but I canât quite recollect it any more. Hey Rowen! Do you remember what we were doing the past two days?

Aaaah. Werenât we flying like always? Or ratherâ¦ I think we found something? But no, I would remember something like that. Hmm, the more Iâm trying to think about it the more itâs eluding me. Anyway, wonât you hurry? Youâll miss breakfast at this rate. New rules today onwards.

What? I canât miss that!

 

...nd Rowen, can I ask you something?

Hang on a moment, Jill, first I gotta:

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:32, Log 30

Do you have to record everything?

I was thinking. You know how back home weâve got this daily vlogger thing where they record their whole daily life to show people. Maybe we could do something like that, too.

That soundsâ¦ terrible. But never mind that, what was I talking about?

You were about to ask something.

Ah thanks Rowen. What was it again? I thinkâ¦ right. Do you guys feel like something is wrong? Like something is missing?

Mmm. I donât really know what youâre talking about.

Like, am I the only one whoâs getting a headache when trying to think about what we did the past few days?

Why would we all get a headache together? Do you have something contagious?

No, I guess youâre right. What I was saying was unreasonable. Did we do anything out of the ordinary lately, you feel?

Out of the ordinary? Nah, these were the most common days weâve had really. I did like an interview, right? I think. And then you wore a cosplay. Maybe thatâs what youâre thinking of.

Cosplay? I donât remember that, butâ¦ maybe? I guess one of the two of you convinced me to try something like that.

Then, that settles it, that must have been it. I do also remembering seeing you in a costume.

You must have been too embarrassed and repressed the memory.

Or maybe you hit your head during that huge storm that we went into?

What are you talking about Fred? What storm?

Ehhhâ¦ Not really sure.

Silly Fred, what are you trying to confuse us for? Well, I guess as they say Fred is bad.

Yessss! Jill knows it, too!

Fred is bad.

Fred is Fred.

Fred is happy that heâs got pals like you lot?

Youâre even bad at ''this'', Fred?

 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 9:05, Log 31

 

Ah, Captain just debriefed us. Apparently, weâre going back home. The shipâs sustained too much damage to risk travelling any further. When did the ship get damaged again? Hmm. Maybe we hit birds while I was sleeping or something like that. Anyway, looks like this series is going to be coming to an end soon, but donât you worry. Iâll still be here for the Stubbornnessâs next mission (probably). Now off to mopping, there seems to be a lot of water in the ship for some reason.

 

âAnd thatâs why you can always have a worse November 1stâ, Roger finished.

âI donât buy itâ.

âWhat?â

âI donât buy itâ, Joe repeated. âSeems like you made it all upâ.

âWhat are you talking about? Thatâs a real story that happened to my cousinâ.

âThen, your cousin is making it upâ.

âYeah, it doesnât make any sense. If they all forgot about it in the end, then how was your cousin able to tell you?â Phil commented.

âIt was still in the logs, you seeâ.

âSpeaking of, why did you tell the story like you were repeating the logs? That was so weirdâ.

âAnd who was that Thorn character?â

âWhat was that island?â

âWhy was there so much mystery around it?â

âWho knows? They never learnt. Thatâs why itâs a mysteryâ.

âWhy has no one heard of this story before? None of the expeditions ever reported successâ.

âBecause they also forgot the logsâ.

âSo, thatâs why Iâm sayingâ¦ it doesnât add up. If they forgot, then they couldnât have told you. And why do ''you'' remember in the first place? Youâre making it all upâ.

âFine, have it your way. I know whatâs true, I donât need your confirmationâ.

âHey guys Iâm back!â Ned suddenly appeared, looking rather dishevelled with branches and dirt all over him.

âAnd where have you been?â Phil asked.

âApparently, Iâve somehow become the local Raccoon crime lordâ, Ned explained.

âSee, I even believe Nedâs story more than I do youâ, Joe noted.

âOh thatâs so nice of youâ.

âShut up, Nedâ.

âAnyway, letâs get back to work. Thereâs still lots of candy to getâ.

And thus the three Renegade friends âand Nedâ continued along the road, leaving the warm fire behind. . .

==The Day when Thunderclap was built in a single Day==
 

âAll right, children, what story would you like to hear today?â the Storyteller asked and was immediately showered with requests by the children gathered around the fire theyâd made to keep them warm in the cold November evening.

âHow about the thedudeâs New Clothes one?â

âCan you tell us about Christmass?â

âI wanna hear about the time Sir Talmid was captured and escaped!â âWhich one?â

âIs it true he escaped a few years ago?â

âIâd like to hear the one about the Duck Knight againâ.

âCan it be a short one today? I want to be back for the fireworksâ.

âThe fireworks, huh?â the Storyteller pondered as she had an idea of her own. âHow about I tell you of todayâs holiday?â she asked, ultimately ignoring all the childrenâs requests even though sheâd asked, something which she had a tendency to do. âThe story of the Day when Thunderclap was built in a single Dayâ.

âIsnât that kind of redundant?â

âDonât question my titles. In any case, letâs begin. Our story begins on the Mount of Thunderclap, when thedudeâs new fortress was still under constructionâ¦â

 

âwat iz dise? uxpluns yussalfâ, thedude, king of the world (or soon to be, if the local newspapers were accurate at all), demanded.

thedude, Vladek and the construction foreman along with a couple of Renegade guards were looking at a virtually empty room âonly a small metal box was left discarded on the floor. The room didnât have anything special about it, except for the fact that it should have been wrecked already the day before. 

âYou see, your Majesty. We attempted to bring down this roomâs walls as well to make room for your interior pool, but ''he ''stopped usâ, the foreman replied..

âhu, hua ar vis hi? kilfy hims nahâ, thedude angrily enquired.

âHeâs talking about meâ, a voice said.

thedude looked to his left, looked to his right and didnât find anyone else that could have been the voice. He turned to one of the guards.

âwaz dat uâ.

âNo, sirâ.

âden hi wer uâ, thedude accused the other guard. âyu wel bi exacutoâ.

âSir, please no, that wasnât me eitherâ.

âvlederk, iz yus pleen pranc an mi?â

âIf his Majesty were to examine a little more closely, perhaps he might realise that it was none of the living that spoke that timeâ, Vladek.

âden woo?â

âIt would appear that it was this boxâ.

âsili verdik, boksis canne tokâ.

âApparently, this one canâ, Vladek maintained his dead face throughout, but perhaps a muscle on it twitched once.

âYeah hi, Iâm Pyrâ, the box confirmed.

âah! teh bahk cans takl! kils eet wit fiyerh!â

Immediately, the two Rogues walked in front of thedude and the others and released two streams of flames on the box using their advanced weaponry. The metal box was unscathed.

âIâm sure youâll find you canât burn metal, your Majestyâ, Vladek said with a faint ironic smile, after the guards had stopped.

âvurdlak, exxxplent disâ.

âIt appears to be an artefact possessing some form of Artificer Intelligenceâ, the kingâs advisor explained, having noted the intricate engravings on the boxâs faces that were most likely not just for show.

âah dannah luk id. kelld it!â

âSir, I believe itâd be better if we studied what it did first. It could prove to be usefulâ.

âah! et duun samtin, stahp its!â

The box was indeed doing something. A flame suddenly engulfed the upper half of it and the box started floating ever-slightly, in such an angle that one of its corners pointed upwards (and the one opposite downwards).

âAnd to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?â the box spoke and its flames stirred a little accordingly.

âyu sehz yosilvs nim frest!â thedude snapped back.

âI believe I have already introduced myself, I am Pyrâ.

âwot di hix iz e pirr?â

âIf you ask me that, Iâm not sure I know the answer. A Pyr is me, thatâs the most specific way I could define it. Do ''you ''know what ''you'' are?â

âmiz thedude, daâ.

âAh, so that is your name. Now, forgive my being behind the times, but thatâs what happens when youâre abandoned in an empty house for years, but is my information correct that thedude is the man who killed the infamous Sorcerer of Morcia?â

âwut surkara? hi min thoz brakrobd doodz?â

âI believe he is referring to the Sorcerer you killed upon arriving in Morcia. The one who used to live in this volcanoâ, Vladek refreshed his masterâs memory.

âaH! i rumembahs. dat wor fanâ.

âSo, I was correct. You seem to be doing well, many years later. So many people are following you. You have my congratulations. And now youâre moving in? I have to say, youâve got good taste. Iâve lived here my entire life and I can say itâs very homely. Though I canât help but notice that youâre redecorating. While I am a little sentimental about it, I suppose it is inevitable. Time flows and the seasons change, and with them so do we. Only, I merely ask of you that you leave this chamber intact. It is, as you can see, my place of restâ.

âvirdoc id stokin ter mats, kilyfi itsâ, thedude hardly paid attention.

âI do believe, sir, as Iâve already said that there would be more value to learning what it is than destroying it instantlyâ.

âah dun ker dew eetâ.

âJust give me a few moments at leastâ.

âaz lung us mi haz meh pul oon teimâ.

âFineâ¦ Ahem, Pyr, you said your name wasâ¦ You live in the Sorcererâs residence and previously you talked as if you knew him. Is that true?â

âOf course I know him, he made meâ.

âAs I suspected. If he created your enchantment then, what is it exactly that that enchantment is?â

âOh, that is simple. I am in charge of locating and evaluating new and foreign technological achievementsâ.

âYou what? What for? What do you do with that information?â

âI donât do anything personally. I merely send it to my partnerâ.

âYour partner?â

âTheyâre in charge of disrupting any instances of such technologyâ.

âThe curse!â

âwot! diz ish teh crus! kild it, klid id nah!â

âWait just a moment your majesty! If we can control this artefact, we can control the curse! We could turn it against our enemies, but not ourselvesâ.

âmrghrhrhgmrghlâ¦ fahn, dat doz sand gudâ, thedude conceded in an uncharacteristic moment of clarity.

âPyr, can you tell us where your counterpart lies?â

âNot really. If the other enchantment even exists in a single place, I donât know itâ.

âIf we told you to stop your job, would you?â

âIf I told you to die, would you?â

âWell, thatâs unfortunate. If thatâs the case, then all weâve got left is altering what you do. Can you do that yourself?â

âI have no such authority to change my essence or purposeâ.

âWhat if we try to change you?â

âOnly my creator has the ability to do thatâ.

âThen, one final question. Do you resent us for killing your creator?â

âWhy would I? I am merely an inanimate object after allâ.

âsah wi klisifeh et naw?â

âIâm sure youâll find it wonât be that simple to destroy me. This here might be my head, but my body has roots in the whole land of Morciaâ.

ânnnnnnghhhhhrrr, yus anah mu! jost goot red uv its en mak mah polsâ.

âThatâs the problem, Your Majestyâ, the foreman continued. âWeâve tried, but we have been unable to remove the boxâ.

âfrumen, du ye won si hwat ti voclun lokz lahk form teh insids?â

âNo, sirâ.

âdehn funashd dis ba tumorau!â

The foreman hesitated, but then continued, âYesâ¦ sirâ, fully knowing that he had in all likelihood just ensured his doom. The very next day evenâ¦

 

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The next day, thedude had to leave on emergency business. The foreman heaved a sigh of relief and proceeded to push the problem aside on his mind, setting a watch to keep guard of the box and its room then pushing the responsibility of solving this onto someone else.

The foremanâs subordinate proceeded to panic, not knowing how to handle this, counting the days he had till thedude came back. But the guards were pretty chill about it. In factâ¦

âIâm boredâ, complained the Rogue named Josh.

âWell, what are you going to do about it? We have a dutyâ, his comrade Gil replied.

âAt least Iâd hoped that weâd get to see the lava when I came to work here. Working in a volcano isnât as fun as youâd thinkâ, the third man Rover said.

âGuarding a construction siteâ¦ And then ending up guarding an empty room with a box? Could we get anything more unexciting?â

âAh no, donât say that!â Gil objected. âIâve got this cousin, Will, who got assigned to some secret classified project. Theyâre guarding a Rad Washing Machine, I thinkâ¦ It could always get worseâ.

âWhyâs a washing machine a secret project?â Josh wondered, but got no answer.

âI donât know. It ''is ''a ''rad'' washing machine. Is our box rad?â Rover reasoned.

âIt does make flamesâ, Gil pointed out.

âYeeeah. Flames are pretty read. They beat water anywayâ.

âIâm still bored thoughâ.

âHeeeey! What are you guys talking about there?â a voice came from within the room they were guarding.

âJust keep watching the box and make sure it doesnât do anything, Zedâ.

âOkaaayâ.

âSo, how long till lunch break?â Rover asked with a longing expression.

âWhy donât you get a watch if youâre so interested in that?â Gil replied with the frustration of having to answer the same question every day.

âDonât our suits have a watch somewhere?â Josh said as he looked over his suit.

âI think itâs supposed to be digital, you wonât find it anywhere like thatâ.

âFiguring it out is too much troubleâ.

âItâs one more hour till lunch time!â Zedâs voice yelled.

âThanks Zed, no one askedâ, Rover retorted back. âOne hour is too long. Iâm hungry alreadyâ.

âI shouldnât, but I continue to be surprised by the endless bounds of your stomachâ.

âHey someoneâs coming, shape up!â

The three Rogues suddenly stood up and stiff, trying to make themselves look busy in the business of just standing there and watching âwith mixed results. Their eyes followed as a few people approached down the hallway and they relaxed somewhat when they realised it was merely some of the construction workers.

âHalt! Who goes there?â Josh enquired in a sharp loud voice.

âJust Barley from the construction departmentâ, one of them said. âAnd my colleagues. Weâre here to dispose of garbage thatâs accumulated from digging and building into the mountainâ.

âWhat, why would you do that here?â Josh sounded significantly less impressive.

âWeâve heard thereâs a fire here thatâs really good at burningâ, Barley explained.

âThat sounds very much against the rulesâ, Gil did not seem amused.

âAnd also very fun! Letâs do itâ, Rover did not share that sentiment.

âYEEEEH!â everyone cheered, excited over the chance to throw things into a fire; even Gil was quickly overtaken by the mood and joined in the cheering as everyone entered the room.

The floating fire cube and Zed standing watch over it were the only occupants.

âOh hey whatâs up guys?â Zed was unaware still; his colleagues wondered how he could catch precisely what youâd spoken quietly sometimes, but then miss a crowd of people yelling loudly.

âStand aside, Zed, weâre about to do thisâ¦ for science!â Josh declared with vigour. âBring something to burnâ.

Although it stands to reason that a construction site located within a mountain would produce a majority of soil, stone-based and other inflammable disposables, what the construction workers were holding consisted of mostly just paper, wood and generally materials easy to light up, as if theyâd been carefully selected for this purpose. No one, however, objected to this detail as Barley presented a pack of papers to begin with.

âSeeing as weâre the guards of this box thing, Iâm afraid only we have the authority of interacting with it, so weâll have to do this ourselvesâ, Josh claimed, wanting to burn stuff himself.

Barley appeared a little hesitant about that, but then handed Josh the burning material. Pyrâs flames flickered and seemed to grow dimmer in the presence of so many people around them, but they still were large enough to do the job. Josh raised the papers high over his head for everyone to see and then with one swift motion he threw them onto the flaming box under the cheers and applause of everyone watching.

The flames exploded upwards as they consumed the paper faster than any normal fire and created an impressive display of blaze, spark and smoke. Those paying close attention noticed that no ashes came out and upon commenting that to the others caused further hype about the whole business.

âItâs a perfect disposer!â someone cried.

Quickly and without much organisation, they began bringing more and more things to burn: paper, wood, rope, ripped clothes, even rubber and plastic. After all three guards (and Zed, after even the other three had to admit they couldnât stop him any longer), they soon forgot about the rule theyâd made up and let even the others throw stuff in. The flames grew to dangerous sizes, only to shrink back to a mane around the box and then blow up again repeating the process in a matter of seconds. No one seemed to considered how Pyr felt about it himself, but he did not object in any apparent way, so they certainly remained undeterred.

They kept at it for a while until they were all but out of anything to burn, upon which time they started to remember they actually had jobs to be at and would probably be fired if they did not show up to do them and almost instantly all the workers broke apart and disappeared.

Despite that, though, the initial excitement carried over to the rest of the day and the following one, too, with people coming over to dump any trash they made through the day: a paper bag, a note hastily scribbled not needed any more, a bandage, a gum wrapper, food gone bad, anything. The guards fully accepted it as it spruced up their otherwise pretty boring day and because it definitely made their post better than a rad washing machine.

However, a time would come soon that would threaten their ability to have fun like that any more. And it would be in the form of one of the demolition crewâs supervisors appearing before the four guards.

âHalt! Who goes there?â Josh asked threateningly.

âItâs just Darley of the demolition crew. Iâm here with ordersâ, the woman replied.

âOrders?â

âWeâll be coming along to open up space here with explosives. We need to make sure everyone is informedâ.

âExplosives? Then, what about the magic box? We canât move thatâ, Gil was surprised.

Darley shrugged, âBoss says weâre to do this anyway to build the pool and let any cubes be damned. Well, Iâve got to be on my way, too. Is that clear? Just make sure no one lingers in the area and wait for us to come do the jobâ.

âUnderstoodâ, Gil confirmed and Darley walked away.

âOh man! Weâre not gonna get to pass time by throwing things into the fire any moreâ, Josh complained.

âNo, donât you get it! This means weâll no longer need to guard this place. We might get a better job!â Rover spoke excitedly.

âOr worseâ, Gil was not convinced.

âHey, do you think we can get away with not telling Zed whatâs going on?â Josh wondered aloud.

âDid someone say my name?â Zed yelled from the room.

âNo Zed, youâre just hearing thingsâ¦ Gosh, whatâs with that manâs hearing?â

âHey guys!â Thomas, one of the construction workers that had been in Barleyâs group had approached.

âOh hi Tomâ, Rover greeted him. âLooks like we canât continue the burning shenanigansâ.

âOh?â Thomas raised his eyebrows.

âYeah, we were just informed that theyâre bringing down the room today. Weâre supposed to keep everyone awayâ.

âOh, thatâs a bummer. Guess it had to end at some point. Shall we do a last one then? Might as well use the opportunity as long as we have itâ.

âYou know, Tomâ¦â Josh began solemnly. âYouâre speaking my language exactly! For last timeâs sake!â

âYeaaaah!â the rest cheered.

All together, they merrily walked in and stood before the box and Zed again.

âFor last timeâs sake!â Josh repeated and the others imitated him.

Thomas walked forward and dumped the contents of a bag he was holding into the fire. Just as always the flames exploded with sparks and smoke. The guards cried high-pitched cries as it never stopped being amazing. Thomas, though, looked grimly up at the flames. This was the last time after all.

Soon, the flames shrunk to their normal size again, though, and the fun was over. Truly, for the last time.

âWell, I suppose this is itâ, Tom said. âHope you gentlemen get transferred some place nice. Iâll be going now, thereâs still work to doâ.

âSee ya later, Tomâ.

âGood luck!â

âLetâs meet at lunch break or something somedayâ.

And with that Thomas left, too. And their company went quite for a while after that, having nothing to do other than thinking itâd be nice to see the explosions from up close. But then things were going to change once again with another unexpected appearance.

âHalt!â Josh yelled as usual. âWho goes the- oh my god thedude!â

âdatâs yor majisti far uâ, thedude spat angrily.

âIâm sorry, Your Majesty, I sincerely apologise, please donât throw me to lava sharks!â Josh proceeded to drop to his knees, kneeling before the ruler of the land.

âFein, fein, jast listan. mi donts won teh pul enemur, cansil teh ixpurozian ent sind teh boom-booms to suxion for-bâ.

âWeâll do exactly that, sir, eeeh, Your Majesty, donât you worry, we wonât disappoint youâ.

âgudâ.

The guards watched terrified as the most powerful man(-child) of the land walked away.

âSo, should we send someone to inform Darley?â Gil asked.

âNaaah. We can tell them when they comeâ, Rover answered, proving that frightful as they were, they still were even lazier.

âBy the wayâ, Josh spoke. âWhen did thedude get a mustache?

 

âItâs time boys, weâll be carrying the explosives here right about now. You should get ready, tooâ.

âNo, no you canât do thatâ, Gil warned Darley, who had just arrived along with some of her workers, bringing their load.

âAnd why the heck not?â

âPlans have changed. We wonât be doing the pool any more. You need to get the explosives to section 4-B insteadâ.

âIâve not been informed of thatâ.

âDo you mean to question thedude?!â

âthedude?â

âYes, he himself ordered thatâ.

âOh myâ¦ I wasnât aware he was back already. But if thedude said so, we canât do otherwise. But damn, why is it that we learnt this so late? Weâre already in the process of the old plan and now we need to cancelâ.

âYes, I wonder why you were not notified earlierâ, Rover whistled innocently.

âI can send the people here to the right place, but can you three redirect anyone else who comes after them, too? I canât stayâ.

âSure, weâll do thatâ, Gil offered eagerly, mostly because it did not require any particular work on their side.

 

âWhat are you saying, weâve got the wrong place?â a confused demolition crew member asked as he put down his heavy load of explosives.

âYeah, thereâs orders from thedude and Darley to change the location of delivery. And no explosions todayâ, Gil explained.

âGrrrrâ, he growled. âThey make us come all the way here and then tell us we shoulda been in a whole other place from the start. Do you know how heavy this is? Well, I ainât carrying it all by myself againâ.

âThen, who will?â Gil questioned, but then cowered before the scowl the man gave him.

âWait, waitâ, Rover intervened. âWe can just have Zed help him. Then, we can get rid of him for a whileâ.

âHey, thatâs an actually good ideaâ, Josh was impressed.

âHmmâ¦ I suppose Zed rarely ever does any legitimate work, so it would be fair to balance things out a little that wayâ, Gil agreed. âAll right, letâs do that. Hey Zed! Weâve got a job for you!â

Zed quickly peeked his head behind the doorway, âDid you call me?â

âYes, help that man and carry half his load with himâ, Rover answered.

âIs that really, okay? Iâm supposed to be guarding the box, right?â

âItâll be fine, weâll guard the box, thatâs why thereâs four of us. So, one can leave from time to timeâ, Josh imparted his inaccurate knowledge.

âOh, that makes sense. Guess Iâll go then. Gimme what you got, misterâ.

 

The sudden appearance of thedude with no warning had everyone in the under-construction fortress in panic. They were going about like ants spreading the news like wildfire and rushing to do one job or the other that they felt they might get in trouble for if it was left unfinished. At the same time, everyone was discussing with great interest this new rumour that thedude has gotten a moustache and a goatee during his absence and wondering how that might have come to be.

On his side, upon arriving, thedude found himself in his very own predicament. Mikhaila who had accompanied him in his return had given him a stack of documents and told him to look over and sign them before she returned for them. thedude looked at them, spread all over his desk in his temporary office. He stared. Then, stared some more. He mixed the papers once again in an attempt to make it look like heâd worked more than he actually had. Then, he started againâ¦ He really didnât want to do this.

thedude was annoyed. Why did he have to do this? He was pissed. That stupid Mikhaila. Who did she think she was, ordering him about? She was too insolent for an underling. He should have her killedâ¦

thedude looked over one of the documentâs first lines. He read a word, then two, a sentence. Then, he was bored. This was too much. Why should he do this? Since when was Mikhaila an expert, he should just ignore her.

But then again, the last time he didnât do his homework had resulted in an insurgence in the Icy Waste. The other eighteen times he could remember had also not gone well. Maybe, even he, the great King of the world could resign himself to at least sign wherever without reading.

He reached into a drawer in his deskâ¦ but then he did not find the pen he was looking for. That was unacceptable. He couldnât work if it wasnât with his favourite pen of course. He looked in the other drawers as well. It was nowhere to be found. Infuriating. Where had it gone? Who dared move it?

Is it here? Is it there? thedude looked all over the room. He had to find the pen before he did anything. But it did not turn up anywhere.

âsurvents!â he called.

One man walked in and then another after him.

âWhat is it that you desire, Your Majesty?â the first one asked politely.

âwot yi der wut meh pon?â thedude asked angrily.

âNothing, Your Majestyâ.

âdin funds ets!â

âYes, Your Majestyâ, the man immediately started thoroughly searching the office.

ând wet uv u?â he asked the other annoyed at the servantâs presence when he didnât tell him to be there.

âHere, Your Majestyâ, the servant handed thedude a milk shake.

âwat iz dush?â

âItâs the milk shake you asked for, Your Majestyâ.

âuHâ, thedude didnât recall that, but he accepted the drink anyway, because it seemed good. Then, he turned back to the first servant. âyo fent id yut?â

âNo, Your Majesty. Not your special penâ.

âyuclas!â thedude was not pleased. âfeni, als dured mahsfliâ.

thedude walked out of the room to look in the area outside of it. If it wasnât in his office, then it must be somewhere close.

âhei grudez, halps mis!â he ordered a couple of Paradox Renegades standing nearby.

Together they scanned the area in a fast and efficient manner, with the guards doing the work and thedude supervising. However, despite the shining example of his great leadership, they couldnât find the pen anywhere and they had to go farther and farther from the office. Eventually, they reached a more crowded place where a few workers were coming and going.

âiu phizondsâ, thedude was disgusted at the sight of those beneath him.

âOh, Your Majesty, you canât go in there!â one of them warned, as thedude tried to go into the nearby storage room.

âin weh zah hokk nut?â he asked pointedly.

âThe room is filled with explosives, itâs not safe for unauthorised people to walk inâ.

âims der knug, ar olues oserizd!â

âYes, Your Majesty, but still itâs not sa-â

âgit ata mis wuehz!â thedude pushed the worker out his way and walked in.

A good amount of explosives along with other tools had been stashed inside. Annoying. They were obstructing his search.

âweyh yers pooch diz hriar?â he stared menacingly at one of the people whoâd just put down his load.

âOh, your Majesty! Itâs because Gil and the others told me toâ.

âhur?â

âI can take you to themâ.

 

âyuz ur ter gLi?â thedude asked.

âEeeeh. I am Josh, your Majesty. And this is Gil and thatâs Roverâ¦ Do you want something from us?â

âais duntr kehrs! y yoz sentoz ter ekspariazin ta dez roms?â thedude got dangerously close to Josh.

âAaaah. It wasnât me!â

âWe just sent Zed there, because one of the demolition crewmembers askedâ, Gil said in a fast-paced terrified manner.

âhwer?â

âOh, thatâs Bill of the demolition crewâ, Zed explained. âI can take you to himâ.

 

âiz yors ti bilz?â thedude was flustered from all the walking.

âYes, you need something, sir?â

âhwe yo urdah tir ekasaraparuz tuz hiez!â

âEka-what? You mean the explosives. I was told to do so by them guards at the box roomâ.

âter hwot?â

âOh, I can take you to that roomâ .

 

âyuz agens!â thedude did not look happy to be at the same place once more.

âYour Majesty, we are honoured to beâ¦ honoured by your presence again so soonâ, Gil attempted to appease the angry-looking ruler.

âshoddep! whe yunz til der blus to tok di ikusuproparakxs derrr?â

âThe ikusuproparakxs, ha? Darley of the demolition crew instructed us to tell her workers to do soâ.

âhuz?â

âOh, Iâm sure our boss will know where she is. Sheâs under his orders after allâ, Rover suggested.

âbuss?â

âI can take you to himâ.

 

âutebos?â

âWell, Iâm some peopleâs bo- boss, yesâ¦ What do you re- require of me, Your- your Majesty?â the fidgety man was intimidated by thedude.

âgimmi tehs dorlah!â

âDarley? Is- is that who you want? I, Iâll fetch her at once, just a mo- moment!â

 

âYou called for me, Your Majesty?â Darley was if scared at all, able to hide it beneath the mask that was her face.

âwhah-ye-tulds-ti-wukraz-tsu-gid-der-akuxakazaporpapazionis-tur-det-plesh?â

Darley seemed to process the question for a few moments, but before thedude could get too angry about it, she spoke up, âBy that place, do you perhaps mean Section 4-B? I was told I needed to do so, by the guards stationed in the room that was to become a poolâ.

âssdadfhyjtyjtyjhdfrfeserytytgn!â

 

âyersfrekrianyuswaslzsuldiahzwaterzyostrentorduzhwytdedjuduzoltatyotreldterdorlallrxtuzsintsdirexkaraasppaprppapaksskakaiannzaansisturder?!â thedude was barely comprehensible in any way at that point.

âAhâ¦ what?â Josh wasnât really sure what the question had been.

âI believe heâs asking why we told Darley to send the explosives to 4-Bâ, Rover explained who had witnessed the previous exchange.

âThen, why didnât you tell him?â

âHe didnât ask meâ.

âThatâs no-â.

âshadderup!sodrop!yeziduch!dgoztunsah!â

âYour Majesty, I am not sure why you are asking thatâ, Gil replied. âIt was in fact you who told us toâ.

âwert?â

âYou came earlier today and said the pool was cancelledâ.

âwatrs?!â

âDo youâ¦ not remember?â

âguuurrrrgrrhrrgrrrgrhgrrGRRGGGRHH!!!! MIXULA!â

âYou want us to call the Commander, Your Majesty? Weâll do that at once. Zed, go fetch her!â Gil offered.

âIâm going, Iâm goingâ.

âHey, Josh!â Rover whispered. âDo something to appease him or else he might kill usâ.

âRightâ, Josh whispered back and then spoke up. âHem hem. I must say, though, Your Majesty. After all, you really are better off without a moustache. Donât get me wrong. It was most certainly a very fine moustache, the finest in the land. But at the end of the day, yours really is not the face for a moustache, so now you look even better without itâ.

thedude stared at him blankly for a few moments. Then, âhwaterecc?â

 

When Mikhaila finally found her master after he summoned her, he had been cooped up back into his office, too angry to look at anyone at that point. She bowed before him and asked what he had called her for. thedude, however, had a spiteful gleam in his eyes.

âwat iz dish yer worin?â he asked.

Mikhaila, as it was, had chosen to dress for comfort in that occasion rather than utility. Blue overalls and a white shirt made up the most of the outfit.

âThere is no threat of a battle situation at the moment, your Majesty, so Iâve temporarily discarded my combat suitâ, she explained.

âiz yih moaken mehz wit duz kulahts?â 

âIt is but the standard uniform for all Thunderclap personnel, sirâ.

âyur derfuntli mecinz mahs! yo buret!â he ignored her and with one swift move, he picked up his sword and swung at her.

It was not deep enough to cause a serious wound, but certainly enough to hurt badly. Many might call thedude talentless, but thereâs one thing he definitely knows well and thatâs how to cause pain to people. Two more slashes and there were now three red lines across his underlingâs back. Mikhaila did not react. She merely looked in front of her stone-faced, letting thedude do as he wished. He hacked a few more times until his built-up stress was released until he was even able to laugh. At last, he stopped and after enjoying the mess he had made of the clothes and the body they previously hid beneath them, he looked at Mikhaila strictly and spoke again.

âmai wukraz r akten kersah en nut doen teyr dgab roit. dei mek ed olz hred ahn dan lissan. ser fanj meh loke pins fuhr aiâ, he said in a slow manner, as if trying to make a child understand him in a patronising way. âuvahstods?â

âYesâ, Mikhaila hissed, for there was little more she could do in her current state.

âgud. ferkx tinghzâ, thedude finished and walked out to do who knows what.

âYou idiotâ, Mikhaila spat finally allowing herself to grimace. âThereâs so much more to do than find your stupid penâ.

 

ââ¦ How did you three end up here?â Commander Mikhaila, once again her intimidating self not showing any weakness inside her armour asked.

The three Rogues, currently stripped of their suits, looked at her from behind the bars of their cell in the Thunderclap dungeon, one of the parts of the fortress that was already well under way âin fact Mikhaila had already contributed to the entry of some of its residents.

âKing thedude put us in here, because he got angry at usâ, the one who was named Gil according to her information explained.

âIâve already surmised part of the situation from asking one of your colleagues, a soldier named Zed, but I still do have some questions for you. If you prove yourself useful, I might consider getting you out of hereâ.

âWhat are the questions?â Josh asked.

âAccording to the other soldier, you were instructed to cancel the plans about the pool construction by thedude himself. How did thedude look when he did so?â

âMmm. Well, as normal I supposeâ, Rover considered.

âBut he did still have his moustache then. And a goateeâ, Josh added.

âAnd he told you to move the explosives that were to be used for bringing down the room you were guarding to another place, where was that?â

âSection 4-Bâ.

âWhen did that take place?â

âAround three, I supposeâ.

âDid anything out of the ordinary happen before thedude appeared before you?â

âMmm, let me thinkâ¦ Well, Darley of the demolition crew did come to announce she was going to bring down the room a little earlierâ.

âAnything else?â

âOh! We also had our last burning around that timeâ.

âYour lastâ¦ burning?â

 

Mikhaila stared at the little metal floating cube. She was not really equipped to understand what its engravings signified, but it was elementary to see that a floating, flaming cube was something to take note of.

âYou are the one known as Pyr?â

âOh lord. Itâs the first time someoneâs speaking to me in days. I was harshly reprimanded the last few times that I attempted to strike a conversation of my own accord, so I ended up staying silent all this whileâ.

âCan you confirm that in the past few days several workers of this construction site have been coming to you in order to burn objects theyâd gathered into you?â

âCanât say that it didnât happenâ.

âI seeâ.

Mikhaila considered for a moment. She examined the sentient artefact. Then, she examined the room. Her eyes stayed a moment at the burn marks that had been made on the ceiling over where Pyr was floating.

In a swift move, Mikhaila pulled out a piece of paper of her own and threw it into Pyrâs flame. The usual reaction occurred and the flames exploded upwards. But Mikhailaâs eyes were not on Pyr or his flames, but rather on the ceiling. It was only for the briefest of moments and then the flames seemed to abruptly stop unlike the descriptions that sheâd gotten; but in that instant she saw it. Shapes that had been seared into existence in some kind of pattern. Maybe they were letters. But Mikhaila didnât get to see them long enough to tell with certainty. Even so, she had seen enough.

âThank you very much, Pyrâ, she said with satisfaction and noted, too, that the ever-so-eloquent cube was now remaining silent.

Walking out of the room, she came upon some of the soldiers sheâd sent on a task.

âReport?â she asked.

âWe questioned people around the fortress about things out of the ordinary. Some reported strange flashes of light occurring in various places throughout the day. Others mentioned they thought thedude was seen moving about more frequently than usual today. Sometimes he had a moustache, sometimes he did notâ.

âAs I thought. It seems we have a situation at hand. Thereâs an impostor on the looseâ.

 

âen mek sur to brek a hol dere! mi wont a tannel!â thedude ordered in his usual angry tone, then proceeded to walk away.

âthedude sure does like to get involved in the micro scale, doesnât he?â one of the workers said.

âYeah true, but was that always how thedude looked? He seemed a bit off to me todayâ, replied her friend.

âI dunno. I was too distracted by the moustache that I didnât really notice the rest of the face. He did wear the thedude clothes, didnât he?â

âI supposeâ.

thedude, leaving the workers behind walked in a nearby empty room alone. There, he waited for a few moments, but then something happened. A light flashed and a flame appeared through the ceiling. It danced through the air and shaped into elaborate shapes. In no time, the flames had taken the form of letters, spelling âMikhaila is onto us. Proceed with cautionâ.

thedude looked at the letters with a grim expression as they faded and disappeared, twisting the hairs of his moustache in the process. He then took out a piece of paper from a pocket in his overalls and examined it intently. It was a schematic of the fortress. He studied it for a while.

âWill we be able to make it work on such short notice?â he asked himself. âNoâ¦ We have to. Lady Calibus. I will finish what you startedâ.

 

âEveryone listen upâ, Mikhaila called. âThere is a faux thedude operating within Thunderclap. There are also more traitors working with him. I need you to spread the word. No one is to obey order from the faux thedude. He has been identified to bear a moustache and a goatee of black hair. Do not mind if the people you inform of this are traitors. Their apprehension is of secondary importance right now and their learning that weâre onto them will not hinder this part of the operation to crush them. If, however, you see any suspicious reactions, feel free to arrest them for later questioning. However, what is most important right now is to make sure that the faux thedude can no longer continue his impersonationâ.

At that moment, the real thedude walked in, looking flustered, âderz e fawkes thedude?â he asked. âkilsfi hrem imdtleh!â

âYes! We will find thedude fawkes as fast as possible. His treachery will not stand!â someone in the crowd of gathered Rogues cried.

âAfter thedude fawkes!â some more people joined in and quickly the soldiers dispersed, as they split up in groups to search for thedude fawkes and inform people about him.

At the same time, Mikhaila made sure to have a special guard escort thedude outside of the building, for his safety.

One specific group of the Rogues that had attended that meeting, though, wondered about a little aimlessly, not entirely sure where they should go.

âSo, what do we do now?â Josh asked.

âWe look for thedude fawkes, donât we?â Gil replied.

âBut I donât really know my way around this place that well. We could get lost. Then, maybe weâd fall victim to the traitors hiding in the shadowsâ.

âMaybe then, we should only search in the places we frequent. Letâs start with the box roomâ, Rover suggested.

The three of them headed there and as they made their way through the rough unfinished hallways, they eventually came upon someone else.

âZed?â

âGuys?â

âWhat are you doing here?â

âWell, since Mikhaila took over, Iâve not been sure what to do exactly, so Iâve been wandering around the areaâ.

âNever mind that, help us find thedude fawkes!â

âThe Dude Fawkes? Oh no! Waitâ¦ Whatâs a Dude Fawkes?â

âItâs a really scary man plotting our doom. He looks like thedude, but has a moustacheâ.

âAnd a goatee, too!â

âOh my, sounds scaryâ¦ Maybe, we should ask the friend I just madeâ.

âFriend?â

âCome, Iâll introduce youâ.

Zed led the other three Renegades into another corridor crossing the one they were on where a man was tiptoeing away as fast as he could manage.

âHey Guido, come say hi!â Zed called.

The man named Guido turned around and he did not look entirely happy. However, he still managed to hide that quickly beneath a hearty smile âa moustache-covered smile.

âYes, Zed, what is it?â

âCome meet my friends. This is Josh and Gil and Rover. And of course this is Guidoâ.

âVery well metâ, Guido waved his hand as they approached. âHowever, I am afraid I am very busy and should keep goingâ.

âWait a momentâ, Josh stopped him. âHave we met before?â

âI donât think so. Iâm sure I would remember. You look like memorable people, but I donât recall meeting you ever before. So maybe it was someone else looking like me. But someone elseâ.

âNo no, Josh is right. That moustache does look familiarâ, Rover continued.

âNow that you mention itâ, Gil agreed. âWho had such a moustache though?â

âWas it Dude Fawkes?â Zed asked.

âNo no, Dude Fawkes looked like thedude. This man looks entirely different. He doesnât even have the clothesâ.

âAh youâre rightâ.

âOhâ¦ Perhaps, it was my cousinâ¦ Luido. He, too, has a moustache like mine. He works in this place as well, so you might have seen him because of thatâ, Guido spoke quickly.

âAh, you must be right. We see so many faces around these places. Well, I guess thatâs it. We shouldnât keep youâ, Josh was convinced.

âWait! Arenât we forgetting something?â Gil noted.

âRight!â Rove exclaimed. âHey, Guido, will you help us find Dude Fawkes?â

âDude Fawkes?â Guido asked, agitated over being stopped once again.

âYeah, heâs a wicked guy that looks like thedude, but also has a moustache and a goatee. We need to find him before he does anything badâ.

âOh. Uhâ¦ I see. Moustache, you say? Oh, I know. I think I saw a person like that just a little while ago. Perhaps, we can still find himâ.

âReally? Then, show us at once!â Gil was excited at the sudden prospect for a promotion.

âFollow meâ.

The four Rogues followed Guido, who was relieved to be finally moving again. He still did seem to give troubled looks to his companions from time to time, but they did not appear to mind him. Soon, they started to walk in very familiar territory.

âHey, thatâs leading to the box roomâ, Rover pointed out. âDo you really think Dude Fawkes would be there? Itâs a pretty bad place to hideâ.

âHe might not be, but we might still find clues about himâ, Guido smiled nervously.

Finally, they came at the door theyâd come to memorise better than the look of their own palms in the last few days, opened it andâ¦

âItâs just as empty as everâ, Josh said in disappointment. âThereâs nothing hereâ.

But Guido was no longer paying attention, âPYR, ACTIVATE!â he cried.

There was a flash of light.

 

thedude was in a hurry to get as far from what he currently perceived as a den of assassins as he could go on the car theyâd found most quickly available. However, even in such a situation the booming sound of a series of explosions would draw his attention. He turned around to see smoke and flames rising from multiple points in the mountain that was called Scary. Avalanches were already forming and the mount was shaking unsteadily as if it might collapse unto itself any moment now.

âstahp!â he yelled to the driver. âSTAHP!

The driver hit the brakes, but regardless of thedudeâs repeated commands and threats, the car could only decelerate so fast. In fact, so abrupt was the slowing down that the people inside almost flew out of the roofless vehicle.

As soon as theyâd stopped, thedude walked out and stared at the mountain angrily. Whoever had done this would pay for it. His faceâs muscles contorted into a mask of hatred and he screamed loudly making everyone accompanying him fear for their lives. He drew his sword and pointed it forward and upward, cursing his enemies and the traitors who had dared oppose him. Red and blue lightning came out and those who were struck by it felt their bodies go numb. The car, on the other hand, blew up.

A low murmur began soon after and as thedude stared intently at the mountain its trembling stopped, the collapsing was interrupted and for a moment the volcano was held in suspension. Then, its surface was broken apart anew, with materials flying all around. The spots of lava disappeared, pushed back. The broken buildings fixed and multiplied, the trees growing on its side uprooted, the exterior of the mountain smoothed, the interior restructured.

At last, thedudeâs sword could not handle the effort and snapped in two pieces, falling down lifeless. However, the job had already been done. The mountain had not only been restored, but it could hardly have been argued that the fortress was not complete. And although thedude had large plans and his ambitions were greedy, with expansions in mind and the interior could still be reworked further, for all intents and purposes the initial plan was complete, the fortress ready. What his underlings had striven years to achieve, done by thedude in a single day.

But thedude had no mind for that at the time. He looked at his broken sword and screamed curses once again in a tantrum worse than the one before it. At last, once he had yelled his throat sore, presence of mind enough returned to him and he called, âMiiitern!â

A few moments passed before a light appeared in the night sky. The light grew and it had a definite red hue. A few more seconds and the light had become a Red Mythran. The being landed before its master and awakened his commands. thedude, however, did not speak, but merely plunged his hand into the heart of the Mythran. The red being jerked violently and then froze in place as thedude felt around for something within his servantâs essence. Finally, he seemed to find it and his fingers gripped around something. He then pulled and a sword came out. It did not gleam as cruel, as powerful as the original, but it would still do. Until the true Sword was found.

However, just as thedude straightened his body back up after searching around within the Mythran, something fell out of a pocket in his overalls. He looked down at the ground and to his surprise, there it was: his lucky pen.

 

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Following his failed assassination, Dude Fawkes was captured and executed. His rebellion nurtured at the heart of thedudeâs empire was crushed. thedudeâs pool was made as planned, although to this day it is said that in the middle of it a tiled square remains connecting all the way down to the bottom of the pool. And rumours have it the artefact Pyr still lives in there, unable to come out or ever talk to anyone again. As for the four Rogues, Josh, Gil, Rover and Zed, with the old room gone, they were subsequently appointed to an entirely new position: official pool guardsmen.

 

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âThe end!â the bard finished.

âBoo!â

âWhatâs this?â

âLike that would ever happen?â

âIs that even how construction sites work?â

âSo unrealisticâ.

The people who had gathered to listen to the story of how Dude Fawkes Night had been born had been initially interested, but were now jeering, disbelieving the storyteller. Quickly, they dispersed, no longer interested to listen to the bardâs stories or for that matter pay him any coin for his trouble, seeking instead to see the fireworks and the likenesses of Dude Fawkes being burnt. In the end, only one of the listeners remained.

âThat was a good storyâ, he said and he threw a coin into the bardâs laid out hat. âThatâs for the hope it bringsâ.

âHope? Iâm not sure I understand. There are many things that can be said about it and I do so accept your compliments and patronage, sir, but hope is not what I see in this storyâ.

âNo, it is certainly hopefulâ, the man smiled. âFor it tells us that Sharpie still survives. And thatâs as best hope as we may have at this pointâ.

And with that the red-haired and red-bearded man gave a last laugh and then walked away, to be lost in the dark and smoke. . .
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Talk:The Legend Of Iron Crick/@comment-28549248-20201103233908

2020-11-03T23:39:08Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Created page with "I have read this! And I will say this in advance, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be making my usual thorough comment this time. I know it's better, but getting in that anal..."

I have read this! And I will say this in advance, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be making my usual thorough comment this time. I know it's better, but getting in that analytical mindset makes getting in the mood for reading harder and in order to catch up, I think I'll be sacrificing that a bit. Also, it's late currently. If however you wish to ask me more questions about my thoughts, please do. It's what I would do.

I really did like it. As Talmid notes the tale within a tale format can be very nice and it adds an extra flavour to this story. I do find the character of John to be interesting (with all that questioing and his not entirely clear reasons for it, but I do seem to get some sort of form of justice being performed or something) and his story (with its remaining mysteries) to be intriguing. The Druidess has still yet to be explored much, so I'll have to wait and see on her. Also, I do feel there's some chemistry here between Thingguy and Stirling, they work well as friends. Might be because I'm/we're only early in TCTC still, but I don't think I've seen that as much yet.

I have to ask, though, did you say that you finished this story before? Because it doesn't seem to be complete at all. The other part you've mentioned to me is missing and of course the Legend has not been given in full, yet. Maybe you just meant the single part, though.

Stories by the Fire

2020-11-02T17:42:00Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

==Scary Stories on Halloweâenâs Eve==



Three Rogues were seated around a camp fire in a forest clearing, warming their hands from the nightâs cold even though if theyâd understood their suits slightly better, theyâd have known that they had settings that provided thermal insulation and internal heating.

âIâve got to say, though, volunteering to investigate this forest right before Halloweâen was the best idea weâve had in months. Just imagine all the other Rogues that will be waking up in just a few hours to get ready for the Candy Harvest and weâre here just chillingâ, Joe was satisfied.

âI wonder if itâs bad that weâre not really investigating the woods thoughâ, Phil was worried.

âCome on, itâs not like thereâs going to actually be anything hiding here. The mission was so low-priority it hadnât even been assigned to anyone for two weeks. Besides, Ned went out looking for water. That counts as investigating in my bookâ, Roger reassured him.

âYeah man, itâs heaven. We get to go camping and do nothing and just relax. Weâve got our camp fire and our marshmallows and we donât need to get back until the Candy Harvest is over. Itâs perfect!â Joe shared his enthusiasm.

âI supposeâ.

â...â, silence followed for a moment or two.

âItâs pretty cold, thoughâ, Roger finally said.

âAnd weâre out of marshmallowsâ, Joe pointed out, as he stuck the final marshmallow to his wooden stick.

âIâm getting thirsty after all the marshmallowsâ, Phil lamented as he looked over his shoulder for the umpteenth time to see if Ned was coming back. He wasnât.

âMan, this sucks!â Joe declared.

âItâs still four more hours till dawnâ, Roger checked the watch of his HUD. âIt wouldnât be so bad, if we could just sleepâ.

âAs we said, we canât do that. Leaving the camp fire unattended would be far too hazardousâ, Phil reminded him.

âAnd if only one of us stands watch, they may fall asleep, so itâs got to be all of usâ, Joe added.

âI knowâ¦ Itâs just wishful thinking. I wish time would fly fasterâ.

âOh hey, I know what we can do to pass time!â Joe suddenly exclaimed.

âIs it pumpkin seeds? Because weâre out of those, tooâ, Phil interjected.

âNo, not pumpkin seeds. We can tell scary stories!â

âScary stories?â Phil didnât sound that thrilled.

âOh, that seems like fun! You know any good ones, Joe?â

âYeah, I got one. Itâs about ''The Three Monsters of Thunderclap''...â



===The Three Monsters of Thunderclap===



Thereâs a legend in Thunderclap shared from Rogue to Rogue; it says three monsters are living in Thunderclap, in its dungeons deep. Warnings the elders give never in the dark corners to wander, else death by monster you might meet.

The first one, the oldest, they say is a giant badger zombie. Chained in its dark cell, thedudeâs commands it heeds only. Released in secret, every blue moon, to hunt down and find any enemies of thedude. You cannot defeat it, for in this land the title of the strongest it claims; so if itâs after you, running is the only way. Once a free badger, our king the monster cursed; the story warns: lest to a zombie you also are turned.

The second, most savage, is rumoured to be a half-man, half-lizard, half-machine kind of beast.

Thatâs one half too many.

Hey, get out of my story, Phil! Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the man-lizard-machine beast of doom.

Once aimed thedudeâs armies in war to lead, the poor lizard in its training went mad. Now everything in sight it has to kill with fire, a ruthless murderer with a kill count bigger than all of us three. Deep in the mountain now itâs hidden, where its deranged voice no one can reach. But when the kingâs angry, his minions have failed; he throws them to the pit, the monster to feed.

The third and final one, thedudeâs trusted assassin, a man with no head, wearing a carved pumpkin and carrying a sword. A cold light emits through its hollow eyes, but if you ever gaze upon its glow, know this, you soon will be dead. For the Jack-oâ-Lantern donât breath or sleep, it donât drink or eat. It never rests, always chases, youâll never shake it off. Wherever you go, itâll find you, through land, through sea, through forest and bog. One day youâll find youâve been stabbed by its sword.

So, if thereâs any message to be learnt from this story, never anger thedude, never fail his will. Donât rebel against him or your orders neglect. Or even you might find you are hunted by zombie or lizard or a pumpkin-head!




As Joe finished his story and with satisfaction noticed his comradesâ eyes were wide open and Phil was even looking around him for any signs of the Jack-oâ-lantern or the zombie badger, should they be after them because they werenât doing their duty. Joe, thinking he could capitalise on that state of mind, upon concluding his narration jumped up, flailing his arms around and shouting âBOO!â Both his friends jumped up in fear and Phil even screamed. Joe proceeded to laugh at their reactions.

âVery funnyâ, Roger said sarcastically as soon as he regained his composure. âDid you just make all that up to scare us because weâre not taking part in the Candy Harvest?â

âNo, actually the storyâs very true. Rather, the rumours really exist. Donât know if theyâre right thoughâ.

âSpooky. So, youâve got anything to pay Joe back, Phil?â

âHmmâ¦ Scary stories, ha? Weeellâ¦ Y- yeah, I do have one, hereâs how it goes: The Most Apparing Spooky Storyâ.



===The Most Apparing Spooky Story===



It was a night of All Hallowâs Eve Eve âor was it the early morning of All Hallowâs Eveâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods gathering more firewood. The fire was just about to go out and leave only embers behind, so the night was getting cold.

That sounds familiar.

Shut up, Roger!

âItâs getting coldâ, one of the Rogues, who were definitely not us, noted.

âWell no duhâ.

âNedâ, letâs call the fourth comrade by a random name, how about Ned? âwill be back with the firewood shortly and we can have a strong fire againâ .

âTell that to my freezing toesâ.

âMaybe we should go find Ned and help him. We ainât gaining anything out of freezing to death hereâ.

âI guess maybe we shouldnât have sent Ned alone when weâre all coldâ.

âGah! But finding Ned is work and gathering firewood is more work. I hate workâ.

âMe too, man, but what we gonna do?â

âAaaagh! I hate youâ

âFreeze to death, if you likeâ.

And so the three daring Rogues finally got off their butts and did something. Leaving behind the clearing they were in, they walked into uncharted territory, where there were no paths among the trees, looking for their missing friend. However, it was not long before an unforeseen encounter interrupted them.

Out of the darkness, an enormous beast suddenly rose and towered over them. If the Rogues were found and questioned about it later, theyâd probably not be able to agree on what exactly it looked like. One would say it had three lion heads and a whaleâs tail. One would point out how it had eyes all over and a gaping jaw-less mouth full of teeth, while the third would think it had blue-dotted bat-like wings, even though thatâs really stupid ''Joe''. What all three of them could agree on, though, is the thirty-seven abnormally long tentacles that extended out of its main body, three of which instantly seized them, flexibly wrapping around them several times.

âWho goes there, disturbing my sleep?â the monster spoke with a deep rough voice, like that of the earth.

âUuuuh, Joe, Roger and Philâ, random names of course.

âBleghâ, the eldritch horror said. âSimply humans. Iâll just eat you thenâ

âAaaah, no, please donât eat us. Please, spare us. Weâd very much appreciate it if you let us live!â

âAnd why would I do that? Youâre just some puny humans after all. I see no reason to pity my foodâ.

âBecause weâre both intelligent and itâd kind of be immoral to kill us?â

The creature made a sound that could have possibly been interpreted as laughter, âYou? Intelligent? Please! The humans do not at all compare to the true intelligence the Slapalahalapatus possessâ.

âThe Slapohippo-what?â

âSlapalahalapatus!â the aberration roared angrily. âSee! Itâs this kind of ignorance that sets barbarians such as you as just part of the food chain. Speech is no proof of intelligence or any common parrot would make the cut. Humans such as you cover the planets and think youâre the kings of the world even though you understand nothing of it, just because youâre everywhere, Microbes are also everywhere, but they are in control of nothingâ.

âHey, donât blame us for not knowing! If the Slapahupalos are such a big deal, then shouldnât we have heard more about them? Weâve heard stories and some of us even seen of bigger creatures before, but never of anything like youâ.

The ancient beast, so confident in its earlier words, now paused awkwardly. âAaahâ¦ yesâ¦ thatâ¦ Well, I suppose Iâm the only one leftâ.

âHaaaaa? Is that so?â the Rogues vindictively pursued the path laid out before them. âIf the Slapepaporhaloohaooors are supposed to be so superior to us, how come theyâre all but extinct now while the humans are thriving?â

âItâs because we ''are'' superior that itâs come to this. Long ago, long before this land was even inhabited by humans, when the Slapalahalapatus still thrived and ruled over it, we became so wise and advanced that we were able to read the words written in the essence of the universe by the creators of this world. And while we found perfect sense in all we could read and gained great knowledge from it, one fateful day, a strange word was found that no one could understand. Our greatest philosophers debated on it day and night, but we could still not find its meaning. The scandalous phenomenon spread like wildfire and quickly it was known across the whole world. Eventually everyone was drawn in the mystery and there was no Slapalahalapatus that wasnât concerned by the burning question. A school of thought existed among us that suggested finding the meaning of that word would explain the meaning of life. We started losing sleep over it. We wouldnât eat or drink. We wouldnât talk or relate or mate. We wouldnât work or make art or science. We could only think of the question of the quizzical word. One by one, we started all dying and in the end I was the only one left, drifting through eternity aloneâ.

â,,,â

ââ¦ Pfft, ahahahaha! They died because of a word! AHAHAHA!â

âYou think this is funny?!â the Slapalahalapatus yelled. âHow about ''you ''try and answer this universeâs most difficult question?â

âWell, maybe I canât answer it, but I wonât die over it if I donât! Pff fu huâ.

âWhy donât we amend that then? If you find the meaning of the word, I will spare you, I wonât eat you and let you go. Iâm even feeling generous today and will give you three chances. However, if you cannot, you shall all meet a gruesome deathâ.

âSo, you want us to find the meaning of that word?â

âYesâ.

âAnd if we fail, youâll kill usâ.

âYesâ.

âWell that sounds rad, whatâs the word then?â

âThe word isâ¦ ''appar''â.

âAppar?â

âApparâ.

âJust appar?â

âJust apparâ.

âKinda underwhelming after everythingâ.

âItâs still the worldâs most important word, despite what you think of itâ.

âOkay, so we get three chances? That should take some thoughtâ

âDoes it mean monkey?â

âNo, appar does not mean monkey. A hypothesis that it might was suggested by Rahapaparupato on the Forty-seven-thousand-thirty-second year After Appar, but it was definitively disproven six-hundred-twenty-eight years laterâ.

âJoe, donât waste our chances like that. We should take careful consideration before we provide any hypotheses. Do you even know how many chances we have to get it right if we spout word randomly?â

âI dunno. Five?â

âThat is wrong on so many levels I donât even know where to begin withâ.

âAlright then, if you know so much better, why donât you try with our second go?â

âHmmâ¦ Letâs see. I took Zotaxian for a semester in Rogue Academy and if I recall correctly they had a word apperia that meant serenity. Could this possibly be connected to appar, that is appar meaning serenity?â

âThat couldnât be. Appar is a true word of the essence of the universe; it has nothing to do with the false languages used by physical beings You only have one chance leftâ.

âOh Crux!â âGood going there Phil, you nailed thisâ.

âOh cut me the slack, please. If weâre going to die soon, I donât want your whining to be the last thing I hearâ.

âHmm. If we even found the right meaning, though, how would you know? You donât know the right one either, so how can you judge?â the only Rogue who hadnât ventured a guess so far spoke up.

âI have studied the matter thoroughly. In the impossible scenario that you get it right, then it would click and everything would make sense. I would knowâ.

âI seeâ, Roger then whispered to his comrades. âIâve got this. Follow my leadâ.

âSo, youâve studied this so well youâd know instantly if it was right. Thatâs pretty apparingâ.

âWhat did you just say? Why did you say that word?â

âOh, you didnât realise? So, you still havenât figured it out, even though we know already. How apparingâ.

âWhat? No! But you donât know. You canât possibly have figured it out!â

âDude, donât appar me like that. You canât just go in denialâ.

âYouâre lying, youâre just trying to fool me!â

âWaitâ¦ are you telling me you were apparing me earlier on when you said youâd know if I figured it out?â

âPersonally, Iâm pretty apparredâ, Joe interjected, having realised what Roger was doing.

âOf course I can tell. Speak the meaning and Iâll judgeâ.

âHe canât even appar the meaning himself when heâs supposed to be such an apparing creature. I donât know what to thinkâ, Phil also caught on.

âOf courseâ¦ of course I canâ¦ appar it. I know the meaning, too. Itâs not possible you would have realised it before I did. I can use the word, too. Itâsâ¦ itâs very apparing to find out what this word means. Oh my Appar. I just used the word in a sentence. More than onceâ¦ This meansâ¦ This meansâ¦â

âWhat does it mean?â

âI finally understand. Everything is clear now. I have discovered the meaning of appar. What has eluded me and my kind for so long, I now can grasp and I can say: itâs the most apparing meaning. I am so appared to finally find out. I got through the loneliness and madness long ago and came to peace with myself, but my only regret was that I couldnât ever know what appar meant. And now that I know, I can finally rest in appar. I am grateful, three friends. For although you are humans, this apparment would not have been possible without you. You helped me see the appar and as such I will let you live. Farewell, three humans and may we appar againâ.

With its final words said the Slapalahalapatus was covered in a bright white light that filled all of their vision. Then as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished, the Slapalahalapatus going with it, not without leaving its mark, though, of all the surrounding trees burning.

âWell, that actually workedâ¦ Neatâ.

âDo you actually know what appar meant?â

âNo ideaâ.

âHey, weâve got a camp fire now. Appar!â




âThe end!â Phil finished with a satisfied look on his face.

âDude, this isnât a scary story! Itâs called what we were doing two hours agoâ, Joe objected.

âI donât know, it was pretty scary when it happenedâ.

âWell yeah, but not now after itâs over. And definitely not as a story repeated so quickly afterâ.

âItâs pretty weird though. If there was something so dangerous in these woods, one would expect command would have picked up on it and sent someone investigate. It appars me reallyâ, Roger contemplated.

âWell, never mind that. How about a scary story of yours? You do have one, right? After asking for our own?â

âNaturally, my dear friend Joe. And my story is called ''The Most Haunted House of the Century''â.



===The Most Haunted House of the Century===



It was a night of Halloween Eve âor I guess you might call it early Halloweenâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods searching for water. They were out of food and water and as the night advanced, their thirst grew more and more.

Iâm getting a feeling of deja vu.

Just listen to the story and youâll see.

The three soldiers were getting desperate to drink something and they wondered if it was right to have sent their other comrade to find water alone, even though theyâd just made him gather firewood only to make a new camp fire by themselves. But they all hated work, so worth it. Especially seeing as Ned came back then and for once wasnât useless.

âHey guys, you wonât believe what I found!â the Rogue spoke excitedly as he appeared from the trees.

âIs it water?â

âNo, itâs even better!â

Oops, spoke too soon.

âIf itâs not water, Iâm not interestedâ, Joe looked angry.

âBut guys, you must see this. Thereâs a house in the middle of the forest!â

âIs a house built in a forest so weird?â Phil asked.

âIf it was built in it, no. But this one seems to have crashed a few trees under it, like it appeared on top of them out of nowhereâ.

âThatâsâ¦ apparingâ.

âApparing?â

âSounds worth checking out. Since weâre here anyway, we probably should do as much as to report thisâ.

âIsnât this anyone elseâs job?â Joe complained.

âNo actually this is exactly what we signed up forâ.

âI donât remember thatâ, Roger responded. âBut a magical house sounds fun, letâs do thisâ.

Roger said that, however, not knowing about the old legend of the haunted wandering house. The story goes that there once was a scary strong wizard that one did not want to see cross. When he got mad, he would summon storms or put forests on fire, or worst of all turn you into a wooden squirrel. Living in his magical house that wandered the land on its own,he terrorised it for many years, but eventually even he was slain by a chivalrous hero. However, his house that leaped from place to place still waited for him to return, not knowing that he never would. Embodying the spirit of waiting, it attracted the ghosts of many dead housewives who in their life had to deal with their husbands always away from home. Their merging with the dark and mysterious magics cast into the house from the wizard itself, the haunted wandering house was born: always appearing in dark places across the land, presenting itself to the unassuming, it opens its doors and accepts the weary passersby into its deceptively warm interior. But when it tests its guests and finds them not to be the one itâs looking for, it always with no exception kills them and no one hears of them again. Itâs said that most of all it likes to appear before sailors, travellers and adventurers to satisfy the vengeful spirits haunting it.

That very house is what the four Rogues came upon that night, led by Ned. As described, it lay on top of a couple of trees, crashed by its weight. Coloured black and grey, it was surrounded by an eerie green aura. The Rogues gazed at it in awe and fear, unsure how to proceed.

âSo, what do we do now?â

âI guess we go in?â

âDo we have to?â

âWe canât just come all the way here and not check insideâ.

âFiiineâ.

And so the four Rogues enteredâ¦ And they never came out again. They were never seen again. And no one knows what happened to them.




â...â

âIs that it?â

âYou want more?â

âNo, itâs just itâs kind of stupidâ.

âWhat, you didnât like it?â

âDonât get me wrong, it definitely had that spooky potential, but it lacked in execution. The ending especially needed more workâ.

âEveryoneâs a critic, these days. Letâs see if you still have that attitude if you meet the wandering houseâ.

âAs if that kind of thing existsâ.

âHey guys, Iâm back!â

In the thick of their conversation as they were, the three Rogues hadnât noticed Ned approaching them. In their scary-story-affected mood, everyone jumped up from the surprise appearance.

âCrux, Ned, you scared the brick out of me! Donât creep on us like that!â

âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâ.

âWell, never mind that, whereâs the water?â Joe eyed his friend thirstily.

âI didnât find any, but Iâve got the next best thingâ.

âWaiiitâ¦ What is it?â Phil asked.

âItâs a house! Imagine that, a house in a forest!â âA house?â Philâs voice rose a few octaves, but he wasnât the only one who looked shocked.

âShow usâ, Roger instructed.

âWow, I didnât expect you guys to be so interested. I thought youâd say mean things againâ.

âJust take us thereâ, Joeâs voice was a little shaky.

As asked, Ned led them to his findings. And truly they found a house resting upon some fallen trees. It was made of wood and stone and its walls were crooked. There was a chimney on the roof, but no smoke came out of it, only the eerie mist that surrounded the entire building. The Rogues stared at in fear for a while, wondering if it really was what they thought it was. Then, the final drop came when all of a sudden, the houseâs door opened all on its own. This was all the three friends needed and they all together started running away, screaming in fear lest the house eat them. For everybody knows that when encountered with the mysteries of the other side, being as loud as you can is sure to keep you safe.

The three Rogues ran all the way out of the forest and back to base, where they were later punished for bailing with double the work for the Halloweâen Candy Harvest. Only Ned was left behind wondering what had scared his friends so much. He thought he should follow behind them, so they wouldnât get separated, but as he started walking away, he only got a glimpse of it with the edge of his eye and never was able to confirm it: a blonde woman appeared out of the trees and moving swiftly entered the house, the door closing behind her. And Ned never saw her again. . .

==The Tale of Boo==
Gather round children, I've got a story for you Four soldiers once walking in the forest of Boo In there they were greeted by scary old trees Under which no one would sit to K-I-S-S kiss Deeper and deeper they ventured into the woods And the nasty aura always worsened their moods

The moon rose at night The dark grew in might

In the woods lived a lone ghost named Steve He laughed for the day was All Hallow's Eve The spirits had risen and doomed their fate For the foolish soldiers had taken the bait Receiving a signal of colours black and red Too bad their comrade was already dead

As time went on, the four men started to chat Scared they were not, of the occasional bat Ted said he wanted a coffee with cream That's when they all heard an unearthly scream Frightened they panicked, they run their hearts a-beating As they realised their time on earth was fleeting

In midst of the fright The clock struck midnight

And out of nowhere they were stopped by a sudden house Scared witless they entered like in the trap does the mouse Ancient it looked, and in riches abundant Everything went wrong when Ted touched a pendant From all around there was a sound of creaking And doors everywhere went rampant, mad as the king

The soldiers were then trapped with locked all the doors Right before the appearance of a spectral fiery horse It charged against Ted, now he's down for the count Stomped as he was by the nightmarish mount Then walked in a man by hand holding his head Looking at the horrified group that's what he said

"Welcome travellers, how do you do? Brave you are to enter in the forest named Boo Please join me and together let's dine I'm sure to your liking you'll find my wine But know this, just like your friend By morning, there's no escape, you all will be dead"

The three remaining run completely terrified They hoped their fate they somehow defied John saw a window and thought he found a way When he jumped out he saw of hope a ray But when he landed he faced the headless rider A quick swing and the blood spilled like cider

Off with his head Now John's all red

Bill and Robin the mansion also fled Using a catapult made out of a bed When Bill saw little lights he quickly followed And the Will-O-Wisps gladly showed him the road But that decision's moment he would come to rue When the screen would declare: he was eaten by a grue

Robin the forest wandered for a while The dangers he avoided bearing a smile But then appeared Steve and called "Do not be alarmed I come here in peace, I am not armed Let me help you for with you I've got no beef" Yet when Robin lowered his guard, Steve pushed him off a cliff

Down in void he fell As dawn's rang the bell

Please don't cry children, it was well-deserved For the soldiers were Rogues and thedude they all served Just then in the first morning light dose The spirits of All Hallow's Day rose With a new addition among them: the soldiers felt blue As the story ended with four more residents of the forest of Boo

==On Flight on All Hallowâs Day==



âMan, this is the worstâ, the Rogue declared with a dramatic raise of his arms.

âI guess we deserve it at this pointâ¦ We should have made sure not to get caughtâ, his friend replied with a sigh.

âStill, isnât Captain being a little too cruel? He said weâd do double the work, but weâre basically doing everyoneâs and the rest are chillingâ, the third one complained also.

Three Paradox Rogues were walking down the road of a little village in the outskirts of Morcia. No matter its insignificance in the larger scheme of things, however, there was no exception to the law and thedudeâs dues had to be collected in places small and big. As such, in a background of mixed festivities with people dressed in costumes of ghosts, skeletons and Barney, with fires being lit up here and there and effigies being built and carried around; in the chaos of all things, it was unclear if everyone was celebrating or protesting ârioting even; in this background, Joe, Phil and Roger were carrying their bags of harvest, filled with candy.

âCanât we take a break?â Joe asked.

âYou know weâve got to finish this before the end of the dayâ, Phil reminded.

âItâs already past midnight anyway, the even should technically be over, letâs rest for a whileâ, Roger countered.

âFineâ¦â

The three of them stopped by the likeness of a child dressed in a ghost costume being burnt in the middle of the road, using its fire to warm themselves in the chilly night of nearing winter.

âItâs getting quieter at least, graduallyâ, Phil tried to find the silver lining.

âI would have expected the kids to go home a long time ago honestly. Are their parents okay with letting them go wild like that?â Joe wondered.

âYou know itâs like this every year. Does our job so much harderâ.

âBy the way, where is Ned? Did he get lost again?â Roger remembered their other comrade.

âLast I saw him, I think he was being chased out by an old ladyâ.

âWhere did he get to, that slacker?â

âThat means more work for usâ¦ Worst Halloweâen everâ¦â Joe complained once again.

âTechnically, itâs All Hallowâs Day alreadyâ.

âHmm, actually, I donât think thatâs the worst. My cousin Rowen told me a story of what happened to him last year and it sounds no fun at allâ.

âOh and what story was that?â

âLetâs seeâ¦ Let me try and remember thatâ.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 11:12, Log 1




Hello, this is Jack speaking. Official Record Keeper and the best one at that. Though itâs my first time doing it actually. Captain entrusted that to me when we started the journey. This is the sixth day by the way. Oh, you might be wondering why this is the first log, even though itâs the fourth dayâ¦ I kinda forgotâ¦ But itâs all good. Iâm nailing it from now on. Iâve been chosen for this job for my well-suited skill-set, not because the rest of the crew was too bored to do it, as ''some ''suggest.

Oh but at this point I suppose I should introduce the crew! Weâve got the Captain, and you donât want to mess with her. Best captain you could get. Even though she got second place in the West Britay Best Rogue Captain competition, that thing was rigged. No one really likes Captain Barthooker. Whatâs that? I didnât say her name, ah yes. Captain is Captain Elisabeth Viscooky. Donât tell her her name sounds like cookie, though. I imagine sheâd give you two days of mopping for that. Not that I would know for any reason in particular, of course.

Then, weâve got Mr. Svee, the first mate. No one really knows his full name, so we just call him Mr. Svee. Heâs really strong and scary. Everyone respects him, but Iâm kinda afraid to talk to him.

We also have Kibo. Heâs the navigator and pilot. Really knows how to fly straight. And what all these blinking lights and buttons do. So, he must be a genius. And uh, his last name, right? His last name is Ukhozi.

Then thereâs me, Jack. General duties, Official Record Keeper and life of the party. Very talented, graduated Rogue school top of my class, likes country music and puppies. For the ladies, you can hit me up on the email jackknowsgreatnames@thundermail.milt.

Thereâs also Jill whoâs new. We picked her up recently when we started this mission. Apparently, sheâs going to help us with magic consultation or something. Sheâs a sorceress, but this new type that actually knows sorcery, too. Seems pretty cool, but kinda serious. Somewhat aloof. I think Rowen has a crush on her though.

Speaking of Rowen, heâs the other member of the crew. He works on engineering stuff in case anything breaks. Heâs also my best friend and single, if anyoneâs interested.

And this is all of us. Yeah, I know. Small crew, but thatâs because every one of us is worth ten people. Except Fredâ¦ Fred is terrible at everything. Iâm not sure why weâve got him aboard. Oh right! I forgot to mention Fred. Yeah, heâs also a crewmemberâ¦ Anyway, what was I saying? Ah right, weâre all great. Has nothing to do with our division getting budget cuts because our works have been fruitless so far.

You ask what weâre working on? Well, thatâs kinda classified, but maybe I could tell just you, you know between you and me confidentially, that kind of thing. Donât let it slip to anyone else. Weâre basically exploring the horizons, looking for more lands. You know what they say: thedudeâs not conquered everything if thereâs more of everything to conquer. Sadly, no oneâs been able to find anything before, but thatâs actually all the better, because it means ''I ''get to go on this mission. And itâs pretty fun. You knowâ¦ We get isolated from everyone else. See ocean on all sides every dayâ¦ Stay enclosed within the same four walls all the timeâ¦. . . Okay, itâs not the best, but Iâve got my best mates with me, right? Rowen, Jill?

What are you doing?

Iâm recording a log for our mission.

Iâm not sure what exactly youâre up to, but youâre probably doing it wrong.

Hey Rowen, youâre with me right? You get what Iâm saying!

Always, bro!

Thatâs what Iâm talking about bro! See, Jill?

I donât see anything, youâre not making any sense.

In any case, letâs continue. You see, itâs because weâre exploring like that that our journeyâs been taking so long. Normally spaceships like this would get anywhere really fast, but weâve got to actually check the whole landscape or well seascape to look for any land, so progress is slow. Fredâs been saying we wonât find anything since no else has before anyway, but who listens to Fred? After all, Mr. Svee did say that some of the previous expeditions never came back and if they got lost, then there must be somewhere they got lost in and we should find that.

So far weâve not found anything either though. Itâs all been water so far. At least we actually get to travel over it, rather than on it, because I get seasick pretty easily. Not like Fred who gets spacesick, too. Or is it airsick?

Hey Rowen, if youâre flying in a spaceship, but flying in the air, is it spacesick or airsick?

Itâs one of the questions of the ages.

Yo, is it both at the same time?

Itâs like SchrÃ¶dingerâs sickness.

Wouldnât it just be airsick, because itâs whatâs causing the sickness whatâs important, that being travelling in the air?

No, boo. Bad Jill. You donât understand the complicated things.

Yeah, Jill, donât be like Fred.

No one wants to be like a Fred.

Whatâs wrong with Fred, he seems like a nice gu-

Nooooo! Fredâs terrible, have you not seen Fred?

Yeah you canât honestly believe Fred is competent at anything.

Fred is bad.

Fred is bad.

Fred is frad?

Fred is Fred.

Oh man, sick burn.

And with that we complete todayâs log. To summarise: weâre the crew, weâre searching for thing, Fred is bad.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 17:32, Log 2

 

Weâve hit a bit of a delay. Weâre changing course. Apparently, Kibo just noticed we were off course of where we were headed. Never thought Kibo would make a mistake like that. Weâve been on the wrong path, too much to the south, for hours. Iâve not heard of Kibo doing anything like it before. Weird. Guess he must be tired, too, after all this water for six days straightâ¦

Then again, Fred told me all that, so itâs probably nonsense. No way that man knows whatâs going on right.

Well, at least weâre headed the right way now, towards the west. Captain did mention some numbers or coordinates or something, but I donât really remember them. All will be good and hopefully weâll discover new lands in time for breakfast tomorrow.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 23:47, Log 3

 

Man, I could really do with some soda right now.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission sixtee- ah got it wrongâ¦

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:43, Log 4

 

Damn, woken up early today. As if Iâve got a job to do or something. Whatâs it Jill? Stop staring at me like that. Anyway, no land found yet. And I also missed breakfast. Why did Captain have to lock the kitchen today?

Maybe itâs a not so subtle hint youâre supposed to wake up on time.

Listen to her, Rowen. Ridiculous, right?

Haha, all I know is I ate breakfast and you didnât. Sucks to be you.

No, the betrayal!

A- achoo!

Hmm? Whatâs it, Jill? You sick or something.

Nah, I donât think so. Maybe some allergy.

Is there anything on this ship to be allergic to?

You?

Oh man sick burn, she totally got you.

Dang it, I gotta give that to you. And thus we end this recording with Jill ahead of me for now, but will she maintain that score? Tune in next episode to find out.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission aah 17, Date whatever, Log the next one after the previous one

 

Hello everyone. Itâs Rowen, your new host. Iâm sure youâll be happy to have gotten a much better-looking host nowâ¦ Though you canât really see me with these. But my voice is greater, too.

Anyway, for things to log.

Jack is a nerd.

Fred is bad.

Itâs hard to read Captain, but I think I might have seen a slight smile in the morning when Jack was upset about breakfast. So, maybe sheâs happy today.

Jill is still pretty.

Day thirty-one of losing arm-wrestles to Mr. Svee. Gonna get him some day.

Oh uh and speaking of Jill. She said she had a strange itch earlier today and when I suggested I scratch her if itâs hard to reach, she merely shot me down, didnât hit me. So, I think thatâs going well.

Oi Rowen, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, Jackâs coming, gotta go. Over!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:22, Log what was the last number, Rowen?

 

I think youâre doing that wrong, Rowen. Youâre only supposed to say that when using a walkie-talkie.

I mean you can walk with this right?

Not the same thing. Anyway, who gave you permission to use ''my'' journal, ah I mean log.

I just did it, yo.

Hmmâ¦ Well, canât argue with that.

Hey guys, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, itâs Fred. Run, run, go, go, go!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 18:56, Log 7

 

I was telling Rowen, and I think all of you listeners at home will agree, that he should just go for it and ask Jill out, but then he says he canât when the mood in the shipâs so bad, itâs killing his groove. So, I ask him whatâs wrong. And he says that he overheard Kibo and Captain arguing. What are they arguing about, I ask. Apparently, Kibo fell asleep overnight and hit the wrong button or something and sent the ship the wrong way going right bast east towards home. Kibo denied it, saying he was up all night and never did he turn the ship around and he doesnât understand what happened. So, Captainâs mad at him for making a mistake twice, but also not admitting it. She told him to go sleep, because heâs too tired to fly properly and Kibo got annoyed saying it wasnât true at all.

Anyway, Captain took over the controls and weâre back on track now, but I wonder what happened to Kibo. Heâs been a perfect pilot in all our past ventures. Maybe heâs homesick.

Yo, Rowen, what do you think?

Probably he talked to Fred too much and caught incompetence.

Oh thatâs rightâ¦ Thatâs probably it.

Hmm. I donât know, thereâs definitely something weird about this. Iâve been feeling a bit off since a while ago. Maybe thereâs something else at play.

Like what?

Maybe a rebelâs curse. But thatâs just a guess. I think I should probably go study. Tell people not to bother me.

Hey, Rowen, whatâs up with Jill?

Donât know, Jack. But thatâs what girls are like. A mystery.

I can hear you! I told you what was wrong!

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 20:56, Log 8

 

Itâs getting late now, so itâs hard to see, but Mr. Svee said he saw mist ahead on the telescope, so weâve all been wondering if that means anything. If we should approach or avoid it. Captain asked for Jill to look into it with her voodoo magic or whatever, but sheâs been cooped up in her room and doesnât come out. I tried to peek in at some point and she was in some sort of meditative stance with weird make-up on her face and candles lit all around. Iâll never understand those sorcerers.

In any case, with her like that, weâve pretty much no choice to just go in and investigate it. I wonder what weâll find. If anything. It might just be boring old mist. Well, weâll find out in a few hours.

 
''Stubbornness'', Mission seventeeaaaaah, something something something 4:28, Log 9

 

Iâm thirsty.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 10

 

Ah, woken up early today, damn. Why Captain, why? I almost missed breakfast, too. Itâs a new day today and hmm, whatâs that? Computerâs got the wrong date for some reason, says the 15th. Weird. Iâll tell Rowen to come and fix it later. Ah, this headache is killing me. Iâll end this entry early now.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 10:42, Log 11

 

Maaan, what is this? I ask Rowen to fix the computer for me and he says no, because somethingâs got Jill spooked up and heâd rather stay with her. Man! Itâs bros before hoes, ya know? Iâd get it if Jill actually what she was so scared of, but she said she doesnât know! Thatâs weird, right? So, now Iâm stuck with Fred trying to fix it, like what?

Hi guys!

Donât make it worse, Fred.

Whoâre you talking to? Any friends back home?

Fred, you know weâre not allowed to contact people outside of this ship without authorisation.

Ah right. So, anyway about this computerâ¦ Have you tried turning it off and on again?

Oh dammit.

 

''Stubbornness'', Official Record Keeperâs Log, Star Date whatever

 

I was on my way to ask Mr. Svee to fix my computer, but then I met Captain and Kibo in the halls having the weirdest conversation. Captain was asking Kibo why the ship was all overturned, but then Kibo said it couldnât have been his fault, because in the early morning it was Captain flying the ship. But thatâs weird, I donât remember Captain taking over. And she too was confused about it. They then simply went and fixed the shipâs course, but Iâm not sure whatâs going on and neither are they. I wonder if Kiboâs cursed.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission the one we got, Date today, around one, Log 13
 

Now Jillâs taken to going around in a weird costume with a censer, burning incense and sprinkling water. She says itâs some kind of ceremonial dress. I think she might end up short-circuiting something, but Rowen isnât stopping her. I think he might just like the costume though.

Captain also seems to think we should just let the sorceress do her thing. Maybe itâs cause thereâs such a strange mood over the ship today, because normally I donât think sheâd be that accepting. I did catch Mr. Svee giving her an unconvinced look, though.

What a day.

 
''Stubbornness'', blah blah blah, Log 14, Status report

 

It appears through our combined efforts, Fred, Mr. Svee and I haveâ¦ crashed my computer. Itâs not opening any more, dammit. Oh, but also it looks like the date problem involves all our computers. Did we get hacked?

 
''Stubbornness'' pays off! Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 14:53, Log 15

 

WE HAVE SEEN LAND! I repeat! We have seen land! I was just informed Mr. Svee saw it on the telescope. Looks like an island. Itâs overcast with mist apparently and thereâs a storm on the horizon, but weâre all too excited. Weâve discovered new land, actual land. The mission is a success! Weâre all eager to see it from up close and explore it, so weâll attempt to land. A storm should be no problem for our ship.
 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:09, Blog 16

 

Hello everybody and welcome back to the Official Record Blog. Today we will be interviewing the crew of the ship Stubbornness. I have with me right now a man by the name Rowen, would you like to tell us what youâre doing right now?

Maintenance on the engines.

Ah splendid. And will that be important for landing on the island?

Itâs important for everything.

I see, I see. And tell us, Mr. Rowen, what are you excited for in light of the upcoming exploration?

Hmmâ¦ I wonder if thereâll be any good food there.

Donât we all? You know what they say, they donât pay for luxury in the Rogues.
 

Next is Miss Jill. What would you like to say to the audience, Jill?

Aaaaah. Donât poke sleeping dragons?

Awfully specific, but will do. Would you care to explain what youâre doing?

Iâm preparing an enchantment for the blessing of this ship.

For those of you at home who canât see, Jill is currently standing on one leg, reaching for her head with the other and juggling some mysterious bags of dried leaves with her hands. Impressive, I know, but kids donât try this at home.

Itâs actually a lot more complicated than what Jack just explained.

You heard it right from the source folks.

And anything youâre looking forward to now that weâll be landing?

Hmm, I guess Iâd like to see what the landscape is like.

What a nerd.

Hey! And here I am being nice, humouring you.

How very uncharacteristic of you. But thatâs all the time weâve got for you, Iâm afraid. Youâll have to file your complaints next time.

As if Iâm coming on this show again another timeâ¦

Youâve acknowledged it as a show now, you canât take this back, ha ha ha ha!

No wait Jack, come back!

 

Haha and now that weâve gotten to trick Jill, let us proceed to the next person. Kibo, would you like to-

Hey, who let you in here? Be quiet, Iâm trying to focus now, weâll be entering the storm soon.

And so-

Get out of here!

 

Alas, the last thing didnât work out, but weâve got more people to interview. Mr. Svee what would you like to tell the audience?

Hrmph.

Ah, very eloquently said.

And what are you doing there?

Preparinâ. Landinâ.

Ah, I seeâ¦ And what is something youâd like to do once we land?

â¦ Fishinâ

Very nice. Maybe youâd like a fishing partner once you do.

No.

Ahâ¦ Okay. Then, I believe this part of the interviewing process is over. On to the next person!

 

Hey Captain, what-

What in Crux are you doing, Jack?

Interviewing?

Why?

As part of my logging dutiesâ¦

Haaaâ¦ Iâll let you off this once, because weâre all excited todayâ¦ But donât you go doing stupid stuff like that again, you hear me?

Yes, maâam!

 

And thus sadly this interview comes to an end, but hopefully youâve all come to know our crew members a little better. Thatâs all of them after all.

Hey, what about me?

What about you Fred?

Wonât you interview me?

No.

 

Log 17

 

Hem hemâ¦ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

WE JUST ENTERED THE STORM AND I DONâT KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, BECAUSE ITâS VERY LOUD, BUT DAMN WAS THAT SUDDEN ROAR OF THUNDER SCARY!

 

Log 18

 

Welcome back. Iâve sought out a more soundproof place, so that you can hear my voice without screaming. The storm has proven to be stronger than we expected. Kiboâs fighting it out right now, so that weâre not overtaken by the winds, but itâs fine, this kind of thing happens sometimes. Iâve got to say though I really am glad weâre in a waterproof airtight ship cause itâs chaos out there. I looked out a window and could barely see anything beyond the drops of rain. Or the hail. Yes, there seems to be hail also.

Rowen and Jill are here with me in the closet, looking for warm clothes and blankets. Itâs gotten pretty cold suddenly. And Captain doesnât want to raise the thermostatâs temperature. Something about saving energy. I donât really get it, weâve got enough fuel to go on for thrice as much and still be able to come back, but Captain is Captain, I suppose. At least, it means Jill changed out of her ridiculous outfit.

 

Log 19

 

And the storm just got stronger. You can hear the sound of hail hitting on the roof, canât you? I wonder if my voice will end up completely drowned out by the end of this.

Weâve got more people trying to stay warm in the closet now, under the piles of cloth available. Fredâs here and Mr. Svee stayed for a while before he went back to. Captain and Kibo are in the cockpit though trying to keep control of the ship. The stormâs making it harder to land safely, but they should be able to make it soon if they work together.

Iâll just stay in the closet though. Incidentally, the closet also happens to be the emergency room for some reason âI think it was a form of budget cuts. However, itâs not that Iâm scared. Iâm just here toâ¦ guard the clothes. Itâd be a shame if something happened to them. What would Jill do if she lost any other potential weird outfits?

My outfits arenât weird.

Itâs not the time for that, Jill! Erm hem, where was I? Ah yes. So, as you can see Rowen and Jill are lucky to have me with them. I can protect them as well as the clothes.

 

Log 20

 

Nope, not doing it. Better to just pull out, they said. We wouldnât be able to go out anyway if we landed, so itâs better if we just wait it out from outside.

The jolts are getting more violent and Rowenâs kinda scared. Ha ha, heâs such a kid. Iâm not scared at all myself of course.

 
Lo- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

The shipâs gone out of control. Weâre spinuwauwawanniiiingâ¦!

I think Iâm going to hurl!

Please donât!

Ah, Mr. Svee, what do we do?!

Brace for impact! Weâre falling!

 

I think Iâve gotta go now. The shipâs gone underwater and there might be damage to the hull.

Mr. Sveeâs hit his head.

Oh no, is he all right?

Heâs breathing, but it might be a concussion.

Fred, take care of him, weâve got to go.

 

 

Ahâ¦ This is Rowen speaking. I found Jackâs recorder on the floor, so Iâve picked it up now. If these are going to be the last moments of our lives, we might as well leave something behind of them. The emergency lights just went on after a power failure, but for a while it was dark and I lost Jill. I got separated from Jack earlier when the seaweed monsters were chasing us.

You see, we fixed the parts of the hull that had been breached, or so we thought. But then it turned out some kind of moving, crawling seaweeds had gotten in along with the water. They tried to strangle Jack, but we cut them off him. Then, they started amassing together to form bigger figures that chased us.

I think Iâve lost them for now, but thatâs not the only problem right now. Iâve come up to a window and that sound we heard earlierâ¦ Huge tentacles seem to be wrapped around the ship. What the heck is this? Are we gonna die? I donât wanna die. This is stupid.

 

Hi, itâs me again. Iâve come up to the cockpit door. I tried to open it, but it wouldnât badge. Then, I noticed the seaweeds on it. Iâm afraid to touch it. Captain and Kibo might be in danger, thoughâ¦ Iâll try knocking.

Hello? Hello? Anybody in? Theyâre not answering, but the seaweeds are starting to stir. They might already beâ¦ Either way, I donât think I can help them. I hopeâ¦ I hope. I gotta go!

 

Whoa! Jill is awesome! She just came out of nowhere and burnt some seaweeds to a crisp. Never underestimate sorcerers. Thanks Jill, you saved me.

No problem, but what are you doing at such a time?

Never mind that, we should try to find the others and stick together.

 

We just found Jack struggling with a bunch of fish that had gotten in through another hole. We got him away, but I donât know if we can fight all these fish. Theyâre pretty big and they look hungry and thereâs all this water coming in.

Letâs just run!
 

Haha! This was so cool. Jack just smashed a sea snakeâs head with a bat. Not sure where he even got it. Saved Jill that way. Iâm starting to think we might just make it. Soon weâll get to the armoury to get our weapons.

 

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

Weâve been thrown! Weâve been thrown! The tentacles have thrown us! Weâre all gonna die, weâre all gonna die! Weâll start falling soon and then we will die.

â¦

Hey guys when are we gonna start falling?

I donât know, I figured itâd start happening right about now, but honestly it feels like weâre still.

Weird.

So weâre not gonna die?

Greetings.

AH! Itâs something!

KILL IT WITH FIRE! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Wait, itâs a person!

How did he get here? How did you get here? Are you an enemy? Ha! Are you a sea person?

I am not-

Down with sea people! Iâm not going down so easily, youâll only kill me over my dead body.

What?

As I was saying-

How can he kill you over your dead body? That doesnât seem physically possible.

Thatâs why it would only happen over my dead body.

What?

No, no, heâs got a point.

Silence!

Ah right, intruder. Sorry, weâre not used to dealing with that. Honestly, you find us in a bit of an uncomfortable time.

I know, thatâs why Iâm here.

To finish us off?

No, Iâm here to help you.

Help us? Who even are you?

Who am I? I suppose you could call me Thorn.

Well, Thorn, Iâm sure youâre a very finely-dressed gentleman, but I donât know if you can really help us. Weâre kind of in an impending doom situation.

Oh donât worry. Little Thorn has his ways. All I need is a word from you and I can make all your problems go away.

That sounds like an internet scam.

Whatâ¦ is an internet?

Never mind that, what Iâm sure Jack meant to say is we have absolute trust in your ability to help us, but why would you do that?

Oh, cannot a man help some poor fellows out of the kindness of his heart? Youâre lucky itâs the Hallowed Day. I saw you poor souls battling the storm and I couldnât help it my heart was moved. So, you see I want to help you. But whether or not I do depends entirely on you. I simply need you to agree to the terms.

Terms, what terms?

Oh, itâs but a simple thing. You neednât worry at all. Letâs say that you will just owe me a favour afterwards. Itâs no big deal, right? A favour in exchange for your lives. It seems like a good bargain to me.

Hmm. A favour that we know nothing about and could be anything and which you can ask at any time in the future, possible with greatly adverse effects to our lives? I donât know about that. So, make it one favour in exchange of our livesâ¦ ''plus ''one soda.

I can do that.

Cool.

Itâs a deal then?

Itâs a deal.

â¦

Hey, where did he go?

Oh man, I wanted a soda, too.

Wait, are we falling now?

AAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

 

Hello, everyone! This is Fred speaking. I just found the guys and a soda unconscious in a pool of water. I pulled them out, but Iâm not sure what to do with the soda, what do yâall think? I donât know if Jack would be mad that I used his recorder thingy, but heâs unconscious right now, so I couldnât ask and I thought someone should record this. You know, like a commemorative photo.

There was a lot of shaking, but in the end it seems we made it out and weâre currently floating out in the open sea, but under clear sky. Hmm. Now that I mentioned that, why were we in a storm in the first place? I donât seem to remember at the moment. But my new friend Thorn is telling me not to worry about it, so Iâll probably do that.

 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 29

 

Wow, log 29? When did we get to such a high number? I only remember recording likeâ¦ three. Speaking of which, when did it become November 2nd? Iâd swear it was like October 31st today? Is the computer broken, orâ¦ Oh man, did I miss Halloweâen? I was gonna harvest some candy from Rowen. Hmm. I do feel like something did happen recently, but I canât quite recollect it any more. Hey Rowen! Do you remember what we were doing the past two days?

Aaaah. Werenât we flying like always? Or ratherâ¦ I think we found something? But no, I would remember something like that. Hmm, the more Iâm trying to think about it the more itâs eluding me. Anyway, wonât you hurry? Youâll miss breakfast at this rate. New rules today onwards.

What? I canât miss that!

 

...nd Rowen, can I ask you something?

Hang on a moment, Jill, first I gotta:

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:32, Log 30

Do you have to record everything?

I was thinking. You know how back home weâve got this daily vlogger thing where they record their whole daily life to show people. Maybe we could do something like that, too.

That soundsâ¦ terrible. But never mind that, what was I talking about?

You were about to ask something.

Ah thanks Rowen. What was it again? I thinkâ¦ right. Do you guys feel like something is wrong? Like something is missing?

Mmm. I donât really know what youâre talking about.

Like, am I the only one whoâs getting a headache when trying to think about what we did the past few days?

Why would we all get a headache together? Do you have something contagious?

No, I guess youâre right. What I was saying was unreasonable. Did we do anything out of the ordinary lately, you feel?

Out of the ordinary? Nah, these were the most common days weâve had really. I did like an interview, right? I think. And then you wore a cosplay. Maybe thatâs what youâre thinking of.

Cosplay? I donât remember that, butâ¦ maybe? I guess one of the two of you convinced me to try something like that.

Then, that settles it, that must have been it. I do also remembering seeing you in a costume.

You must have been too embarrassed and repressed the memory.

Or maybe you hit your head during that huge storm that we went into?

What are you talking about Fred? What storm?

Ehhhâ¦ Not really sure.

Silly Fred, what are you trying to confuse us for? Well, I guess as they say Fred is bad.

Yessss! Jill knows it, too!

Fred is bad.

Fred is Fred.

Fred is happy that heâs got pals like you lot?

Youâre even bad at ''this'', Fred?

 

''Stubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 9:05, Log 31

 

Ah, Captain just debriefed us. Apparently, weâre going back home. The shipâs sustained too much damage to risk travelling any further. When did the ship get damaged again? Hmm. Maybe we hit birds while I was sleeping or something like that. Anyway, looks like this series is going to be coming to an end soon, but donât you worry. Iâll still be here for the Stubbornnessâs next mission (probably). Now off to mopping, there seems to be a lot of water in the ship for some reason.

 

âAnd thatâs why you can always have a worse November 1stâ, Roger finished.

âI donât buy itâ.

âWhat?â

âI donât buy itâ, Joe repeated. âSeems like you made it all upâ.

âWhat are you talking about? Thatâs a real story that happened to my cousinâ.

âThen, your cousin is making it upâ.

âYeah, it doesnât make any sense. If they all forgot about it in the end, then how was your cousin able to tell you?â Phil commented.

âIt was still in the logs, you seeâ.

âSpeaking of, why did you tell the story like you were repeating the logs? That was so weirdâ.

âAnd who was that Thorn character?â

âWhat was that island?â

âWhy was there so much mystery around it?â

âWho knows? They never learnt. Thatâs why itâs a mysteryâ.

âWhy has no one heard of this story before? None of the expeditions ever reported successâ.

âBecause they also forgot the logsâ.

âSo, thatâs why Iâm sayingâ¦ it doesnât add up. If they forgot, then they couldnât have told you. And why do ''you'' remember in the first place? Youâre making it all upâ.

âFine, have it your way. I know whatâs true, I donât need your confirmationâ.

âHey guys Iâm back!â Ned suddenly appeared, looking rather dishevelled with branches and dirt all over him.

âAnd where have you been?â Phil asked.

âApparently, Iâve somehow become the local Raccoon crime lordâ, Ned explained.

âSee, I even believe Nedâs story more than I do youâ, Joe noted.

âOh thatâs so nice of youâ.

âShut up, Nedâ.

âAnyway, letâs get back to work. Thereâs still lots of candy to getâ.

And thus the three Renegade friends âand Nedâ continued along the road, leaving the warm fire behind. . .
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Stories by the Fire

2020-11-02T17:37:59Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

==Scary Stories on Halloweâenâs Eve==



Three Rogues were seated around a camp fire in a forest clearing, warming their hands from the nightâs cold even though if theyâd understood their suits slightly better, theyâd have known that they had settings that provided thermal insulation and internal heating.

âIâve got to say, though, volunteering to investigate this forest right before Halloweâen was the best idea weâve had in months. Just imagine all the other Rogues that will be waking up in just a few hours to get ready for the Candy Harvest and weâre here just chillingâ, Joe was satisfied.

âI wonder if itâs bad that weâre not really investigating the woods thoughâ, Phil was worried.

âCome on, itâs not like thereâs going to actually be anything hiding here. The mission was so low-priority it hadnât even been assigned to anyone for two weeks. Besides, Ned went out looking for water. That counts as investigating in my bookâ, Roger reassured him.

âYeah man, itâs heaven. We get to go camping and do nothing and just relax. Weâve got our camp fire and our marshmallows and we donât need to get back until the Candy Harvest is over. Itâs perfect!â Joe shared his enthusiasm.

âI supposeâ.

â...â, silence followed for a moment or two.

âItâs pretty cold, thoughâ, Roger finally said.

âAnd weâre out of marshmallowsâ, Joe pointed out, as he stuck the final marshmallow to his wooden stick.

âIâm getting thirsty after all the marshmallowsâ, Phil lamented as he looked over his shoulder for the umpteenth time to see if Ned was coming back. He wasnât.

âMan, this sucks!â Joe declared.

âItâs still four more hours till dawnâ, Roger checked the watch of his HUD. âIt wouldnât be so bad, if we could just sleepâ.

âAs we said, we canât do that. Leaving the camp fire unattended would be far too hazardousâ, Phil reminded him.

âAnd if only one of us stands watch, they may fall asleep, so itâs got to be all of usâ, Joe added.

âI knowâ¦ Itâs just wishful thinking. I wish time would fly fasterâ.

âOh hey, I know what we can do to pass time!â Joe suddenly exclaimed.

âIs it pumpkin seeds? Because weâre out of those, tooâ, Phil interjected.

âNo, not pumpkin seeds. We can tell scary stories!â

âScary stories?â Phil didnât sound that thrilled.

âOh, that seems like fun! You know any good ones, Joe?â

âYeah, I got one. Itâs about ''The Three Monsters of Thunderclap''...â



===The Three Monsters of Thunderclap===



Thereâs a legend in Thunderclap shared from Rogue to Rogue; it says three monsters are living in Thunderclap, in its dungeons deep. Warnings the elders give never in the dark corners to wander, else death by monster you might meet.

The first one, the oldest, they say is a giant badger zombie. Chained in its dark cell, thedudeâs commands it heeds only. Released in secret, every blue moon, to hunt down and find any enemies of thedude. You cannot defeat it, for in this land the title of the strongest it claims; so if itâs after you, running is the only way. Once a free badger, our king the monster cursed; the story warns: lest to a zombie you also are turned.

The second, most savage, is rumoured to be a half-man, half-lizard, half-machine kind of beast.

Thatâs one half too many.

Hey, get out of my story, Phil! Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the man-lizard-machine beast of doom.

Once aimed thedudeâs armies in war to lead, the poor lizard in its training went mad. Now everything in sight it has to kill with fire, a ruthless murderer with a kill count bigger than all of us three. Deep in the mountain now itâs hidden, where its deranged voice no one can reach. But when the kingâs angry, his minions have failed; he throws them to the pit, the monster to feed.

The third and final one, thedudeâs trusted assassin, a man with no head, wearing a carved pumpkin and carrying a sword. A cold light emits through its hollow eyes, but if you ever gaze upon its glow, know this, you soon will be dead. For the Jack-oâ-Lantern donât breath or sleep, it donât drink or eat. It never rests, always chases, youâll never shake it off. Wherever you go, itâll find you, through land, through sea, through forest and bog. One day youâll find youâve been stabbed by its sword.

So, if thereâs any message to be learnt from this story, never anger thedude, never fail his will. Donât rebel against him or your orders neglect. Or even you might find you are hunted by zombie or lizard or a pumpkin-head!




As Joe finished his story and with satisfaction noticed his comradesâ eyes were wide open and Phil was even looking around him for any signs of the Jack-oâ-lantern or the zombie badger, should they be after them because they werenât doing their duty. Joe, thinking he could capitalise on that state of mind, upon concluding his narration jumped up, flailing his arms around and shouting âBOO!â Both his friends jumped up in fear and Phil even screamed. Joe proceeded to laugh at their reactions.

âVery funnyâ, Roger said sarcastically as soon as he regained his composure. âDid you just make all that up to scare us because weâre not taking part in the Candy Harvest?â

âNo, actually the storyâs very true. Rather, the rumours really exist. Donât know if theyâre right thoughâ.

âSpooky. So, youâve got anything to pay Joe back, Phil?â

âHmmâ¦ Scary stories, ha? Weeellâ¦ Y- yeah, I do have one, hereâs how it goes: The Most Apparing Spooky Storyâ.



===The Most Apparing Spooky Story===



It was a night of All Hallowâs Eve Eve âor was it the early morning of All Hallowâs Eveâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods gathering more firewood. The fire was just about to go out and leave only embers behind, so the night was getting cold.

That sounds familiar.

Shut up, Roger!

âItâs getting coldâ, one of the Rogues, who were definitely not us, noted.

âWell no duhâ.

âNedâ, letâs call the fourth comrade by a random name, how about Ned? âwill be back with the firewood shortly and we can have a strong fire againâ .

âTell that to my freezing toesâ.

âMaybe we should go find Ned and help him. We ainât gaining anything out of freezing to death hereâ.

âI guess maybe we shouldnât have sent Ned alone when weâre all coldâ.

âGah! But finding Ned is work and gathering firewood is more work. I hate workâ.

âMe too, man, but what we gonna do?â

âAaaagh! I hate youâ

âFreeze to death, if you likeâ.

And so the three daring Rogues finally got off their butts and did something. Leaving behind the clearing they were in, they walked into uncharted territory, where there were no paths among the trees, looking for their missing friend. However, it was not long before an unforeseen encounter interrupted them.

Out of the darkness, an enormous beast suddenly rose and towered over them. If the Rogues were found and questioned about it later, theyâd probably not be able to agree on what exactly it looked like. One would say it had three lion heads and a whaleâs tail. One would point out how it had eyes all over and a gaping jaw-less mouth full of teeth, while the third would think it had blue-dotted bat-like wings, even though thatâs really stupid ''Joe''. What all three of them could agree on, though, is the thirty-seven abnormally long tentacles that extended out of its main body, three of which instantly seized them, flexibly wrapping around them several times.

âWho goes there, disturbing my sleep?â the monster spoke with a deep rough voice, like that of the earth.

âUuuuh, Joe, Roger and Philâ, random names of course.

âBleghâ, the eldritch horror said. âSimply humans. Iâll just eat you thenâ

âAaaah, no, please donât eat us. Please, spare us. Weâd very much appreciate it if you let us live!â

âAnd why would I do that? Youâre just some puny humans after all. I see no reason to pity my foodâ.

âBecause weâre both intelligent and itâd kind of be immoral to kill us?â

The creature made a sound that could have possibly been interpreted as laughter, âYou? Intelligent? Please! The humans do not at all compare to the true intelligence the Slapalahalapatus possessâ.

âThe Slapohippo-what?â

âSlapalahalapatus!â the aberration roared angrily. âSee! Itâs this kind of ignorance that sets barbarians such as you as just part of the food chain. Speech is no proof of intelligence or any common parrot would make the cut. Humans such as you cover the planets and think youâre the kings of the world even though you understand nothing of it, just because youâre everywhere, Microbes are also everywhere, but they are in control of nothingâ.

âHey, donât blame us for not knowing! If the Slapahupalos are such a big deal, then shouldnât we have heard more about them? Weâve heard stories and some of us even seen of bigger creatures before, but never of anything like youâ.

The ancient beast, so confident in its earlier words, now paused awkwardly. âAaahâ¦ yesâ¦ thatâ¦ Well, I suppose Iâm the only one leftâ.

âHaaaaa? Is that so?â the Rogues vindictively pursued the path laid out before them. âIf the Slapepaporhaloohaooors are supposed to be so superior to us, how come theyâre all but extinct now while the humans are thriving?â

âItâs because we ''are'' superior that itâs come to this. Long ago, long before this land was even inhabited by humans, when the Slapalahalapatus still thrived and ruled over it, we became so wise and advanced that we were able to read the words written in the essence of the universe by the creators of this world. And while we found perfect sense in all we could read and gained great knowledge from it, one fateful day, a strange word was found that no one could understand. Our greatest philosophers debated on it day and night, but we could still not find its meaning. The scandalous phenomenon spread like wildfire and quickly it was known across the whole world. Eventually everyone was drawn in the mystery and there was no Slapalahalapatus that wasnât concerned by the burning question. A school of thought existed among us that suggested finding the meaning of that word would explain the meaning of life. We started losing sleep over it. We wouldnât eat or drink. We wouldnât talk or relate or mate. We wouldnât work or make art or science. We could only think of the question of the quizzical word. One by one, we started all dying and in the end I was the only one left, drifting through eternity aloneâ.

â,,,â

ââ¦ Pfft, ahahahaha! They died because of a word! AHAHAHA!â

âYou think this is funny?!â the Slapalahalapatus yelled. âHow about ''you ''try and answer this universeâs most difficult question?â

âWell, maybe I canât answer it, but I wonât die over it if I donât! Pff fu huâ.

âWhy donât we amend that then? If you find the meaning of the word, I will spare you, I wonât eat you and let you go. Iâm even feeling generous today and will give you three chances. However, if you cannot, you shall all meet a gruesome deathâ.

âSo, you want us to find the meaning of that word?â

âYesâ.

âAnd if we fail, youâll kill usâ.

âYesâ.

âWell that sounds rad, whatâs the word then?â

âThe word isâ¦ ''appar''â.

âAppar?â

âApparâ.

âJust appar?â

âJust apparâ.

âKinda underwhelming after everythingâ.

âItâs still the worldâs most important word, despite what you think of itâ.

âOkay, so we get three chances? That should take some thoughtâ

âDoes it mean monkey?â

âNo, appar does not mean monkey. A hypothesis that it might was suggested by Rahapaparupato on the Forty-seven-thousand-thirty-second year After Appar, but it was definitively disproven six-hundred-twenty-eight years laterâ.

âJoe, donât waste our chances like that. We should take careful consideration before we provide any hypotheses. Do you even know how many chances we have to get it right if we spout word randomly?â

âI dunno. Five?â

âThat is wrong on so many levels I donât even know where to begin withâ.

âAlright then, if you know so much better, why donât you try with our second go?â

âHmmâ¦ Letâs see. I took Zotaxian for a semester in Rogue Academy and if I recall correctly they had a word apperia that meant serenity. Could this possibly be connected to appar, that is appar meaning serenity?â

âThat couldnât be. Appar is a true word of the essence of the universe; it has nothing to do with the false languages used by physical beings You only have one chance leftâ.

âOh Crux!â âGood going there Phil, you nailed thisâ.

âOh cut me the slack, please. If weâre going to die soon, I donât want your whining to be the last thing I hearâ.

âHmm. If we even found the right meaning, though, how would you know? You donât know the right one either, so how can you judge?â the only Rogue who hadnât ventured a guess so far spoke up.

âI have studied the matter thoroughly. In the impossible scenario that you get it right, then it would click and everything would make sense. I would knowâ.

âI seeâ, Roger then whispered to his comrades. âIâve got this. Follow my leadâ.

âSo, youâve studied this so well youâd know instantly if it was right. Thatâs pretty apparingâ.

âWhat did you just say? Why did you say that word?â

âOh, you didnât realise? So, you still havenât figured it out, even though we know already. How apparingâ.

âWhat? No! But you donât know. You canât possibly have figured it out!â

âDude, donât appar me like that. You canât just go in denialâ.

âYouâre lying, youâre just trying to fool me!â

âWaitâ¦ are you telling me you were apparing me earlier on when you said youâd know if I figured it out?â

âPersonally, Iâm pretty apparredâ, Joe interjected, having realised what Roger was doing.

âOf course I can tell. Speak the meaning and Iâll judgeâ.

âHe canât even appar the meaning himself when heâs supposed to be such an apparing creature. I donât know what to thinkâ, Phil also caught on.

âOf courseâ¦ of course I canâ¦ appar it. I know the meaning, too. Itâs not possible you would have realised it before I did. I can use the word, too. Itâsâ¦ itâs very apparing to find out what this word means. Oh my Appar. I just used the word in a sentence. More than onceâ¦ This meansâ¦ This meansâ¦â

âWhat does it mean?â

âI finally understand. Everything is clear now. I have discovered the meaning of appar. What has eluded me and my kind for so long, I now can grasp and I can say: itâs the most apparing meaning. I am so appared to finally find out. I got through the loneliness and madness long ago and came to peace with myself, but my only regret was that I couldnât ever know what appar meant. And now that I know, I can finally rest in appar. I am grateful, three friends. For although you are humans, this apparment would not have been possible without you. You helped me see the appar and as such I will let you live. Farewell, three humans and may we appar againâ.

With its final words said the Slapalahalapatus was covered in a bright white light that filled all of their vision. Then as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished, the Slapalahalapatus going with it, not without leaving its mark, though, of all the surrounding trees burning.

âWell, that actually workedâ¦ Neatâ.

âDo you actually know what appar meant?â

âNo ideaâ.

âHey, weâve got a camp fire now. Appar!â




âThe end!â Phil finished with a satisfied look on his face.

âDude, this isnât a scary story! Itâs called what we were doing two hours agoâ, Joe objected.

âI donât know, it was pretty scary when it happenedâ.

âWell yeah, but not now after itâs over. And definitely not as a story repeated so quickly afterâ.

âItâs pretty weird though. If there was something so dangerous in these woods, one would expect command would have picked up on it and sent someone investigate. It appars me reallyâ, Roger contemplated.

âWell, never mind that. How about a scary story of yours? You do have one, right? After asking for our own?â

âNaturally, my dear friend Joe. And my story is called ''The Most Haunted House of the Century''â.



===The Most Haunted House of the Century===



It was a night of Halloween Eve âor I guess you might call it early Halloweenâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods searching for water. They were out of food and water and as the night advanced, their thirst grew more and more.

Iâm getting a feeling of deja vu.

Just listen to the story and youâll see.

The three soldiers were getting desperate to drink something and they wondered if it was right to have sent their other comrade to find water alone, even though theyâd just made him gather firewood only to make a new camp fire by themselves. But they all hated work, so worth it. Especially seeing as Ned came back then and for once wasnât useless.

âHey guys, you wonât believe what I found!â the Rogue spoke excitedly as he appeared from the trees.

âIs it water?â

âNo, itâs even better!â

Oops, spoke too soon.

âIf itâs not water, Iâm not interestedâ, Joe looked angry.

âBut guys, you must see this. Thereâs a house in the middle of the forest!â

âIs a house built in a forest so weird?â Phil asked.

âIf it was built in it, no. But this one seems to have crashed a few trees under it, like it appeared on top of them out of nowhereâ.

âThatâsâ¦ apparingâ.

âApparing?â

âSounds worth checking out. Since weâre here anyway, we probably should do as much as to report thisâ.

âIsnât this anyone elseâs job?â Joe complained.

âNo actually this is exactly what we signed up forâ.

âI donât remember thatâ, Roger responded. âBut a magical house sounds fun, letâs do thisâ.

Roger said that, however, not knowing about the old legend of the haunted wandering house. The story goes that there once was a scary strong wizard that one did not want to see cross. When he got mad, he would summon storms or put forests on fire, or worst of all turn you into a wooden squirrel. Living in his magical house that wandered the land on its own,he terrorised it for many years, but eventually even he was slain by a chivalrous hero. However, his house that leaped from place to place still waited for him to return, not knowing that he never would. Embodying the spirit of waiting, it attracted the ghosts of many dead housewives who in their life had to deal with their husbands always away from home. Their merging with the dark and mysterious magics cast into the house from the wizard itself, the haunted wandering house was born: always appearing in dark places across the land, presenting itself to the unassuming, it opens its doors and accepts the weary passersby into its deceptively warm interior. But when it tests its guests and finds them not to be the one itâs looking for, it always with no exception kills them and no one hears of them again. Itâs said that most of all it likes to appear before sailors, travellers and adventurers to satisfy the vengeful spirits haunting it.

That very house is what the four Rogues came upon that night, led by Ned. As described, it lay on top of a couple of trees, crashed by its weight. Coloured black and grey, it was surrounded by an eerie green aura. The Rogues gazed at it in awe and fear, unsure how to proceed.

âSo, what do we do now?â

âI guess we go in?â

âDo we have to?â

âWe canât just come all the way here and not check insideâ.

âFiiineâ.

And so the four Rogues enteredâ¦ And they never came out again. They were never seen again. And no one knows what happened to them.




â...â

âIs that it?â

âYou want more?â

âNo, itâs just itâs kind of stupidâ.

âWhat, you didnât like it?â

âDonât get me wrong, it definitely had that spooky potential, but it lacked in execution. The ending especially needed more workâ.

âEveryoneâs a critic, these days. Letâs see if you still have that attitude if you meet the wandering houseâ.

âAs if that kind of thing existsâ.

âHey guys, Iâm back!â

In the thick of their conversation as they were, the three Rogues hadnât noticed Ned approaching them. In their scary-story-affected mood, everyone jumped up from the surprise appearance.

âCrux, Ned, you scared the brick out of me! Donât creep on us like that!â

âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâ.

âWell, never mind that, whereâs the water?â Joe eyed his friend thirstily.

âI didnât find any, but Iâve got the next best thingâ.

âWaiiitâ¦ What is it?â Phil asked.

âItâs a house! Imagine that, a house in a forest!â âA house?â Philâs voice rose a few octaves, but he wasnât the only one who looked shocked.

âShow usâ, Roger instructed.

âWow, I didnât expect you guys to be so interested. I thought youâd say mean things againâ.

âJust take us thereâ, Joeâs voice was a little shaky.

As asked, Ned led them to his findings. And truly they found a house resting upon some fallen trees. It was made of wood and stone and its walls were crooked. There was a chimney on the roof, but no smoke came out of it, only the eerie mist that surrounded the entire building. The Rogues stared at in fear for a while, wondering if it really was what they thought it was. Then, the final drop came when all of a sudden, the houseâs door opened all on its own. This was all the three friends needed and they all together started running away, screaming in fear lest the house eat them. For everybody knows that when encountered with the mysteries of the other side, being as loud as you can is sure to keep you safe.

The three Rogues ran all the way out of the forest and back to base, where they were later punished for bailing with double the work for the Halloweâen Candy Harvest. Only Ned was left behind wondering what had scared his friends so much. He thought he should follow behind them, so they wouldnât get separated, but as he started walking away, he only got a glimpse of it with the edge of his eye and never was able to confirm it: a blonde woman appeared out of the trees and moving swiftly entered the house, the door closing behind her. And Ned never saw her again. . .

==The Tale of Boo==
Gather round children, I've got a story for you Four soldiers once walking in the forest of Boo In there they were greeted by scary old trees Under which no one would sit to K-I-S-S kiss Deeper and deeper they ventured into the woods And the nasty aura always worsened their moods

The moon rose at night The dark grew in might

In the woods lived a lone ghost named Steve He laughed for the day was All Hallow's Eve The spirits had risen and doomed their fate For the foolish soldiers had taken the bait Receiving a signal of colours black and red Too bad their comrade was already dead

As time went on, the four men started to chat Scared they were not, of the occasional bat Ted said he wanted a coffee with cream That's when they all heard an unearthly scream Frightened they panicked, they run their hearts a-beating As they realised their time on earth was fleeting

In midst of the fright The clock struck midnight

And out of nowhere they were stopped by a sudden house Scared witless they entered like in the trap does the mouse Ancient it looked, and in riches abundant Everything went wrong when Ted touched a pendant From all around there was a sound of creaking And doors everywhere went rampant, mad as the king

The soldiers were then trapped with locked all the doors Right before the appearance of a spectral fiery horse It charged against Ted, now he's down for the count Stomped as he was by the nightmarish mount Then walked in a man by hand holding his head Looking at the horrified group that's what he said

"Welcome travellers, how do you do? Brave you are to enter in the forest named Boo Please join me and together let's dine I'm sure to your liking you'll find my wine But know this, just like your friend By morning, there's no escape, you all will be dead"

The three remaining run completely terrified They hoped their fate they somehow defied John saw a window and thought he found a way When he jumped out he saw of hope a ray But when he landed he faced the headless rider A quick swing and the blood spilled like cider

Off with his head Now John's all red

Bill and Robin the mansion also fled Using a catapult made out of a bed When Bill saw little lights he quickly followed And the Will-O-Wisps gladly showed him the road But that decision's moment he would come to rue When the screen would declare: he was eaten by a grue

Robin the forest wandered for a while The dangers he avoided bearing a smile But then appeared Steve and called "Do not be alarmed I come here in peace, I am not armed Let me help you for with you I've got no beef" Yet when Robin lowered his guard, Steve pushed him off a cliff

Down in void he fell As dawn's rang the bell

Please don't cry children, it was well-deserved For the soldiers were Rogues and thedude they all served Just then in the first morning light dose The spirits of All Hallow's Day rose With a new addition among them: the soldiers felt blue As the story ended with four more residents of the forest of Boo

==On Flight on All Hallowâs Day==



âMan, this is the worstâ, the Rogue declared with a dramatic raise of his arms.

âI guess we deserve it at this pointâ¦ We should have made sure not to get caughtâ, his friend replied with a sigh.

âStill, isnât Captain being a little too cruel? He said weâd do double the work, but weâre basically doing everyoneâs and the rest are chillingâ, the third one complained also.

Three Paradox Rogues were walking down the road of a little village in the outskirts of Morcia. No matter its insignificance in the larger scheme of things, however, there was no exception to the law and thedudeâs dues had to be collected in places small and big. As such, in a background of mixed festivities with people dressed in costumes of ghosts, skeletons and Barney, with fires being lit up here and there and effigies being built and carried around; in the chaos of all things, it was unclear if everyone was celebrating or protesting ârioting even; in this background, Joe, Phil and Roger were carrying their bags of harvest, filled with candy.

âCanât we take a break?â Joe asked.

âYou know weâve got to finish this before the end of the dayâ, Phil reminded.

âItâs already past midnight anyway, the even should technically be over, letâs rest for a whileâ, Roger countered.

âFineâ¦â

The three of them stopped by the likeness of a child dressed in a ghost costume being burnt in the middle of the road, using its fire to warm themselves in the chilly night of nearing winter.

âItâs getting quieter at least, graduallyâ, Phil tried to find the silver lining.

âI would have expected the kids to go home a long time ago honestly. Are their parents okay with letting them go wild like that?â Joe wondered.

âYou know itâs like this every year. Does our job so much harderâ.

âBy the way, where is Ned? Did he get lost again?â Roger remembered their other comrade.

âLast I saw him, I think he was being chased out by an old ladyâ.

âWhere did he get to, that slacker?â

âThat means more work for usâ¦ Worst Halloweâen everâ¦â Joe complained once again.

âTechnically, itâs All Hallowâs Day alreadyâ.

âHmm, actually, I donât think thatâs the worst. My cousin Rowen told me a story of what happened to him last year and it sounds no fun at allâ.

âOh and what story was that?â

âLetâs seeâ¦ Let me try and remember thatâ.

 

''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 11:12, Log 1




Hello, this is Jack speaking. Official Record Keeper and the best one at that. Though itâs my first time doing it actually. Captain entrusted that to me when we started the journey. This is the sixth day by the way. Oh, you might be wondering why this is the first log, even though itâs the fourth dayâ¦ I kinda forgotâ¦ But itâs all good. Iâm nailing it from now on. Iâve been chosen for this job for my well-suited skill-set, not because the rest of the crew was too bored to do it, as ''some ''suggest.

Oh but at this point I suppose I should introduce the crew! Weâve got the Captain, and you donât want to mess with her. Best captain you could get. Even though she got second place in the West Britay Best Rogue Captain competition, that thing was rigged. No one really likes Captain Barthooker. Whatâs that? I didnât say her name, ah yes. Captain is Captain Elisabeth Viscooky. Donât tell her her name sounds like cookie, though. I imagine sheâd give you two days of mopping for that. Not that I would know for any reason in particular, of course.

Then, weâve got Mr. Svee, the first mate. No one really knows his full name, so we just call him Mr. Svee. Heâs really strong and scary. Everyone respects him, but Iâm kinda afraid to talk to him.

We also have Kibo. Heâs the navigator and pilot. Really knows how to fly straight. And what all these blinking lights and buttons do. So, he must be a genius. And uh, his last name, right? His last name is Ukhozi.

Then thereâs me, Jack. General duties, Official Record Keeper and life of the party. Very talented, graduated Rogue school top of my class, likes country music and puppies. For the ladies, you can hit me up on the email jackknowsgreatnames@thundermail.milt.

Thereâs also Jill whoâs new. We picked her up recently when we started this mission. Apparently, sheâs going to help us with magic consultation or something. Sheâs a sorceress, but this new type that actually knows sorcery, too. Seems pretty cool, but kinda serious. Somewhat aloof. I think Rowen has a crush on her though.

Speaking of Rowen, heâs the other member of the crew. He works on engineering stuff in case anything breaks. Heâs also my best friend and single, if anyoneâs interested.

And this is all of us. Yeah, I know. Small crew, but thatâs because every one of us is worth ten people. Except Fredâ¦ Fred is terrible at everything. Iâm not sure why weâve got him aboard. Oh right! I forgot to mention Fred. Yeah, heâs also a crewmemberâ¦ Anyway, what was I saying? Ah right, weâre all great. Has nothing to do with our division getting budget cuts because our works have been fruitless so far.

You ask what weâre working on? Well, thatâs kinda classified, but maybe I could tell just you, you know between you and me confidentially, that kind of thing. Donât let it slip to anyone else. Weâre basically exploring the horizons, looking for more lands. You know what they say: thedudeâs not conquered everything if thereâs more of everything to conquer. Sadly, no oneâs been able to find anything before, but thatâs actually all the better, because it means ''I ''get to go on this mission. And itâs pretty fun. You knowâ¦ We get isolated from everyone else. See ocean on all sides every dayâ¦ Stay enclosed within the same four walls all the timeâ¦. . . Okay, itâs not the best, but Iâve got my best mates with me, right? Rowen, Jill?

What are you doing?

Iâm recording a log for our mission.

Iâm not sure what exactly youâre up to, but youâre probably doing it wrong.

Hey Rowen, youâre with me right? You get what Iâm saying!

Always, bro!

Thatâs what Iâm talking about bro! See, Jill?

I donât see anything, youâre not making any sense.

In any case, letâs continue. You see, itâs because weâre exploring like that that our journeyâs been taking so long. Normally spaceships like this would get anywhere really fast, but weâve got to actually check the whole landscape or well seascape to look for any land, so progress is slow. Fredâs been saying we wonât find anything since no else has before anyway, but who listens to Fred? After all, Mr. Svee did say that some of the previous expeditions never came back and if they got lost, then there must be somewhere they got lost in and we should find that.

So far weâve not found anything either though. Itâs all been water so far. At least we actually get to travel over it, rather than on it, because I get seasick pretty easily. Not like Fred who gets spacesick, too. Or is it airsick?

Hey Rowen, if youâre flying in a spaceship, but flying in the air, is it spacesick or airsick?

Itâs one of the questions of the ages.

Yo, is it both at the same time?

Itâs like SchrÃ¶dingerâs sickness.

Wouldnât it just be airsick, because itâs whatâs causing the sickness whatâs important, that being travelling in the air?

No, boo. Bad Jill. You donât understand the complicated things.

Yeah, Jill, donât be like Fred.

No one wants to be like a Fred.

Whatâs wrong with Fred, he seems like a nice gu-

Nooooo! Fredâs terrible, have you not seen Fred?

Yeah you canât honestly believe Fred is competent at anything.

Fred is bad.

Fred is bad.

Fred is frad?

Fred is Fred.

Oh man, sick burn.

And with that we complete todayâs log. To summarise: weâre the crew, weâre searching for thing, Fred is bad.

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 17:32, Log 2'''

 

Weâve hit a bit of a delay. Weâre changing course. Apparently, Kibo just noticed we were off course of where we were headed. Never thought Kibo would make a mistake like that. Weâve been on the wrong path, too much to the south, for hours. Iâve not heard of Kibo doing anything like it before. Weird. Guess he must be tired, too, after all this water for six days straightâ¦

Then again, Fred told me all that, so itâs probably nonsense. No way that man knows whatâs going on right.

Well, at least weâre headed the right way now, towards the west. Captain did mention some numbers or coordinates or something, but I donât really remember them. All will be good and hopefully weâll discover new lands in time for breakfast tomorrow.

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 23:47, Log 3'''

 

Man, I could really do with some soda right now.

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission sixtee- ah got it wrongâ¦'''

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:43, Log 4'''

 

Damn, woken up early today. As if Iâve got a job to do or something. Whatâs it Jill? Stop staring at me like that. Anyway, no land found yet. And I also missed breakfast. Why did Captain have to lock the kitchen today?

Maybe itâs a not so subtle hint youâre supposed to wake up on time.

Listen to her, Rowen. Ridiculous, right?

Haha, all I know is I ate breakfast and you didnât. Sucks to be you.

No, the betrayal!

A- achoo!

Hmm? Whatâs it, Jill? You sick or something.

Nah, I donât think so. Maybe some allergy.

Is there anything on this ship to be allergic to?

You?

Oh man sick burn, she totally got you.

Dang it, I gotta give that to you. And thus we end this recording with Jill ahead of me for now, but will she maintain that score? Tune in next episode to find out.

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission aah 17, Date whatever, Log the next one after the previous one'''

 

Hello everyone. Itâs Rowen, your new host. Iâm sure youâll be happy to have gotten a much better-looking host nowâ¦ Though you canât really see me with these. But my voice is greater, too.

Anyway, for things to log.

Jack is a nerd.

Fred is bad.

Itâs hard to read Captain, but I think I might have seen a slight smile in the morning when Jack was upset about breakfast. So, maybe sheâs happy today.

Jill is still pretty.

Day thirty-one of losing arm-wrestles to Mr. Svee. Gonna get him some day.

Oh uh and speaking of Jill. She said she had a strange itch earlier today and when I suggested I scratch her if itâs hard to reach, she merely shot me down, didnât hit me. So, I think thatâs going well.

Oi Rowen, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, Jackâs coming, gotta go. Over!

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:22, Log what was the last number, Rowen?'''

 

I think youâre doing that wrong, Rowen. Youâre only supposed to say that when using a walkie-talkie.

I mean you can walk with this right?

Not the same thing. Anyway, who gave you permission to use ''my'' journal, ah I mean log.

I just did it, yo.

Hmmâ¦ Well, canât argue with that.

Hey guys, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, itâs Fred. Run, run, go, go, go!

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 18:56, Log 7'''

 

I was telling Rowen, and I think all of you listeners at home will agree, that he should just go for it and ask Jill out, but then he says he canât when the mood in the shipâs so bad, itâs killing his groove. So, I ask him whatâs wrong. And he says that he overheard Kibo and Captain arguing. What are they arguing about, I ask. Apparently, Kibo fell asleep overnight and hit the wrong button or something and sent the ship the wrong way going right bast east towards home. Kibo denied it, saying he was up all night and never did he turn the ship around and he doesnât understand what happened. So, Captainâs mad at him for making a mistake twice, but also not admitting it. She told him to go sleep, because heâs too tired to fly properly and Kibo got annoyed saying it wasnât true at all.

Anyway, Captain took over the controls and weâre back on track now, but I wonder what happened to Kibo. Heâs been a perfect pilot in all our past ventures. Maybe heâs homesick.

Yo, Rowen, what do you think?

Probably he talked to Fred too much and caught incompetence.

Oh thatâs rightâ¦ Thatâs probably it.

Hmm. I donât know, thereâs definitely something weird about this. Iâve been feeling a bit off since a while ago. Maybe thereâs something else at play.

Like what?

Maybe a rebelâs curse. But thatâs just a guess. I think I should probably go study. Tell people not to bother me.

Hey, Rowen, whatâs up with Jill?

Donât know, Jack. But thatâs what girls are like. A mystery.

I can hear you! I told you what was wrong!

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 20:56, Log 8'''

 

Itâs getting late now, so itâs hard to see, but Mr. Svee said he saw mist ahead on the telescope, so weâve all been wondering if that means anything. If we should approach or avoid it. Captain asked for Jill to look into it with her voodoo magic or whatever, but sheâs been cooped up in her room and doesnât come out. I tried to peek in at some point and she was in some sort of meditative stance with weird make-up on her face and candles lit all around. Iâll never understand those sorcerers.

In any case, with her like that, weâve pretty much no choice to just go in and investigate it. I wonder what weâll find. If anything. It might just be boring old mist. Well, weâll find out in a few hours.

 
''S''''tubbornness'', Mission seventeeaaaaah, something something something 4:28, Log 9'''

 

Iâm thirsty.

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 10'''

 

Ah, woken up early today, damn. Why Captain, why? I almost missed breakfast, too. Itâs a new day today and hmm, whatâs that? Computerâs got the wrong date for some reason, says the 15th. Weird. Iâll tell Rowen to come and fix it later. Ah, this headache is killing me. Iâll end this entry early now.

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 10:42, Log 11'''

 

Maaan, what is this? I ask Rowen to fix the computer for me and he says no, because somethingâs got Jill spooked up and heâd rather stay with her. Man! Itâs bros before hoes, ya know? Iâd get it if Jill actually what she was so scared of, but she said she doesnât know! Thatâs weird, right? So, now Iâm stuck with Fred trying to fix it, like what?

Hi guys!

Donât make it worse, Fred.

Whoâre you talking to? Any friends back home?

Fred, you know weâre not allowed to contact people outside of this ship without authorisation.

Ah right. So, anyway about this computerâ¦ Have you tried turning it off and on again?

Oh dammit.

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Official Record Keeperâs Log, Star Date whatever'''

 

I was on my way to ask Mr. Svee to fix my computer, but then I met Captain and Kibo in the halls having the weirdest conversation. Captain was asking Kibo why the ship was all overturned, but then Kibo said it couldnât have been his fault, because in the early morning it was Captain flying the ship. But thatâs weird, I donât remember Captain taking over. And she too was confused about it. They then simply went and fixed the shipâs course, but Iâm not sure whatâs going on and neither are they. I wonder if Kiboâs cursed.

 

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission the one we got, Date today, around one, Log 13'''
 

Now Jillâs taken to going around in a weird costume with a censer, burning incense and sprinkling water. She says itâs some kind of ceremonial dress. I think she might end up short-circuiting something, but Rowen isnât stopping her. I think he might just like the costume though.

Captain also seems to think we should just let the sorceress do her thing. Maybe itâs cause thereâs such a strange mood over the ship today, because normally I donât think sheâd be that accepting. I did catch Mr. Svee giving her an unconvinced look, though.

What a day.

 
''S''''tubbornness'', blah blah blah, Log 14, Status report'''

 

It appears through our combined efforts, Fred, Mr. Svee and I haveâ¦ crashed my computer. Itâs not opening any more, dammit. Oh, but also it looks like the date problem involves all our computers. Did we get hacked?

 
''S''''tubbornness'' pays off! Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 14:53, Log 15'''

 

WE HAVE SEEN LAND! I repeat! We have seen land! I was just informed Mr. Svee saw it on the telescope. Looks like an island. Itâs overcast with mist apparently and thereâs a storm on the horizon, but weâre all too excited. Weâve discovered new land, actual land. The mission is a success! Weâre all eager to see it from up close and explore it, so weâll attempt to land. A storm should be no problem for our ship.
 

''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:09, Blog 16'''

 

Hello everybody and welcome back to the Official Record Blog. Today we will be interviewing the crew of the ship Stubbornness. I have with me right now a man by the name Rowen, would you like to tell us what youâre doing right now?

Maintenance on the engines.

Ah splendid. And will that be important for landing on the island?

Itâs important for everything.

I see, I see. And tell us, Mr. Rowen, what are you excited for in light of the upcoming exploration?

Hmmâ¦ I wonder if thereâll be any good food there.

Donât we all? You know what they say, they donât pay for luxury in the Rogues.
 

Next is Miss Jill. What would you like to say to the audience, Jill?

Aaaaah. Donât poke sleeping dragons?

Awfully specific, but will do. Would you care to explain what youâre doing?

Iâm preparing an enchantment for the blessing of this ship.

For those of you at home who canât see, Jill is currently standing on one leg, reaching for her head with the other and juggling some mysterious bags of dried leaves with her hands. Impressive, I know, but kids donât try this at home.

Itâs actually a lot more complicated than what Jack just explained.

You heard it right from the source folks.

And anything youâre looking forward to now that weâll be landing?

Hmm, I guess Iâd like to see what the landscape is like.

What a nerd.

Hey! And here I am being nice, humouring you.

How very uncharacteristic of you. But thatâs all the time weâve got for you, Iâm afraid. Youâll have to file your complaints next time.

As if Iâm coming on this show again another timeâ¦

Youâve acknowledged it as a show now, you canât take this back, ha ha ha ha!

No wait Jack, come back!

 

Haha and now that weâve gotten to trick Jill, let us proceed to the next person. Kibo, would you like to-

Hey, who let you in here? Be quiet, Iâm trying to focus now, weâll be entering the storm soon.

And so-

Get out of here!

 

Alas, the last thing didnât work out, but weâve got more people to interview. Mr. Svee what would you like to tell the audience?

Hrmph.

Ah, very eloquently said.

And what are you doing there?

Preparinâ. Landinâ.

Ah, I seeâ¦ And what is something youâd like to do once we land?

â¦ Fishinâ

Very nice. Maybe youâd like a fishing partner once you do.

No.

Ahâ¦ Okay. Then, I believe this part of the interviewing process is over. On to the next person!

 

Hey Captain, what-

What in Crux are you doing, Jack?

Interviewing?

Why?

As part of my logging dutiesâ¦

Haaaâ¦ Iâll let you off this once, because weâre all excited todayâ¦ But donât you go doing stupid stuff like that again, you hear me?

Yes, maâam!

 

And thus sadly this interview comes to an end, but hopefully youâve all come to know our crew members a little better. Thatâs all of them after all.

Hey, what about me?

What about you Fred?

Wonât you interview me?

No.

 

Log 17

 

Hem hemâ¦ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

WE JUST ENTERED THE STORM AND I DONâT KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, BECAUSE ITâS VERY LOUD, BUT DAMN WAS THAT SUDDEN ROAR OF THUNDER SCARY!

 

Log 18

 

Welcome back. Iâve sought out a more soundproof place, so that you can hear my voice without screaming. The storm has proven to be stronger than we expected. Kiboâs fighting it out right now, so that weâre not overtaken by the winds, but itâs fine, this kind of thing happens sometimes. Iâve got to say though I really am glad weâre in a waterproof airtight ship cause itâs chaos out there. I looked out a window and could barely see anything beyond the drops of rain. Or the hail. Yes, there seems to be hail also.

Rowen and Jill are here with me in the closet, looking for warm clothes and blankets. Itâs gotten pretty cold suddenly. And Captain doesnât want to raise the thermostatâs temperature. Something about saving energy. I donât really get it, weâve got enough fuel to go on for thrice as much and still be able to come back, but Captain is Captain, I suppose. At least, it means Jill changed out of her ridiculous outfit.

 

Log 19

 

And the storm just got stronger. You can hear the sound of hail hitting on the roof, canât you? I wonder if my voice will end up completely drowned out by the end of this.

Weâve got more people trying to stay warm in the closet now, under the piles of cloth available. Fredâs here and Mr. Svee stayed for a while before he went back to. Captain and Kibo are in the cockpit though trying to keep control of the ship. The stormâs making it harder to land safely, but they should be able to make it soon if they work together.

Iâll just stay in the closet though. Incidentally, the closet also happens to be the emergency room for some reason âI think it was a form of budget cuts. However, itâs not that Iâm scared. Iâm just here toâ¦ guard the clothes. Itâd be a shame if something happened to them. What would Jill do if she lost any other potential weird outfits?

My outfits arenât weird.

Itâs not the time for that, Jill! Erm hem, where was I? Ah yes. So, as you can see Rowen and Jill are lucky to have me with them. I can protect them as well as the clothes.

 

Log 20

 

Nope, not doing it. Better to just pull out, they said. We wouldnât be able to go out anyway if we landed, so itâs better if we just wait it out from outside.

The jolts are getting more violent and Rowenâs kinda scared. Ha ha, heâs such a kid. Iâm not scared at all myself of course.

 
Lo- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

 

The shipâs gone out of control. Weâre spinuwauwawanniiiingâ¦!

I think Iâm going to hurl!

Please donât!

Ah, Mr. Svee, what do we do?!

Brace for impact! Weâre falling!

 

I think Iâve gotta go now. The shipâs gone underwater and there might be damage to the hull.

Mr. Sveeâs hit his head.

Oh no, is he all right?

Heâs breathing, but it might be a concussion.

Fred, take care of him, weâve got to go.

 

 

Ahâ¦ This is Rowen speaking. I found Jackâs recorder on the floor, so Iâve picked it up now. If these are going to be the last moments of our lives, we might as well leave something behind of them. The emergency lights just went on after a power failure, but for a while it was dark and I lost Jill. I got separated from Jack earlier when the seaweed monsters were chasing us.

You see, we fixed the parts of the hull that had been breached, or so we thought. But then it turned out some kind of moving, crawling seaweeds had gotten in along with the water. They tried to strangle Jack, but we cut them off him. Then, they started amassing together to form bigger figures that chased us.

I think Iâve lost them for now, but thatâs not the only problem right now. Iâve come up to a window and that sound we heard earlierâ¦ Huge tentacles seem to be wrapped around the ship. What the heck is this? Are we gonna die? I donât wanna die. This is stupid.

 

Hi, itâs me again. Iâve come up to the cockpit door. I tried to open it, but it wouldnât badge. Then, I noticed the seaweeds on it. Iâm afraid to touch it. Captain and Kibo might be in danger, thoughâ¦ Iâll try knocking.

Hello? Hello? Anybody in? Theyâre not answering, but the seaweeds are starting to stir. They might already beâ¦ Either way, I donât think I can help them. I hopeâ¦ I hope. I gotta go!

 

Whoa! Jill is awesome! She just came out of nowhere and burnt some seaweeds to a crisp. Never underestimate sorcerers. Thanks Jill, you saved me.

No problem, but what are you doing at such a time?

Never mind that, we should try to find the others and stick together.

 

We just found Jack struggling with a bunch of fish that had gotten in through another hole. We got him away, but I donât know if we can fight all these fish. Theyâre pretty big and they look hungry and thereâs all this water coming in.

Letâs just run!
 

Haha! This was so cool. Jack just smashed a sea snakeâs head with a bat. Not sure where he even got it. Saved Jill that way. Iâm starting to think we might just make it. Soon weâll get to the armoury to get our weapons.

 

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

Weâve been thrown! Weâve been thrown! The tentacles have thrown us! Weâre all gonna die, weâre all gonna die! Weâll start falling soon and then we will die.

â¦

Hey guys when are we gonna start falling?

I donât know, I figured itâd start happening right about now, but honestly it feels like weâre still.

Weird.

So weâre not gonna die?

Greetings.

AH! Itâs something!

KILL IT WITH FIRE! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Wait, itâs a person!

How did he get here? How did you get here? Are you an enemy? Ha! Are you a sea person?

I am not-

Down with sea people! Iâm not going down so easily, youâll only kill me over my dead body.

What?

As I was saying-

How can he kill you over your dead body? That doesnât seem physically possible.

Thatâs why it would only happen over my dead body.

What?

No, no, heâs got a point.

Silence!

Ah right, intruder. Sorry, weâre not used to dealing with that. Honestly, you find us in a bit of an uncomfortable time.

I know, thatâs why Iâm here.

To finish us off?

No, Iâm here to help you.

Help us? Who even are you?

Who am I? I suppose you could call me Thorn.

Well, Thorn, Iâm sure youâre a very finely-dressed gentleman, but I donât know if you can really help us. Weâre kind of in an impending doom situation.

Oh donât worry. Little Thorn has his ways. All I need is a word from you and I can make all your problems go away.

That sounds like an internet scam.

Whatâ¦ is an internet?

Never mind that, what Iâm sure Jack meant to say is we have absolute trust in your ability to help us, but why would you do that?

Oh, cannot a man help some poor fellows out of the kindness of his heart? Youâre lucky itâs the Hallowed Day. I saw you poor souls battling the storm and I couldnât help it my heart was moved. So, you see I want to help you. But whether or not I do depends entirely on you. I simply need you to agree to the terms.

Terms, what terms?

Oh, itâs but a simple thing. You neednât worry at all. Letâs say that you will just owe me a favour afterwards. Itâs no big deal, right? A favour in exchange for your lives. It seems like a good bargain to me.

Hmm. A favour that we know nothing about and could be anything and which you can ask at any time in the future, possible with greatly adverse effects to our lives? I donât know about that. So, make it one favour in exchange of our livesâ¦ ''plus ''one soda.

I can do that.

Cool.

Itâs a deal then?

Itâs a deal.

â¦

Hey, where did he go?

Oh man, I wanted a soda, too.

Wait, are we falling now?

AAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

 

Hello, everyone! This is Fred speaking. I just found the guys and a soda unconscious in a pool of water. I pulled them out, but Iâm not sure what to do with the soda, what do yâall think? I donât know if Jack would be mad that I used his recorder thingy, but heâs unconscious right now, so I couldnât ask and I thought someone should record this. You know, like a commemorative photo.

There was a lot of shaking, but in the end it seems we made it out and weâre currently floating out in the open sea, but under clear sky. Hmm. Now that I mentioned that, why were we in a storm in the first place? I donât seem to remember at the moment. But my new friend Thorn is telling me not to worry about it, so Iâll probably do that.

 

''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 29'''

 

Wow, log 29? When did we get to such a high number? I only remember recording likeâ¦ three. Speaking of which, when did it become November 2nd? Iâd swear it was like October 31st today? Is the computer broken, orâ¦ Oh man, did I miss Halloweâen? I was gonna harvest some candy from Rowen. Hmm. I do feel like something did happen recently, but I canât quite recollect it any more. Hey Rowen! Do you remember what we were doing the past two days?

Aaaah. Werenât we flying like always? Or ratherâ¦ I think we found something? But no, I would remember something like that. Hmm, the more Iâm trying to think about it the more itâs eluding me. Anyway, wonât you hurry? Youâll miss breakfast at this rate. New rules today onwards.

What? I canât miss that!

 

...nd Rowen, can I ask you something?

Hang on a moment, Jill, first I gotta:

''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:32, Log 30'''

Do you have to record everything?

I was thinking. You know how back home weâve got this daily vlogger thing where they record their whole daily life to show people. Maybe we could do something like that, too.

That soundsâ¦ terrible. But never mind that, what was I talking about?

You were about to ask something.

Ah thanks Rowen. What was it again? I thinkâ¦ right. Do you guys feel like something is wrong? Like something is missing?

Mmm. I donât really know what youâre talking about.

Like, am I the only one whoâs getting a headache when trying to think about what we did the past few days?

Why would we all get a headache together? Do you have something contagious?

No, I guess youâre right. What I was saying was unreasonable. Did we do anything out of the ordinary lately, you feel?

Out of the ordinary? Nah, these were the most common days weâve had really. I did like an interview, right? I think. And then you wore a cosplay. Maybe thatâs what youâre thinking of.

Cosplay? I donât remember that, butâ¦ maybe? I guess one of the two of you convinced me to try something like that.

Then, that settles it, that must have been it. I do also remembering seeing you in a costume.

You must have been too embarrassed and repressed the memory.

Or maybe you hit your head during that huge storm that we went into?

What are you talking about Fred? What storm?

Ehhhâ¦ Not really sure.

Silly Fred, what are you trying to confuse us for? Well, I guess as they say Fred is bad.

Yessss! Jill knows it, too!

Fred is bad.

Fred is Fred.

Fred is happy that heâs got pals like you lot?

Youâre even bad at ''this'', Fred?

 

''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 9:05, Log 31'''

 

Ah, Captain just debriefed us. Apparently, weâre going back home. The shipâs sustained too much damage to risk travelling any further. When did the ship get damaged again? Hmm. Maybe we hit birds while I was sleeping or something like that. Anyway, looks like this series is going to be coming to an end soon, but donât you worry. Iâll still be here for the Stubbornnessâs next mission (probably). Now off to mopping, there seems to be a lot of water in the ship for some reason.

 

âAnd thatâs why you can always have a worse November 1stâ, Roger finished.

âI donât buy itâ.

âWhat?â

âI donât buy itâ, Joe repeated. âSeems like you made it all upâ.

âWhat are you talking about? Thatâs a real story that happened to my cousinâ.

âThen, your cousin is making it upâ.

âYeah, it doesnât make any sense. If they all forgot about it in the end, then how was your cousin able to tell you?â Phil commented.

âIt was still in the logs, you seeâ.

âSpeaking of, why did you tell the story like you were repeating the logs? That was so weirdâ.

âAnd who was that Thorn character?â

âWhat was that island?â

âWhy was there so much mystery around it?â

âWho knows? They never learnt. Thatâs why itâs a mysteryâ.

âWhy has no one heard of this story before? None of the expeditions ever reported successâ.

âBecause they also forgot the logsâ.

âSo, thatâs why Iâm sayingâ¦ it doesnât add up. If they forgot, then they couldnât have told you. And why do ''you'' remember in the first place? Youâre making it all upâ.

âFine, have it your way. I know whatâs true, I donât need your confirmationâ.

âHey guys Iâm back!â Ned suddenly appeared, looking rather dishevelled with branches and dirt all over him.

âAnd where have you been?â Phil asked.

âApparently, Iâve somehow become the local Raccoon crime lordâ, Ned explained.

âSee, I even believe Nedâs story more than I do youâ, Joe noted.

âOh thatâs so nice of youâ.

âShut up, Nedâ.

âAnyway, letâs get back to work. Thereâs still lots of candy to getâ.

And thus the three Renegade friends âand Nedâ continued along the road, leaving the warm fire behind. . .
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Stories by the Fire

2020-11-02T17:27:13Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter:

==Scary Stories on Halloweâenâs Eve==



Three Rogues were seated around a camp fire in a forest clearing, warming their hands from the nightâs cold even though if theyâd understood their suits slightly better, theyâd have known that they had settings that provided thermal insulation and internal heating.

âIâve got to say, though, volunteering to investigate this forest right before Halloweâen was the best idea weâve had in months. Just imagine all the other Rogues that will be waking up in just a few hours to get ready for the Candy Harvest and weâre here just chillingâ, Joe was satisfied.

âI wonder if itâs bad that weâre not really investigating the woods thoughâ, Phil was worried.

âCome on, itâs not like thereâs going to actually be anything hiding here. The mission was so low-priority it hadnât even been assigned to anyone for two weeks. Besides, Ned went out looking for water. That counts as investigating in my bookâ, Roger reassured him.

âYeah man, itâs heaven. We get to go camping and do nothing and just relax. Weâve got our camp fire and our marshmallows and we donât need to get back until the Candy Harvest is over. Itâs perfect!â Joe shared his enthusiasm.

âI supposeâ.

â...â, silence followed for a moment or two.

âItâs pretty cold, thoughâ, Roger finally said.

âAnd weâre out of marshmallowsâ, Joe pointed out, as he stuck the final marshmallow to his wooden stick.

âIâm getting thirsty after all the marshmallowsâ, Phil lamented as he looked over his shoulder for the umpteenth time to see if Ned was coming back. He wasnât.

âMan, this sucks!â Joe declared.

âItâs still four more hours till dawnâ, Roger checked the watch of his HUD. âIt wouldnât be so bad, if we could just sleepâ.

âAs we said, we canât do that. Leaving the camp fire unattended would be far too hazardousâ, Phil reminded him.

âAnd if only one of us stands watch, they may fall asleep, so itâs got to be all of usâ, Joe added.

âI knowâ¦ Itâs just wishful thinking. I wish time would fly fasterâ.

âOh hey, I know what we can do to pass time!â Joe suddenly exclaimed.

âIs it pumpkin seeds? Because weâre out of those, tooâ, Phil interjected.

âNo, not pumpkin seeds. We can tell scary stories!â

âScary stories?â Phil didnât sound that thrilled.

âOh, that seems like fun! You know any good ones, Joe?â

âYeah, I got one. Itâs about ''The Three Monsters of Thunderclap''...â



===The Three Monsters of Thunderclap===



Thereâs a legend in Thunderclap shared from Rogue to Rogue; it says three monsters are living in Thunderclap, in its dungeons deep. Warnings the elders give never in the dark corners to wander, else death by monster you might meet.

The first one, the oldest, they say is a giant badger zombie. Chained in its dark cell, thedudeâs commands it heeds only. Released in secret, every blue moon, to hunt down and find any enemies of thedude. You cannot defeat it, for in this land the title of the strongest it claims; so if itâs after you, running is the only way. Once a free badger, our king the monster cursed; the story warns: lest to a zombie you also are turned.

The second, most savage, is rumoured to be a half-man, half-lizard, half-machine kind of beast.

Thatâs one half too many.

Hey, get out of my story, Phil! Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the man-lizard-machine beast of doom.

Once aimed thedudeâs armies in war to lead, the poor lizard in its training went mad. Now everything in sight it has to kill with fire, a ruthless murderer with a kill count bigger than all of us three. Deep in the mountain now itâs hidden, where its deranged voice no one can reach. But when the kingâs angry, his minions have failed; he throws them to the pit, the monster to feed.

The third and final one, thedudeâs trusted assassin, a man with no head, wearing a carved pumpkin and carrying a sword. A cold light emits through its hollow eyes, but if you ever gaze upon its glow, know this, you soon will be dead. For the Jack-oâ-Lantern donât breath or sleep, it donât drink or eat. It never rests, always chases, youâll never shake it off. Wherever you go, itâll find you, through land, through sea, through forest and bog. One day youâll find youâve been stabbed by its sword.

So, if thereâs any message to be learnt from this story, never anger thedude, never fail his will. Donât rebel against him or your orders neglect. Or even you might find you are hunted by zombie or lizard or a pumpkin-head!




As Joe finished his story and with satisfaction noticed his comradesâ eyes were wide open and Phil was even looking around him for any signs of the Jack-oâ-lantern or the zombie badger, should they be after them because they werenât doing their duty. Joe, thinking he could capitalise on that state of mind, upon concluding his narration jumped up, flailing his arms around and shouting âBOO!â Both his friends jumped up in fear and Phil even screamed. Joe proceeded to laugh at their reactions.

âVery funnyâ, Roger said sarcastically as soon as he regained his composure. âDid you just make all that up to scare us because weâre not taking part in the Candy Harvest?â

âNo, actually the storyâs very true. Rather, the rumours really exist. Donât know if theyâre right thoughâ.

âSpooky. So, youâve got anything to pay Joe back, Phil?â

âHmmâ¦ Scary stories, ha? Weeellâ¦ Y- yeah, I do have one, hereâs how it goes: The Most Apparing Spooky Storyâ.



===The Most Apparing Spooky Story===



It was a night of All Hallowâs Eve Eve âor was it the early morning of All Hallowâs Eveâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods gathering more firewood. The fire was just about to go out and leave only embers behind, so the night was getting cold.

That sounds familiar.

Shut up, Roger!

âItâs getting coldâ, one of the Rogues, who were definitely not us, noted.

âWell no duhâ.

âNedâ, letâs call the fourth comrade by a random name, how about Ned? âwill be back with the firewood shortly and we can have a strong fire againâ .

âTell that to my freezing toesâ.

âMaybe we should go find Ned and help him. We ainât gaining anything out of freezing to death hereâ.

âI guess maybe we shouldnât have sent Ned alone when weâre all coldâ.

âGah! But finding Ned is work and gathering firewood is more work. I hate workâ.

âMe too, man, but what we gonna do?â

âAaaagh! I hate youâ

âFreeze to death, if you likeâ.

And so the three daring Rogues finally got off their butts and did something. Leaving behind the clearing they were in, they walked into uncharted territory, where there were no paths among the trees, looking for their missing friend. However, it was not long before an unforeseen encounter interrupted them.

Out of the darkness, an enormous beast suddenly rose and towered over them. If the Rogues were found and questioned about it later, theyâd probably not be able to agree on what exactly it looked like. One would say it had three lion heads and a whaleâs tail. One would point out how it had eyes all over and a gaping jaw-less mouth full of teeth, while the third would think it had blue-dotted bat-like wings, even though thatâs really stupid ''Joe''. What all three of them could agree on, though, is the thirty-seven abnormally long tentacles that extended out of its main body, three of which instantly seized them, flexibly wrapping around them several times.

âWho goes there, disturbing my sleep?â the monster spoke with a deep rough voice, like that of the earth.

âUuuuh, Joe, Roger and Philâ, random names of course.

âBleghâ, the eldritch horror said. âSimply humans. Iâll just eat you thenâ

âAaaah, no, please donât eat us. Please, spare us. Weâd very much appreciate it if you let us live!â

âAnd why would I do that? Youâre just some puny humans after all. I see no reason to pity my foodâ.

âBecause weâre both intelligent and itâd kind of be immoral to kill us?â

The creature made a sound that could have possibly been interpreted as laughter, âYou? Intelligent? Please! The humans do not at all compare to the true intelligence the Slapalahalapatus possessâ.

âThe Slapohippo-what?â

âSlapalahalapatus!â the aberration roared angrily. âSee! Itâs this kind of ignorance that sets barbarians such as you as just part of the food chain. Speech is no proof of intelligence or any common parrot would make the cut. Humans such as you cover the planets and think youâre the kings of the world even though you understand nothing of it, just because youâre everywhere, Microbes are also everywhere, but they are in control of nothingâ.

âHey, donât blame us for not knowing! If the Slapahupalos are such a big deal, then shouldnât we have heard more about them? Weâve heard stories and some of us even seen of bigger creatures before, but never of anything like youâ.

The ancient beast, so confident in its earlier words, now paused awkwardly. âAaahâ¦ yesâ¦ thatâ¦ Well, I suppose Iâm the only one leftâ.

âHaaaaa? Is that so?â the Rogues vindictively pursued the path laid out before them. âIf the Slapepaporhaloohaooors are supposed to be so superior to us, how come theyâre all but extinct now while the humans are thriving?â

âItâs because we ''are'' superior that itâs come to this. Long ago, long before this land was even inhabited by humans, when the Slapalahalapatus still thrived and ruled over it, we became so wise and advanced that we were able to read the words written in the essence of the universe by the creators of this world. And while we found perfect sense in all we could read and gained great knowledge from it, one fateful day, a strange word was found that no one could understand. Our greatest philosophers debated on it day and night, but we could still not find its meaning. The scandalous phenomenon spread like wildfire and quickly it was known across the whole world. Eventually everyone was drawn in the mystery and there was no Slapalahalapatus that wasnât concerned by the burning question. A school of thought existed among us that suggested finding the meaning of that word would explain the meaning of life. We started losing sleep over it. We wouldnât eat or drink. We wouldnât talk or relate or mate. We wouldnât work or make art or science. We could only think of the question of the quizzical word. One by one, we started all dying and in the end I was the only one left, drifting through eternity aloneâ.

â,,,â

ââ¦ Pfft, ahahahaha! They died because of a word! AHAHAHA!â

âYou think this is funny?!â the Slapalahalapatus yelled. âHow about ''you ''try and answer this universeâs most difficult question?â

âWell, maybe I canât answer it, but I wonât die over it if I donât! Pff fu huâ.

âWhy donât we amend that then? If you find the meaning of the word, I will spare you, I wonât eat you and let you go. Iâm even feeling generous today and will give you three chances. However, if you cannot, you shall all meet a gruesome deathâ.

âSo, you want us to find the meaning of that word?â

âYesâ.

âAnd if we fail, youâll kill usâ.

âYesâ.

âWell that sounds rad, whatâs the word then?â

âThe word isâ¦ ''appar''â.

âAppar?â

âApparâ.

âJust appar?â

âJust apparâ.

âKinda underwhelming after everythingâ.

âItâs still the worldâs most important word, despite what you think of itâ.

âOkay, so we get three chances? That should take some thoughtâ

âDoes it mean monkey?â

âNo, appar does not mean monkey. A hypothesis that it might was suggested by Rahapaparupato on the Forty-seven-thousand-thirty-second year After Appar, but it was definitively disproven six-hundred-twenty-eight years laterâ.

âJoe, donât waste our chances like that. We should take careful consideration before we provide any hypotheses. Do you even know how many chances we have to get it right if we spout word randomly?â

âI dunno. Five?â

âThat is wrong on so many levels I donât even know where to begin withâ.

âAlright then, if you know so much better, why donât you try with our second go?â

âHmmâ¦ Letâs see. I took Zotaxian for a semester in Rogue Academy and if I recall correctly they had a word apperia that meant serenity. Could this possibly be connected to appar, that is appar meaning serenity?â

âThat couldnât be. Appar is a true word of the essence of the universe; it has nothing to do with the false languages used by physical beings You only have one chance leftâ.

âOh Crux!â âGood going there Phil, you nailed thisâ.

âOh cut me the slack, please. If weâre going to die soon, I donât want your whining to be the last thing I hearâ.

âHmm. If we even found the right meaning, though, how would you know? You donât know the right one either, so how can you judge?â the only Rogue who hadnât ventured a guess so far spoke up.

âI have studied the matter thoroughly. In the impossible scenario that you get it right, then it would click and everything would make sense. I would knowâ.

âI seeâ, Roger then whispered to his comrades. âIâve got this. Follow my leadâ.

âSo, youâve studied this so well youâd know instantly if it was right. Thatâs pretty apparingâ.

âWhat did you just say? Why did you say that word?â

âOh, you didnât realise? So, you still havenât figured it out, even though we know already. How apparingâ.

âWhat? No! But you donât know. You canât possibly have figured it out!â

âDude, donât appar me like that. You canât just go in denialâ.

âYouâre lying, youâre just trying to fool me!â

âWaitâ¦ are you telling me you were apparing me earlier on when you said youâd know if I figured it out?â

âPersonally, Iâm pretty apparredâ, Joe interjected, having realised what Roger was doing.

âOf course I can tell. Speak the meaning and Iâll judgeâ.

âHe canât even appar the meaning himself when heâs supposed to be such an apparing creature. I donât know what to thinkâ, Phil also caught on.

âOf courseâ¦ of course I canâ¦ appar it. I know the meaning, too. Itâs not possible you would have realised it before I did. I can use the word, too. Itâsâ¦ itâs very apparing to find out what this word means. Oh my Appar. I just used the word in a sentence. More than onceâ¦ This meansâ¦ This meansâ¦â

âWhat does it mean?â

âI finally understand. Everything is clear now. I have discovered the meaning of appar. What has eluded me and my kind for so long, I now can grasp and I can say: itâs the most apparing meaning. I am so appared to finally find out. I got through the loneliness and madness long ago and came to peace with myself, but my only regret was that I couldnât ever know what appar meant. And now that I know, I can finally rest in appar. I am grateful, three friends. For although you are humans, this apparment would not have been possible without you. You helped me see the appar and as such I will let you live. Farewell, three humans and may we appar againâ.

With its final words said the Slapalahalapatus was covered in a bright white light that filled all of their vision. Then as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished, the Slapalahalapatus going with it, not without leaving its mark, though, of all the surrounding trees burning.

âWell, that actually workedâ¦ Neatâ.

âDo you actually know what appar meant?â

âNo ideaâ.

âHey, weâve got a camp fire now. Appar!â




âThe end!â Phil finished with a satisfied look on his face.

âDude, this isnât a scary story! Itâs called what we were doing two hours agoâ, Joe objected.

âI donât know, it was pretty scary when it happenedâ.

âWell yeah, but not now after itâs over. And definitely not as a story repeated so quickly afterâ.

âItâs pretty weird though. If there was something so dangerous in these woods, one would expect command would have picked up on it and sent someone investigate. It appars me reallyâ, Roger contemplated.

âWell, never mind that. How about a scary story of yours? You do have one, right? After asking for our own?â

âNaturally, my dear friend Joe. And my story is called ''The Most Haunted House of the Century''â.



===The Most Haunted House of the Century===



It was a night of Halloween Eve âor I guess you might call it early Halloweenâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods searching for water. They were out of food and water and as the night advanced, their thirst grew more and more.

Iâm getting a feeling of deja vu.

Just listen to the story and youâll see.

The three soldiers were getting desperate to drink something and they wondered if it was right to have sent their other comrade to find water alone, even though theyâd just made him gather firewood only to make a new camp fire by themselves. But they all hated work, so worth it. Especially seeing as Ned came back then and for once wasnât useless.

âHey guys, you wonât believe what I found!â the Rogue spoke excitedly as he appeared from the trees.

âIs it water?â

âNo, itâs even better!â

Oops, spoke too soon.

âIf itâs not water, Iâm not interestedâ, Joe looked angry.

âBut guys, you must see this. Thereâs a house in the middle of the forest!â

âIs a house built in a forest so weird?â Phil asked.

âIf it was built in it, no. But this one seems to have crashed a few trees under it, like it appeared on top of them out of nowhereâ.

âThatâsâ¦ apparingâ.

âApparing?â

âSounds worth checking out. Since weâre here anyway, we probably should do as much as to report thisâ.

âIsnât this anyone elseâs job?â Joe complained.

âNo actually this is exactly what we signed up forâ.

âI donât remember thatâ, Roger responded. âBut a magical house sounds fun, letâs do thisâ.

Roger said that, however, not knowing about the old legend of the haunted wandering house. The story goes that there once was a scary strong wizard that one did not want to see cross. When he got mad, he would summon storms or put forests on fire, or worst of all turn you into a wooden squirrel. Living in his magical house that wandered the land on its own,he terrorised it for many years, but eventually even he was slain by a chivalrous hero. However, his house that leaped from place to place still waited for him to return, not knowing that he never would. Embodying the spirit of waiting, it attracted the ghosts of many dead housewives who in their life had to deal with their husbands always away from home. Their merging with the dark and mysterious magics cast into the house from the wizard itself, the haunted wandering house was born: always appearing in dark places across the land, presenting itself to the unassuming, it opens its doors and accepts the weary passersby into its deceptively warm interior. But when it tests its guests and finds them not to be the one itâs looking for, it always with no exception kills them and no one hears of them again. Itâs said that most of all it likes to appear before sailors, travellers and adventurers to satisfy the vengeful spirits haunting it.

That very house is what the four Rogues came upon that night, led by Ned. As described, it lay on top of a couple of trees, crashed by its weight. Coloured black and grey, it was surrounded by an eerie green aura. The Rogues gazed at it in awe and fear, unsure how to proceed.

âSo, what do we do now?â

âI guess we go in?â

âDo we have to?â

âWe canât just come all the way here and not check insideâ.

âFiiineâ.

And so the four Rogues enteredâ¦ And they never came out again. They were never seen again. And no one knows what happened to them.




â...â

âIs that it?â

âYou want more?â

âNo, itâs just itâs kind of stupidâ.

âWhat, you didnât like it?â

âDonât get me wrong, it definitely had that spooky potential, but it lacked in execution. The ending especially needed more workâ.

âEveryoneâs a critic, these days. Letâs see if you still have that attitude if you meet the wandering houseâ.

âAs if that kind of thing existsâ.

âHey guys, Iâm back!â

In the thick of their conversation as they were, the three Rogues hadnât noticed Ned approaching them. In their scary-story-affected mood, everyone jumped up from the surprise appearance.

âCrux, Ned, you scared the brick out of me! Donât creep on us like that!â

âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâ.

âWell, never mind that, whereâs the water?â Joe eyed his friend thirstily.

âI didnât find any, but Iâve got the next best thingâ.

âWaiiitâ¦ What is it?â Phil asked.

âItâs a house! Imagine that, a house in a forest!â âA house?â Philâs voice rose a few octaves, but he wasnât the only one who looked shocked.

âShow usâ, Roger instructed.

âWow, I didnât expect you guys to be so interested. I thought youâd say mean things againâ.

âJust take us thereâ, Joeâs voice was a little shaky.

As asked, Ned led them to his findings. And truly they found a house resting upon some fallen trees. It was made of wood and stone and its walls were crooked. There was a chimney on the roof, but no smoke came out of it, only the eerie mist that surrounded the entire building. The Rogues stared at in fear for a while, wondering if it really was what they thought it was. Then, the final drop came when all of a sudden, the houseâs door opened all on its own. This was all the three friends needed and they all together started running away, screaming in fear lest the house eat them. For everybody knows that when encountered with the mysteries of the other side, being as loud as you can is sure to keep you safe.

The three Rogues ran all the way out of the forest and back to base, where they were later punished for bailing with double the work for the Halloweâen Candy Harvest. Only Ned was left behind wondering what had scared his friends so much. He thought he should follow behind them, so they wouldnât get separated, but as he started walking away, he only got a glimpse of it with the edge of his eye and never was able to confirm it: a blonde woman appeared out of the trees and moving swiftly entered the house, the door closing behind her. And Ned never saw her again. . .

==The Tale of Boo==
Gather round children, I've got a story for you Four soldiers once walking in the forest of Boo In there they were greeted by scary old trees Under which no one would sit to K-I-S-S kiss Deeper and deeper they ventured into the woods And the nasty aura always worsened their moods

The moon rose at night The dark grew in might

In the woods lived a lone ghost named Steve He laughed for the day was All Hallow's Eve The spirits had risen and doomed their fate For the foolish soldiers had taken the bait Receiving a signal of colours black and red Too bad their comrade was already dead

As time went on, the four men started to chat Scared they were not, of the occasional bat Ted said he wanted a coffee with cream That's when they all heard an unearthly scream Frightened they panicked, they run their hearts a-beating As they realised their time on earth was fleeting

In midst of the fright The clock struck midnight

And out of nowhere they were stopped by a sudden house Scared witless they entered like in the trap does the mouse Ancient it looked, and in riches abundant Everything went wrong when Ted touched a pendant From all around there was a sound of creaking And doors everywhere went rampant, mad as the king

The soldiers were then trapped with locked all the doors Right before the appearance of a spectral fiery horse It charged against Ted, now he's down for the count Stomped as he was by the nightmarish mount Then walked in a man by hand holding his head Looking at the horrified group that's what he said

"Welcome travellers, how do you do? Brave you are to enter in the forest named Boo Please join me and together let's dine I'm sure to your liking you'll find my wine But know this, just like your friend By morning, there's no escape, you all will be dead"

The three remaining run completely terrified They hoped their fate they somehow defied John saw a window and thought he found a way When he jumped out he saw of hope a ray But when he landed he faced the headless rider A quick swing and the blood spilled like cider

Off with his head Now John's all red

Bill and Robin the mansion also fled Using a catapult made out of a bed When Bill saw little lights he quickly followed And the Will-O-Wisps gladly showed him the road But that decision's moment he would come to rue When the screen would declare: he was eaten by a grue

Robin the forest wandered for a while The dangers he avoided bearing a smile But then appeared Steve and called "Do not be alarmed I come here in peace, I am not armed Let me help you for with you I've got no beef" Yet when Robin lowered his guard, Steve pushed him off a cliff

Down in void he fell As dawn's rang the bell

Please don't cry children, it was well-deserved For the soldiers were Rogues and thedude they all served Just then in the first morning light dose The spirits of All Hallow's Day rose With a new addition among them: the soldiers felt blue As the story ended with four more residents of the forest of Boo

==On Flight on All Hallowâs Day==



âMan, this is the worstâ, the Rogue declared with a dramatic raise of his arms.

âI guess we deserve it at this pointâ¦ We should have made sure not to get caughtâ, his friend replied with a sigh.

âStill, isnât Captain being a little too cruel? He said weâd do double the work, but weâre basically doing everyoneâs and the rest are chillingâ, the third one complained also.

Three Paradox Rogues were walking down the road of a little village in the outskirts of Morcia. No matter its insignificance in the larger scheme of things, however, there was no exception to the law and thedudeâs dues had to be collected in places small and big. As such, in a background of mixed festivities with people dressed in costumes of ghosts, skeletons and Barney, with fires being lit up here and there and effigies being built and carried around; in the chaos of all things, it was unclear if everyone was celebrating or protesting ârioting even; in this background, Joe, Phil and Roger were carrying their bags of harvest, filled with candy.

âCanât we take a break?â Joe asked.

âYou know weâve got to finish this before the end of the dayâ, Phil reminded.

âItâs already past midnight anyway, the even should technically be over, letâs rest for a whileâ, Roger countered.

âFineâ¦â

The three of them stopped by the likeness of a child dressed in a ghost costume being burnt in the middle of the road, using its fire to warm themselves in the chilly night of nearing winter.

âItâs getting quieter at least, graduallyâ, Phil tried to find the silver lining.

âI would have expected the kids to go home a long time ago honestly. Are their parents okay with letting them go wild like that?â Joe wondered.

âYou know itâs like this every year. Does our job so much harderâ.

âBy the way, where is Ned? Did he get lost again?â Roger remembered their other comrade.

âLast I saw him, I think he was being chased out by an old ladyâ.

âWhere did he get to, that slacker?â

âThat means more work for usâ¦ Worst Halloweâen everâ¦â Joe complained once again.

âTechnically, itâs All Hallowâs Day alreadyâ.

âHmm, actually, I donât think thatâs the worst. My cousin Rowen told me a story of what happened to him last year and it sounds no fun at allâ.

âOh and what story was that?â

âLetâs seeâ¦ Let me try and remember thatâ.




''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 11:12, Log 1




Hello, this is Jack speaking. Official Record Keeper and the best one at that. Though itâs my first time doing it actually. Captain entrusted that to me when we started the journey. This is the sixth day by the way. Oh, you might be wondering why this is the first log, even though itâs the fourth dayâ¦ I kinda forgotâ¦ But itâs all good. Iâm nailing it from now on. Iâve been chosen for this job for my well-suited skill-set, not because the rest of the crew was too bored to do it, as ''some ''suggest.

Oh but at this point I suppose I should introduce the crew! Weâve got the Captain, and you donât want to mess with her. Best captain you could get. Even though she got second place in the West Britay Best Rogue Captain competition, that thing was rigged. No one really likes Captain Barthooker. Whatâs that? I didnât say her name, ah yes. Captain is Captain Elisabeth Viscooky. Donât tell her her name sounds like cookie, though. I imagine sheâd give you two days of mopping for that. Not that I would know for any reason in particular, of course.

Then, weâve got Mr. Svee, the first mate. No one really knows his full name, so we just call him Mr. Svee. Heâs really strong and scary. Everyone respects him, but Iâm kinda afraid to talk to him.

We also have Kibo. Heâs the navigator and pilot. Really knows how to fly straight. And what all these blinking lights and buttons do. So, he must be a genius. And uh, his last name, right? His last name is Ukhozi.

Then thereâs me, Jack. General duties, Official Record Keeper and life of the party. Very talented, graduated Rogue school top of my class, likes country music and puppies. For the ladies, you can hit me up on the email jackknowsgreatnames@thundermail.milt.

Thereâs also Jill whoâs new. We picked her up recently when we started this mission. Apparently, sheâs going to help us with magic consultation or something. Sheâs a sorceress, but this new type that actually knows sorcery, too. Seems pretty cool, but kinda serious. Somewhat aloof. I think Rowen has a crush on her though.

Speaking of Rowen, heâs the other member of the crew. He works on engineering stuff in case anything breaks. Heâs also my best friend and single, if anyoneâs interested.

And this is all of us. Yeah, I know. Small crew, but thatâs because every one of us is worth ten people. Except Fredâ¦ Fred is terrible at everything. Iâm not sure why weâve got him aboard. Oh right! I forgot to mention Fred. Yeah, heâs also a crewmemberâ¦ Anyway, what was I saying? Ah right, weâre all great. Has nothing to do with our division getting budget cuts because our works have been fruitless so far.

You ask what weâre working on? Well, thatâs kinda classified, but maybe I could tell just you, you know between you and me confidentially, that kind of thing. Donât let it slip to anyone else. Weâre basically exploring the horizons, looking for more lands. You know what they say: thedudeâs not conquered everything if thereâs more of everything to conquer. Sadly, no oneâs been able to find anything before, but thatâs actually all the better, because it means ''I ''get to go on this mission. And itâs pretty fun. You knowâ¦ We get isolated from everyone else. See ocean on all sides every dayâ¦ Stay enclosed within the same four walls all the timeâ¦. . . Okay, itâs not the best, but Iâve got my best mates with me, right? Rowen, Jill?

What are you doing?

Iâm recording a log for our mission.

Iâm not sure what exactly youâre up to, but youâre probably doing it wrong.

Hey Rowen, youâre with me right? You get what Iâm saying!

Always, bro!

Thatâs what Iâm talking about bro! See, Jill?

I donât see anything, youâre not making any sense.

In any case, letâs continue. You see, itâs because weâre exploring like that that our journeyâs been taking so long. Normally spaceships like this would get anywhere really fast, but weâve got to actually check the whole landscape or well seascape to look for any land, so progress is slow. Fredâs been saying we wonât find anything since no else has before anyway, but who listens to Fred? After all, Mr. Svee did say that some of the previous expeditions never came back and if they got lost, then there must be somewhere they got lost in and we should find that.

So far weâve not found anything either though. Itâs all been water so far. At least we actually get to travel over it, rather than on it, because I get seasick pretty easily. Not like Fred who gets spacesick, too. Or is it airsick?

Hey Rowen, if youâre flying in a spaceship, but flying in the air, is it spacesick or airsick?

Itâs one of the questions of the ages.

Yo, is it both at the same time?

Itâs like SchrÃ¶dingerâs sickness.

Wouldnât it just be airsick, because itâs whatâs causing the sickness whatâs important, that being travelling in the air?

No, boo. Bad Jill. You donât understand the complicated things.

Yeah, Jill, donât be like Fred.

No one wants to be like a Fred.

Whatâs wrong with Fred, he seems like a nice gu-

Nooooo! Fredâs terrible, have you not seen Fred?

Yeah you canât honestly believe Fred is competent at anything.

Fred is bad.

Fred is bad.

Fred is frad?

Fred is Fred.

Oh man, sick burn.

And with that we complete todayâs log. To summarise: weâre the crew, weâre searching for thing, Fred is bad.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 17:32, Log 2




Weâve hit a bit of a delay. Weâre changing course. Apparently, Kibo just noticed we were off course of where we were headed. Never thought Kibo would make a mistake like that. Weâve been on the wrong path, too much to the south, for hours. Iâve not heard of Kibo doing anything like it before. Weird. Guess he must be tired, too, after all this water for six days straightâ¦

Then again, Fred told me all that, so itâs probably nonsense. No way that man knows whatâs going on right.

Well, at least weâre headed the right way now, towards the west. Captain did mention some numbers or coordinates or something, but I donât really remember them. All will be good and hopefully weâll discover new lands in time for breakfast tomorrow.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 23:47, Log 3




Man, I could really do with some soda right now.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission sixtee- ah got it wrongâ¦

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:43, Log 4




Damn, woken up early today. As if Iâve got a job to do or something. Whatâs it Jill? Stop staring at me like that. Anyway, no land found yet. And I also missed breakfast. Why did Captain have to lock the kitchen today?

Maybe itâs a not so subtle hint youâre supposed to wake up on time.

Listen to her, Rowen. Ridiculous, right?

Haha, all I know is I ate breakfast and you didnât. Sucks to be you.

No, the betrayal!

A- achoo!

Hmm? Whatâs it, Jill? You sick or something.

Nah, I donât think so. Maybe some allergy.

Is there anything on this ship to be allergic to?

You?

Oh man sick burn, she totally got you.

Dang it, I gotta give that to you. And thus we end this recording with Jill ahead of me for now, but will she maintain that score? Tune in next episode to find out.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission aah 17, Date whatever, Log the next one after the previous one




Hello everyone. Itâs Rowen, your new host. Iâm sure youâll be happy to have gotten a much better-looking host nowâ¦ Though you canât really see me with these. But my voice is greater, too.

Anyway, for things to log.

Jack is a nerd.

Fred is bad.

Itâs hard to read Captain, but I think I might have seen a slight smile in the morning when Jack was upset about breakfast. So, maybe sheâs happy today.

Jill is still pretty.

Day thirty-one of losing arm-wrestles to Mr. Svee. Gonna get him some day.

Oh uh and speaking of Jill. She said she had a strange itch earlier today and when I suggested I scratch her if itâs hard to reach, she merely shot me down, didnât hit me. So, I think thatâs going well.

Oi Rowen, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, Jackâs coming, gotta go. Over!




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:22, Log what was the last number, Rowen?




I think youâre doing that wrong, Rowen. Youâre only supposed to say that when using a walkie-talkie.

I mean you can walk with this right?

Not the same thing. Anyway, who gave you permission to use ''my'' journal, ah I mean log.

I just did it, yo.

Hmmâ¦ Well, canât argue with that.

Hey guys, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, itâs Fred. Run, run, go, go, go!




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 18:56, Log 7




I was telling Rowen, and I think all of you listeners at home will agree, that he should just go for it and ask Jill out, but then he says he canât when the mood in the shipâs so bad, itâs killing his groove. So, I ask him whatâs wrong. And he says that he overheard Kibo and Captain arguing. What are they arguing about, I ask. Apparently, Kibo fell asleep overnight and hit the wrong button or something and sent the ship the wrong way going right bast east towards home. Kibo denied it, saying he was up all night and never did he turn the ship around and he doesnât understand what happened. So, Captainâs mad at him for making a mistake twice, but also not admitting it. She told him to go sleep, because heâs too tired to fly properly and Kibo got annoyed saying it wasnât true at all.

Anyway, Captain took over the controls and weâre back on track now, but I wonder what happened to Kibo. Heâs been a perfect pilot in all our past ventures. Maybe heâs homesick.

Yo, Rowen, what do you think?

Probably he talked to Fred too much and caught incompetence.

Oh thatâs rightâ¦ Thatâs probably it.

Hmm. I donât know, thereâs definitely something weird about this. Iâve been feeling a bit off since a while ago. Maybe thereâs something else at play.

Like what?

Maybe a rebelâs curse. But thatâs just a guess. I think I should probably go study. Tell people not to bother me.

Hey, Rowen, whatâs up with Jill?

Donât know, Jack. But thatâs what girls are like. A mystery.

I can hear you! I told you what was wrong!




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 20:56, Log 8




Itâs getting late now, so itâs hard to see, but Mr. Svee said he saw mist ahead on the telescope, so weâve all been wondering if that means anything. If we should approach or avoid it. Captain asked for Jill to look into it with her voodoo magic or whatever, but sheâs been cooped up in her room and doesnât come out. I tried to peek in at some point and she was in some sort of meditative stance with weird make-up on her face and candles lit all around. Iâll never understand those sorcerers.

In any case, with her like that, weâve pretty much no choice to just go in and investigate it. I wonder what weâll find. If anything. It might just be boring old mist. Well, weâll find out in a few hours.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission seventeeaaaaah, something something something 4:28, Log 9




Iâm thirsty.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 10




Ah, woken up early today, damn. Why Captain, why? I almost missed breakfast, too. Itâs a new day today and hmm, whatâs that? Computerâs got the wrong date for some reason, says the 15th. Weird. Iâll tell Rowen to come and fix it later. Ah, this headache is killing me. Iâll end this entry early now.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 10:42, Log 11




Maaan, what is this? I ask Rowen to fix the computer for me and he says no, because somethingâs got Jill spooked up and heâd rather stay with her. Man! Itâs bros before hoes, ya know? Iâd get it if Jill actually what she was so scared of, but she said she doesnât know! Thatâs weird, right? So, now Iâm stuck with Fred trying to fix it, like what?

Hi guys!

Donât make it worse, Fred.

Whoâre you talking to? Any friends back home?

Fred, you know weâre not allowed to contact people outside of this ship without authorisation.

Ah right. So, anyway about this computerâ¦ Have you tried turning it off and on again?

Oh dammit.




''S''''tubbornness'', Official Record Keeperâs Log, Star Date whatever




I was on my way to ask Mr. Svee to fix my computer, but then I met Captain and Kibo in the halls having the weirdest conversation. Captain was asking Kibo why the ship was all overturned, but then Kibo said it couldnât have been his fault, because in the early morning it was Captain flying the ship. But thatâs weird, I donât remember Captain taking over. And she too was confused about it. They then simply went and fixed the shipâs course, but Iâm not sure whatâs going on and neither are they. I wonder if Kiboâs cursed.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission the one we got, Date today, around one, Log 13




Now Jillâs taken to going around in a weird costume with a censer, burning incense and sprinkling water. She says itâs some kind of ceremonial dress. I think she might end up short-circuiting something, but Rowen isnât stopping her. I think he might just like the costume though.

Captain also seems to think we should just let the sorceress do her thing. Maybe itâs cause thereâs such a strange mood over the ship today, because normally I donât think sheâd be that accepting. I did catch Mr. Svee giving her an unconvinced look, though.

What a day.




''S''''tubbornness'', blah blah blah, Log 14, Status report




It appears through our combined efforts, Fred, Mr. Svee and I haveâ¦ crashed my computer. Itâs not opening any more, dammit. Oh, but also it looks like the date problem involves all our computers. Did we get hacked?




''S''''tubbornness'' pays off! Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 14:53, Log 15




WE HAVE SEEN LAND! I repeat! We have seen land! I was just informed Mr. Svee saw it on the telescope. Looks like an island. Itâs overcast with mist apparently and thereâs a storm on the horizon, but weâre all too excited. Weâve discovered new land, actual land. The mission is a success! Weâre all eager to see it from up close and explore it, so weâll attempt to land. A storm should be no problem for our ship.




''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:09, Blog 16




Hello everybody and welcome back to the Official Record Blog. Today we will be interviewing the crew of the ship Stubbornness. I have with me right now a man by the name Rowen, would you like to tell us what youâre doing right now?

Maintenance on the engines.

Ah splendid. And will that be important for landing on the island?

Itâs important for everything.

I see, I see. And tell us, Mr. Rowen, what are you excited for in light of the upcoming exploration?

Hmmâ¦ I wonder if thereâll be any good food there.

Donât we all? You know what they say, they donât pay for luxury in the Rogues.




Next is Miss Jill. What would you like to say to the audience, Jill?

Aaaaah. Donât poke sleeping dragons?

Awfully specific, but will do. Would you care to explain what youâre doing?

Iâm preparing an enchantment for the blessing of this ship.

For those of you at home who canât see, Jill is currently standing on one leg, reaching for her head with the other and juggling some mysterious bags of dried leaves with her hands. Impressive, I know, but kids donât try this at home.

Itâs actually a lot more complicated than what Jack just explained.

You heard it right from the source folks.

And anything youâre looking forward to now that weâll be landing?

Hmm, I guess Iâd like to see what the landscape is like.

What a nerd.

Hey! And here I am being nice, humouring you.

How very uncharacteristic of you. But thatâs all the time weâve got for you, Iâm afraid. Youâll have to file your complaints next time.

As if Iâm coming on this show again another timeâ¦

Youâve acknowledged it as a show now, you canât take this back, ha ha ha ha!

No wait Jack, come back!




Haha and now that weâve gotten to trick Jill, let us proceed to the next person. Kibo, would you like to-

Hey, who let you in here? Be quiet, Iâm trying to focus now, weâll be entering the storm soon.

And so-

Get out of here!




Alas, the last thing didnât work out, but weâve got more people to interview. Mr. Svee what would you like to tell the audience?

Hrmph.

Ah, very eloquently said.

And what are you doing there?

Preparinâ. Landinâ.

Ah, I seeâ¦ And what is something youâd like to do once we land?

â¦ Fishinâ

Very nice. Maybe youâd like a fishing partner once you do.

No.

Ahâ¦ Okay. Then, I believe this part of the interviewing process is over. On to the next person!




Hey Captain, what-

What in Crux are you doing, Jack?

Interviewing?

Why?

As part of my logging dutiesâ¦

Haaaâ¦ Iâll let you off this once, because weâre all excited todayâ¦ But donât you go doing stupid stuff like that again, you hear me?

Yes, maâam!




And thus sadly this interview comes to an end, but hopefully youâve all come to know our crew members a little better. Thatâs all of them after all.

Hey, what about me?

What about you Fred?

Wonât you interview me?

No.




Log 17




Hem hemâ¦ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

WE JUST ENTERED THE STORM AND I DONâT KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, BECAUSE ITâS VERY LOUD, BUT DAMN WAS THAT SUDDEN ROAR OF THUNDER SCARY!




Log 18




Welcome back. Iâve sought out a more soundproof place, so that you can hear my voice without screaming. The storm has proven to be stronger than we expected. Kiboâs fighting it out right now, so that weâre not overtaken by the winds, but itâs fine, this kind of thing happens sometimes. Iâve got to say though I really am glad weâre in a waterproof airtight ship cause itâs chaos out there. I looked out a window and could barely see anything beyond the drops of rain. Or the hail. Yes, there seems to be hail also.

Rowen and Jill are here with me in the closet, looking for warm clothes and blankets. Itâs gotten pretty cold suddenly. And Captain doesnât want to raise the thermostatâs temperature. Something about saving energy. I donât really get it, weâve got enough fuel to go on for thrice as much and still be able to come back, but Captain is Captain, I suppose. At least, it means Jill changed out of her ridiculous outfit.




Log 19




And the storm just got stronger. You can hear the sound of hail hitting on the roof, canât you? I wonder if my voice will end up completely drowned out by the end of this.

Weâve got more people trying to stay warm in the closet now, under the piles of cloth available. Fredâs here and Mr. Svee stayed for a while before he went back to. Captain and Kibo are in the cockpit though trying to keep control of the ship. The stormâs making it harder to land safely, but they should be able to make it soon if they work together.

Iâll just stay in the closet though. Incidentally, the closet also happens to be the emergency room for some reason âI think it was a form of budget cuts. However, itâs not that Iâm scared. Iâm just here toâ¦ guard the clothes. Itâd be a shame if something happened to them. What would Jill do if she lost any other potential weird outfits?

My outfits arenât weird.

Itâs not the time for that, Jill! Erm hem, where was I? Ah yes. So, as you can see Rowen and Jill are lucky to have me with them. I can protect them as well as the clothes. 




Log 20




Nope, not doing it. Better to just pull out, they said. We wouldnât be able to go out anyway if we landed, so itâs better if we just wait it out from outside.

The jolts are getting more violent and Rowenâs kinda scared. Ha ha, heâs such a kid. Iâm not scared at all myself of course.




Lo- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!




The shipâs gone out of control. Weâre spinuwauwawanniiiingâ¦!

I think Iâm going to hurl!

Please donât!

Ah, Mr. Svee, what do we do?!

Brace for impact! Weâre falling!




I think Iâve gotta go now. The shipâs gone underwater and there might be damage to the hull.

Mr. Sveeâs hit his head.

Oh no, is he all right?

Heâs breathing, but it might be a concussion.

Fred, take care of him, weâve got to go.







Ahâ¦ This is Rowen speaking. I found Jackâs recorder on the floor, so Iâve picked it up now. If these are going to be the last moments of our lives, we might as well leave something behind of them. The emergency lights just went on after a power failure, but for a while it was dark and I lost Jill. I got separated from Jack earlier when the seaweed monsters were chasing us.

You see, we fixed the parts of the hull that had been breached, or so we thought. But then it turned out some kind of moving, crawling seaweeds had gotten in along with the water. They tried to strangle Jack, but we cut them off him. Then, they started amassing together to form bigger figures that chased us.

I think Iâve lost them for now, but thatâs not the only problem right now. Iâve come up to a window and that sound we heard earlierâ¦ Huge tentacles seem to be wrapped around the ship. What the heck is this? Are we gonna die? I donât wanna die. This is stupid.




Hi, itâs me again. Iâve come up to the cockpit door. I tried to open it, but it wouldnât badge. Then, I noticed the seaweeds on it. Iâm afraid to touch it. Captain and Kibo might be in danger, thoughâ¦ Iâll try knocking.

Hello? Hello? Anybody in? Theyâre not answering, but the seaweeds are starting to stir. They might already beâ¦ Either way, I donât think I can help them. I hopeâ¦ I hope. I gotta go!




Whoa! Jill is awesome! She just came out of nowhere and burnt some seaweeds to a crisp. Never underestimate sorcerers. Thanks Jill, you saved me.

No problem, but what are you doing at such a time?

Never mind that, we should try to find the others and stick together.




We just found Jack struggling with a bunch of fish that had gotten in through another hole. We got him away, but I donât know if we can fight all these fish. Theyâre pretty big and they look hungry and thereâs all this water coming in.

Letâs just run!




Haha! This was so cool. Jack just smashed a sea snakeâs head with a bat. Not sure where he even got it. Saved Jill that way. Iâm starting to think we might just make it. Soon weâll get to the armoury to get our weapons.




AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

Weâve been thrown! Weâve been thrown! The tentacles have thrown us! Weâre all gonna die, weâre all gonna die! Weâll start falling soon and then we will die.

â¦

Hey guys when are we gonna start falling?

I donât know, I figured itâd start happening right about now, but honestly it feels like weâre still.

Weird.

So weâre not gonna die?

Greetings.

AH! Itâs something!

KILL IT WITH FIRE! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Wait, itâs a person!

How did he get here? How did you get here? Are you an enemy? Ha! Are you a sea person?

I am not-

Down with sea people! Iâm not going down so easily, youâll only kill me over my dead body.

What?

As I was saying-

How can he kill you over your dead body? That doesnât seem physically possible.

Thatâs why it would only happen over my dead body.

What?

No, no, heâs got a point.

Silence!

Ah right, intruder. Sorry, weâre not used to dealing with that. Honestly, you find us in a bit of an uncomfortable time.

I know, thatâs why Iâm here.

To finish us off?

No, Iâm here to help you.

Help us? Who even are you?

Who am I? I suppose you could call me Thorn.

Well, Thorn, Iâm sure youâre a very finely-dressed gentleman, but I donât know if you can really help us. Weâre kind of in an impending doom situation.

Oh donât worry. Little Thorn has his ways. All I need is a word from you and I can make all your problems go away.

That sounds like an internet scam.

Whatâ¦ is an internet?

Never mind that, what Iâm sure Jack meant to say is we have absolute trust in your ability to help us, but why would you do that?

Oh, cannot a man help some poor fellows out of the kindness of his heart? Youâre lucky itâs the Hallowed Day. I saw you poor souls battling the storm and I couldnât help it my heart was moved. So, you see I want to help you. But whether or not I do depends entirely on you. I simply need you to agree to the terms.

Terms, what terms?

Oh, itâs but a simple thing. You neednât worry at all. Letâs say that you will just owe me a favour afterwards. Itâs no big deal, right? A favour in exchange for your lives. It seems like a good bargain to me.

Hmm. A favour that we know nothing about and could be anything and which you can ask at any time in the future, possible with greatly adverse effects to our lives? I donât know about that. So, make it one favour in exchange of our livesâ¦ ''plus ''one soda.

I can do that.

Cool.

Itâs a deal then?

Itâs a deal.

â¦

Hey, where did he go?

Oh man, I wanted a soda, too.

Wait, are we falling now?

AAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!




Hello, everyone! This is Fred speaking. I just found the guys and a soda unconscious in a pool of water. I pulled them out, but Iâm not sure what to do with the soda, what do yâall think? I donât know if Jack would be mad that I used his recorder thingy, but heâs unconscious right now, so I couldnât ask and I thought someone should record this. You know, like a commemorative photo.

There was a lot of shaking, but in the end it seems we made it out and weâre currently floating out in the open sea, but under clear sky. Hmm. Now that I mentioned that, why were we in a storm in the first place? I donât seem to remember at the moment. But my new friend Thorn is telling me not to worry about it, so Iâll probably do that.




''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 29




Wow, log 29? When did we get to such a high number? I only remember recording likeâ¦ three. Speaking of which, when did it become November 2nd? Iâd swear it was like October 31st today? Is the computer broken, orâ¦ Oh man, did I miss Halloweâen? I was gonna harvest some candy from Rowen. Hmm. I do feel like something did happen recently, but I canât quite recollect it any more. Hey Rowen! Do you remember what we were doing the past two days?

Aaaah. Werenât we flying like always? Or ratherâ¦ I think we found something? But no, I would remember something like that. Hmm, the more Iâm trying to think about it the more itâs eluding me. Anyway, wonât you hurry? Youâll miss breakfast at this rate. New rules today onwards.

What? I canât miss that!




...nd Rowen, can I ask you something?

Hang on a moment, Jill, first I gotta:

''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:32, Log 30

Do you have to record everything?

I was thinking. You know how back home weâve got this daily vlogger thing where they record their whole daily life to show people. Maybe we could do something like that, too.

That soundsâ¦ terrible. But never mind that, what was I talking about?

You were about to ask something.

Ah thanks Rowen. What was it again? I thinkâ¦ right. Do you guys feel like something is wrong? Like something is missing?

Mmm. I donât really know what youâre talking about.

Like, am I the only one whoâs getting a headache when trying to think about what we did the past few days?

Why would we all get a headache together? Do you have something contagious?

No, I guess youâre right. What I was saying was unreasonable. Did we do anything out of the ordinary lately, you feel?

Out of the ordinary? Nah, these were the most common days weâve had really. I did like an interview, right? I think. And then you wore a cosplay. Maybe thatâs what youâre thinking of.

Cosplay? I donât remember that, butâ¦ maybe? I guess one of the two of you convinced me to try something like that.

Then, that settles it, that must have been it. I do also remembering seeing you in a costume.

You must have been too embarrassed and repressed the memory.

Or maybe you hit your head during that huge storm that we went into?

What are you talking about Fred? What storm?

Ehhhâ¦ Not really sure.

Silly Fred, what are you trying to confuse us for? Well, I guess as they say Fred is bad.

Yessss! Jill knows it, too!

Fred is bad.

Fred is Fred.

Fred is happy that heâs got pals like you lot?

Youâre even bad at ''this'', Fred?




''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 9:05, Log 31




Ah, Captain just debriefed us. Apparently, weâre going back home. The shipâs sustained too much damage to risk travelling any further. When did the ship get damaged again? Hmm. Maybe we hit birds while I was sleeping or something like that. Anyway, looks like this series is going to be coming to an end soon, but donât you worry. Iâll still be here for the Stubbornnessâs next mission (probably). Now off to mopping, there seems to be a lot of water in the ship for some reason.










âAnd thatâs why you can always have a worse November 1stâ, Roger finished.

âI donât buy itâ.

âWhat?â

âI donât buy itâ, Joe repeated. âSeems like you made it all upâ.

âWhat are you talking about? Thatâs a real story that happened to my cousinâ.

âThen, your cousin is making it upâ.

âYeah, it doesnât make any sense. If they all forgot about it in the end, then how was your cousin able to tell you?â Phil commented.

âIt was still in the logs, you seeâ.

âSpeaking of, why did you tell the story like you were repeating the logs? That was so weirdâ.

âAnd who was that Thorn character?â

âWhat was that island?â

âWhy was there so much mystery around it?â

âWho knows? They never learnt. Thatâs why itâs a mysteryâ.

âWhy has no one heard of this story before? None of the expeditions ever reported successâ.

âBecause they also forgot the logsâ.

âSo, thatâs why Iâm sayingâ¦ it doesnât add up. If they forgot, then they couldnât have told you. And why do ''you'' remember in the first place? Youâre making it all upâ.

âFine, have it your way. I know whatâs true, I donât need your confirmationâ.

âHey guys Iâm back!â Ned suddenly appeared, looking rather dishevelled with branches and dirt all over him.

âAnd where have you been?â Phil asked.

âApparently, Iâve somehow become the local Raccoon crime lordâ, Ned explained.

âSee, I even believe Nedâs story more than I do youâ, Joe noted.

âOh thatâs so nice of youâ.

âShut up, Nedâ.

âAnyway, letâs get back to work. Thereâs still lots of candy to getâ.

And thus the three Renegade friends âand Nedâ continued along the road, leaving the warm fire behind. . .



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Stories by the Fire

2020-11-02T17:25:25Z

Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: The third installment: On Flight on All Hallow's Day is here.

==Scary Stories on Halloweâenâs Eve==



Three Rogues were seated around a camp fire in a forest clearing, warming their hands from the nightâs cold even though if theyâd understood their suits slightly better, theyâd have known that they had settings that provided thermal insulation and internal heating.

âIâve got to say, though, volunteering to investigate this forest right before Halloweâen was the best idea weâve had in months. Just imagine all the other Rogues that will be waking up in just a few hours to get ready for the Candy Harvest and weâre here just chillingâ, Joe was satisfied.

âI wonder if itâs bad that weâre not really investigating the woods thoughâ, Phil was worried.

âCome on, itâs not like thereâs going to actually be anything hiding here. The mission was so low-priority it hadnât even been assigned to anyone for two weeks. Besides, Ned went out looking for water. That counts as investigating in my bookâ, Roger reassured him.

âYeah man, itâs heaven. We get to go camping and do nothing and just relax. Weâve got our camp fire and our marshmallows and we donât need to get back until the Candy Harvest is over. Itâs perfect!â Joe shared his enthusiasm.

âI supposeâ.

â...â, silence followed for a moment or two.

âItâs pretty cold, thoughâ, Roger finally said.

âAnd weâre out of marshmallowsâ, Joe pointed out, as he stuck the final marshmallow to his wooden stick.

âIâm getting thirsty after all the marshmallowsâ, Phil lamented as he looked over his shoulder for the umpteenth time to see if Ned was coming back. He wasnât.

âMan, this sucks!â Joe declared.

âItâs still four more hours till dawnâ, Roger checked the watch of his HUD. âIt wouldnât be so bad, if we could just sleepâ.

âAs we said, we canât do that. Leaving the camp fire unattended would be far too hazardousâ, Phil reminded him.

âAnd if only one of us stands watch, they may fall asleep, so itâs got to be all of usâ, Joe added.

âI knowâ¦ Itâs just wishful thinking. I wish time would fly fasterâ.

âOh hey, I know what we can do to pass time!â Joe suddenly exclaimed.

âIs it pumpkin seeds? Because weâre out of those, tooâ, Phil interjected.

âNo, not pumpkin seeds. We can tell scary stories!â

âScary stories?â Phil didnât sound that thrilled.

âOh, that seems like fun! You know any good ones, Joe?â

âYeah, I got one. Itâs about ''The Three Monsters of Thunderclap''...â



===The Three Monsters of Thunderclap===



Thereâs a legend in Thunderclap shared from Rogue to Rogue; it says three monsters are living in Thunderclap, in its dungeons deep. Warnings the elders give never in the dark corners to wander, else death by monster you might meet.

The first one, the oldest, they say is a giant badger zombie. Chained in its dark cell, thedudeâs commands it heeds only. Released in secret, every blue moon, to hunt down and find any enemies of thedude. You cannot defeat it, for in this land the title of the strongest it claims; so if itâs after you, running is the only way. Once a free badger, our king the monster cursed; the story warns: lest to a zombie you also are turned.

The second, most savage, is rumoured to be a half-man, half-lizard, half-machine kind of beast.

Thatâs one half too many.

Hey, get out of my story, Phil! Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the man-lizard-machine beast of doom.

Once aimed thedudeâs armies in war to lead, the poor lizard in its training went mad. Now everything in sight it has to kill with fire, a ruthless murderer with a kill count bigger than all of us three. Deep in the mountain now itâs hidden, where its deranged voice no one can reach. But when the kingâs angry, his minions have failed; he throws them to the pit, the monster to feed.

The third and final one, thedudeâs trusted assassin, a man with no head, wearing a carved pumpkin and carrying a sword. A cold light emits through its hollow eyes, but if you ever gaze upon its glow, know this, you soon will be dead. For the Jack-oâ-Lantern donât breath or sleep, it donât drink or eat. It never rests, always chases, youâll never shake it off. Wherever you go, itâll find you, through land, through sea, through forest and bog. One day youâll find youâve been stabbed by its sword.

So, if thereâs any message to be learnt from this story, never anger thedude, never fail his will. Donât rebel against him or your orders neglect. Or even you might find you are hunted by zombie or lizard or a pumpkin-head!




As Joe finished his story and with satisfaction noticed his comradesâ eyes were wide open and Phil was even looking around him for any signs of the Jack-oâ-lantern or the zombie badger, should they be after them because they werenât doing their duty. Joe, thinking he could capitalise on that state of mind, upon concluding his narration jumped up, flailing his arms around and shouting âBOO!â Both his friends jumped up in fear and Phil even screamed. Joe proceeded to laugh at their reactions.

âVery funnyâ, Roger said sarcastically as soon as he regained his composure. âDid you just make all that up to scare us because weâre not taking part in the Candy Harvest?â

âNo, actually the storyâs very true. Rather, the rumours really exist. Donât know if theyâre right thoughâ.

âSpooky. So, youâve got anything to pay Joe back, Phil?â

âHmmâ¦ Scary stories, ha? Weeellâ¦ Y- yeah, I do have one, hereâs how it goes: The Most Apparing Spooky Storyâ.



===The Most Apparing Spooky Story===



It was a night of All Hallowâs Eve Eve âor was it the early morning of All Hallowâs Eveâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods gathering more firewood. The fire was just about to go out and leave only embers behind, so the night was getting cold.

That sounds familiar.

Shut up, Roger!

âItâs getting coldâ, one of the Rogues, who were definitely not us, noted.

âWell no duhâ.

âNedâ, letâs call the fourth comrade by a random name, how about Ned? âwill be back with the firewood shortly and we can have a strong fire againâ .

âTell that to my freezing toesâ.

âMaybe we should go find Ned and help him. We ainât gaining anything out of freezing to death hereâ.

âI guess maybe we shouldnât have sent Ned alone when weâre all coldâ.

âGah! But finding Ned is work and gathering firewood is more work. I hate workâ.

âMe too, man, but what we gonna do?â

âAaaagh! I hate youâ

âFreeze to death, if you likeâ.

And so the three daring Rogues finally got off their butts and did something. Leaving behind the clearing they were in, they walked into uncharted territory, where there were no paths among the trees, looking for their missing friend. However, it was not long before an unforeseen encounter interrupted them.

Out of the darkness, an enormous beast suddenly rose and towered over them. If the Rogues were found and questioned about it later, theyâd probably not be able to agree on what exactly it looked like. One would say it had three lion heads and a whaleâs tail. One would point out how it had eyes all over and a gaping jaw-less mouth full of teeth, while the third would think it had blue-dotted bat-like wings, even though thatâs really stupid ''Joe''. What all three of them could agree on, though, is the thirty-seven abnormally long tentacles that extended out of its main body, three of which instantly seized them, flexibly wrapping around them several times.

âWho goes there, disturbing my sleep?â the monster spoke with a deep rough voice, like that of the earth.

âUuuuh, Joe, Roger and Philâ, random names of course.

âBleghâ, the eldritch horror said. âSimply humans. Iâll just eat you thenâ

âAaaah, no, please donât eat us. Please, spare us. Weâd very much appreciate it if you let us live!â

âAnd why would I do that? Youâre just some puny humans after all. I see no reason to pity my foodâ.

âBecause weâre both intelligent and itâd kind of be immoral to kill us?â

The creature made a sound that could have possibly been interpreted as laughter, âYou? Intelligent? Please! The humans do not at all compare to the true intelligence the Slapalahalapatus possessâ.

âThe Slapohippo-what?â

âSlapalahalapatus!â the aberration roared angrily. âSee! Itâs this kind of ignorance that sets barbarians such as you as just part of the food chain. Speech is no proof of intelligence or any common parrot would make the cut. Humans such as you cover the planets and think youâre the kings of the world even though you understand nothing of it, just because youâre everywhere, Microbes are also everywhere, but they are in control of nothingâ.

âHey, donât blame us for not knowing! If the Slapahupalos are such a big deal, then shouldnât we have heard more about them? Weâve heard stories and some of us even seen of bigger creatures before, but never of anything like youâ.

The ancient beast, so confident in its earlier words, now paused awkwardly. âAaahâ¦ yesâ¦ thatâ¦ Well, I suppose Iâm the only one leftâ.

âHaaaaa? Is that so?â the Rogues vindictively pursued the path laid out before them. âIf the Slapepaporhaloohaooors are supposed to be so superior to us, how come theyâre all but extinct now while the humans are thriving?â

âItâs because we ''are'' superior that itâs come to this. Long ago, long before this land was even inhabited by humans, when the Slapalahalapatus still thrived and ruled over it, we became so wise and advanced that we were able to read the words written in the essence of the universe by the creators of this world. And while we found perfect sense in all we could read and gained great knowledge from it, one fateful day, a strange word was found that no one could understand. Our greatest philosophers debated on it day and night, but we could still not find its meaning. The scandalous phenomenon spread like wildfire and quickly it was known across the whole world. Eventually everyone was drawn in the mystery and there was no Slapalahalapatus that wasnât concerned by the burning question. A school of thought existed among us that suggested finding the meaning of that word would explain the meaning of life. We started losing sleep over it. We wouldnât eat or drink. We wouldnât talk or relate or mate. We wouldnât work or make art or science. We could only think of the question of the quizzical word. One by one, we started all dying and in the end I was the only one left, drifting through eternity aloneâ.

â,,,â

ââ¦ Pfft, ahahahaha! They died because of a word! AHAHAHA!â

âYou think this is funny?!â the Slapalahalapatus yelled. âHow about ''you ''try and answer this universeâs most difficult question?â

âWell, maybe I canât answer it, but I wonât die over it if I donât! Pff fu huâ.

âWhy donât we amend that then? If you find the meaning of the word, I will spare you, I wonât eat you and let you go. Iâm even feeling generous today and will give you three chances. However, if you cannot, you shall all meet a gruesome deathâ.

âSo, you want us to find the meaning of that word?â

âYesâ.

âAnd if we fail, youâll kill usâ.

âYesâ.

âWell that sounds rad, whatâs the word then?â

âThe word isâ¦ ''appar''â.

âAppar?â

âApparâ.

âJust appar?â

âJust apparâ.

âKinda underwhelming after everythingâ.

âItâs still the worldâs most important word, despite what you think of itâ.

âOkay, so we get three chances? That should take some thoughtâ

âDoes it mean monkey?â

âNo, appar does not mean monkey. A hypothesis that it might was suggested by Rahapaparupato on the Forty-seven-thousand-thirty-second year After Appar, but it was definitively disproven six-hundred-twenty-eight years laterâ.

âJoe, donât waste our chances like that. We should take careful consideration before we provide any hypotheses. Do you even know how many chances we have to get it right if we spout word randomly?â

âI dunno. Five?â

âThat is wrong on so many levels I donât even know where to begin withâ.

âAlright then, if you know so much better, why donât you try with our second go?â

âHmmâ¦ Letâs see. I took Zotaxian for a semester in Rogue Academy and if I recall correctly they had a word apperia that meant serenity. Could this possibly be connected to appar, that is appar meaning serenity?â

âThat couldnât be. Appar is a true word of the essence of the universe; it has nothing to do with the false languages used by physical beings You only have one chance leftâ.

âOh Crux!â âGood going there Phil, you nailed thisâ.

âOh cut me the slack, please. If weâre going to die soon, I donât want your whining to be the last thing I hearâ.

âHmm. If we even found the right meaning, though, how would you know? You donât know the right one either, so how can you judge?â the only Rogue who hadnât ventured a guess so far spoke up.

âI have studied the matter thoroughly. In the impossible scenario that you get it right, then it would click and everything would make sense. I would knowâ.

âI seeâ, Roger then whispered to his comrades. âIâve got this. Follow my leadâ.

âSo, youâve studied this so well youâd know instantly if it was right. Thatâs pretty apparingâ.

âWhat did you just say? Why did you say that word?â

âOh, you didnât realise? So, you still havenât figured it out, even though we know already. How apparingâ.

âWhat? No! But you donât know. You canât possibly have figured it out!â

âDude, donât appar me like that. You canât just go in denialâ.

âYouâre lying, youâre just trying to fool me!â

âWaitâ¦ are you telling me you were apparing me earlier on when you said youâd know if I figured it out?â

âPersonally, Iâm pretty apparredâ, Joe interjected, having realised what Roger was doing.

âOf course I can tell. Speak the meaning and Iâll judgeâ.

âHe canât even appar the meaning himself when heâs supposed to be such an apparing creature. I donât know what to thinkâ, Phil also caught on.

âOf courseâ¦ of course I canâ¦ appar it. I know the meaning, too. Itâs not possible you would have realised it before I did. I can use the word, too. Itâsâ¦ itâs very apparing to find out what this word means. Oh my Appar. I just used the word in a sentence. More than onceâ¦ This meansâ¦ This meansâ¦â

âWhat does it mean?â

âI finally understand. Everything is clear now. I have discovered the meaning of appar. What has eluded me and my kind for so long, I now can grasp and I can say: itâs the most apparing meaning. I am so appared to finally find out. I got through the loneliness and madness long ago and came to peace with myself, but my only regret was that I couldnât ever know what appar meant. And now that I know, I can finally rest in appar. I am grateful, three friends. For although you are humans, this apparment would not have been possible without you. You helped me see the appar and as such I will let you live. Farewell, three humans and may we appar againâ.

With its final words said the Slapalahalapatus was covered in a bright white light that filled all of their vision. Then as suddenly as it had appeared, the light vanished, the Slapalahalapatus going with it, not without leaving its mark, though, of all the surrounding trees burning.

âWell, that actually workedâ¦ Neatâ.

âDo you actually know what appar meant?â

âNo ideaâ.

âHey, weâve got a camp fire now. Appar!â




âThe end!â Phil finished with a satisfied look on his face.

âDude, this isnât a scary story! Itâs called what we were doing two hours agoâ, Joe objected.

âI donât know, it was pretty scary when it happenedâ.

âWell yeah, but not now after itâs over. And definitely not as a story repeated so quickly afterâ.

âItâs pretty weird though. If there was something so dangerous in these woods, one would expect command would have picked up on it and sent someone investigate. It appars me reallyâ, Roger contemplated.

âWell, never mind that. How about a scary story of yours? You do have one, right? After asking for our own?â

âNaturally, my dear friend Joe. And my story is called ''The Most Haunted House of the Century''â.



===The Most Haunted House of the Century===



It was a night of Halloween Eve âor I guess you might call it early Halloweenâ when three Rogues were seated by the fire in the middle of a forest. Their fourth comrade was conveniently not there, out in the woods searching for water. They were out of food and water and as the night advanced, their thirst grew more and more.

Iâm getting a feeling of deja vu.

Just listen to the story and youâll see.

The three soldiers were getting desperate to drink something and they wondered if it was right to have sent their other comrade to find water alone, even though theyâd just made him gather firewood only to make a new camp fire by themselves. But they all hated work, so worth it. Especially seeing as Ned came back then and for once wasnât useless.

âHey guys, you wonât believe what I found!â the Rogue spoke excitedly as he appeared from the trees.

âIs it water?â

âNo, itâs even better!â

Oops, spoke too soon.

âIf itâs not water, Iâm not interestedâ, Joe looked angry.

âBut guys, you must see this. Thereâs a house in the middle of the forest!â

âIs a house built in a forest so weird?â Phil asked.

âIf it was built in it, no. But this one seems to have crashed a few trees under it, like it appeared on top of them out of nowhereâ.

âThatâsâ¦ apparingâ.

âApparing?â

âSounds worth checking out. Since weâre here anyway, we probably should do as much as to report thisâ.

âIsnât this anyone elseâs job?â Joe complained.

âNo actually this is exactly what we signed up forâ.

âI donât remember thatâ, Roger responded. âBut a magical house sounds fun, letâs do thisâ.

Roger said that, however, not knowing about the old legend of the haunted wandering house. The story goes that there once was a scary strong wizard that one did not want to see cross. When he got mad, he would summon storms or put forests on fire, or worst of all turn you into a wooden squirrel. Living in his magical house that wandered the land on its own,he terrorised it for many years, but eventually even he was slain by a chivalrous hero. However, his house that leaped from place to place still waited for him to return, not knowing that he never would. Embodying the spirit of waiting, it attracted the ghosts of many dead housewives who in their life had to deal with their husbands always away from home. Their merging with the dark and mysterious magics cast into the house from the wizard itself, the haunted wandering house was born: always appearing in dark places across the land, presenting itself to the unassuming, it opens its doors and accepts the weary passersby into its deceptively warm interior. But when it tests its guests and finds them not to be the one itâs looking for, it always with no exception kills them and no one hears of them again. Itâs said that most of all it likes to appear before sailors, travellers and adventurers to satisfy the vengeful spirits haunting it.

That very house is what the four Rogues came upon that night, led by Ned. As described, it lay on top of a couple of trees, crashed by its weight. Coloured black and grey, it was surrounded by an eerie green aura. The Rogues gazed at it in awe and fear, unsure how to proceed.

âSo, what do we do now?â

âI guess we go in?â

âDo we have to?â

âWe canât just come all the way here and not check insideâ.

âFiiineâ.

And so the four Rogues enteredâ¦ And they never came out again. They were never seen again. And no one knows what happened to them.




â...â

âIs that it?â

âYou want more?â

âNo, itâs just itâs kind of stupidâ.

âWhat, you didnât like it?â

âDonât get me wrong, it definitely had that spooky potential, but it lacked in execution. The ending especially needed more workâ.

âEveryoneâs a critic, these days. Letâs see if you still have that attitude if you meet the wandering houseâ.

âAs if that kind of thing existsâ.

âHey guys, Iâm back!â

In the thick of their conversation as they were, the three Rogues hadnât noticed Ned approaching them. In their scary-story-affected mood, everyone jumped up from the surprise appearance.

âCrux, Ned, you scared the brick out of me! Donât creep on us like that!â

âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâ.

âWell, never mind that, whereâs the water?â Joe eyed his friend thirstily.

âI didnât find any, but Iâve got the next best thingâ.

âWaiiitâ¦ What is it?â Phil asked.

âItâs a house! Imagine that, a house in a forest!â âA house?â Philâs voice rose a few octaves, but he wasnât the only one who looked shocked.

âShow usâ, Roger instructed.

âWow, I didnât expect you guys to be so interested. I thought youâd say mean things againâ.

âJust take us thereâ, Joeâs voice was a little shaky.

As asked, Ned led them to his findings. And truly they found a house resting upon some fallen trees. It was made of wood and stone and its walls were crooked. There was a chimney on the roof, but no smoke came out of it, only the eerie mist that surrounded the entire building. The Rogues stared at in fear for a while, wondering if it really was what they thought it was. Then, the final drop came when all of a sudden, the houseâs door opened all on its own. This was all the three friends needed and they all together started running away, screaming in fear lest the house eat them. For everybody knows that when encountered with the mysteries of the other side, being as loud as you can is sure to keep you safe.

The three Rogues ran all the way out of the forest and back to base, where they were later punished for bailing with double the work for the Halloweâen Candy Harvest. Only Ned was left behind wondering what had scared his friends so much. He thought he should follow behind them, so they wouldnât get separated, but as he started walking away, he only got a glimpse of it with the edge of his eye and never was able to confirm it: a blonde woman appeared out of the trees and moving swiftly entered the house, the door closing behind her. And Ned never saw her again. . .

==The Tale of Boo==
Gather round children, I've got a story for you Four soldiers once walking in the forest of Boo In there they were greeted by scary old trees Under which no one would sit to K-I-S-S kiss Deeper and deeper they ventured into the woods And the nasty aura always worsened their moods

The moon rose at night The dark grew in might

In the woods lived a lone ghost named Steve He laughed for the day was All Hallow's Eve The spirits had risen and doomed their fate For the foolish soldiers had taken the bait Receiving a signal of colours black and red Too bad their comrade was already dead

As time went on, the four men started to chat Scared they were not, of the occasional bat Ted said he wanted a coffee with cream That's when they all heard an unearthly scream Frightened they panicked, they run their hearts a-beating As they realised their time on earth was fleeting

In midst of the fright The clock struck midnight

And out of nowhere they were stopped by a sudden house Scared witless they entered like in the trap does the mouse Ancient it looked, and in riches abundant Everything went wrong when Ted touched a pendant From all around there was a sound of creaking And doors everywhere went rampant, mad as the king

The soldiers were then trapped with locked all the doors Right before the appearance of a spectral fiery horse It charged against Ted, now he's down for the count Stomped as he was by the nightmarish mount Then walked in a man by hand holding his head Looking at the horrified group that's what he said

"Welcome travellers, how do you do? Brave you are to enter in the forest named Boo Please join me and together let's dine I'm sure to your liking you'll find my wine But know this, just like your friend By morning, there's no escape, you all will be dead"

The three remaining run completely terrified They hoped their fate they somehow defied John saw a window and thought he found a way When he jumped out he saw of hope a ray But when he landed he faced the headless rider A quick swing and the blood spilled like cider

Off with his head Now John's all red

Bill and Robin the mansion also fled Using a catapult made out of a bed When Bill saw little lights he quickly followed And the Will-O-Wisps gladly showed him the road But that decision's moment he would come to rue When the screen would declare: he was eaten by a grue

Robin the forest wandered for a while The dangers he avoided bearing a smile But then appeared Steve and called "Do not be alarmed I come here in peace, I am not armed Let me help you for with you I've got no beef" Yet when Robin lowered his guard, Steve pushed him off a cliff

Down in void he fell As dawn's rang the bell

Please don't cry children, it was well-deserved For the soldiers were Rogues and thedude they all served Just then in the first morning light dose The spirits of All Hallow's Day rose With a new addition among them: the soldiers felt blue As the story ended with four more residents of the forest of Boo

===On Flight on All Hallowâs Day===



âMan, this is the worstâ, the Rogue declared with a dramatic raise of his arms.

âI guess we deserve it at this pointâ¦ We should have made sure not to get caughtâ, his friend replied with a sigh.

âStill, isnât Captain being a little too cruel? He said weâd do double the work, but weâre basically doing everyoneâs and the rest are chillingâ, the third one complained also.

Three Paradox Rogues were walking down the road of a little village in the outskirts of Morcia. No matter its insignificance in the larger scheme of things, however, there was no exception to the law and thedudeâs dues had to be collected in places small and big. As such, in a background of mixed festivities with people dressed in costumes of ghosts, skeletons and Barney, with fires being lit up here and there and effigies being built and carried around; in the chaos of all things, it was unclear if everyone was celebrating or protesting ârioting even; in this background, Joe, Phil and Roger were carrying their bags of harvest, filled with candy.

âCanât we take a break?â Joe asked.

âYou know weâve got to finish this before the end of the dayâ, Phil reminded.

âItâs already past midnight anyway, the even should technically be over, letâs rest for a whileâ, Roger countered.

âFineâ¦â

The three of them stopped by the likeness of a child dressed in a ghost costume being burnt in the middle of the road, using its fire to warm themselves in the chilly night of nearing winter.

âItâs getting quieter at least, graduallyâ, Phil tried to find the silver lining.

âI would have expected the kids to go home a long time ago honestly. Are their parents okay with letting them go wild like that?â Joe wondered.

âYou know itâs like this every year. Does our job so much harderâ.

âBy the way, where is Ned? Did he get lost again?â Roger remembered their other comrade.

âLast I saw him, I think he was being chased out by an old ladyâ.

âWhere did he get to, that slacker?â

âThat means more work for usâ¦ Worst Halloweâen everâ¦â Joe complained once again.

âTechnically, itâs All Hallowâs Day alreadyâ.

âHmm, actually, I donât think thatâs the worst. My cousin Rowen told me a story of what happened to him last year and it sounds no fun at allâ.

âOh and what story was that?â

âLetâs seeâ¦ Let me try and remember thatâ.




''Stubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 11:12, Log 1




Hello, this is Jack speaking. Official Record Keeper and the best one at that. Though itâs my first time doing it actually. Captain entrusted that to me when we started the journey. This is the sixth day by the way. Oh, you might be wondering why this is the first log, even though itâs the fourth dayâ¦ I kinda forgotâ¦ But itâs all good. Iâm nailing it from now on. Iâve been chosen for this job for my well-suited skill-set, not because the rest of the crew was too bored to do it, as ''some ''suggest.

Oh but at this point I suppose I should introduce the crew! Weâve got the Captain, and you donât want to mess with her. Best captain you could get. Even though she got second place in the West Britay Best Rogue Captain competition, that thing was rigged. No one really likes Captain Barthooker. Whatâs that? I didnât say her name, ah yes. Captain is Captain Elisabeth Viscooky. Donât tell her her name sounds like cookie, though. I imagine sheâd give you two days of mopping for that. Not that I would know for any reason in particular, of course.

Then, weâve got Mr. Svee, the first mate. No one really knows his full name, so we just call him Mr. Svee. Heâs really strong and scary. Everyone respects him, but Iâm kinda afraid to talk to him.

We also have Kibo. Heâs the navigator and pilot. Really knows how to fly straight. And what all these blinking lights and buttons do. So, he must be a genius. And uh, his last name, right? His last name is Ukhozi.

Then thereâs me, Jack. General duties, Official Record Keeper and life of the party. Very talented, graduated Rogue school top of my class, likes country music and puppies. For the ladies, you can hit me up on the email jackknowsgreatnames@thundermail.milt.

Thereâs also Jill whoâs new. We picked her up recently when we started this mission. Apparently, sheâs going to help us with magic consultation or something. Sheâs a sorceress, but this new type that actually knows sorcery, too. Seems pretty cool, but kinda serious. Somewhat aloof. I think Rowen has a crush on her though.

Speaking of Rowen, heâs the other member of the crew. He works on engineering stuff in case anything breaks. Heâs also my best friend and single, if anyoneâs interested.

And this is all of us. Yeah, I know. Small crew, but thatâs because every one of us is worth ten people. Except Fredâ¦ Fred is terrible at everything. Iâm not sure why weâve got him aboard. Oh right! I forgot to mention Fred. Yeah, heâs also a crewmemberâ¦ Anyway, what was I saying? Ah right, weâre all great. Has nothing to do with our division getting budget cuts because our works have been fruitless so far.

You ask what weâre working on? Well, thatâs kinda classified, but maybe I could tell just you, you know between you and me confidentially, that kind of thing. Donât let it slip to anyone else. Weâre basically exploring the horizons, looking for more lands. You know what they say: thedudeâs not conquered everything if thereâs more of everything to conquer. Sadly, no oneâs been able to find anything before, but thatâs actually all the better, because it means ''I ''get to go on this mission. And itâs pretty fun. You knowâ¦ We get isolated from everyone else. See ocean on all sides every dayâ¦ Stay enclosed within the same four walls all the timeâ¦. . . Okay, itâs not the best, but Iâve got my best mates with me, right? Rowen, Jill?

What are you doing?

Iâm recording a log for our mission.

Iâm not sure what exactly youâre up to, but youâre probably doing it wrong.

Hey Rowen, youâre with me right? You get what Iâm saying!

Always, bro!

Thatâs what Iâm talking about bro! See, Jill?

I donât see anything, youâre not making any sense.

In any case, letâs continue. You see, itâs because weâre exploring like that that our journeyâs been taking so long. Normally spaceships like this would get anywhere really fast, but weâve got to actually check the whole landscape or well seascape to look for any land, so progress is slow. Fredâs been saying we wonât find anything since no else has before anyway, but who listens to Fred? After all, Mr. Svee did say that some of the previous expeditions never came back and if they got lost, then there must be somewhere they got lost in and we should find that.

So far weâve not found anything either though. Itâs all been water so far. At least we actually get to travel over it, rather than on it, because I get seasick pretty easily. Not like Fred who gets spacesick, too. Or is it airsick?

Hey Rowen, if youâre flying in a spaceship, but flying in the air, is it spacesick or airsick?

Itâs one of the questions of the ages.

Yo, is it both at the same time?

Itâs like SchrÃ¶dingerâs sickness.

Wouldnât it just be airsick, because itâs whatâs causing the sickness whatâs important, that being travelling in the air?

No, boo. Bad Jill. You donât understand the complicated things.

Yeah, Jill, donât be like Fred.

No one wants to be like a Fred.

Whatâs wrong with Fred, he seems like a nice gu-

Nooooo! Fredâs terrible, have you not seen Fred?

Yeah you canât honestly believe Fred is competent at anything.

Fred is bad.

Fred is bad.

Fred is frad?

Fred is Fred.

Oh man, sick burn.

And with that we complete todayâs log. To summarise: weâre the crew, weâre searching for thing, Fred is bad.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 17:32, Log 2




Weâve hit a bit of a delay. Weâre changing course. Apparently, Kibo just noticed we were off course of where we were headed. Never thought Kibo would make a mistake like that. Weâve been on the wrong path, too much to the south, for hours. Iâve not heard of Kibo doing anything like it before. Weird. Guess he must be tired, too, after all this water for six days straightâ¦

Then again, Fred told me all that, so itâs probably nonsense. No way that man knows whatâs going on right.

Well, at least weâre headed the right way now, towards the west. Captain did mention some numbers or coordinates or something, but I donât really remember them. All will be good and hopefully weâll discover new lands in time for breakfast tomorrow.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 30th 9 Yt, 23:47, Log 3




Man, I could really do with some soda right now.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission sixtee- ah got it wrongâ¦

''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:43, Log 4




Damn, woken up early today. As if Iâve got a job to do or something. Whatâs it Jill? Stop staring at me like that. Anyway, no land found yet. And I also missed breakfast. Why did Captain have to lock the kitchen today?

Maybe itâs a not so subtle hint youâre supposed to wake up on time.

Listen to her, Rowen. Ridiculous, right?

Haha, all I know is I ate breakfast and you didnât. Sucks to be you.

No, the betrayal!

A- achoo!

Hmm? Whatâs it, Jill? You sick or something.

Nah, I donât think so. Maybe some allergy.

Is there anything on this ship to be allergic to?

You?

Oh man sick burn, she totally got you.

Dang it, I gotta give that to you. And thus we end this recording with Jill ahead of me for now, but will she maintain that score? Tune in next episode to find out.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission aah 17, Date whatever, Log the next one after the previous one




Hello everyone. Itâs Rowen, your new host. Iâm sure youâll be happy to have gotten a much better-looking host nowâ¦ Though you canât really see me with these. But my voice is greater, too.

Anyway, for things to log.

Jack is a nerd.

Fred is bad.

Itâs hard to read Captain, but I think I might have seen a slight smile in the morning when Jack was upset about breakfast. So, maybe sheâs happy today.

Jill is still pretty.

Day thirty-one of losing arm-wrestles to Mr. Svee. Gonna get him some day.

Oh uh and speaking of Jill. She said she had a strange itch earlier today and when I suggested I scratch her if itâs hard to reach, she merely shot me down, didnât hit me. So, I think thatâs going well.

Oi Rowen, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, Jackâs coming, gotta go. Over!




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:22, Log what was the last number, Rowen?




I think youâre doing that wrong, Rowen. Youâre only supposed to say that when using a walkie-talkie.

I mean you can walk with this right?

Not the same thing. Anyway, who gave you permission to use ''my'' journal, ah I mean log.

I just did it, yo.

Hmmâ¦ Well, canât argue with that.

Hey guys, what are you doing?

Oh shoot, itâs Fred. Run, run, go, go, go!




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 18:56, Log 7




I was telling Rowen, and I think all of you listeners at home will agree, that he should just go for it and ask Jill out, but then he says he canât when the mood in the shipâs so bad, itâs killing his groove. So, I ask him whatâs wrong. And he says that he overheard Kibo and Captain arguing. What are they arguing about, I ask. Apparently, Kibo fell asleep overnight and hit the wrong button or something and sent the ship the wrong way going right bast east towards home. Kibo denied it, saying he was up all night and never did he turn the ship around and he doesnât understand what happened. So, Captainâs mad at him for making a mistake twice, but also not admitting it. She told him to go sleep, because heâs too tired to fly properly and Kibo got annoyed saying it wasnât true at all.

Anyway, Captain took over the controls and weâre back on track now, but I wonder what happened to Kibo. Heâs been a perfect pilot in all our past ventures. Maybe heâs homesick.

Yo, Rowen, what do you think?

Probably he talked to Fred too much and caught incompetence.

Oh thatâs rightâ¦ Thatâs probably it.

Hmm. I donât know, thereâs definitely something weird about this. Iâve been feeling a bit off since a while ago. Maybe thereâs something else at play.

Like what?

Maybe a rebelâs curse. But thatâs just a guess. I think I should probably go study. Tell people not to bother me.

Hey, Rowen, whatâs up with Jill?

Donât know, Jack. But thatâs what girls are like. A mystery.

I can hear you! I told you what was wrong!




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 20:56, Log 8




Itâs getting late now, so itâs hard to see, but Mr. Svee said he saw mist ahead on the telescope, so weâve all been wondering if that means anything. If we should approach or avoid it. Captain asked for Jill to look into it with her voodoo magic or whatever, but sheâs been cooped up in her room and doesnât come out. I tried to peek in at some point and she was in some sort of meditative stance with weird make-up on her face and candles lit all around. Iâll never understand those sorcerers.

In any case, with her like that, weâve pretty much no choice to just go in and investigate it. I wonder what weâll find. If anything. It might just be boring old mist. Well, weâll find out in a few hours.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission seventeeaaaaah, something something something 4:28, Log 9




Iâm thirsty.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 10




Ah, woken up early today, damn. Why Captain, why? I almost missed breakfast, too. Itâs a new day today and hmm, whatâs that? Computerâs got the wrong date for some reason, says the 15th. Weird. Iâll tell Rowen to come and fix it later. Ah, this headache is killing me. Iâll end this entry early now.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 10:42, Log 11




Maaan, what is this? I ask Rowen to fix the computer for me and he says no, because somethingâs got Jill spooked up and heâd rather stay with her. Man! Itâs bros before hoes, ya know? Iâd get it if Jill actually what she was so scared of, but she said she doesnât know! Thatâs weird, right? So, now Iâm stuck with Fred trying to fix it, like what?

Hi guys!

Donât make it worse, Fred.

Whoâre you talking to? Any friends back home?

Fred, you know weâre not allowed to contact people outside of this ship without authorisation.

Ah right. So, anyway about this computerâ¦ Have you tried turning it off and on again?

Oh dammit.




''S''''tubbornness'', Official Record Keeperâs Log, Star Date whatever




I was on my way to ask Mr. Svee to fix my computer, but then I met Captain and Kibo in the halls having the weirdest conversation. Captain was asking Kibo why the ship was all overturned, but then Kibo said it couldnât have been his fault, because in the early morning it was Captain flying the ship. But thatâs weird, I donât remember Captain taking over. And she too was confused about it. They then simply went and fixed the shipâs course, but Iâm not sure whatâs going on and neither are they. I wonder if Kiboâs cursed.




''S''''tubbornness'', Mission the one we got, Date today, around one, Log 13




Now Jillâs taken to going around in a weird costume with a censer, burning incense and sprinkling water. She says itâs some kind of ceremonial dress. I think she might end up short-circuiting something, but Rowen isnât stopping her. I think he might just like the costume though.

Captain also seems to think we should just let the sorceress do her thing. Maybe itâs cause thereâs such a strange mood over the ship today, because normally I donât think sheâd be that accepting. I did catch Mr. Svee giving her an unconvinced look, though.

What a day.




''S''''tubbornness'', blah blah blah, Log 14, Status report




It appears through our combined efforts, Fred, Mr. Svee and I haveâ¦ crashed my computer. Itâs not opening any more, dammit. Oh, but also it looks like the date problem involves all our computers. Did we get hacked?




''S''''tubbornness'' pays off! Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 14:53, Log 15




WE HAVE SEEN LAND! I repeat! We have seen land! I was just informed Mr. Svee saw it on the telescope. Looks like an island. Itâs overcast with mist apparently and thereâs a storm on the horizon, but weâre all too excited. Weâve discovered new land, actual land. The mission is a success! Weâre all eager to see it from up close and explore it, so weâll attempt to land. A storm should be no problem for our ship.




''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 15:09, Blog 16




Hello everybody and welcome back to the Official Record Blog. Today we will be interviewing the crew of the ship Stubbornness. I have with me right now a man by the name Rowen, would you like to tell us what youâre doing right now?

Maintenance on the engines.

Ah splendid. And will that be important for landing on the island?

Itâs important for everything.

I see, I see. And tell us, Mr. Rowen, what are you excited for in light of the upcoming exploration?

Hmmâ¦ I wonder if thereâll be any good food there.

Donât we all? You know what they say, they donât pay for luxury in the Rogues.




Next is Miss Jill. What would you like to say to the audience, Jill?

Aaaaah. Donât poke sleeping dragons?

Awfully specific, but will do. Would you care to explain what youâre doing?

Iâm preparing an enchantment for the blessing of this ship.

For those of you at home who canât see, Jill is currently standing on one leg, reaching for her head with the other and juggling some mysterious bags of dried leaves with her hands. Impressive, I know, but kids donât try this at home.

Itâs actually a lot more complicated than what Jack just explained.

You heard it right from the source folks.

And anything youâre looking forward to now that weâll be landing?

Hmm, I guess Iâd like to see what the landscape is like.

What a nerd.

Hey! And here I am being nice, humouring you.

How very uncharacteristic of you. But thatâs all the time weâve got for you, Iâm afraid. Youâll have to file your complaints next time.

As if Iâm coming on this show again another timeâ¦

Youâve acknowledged it as a show now, you canât take this back, ha ha ha ha!

No wait Jack, come back!




Haha and now that weâve gotten to trick Jill, let us proceed to the next person. Kibo, would you like to-

Hey, who let you in here? Be quiet, Iâm trying to focus now, weâll be entering the storm soon.

And so-

Get out of here!




Alas, the last thing didnât work out, but weâve got more people to interview. Mr. Svee what would you like to tell the audience?

Hrmph.

Ah, very eloquently said.

And what are you doing there?

Preparinâ. Landinâ.

Ah, I seeâ¦ And what is something youâd like to do once we land?

â¦ Fishinâ

Very nice. Maybe youâd like a fishing partner once you do.

No.

Ahâ¦ Okay. Then, I believe this part of the interviewing process is over. On to the next person!




Hey Captain, what-

What in Crux are you doing, Jack?

Interviewing?

Why?

As part of my logging dutiesâ¦

Haaaâ¦ Iâll let you off this once, because weâre all excited todayâ¦ But donât you go doing stupid stuff like that again, you hear me?

Yes, maâam!




And thus sadly this interview comes to an end, but hopefully youâve all come to know our crew members a little better. Thatâs all of them after all.

Hey, what about me?

What about you Fred?

Wonât you interview me?

No.




Log 17




Hem hemâ¦ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

WE JUST ENTERED THE STORM AND I DONâT KNOW IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, BECAUSE ITâS VERY LOUD, BUT DAMN WAS THAT SUDDEN ROAR OF THUNDER SCARY!




Log 18




Welcome back. Iâve sought out a more soundproof place, so that you can hear my voice without screaming. The storm has proven to be stronger than we expected. Kiboâs fighting it out right now, so that weâre not overtaken by the winds, but itâs fine, this kind of thing happens sometimes. Iâve got to say though I really am glad weâre in a waterproof airtight ship cause itâs chaos out there. I looked out a window and could barely see anything beyond the drops of rain. Or the hail. Yes, there seems to be hail also.

Rowen and Jill are here with me in the closet, looking for warm clothes and blankets. Itâs gotten pretty cold suddenly. And Captain doesnât want to raise the thermostatâs temperature. Something about saving energy. I donât really get it, weâve got enough fuel to go on for thrice as much and still be able to come back, but Captain is Captain, I suppose. At least, it means Jill changed out of her ridiculous outfit.




Log 19




And the storm just got stronger. You can hear the sound of hail hitting on the roof, canât you? I wonder if my voice will end up completely drowned out by the end of this.

Weâve got more people trying to stay warm in the closet now, under the piles of cloth available. Fredâs here and Mr. Svee stayed for a while before he went back to. Captain and Kibo are in the cockpit though trying to keep control of the ship. The stormâs making it harder to land safely, but they should be able to make it soon if they work together.

Iâll just stay in the closet though. Incidentally, the closet also happens to be the emergency room for some reason âI think it was a form of budget cuts. However, itâs not that Iâm scared. Iâm just here toâ¦ guard the clothes. Itâd be a shame if something happened to them. What would Jill do if she lost any other potential weird outfits?

My outfits arenât weird.

Itâs not the time for that, Jill! Erm hem, where was I? Ah yes. So, as you can see Rowen and Jill are lucky to have me with them. I can protect them as well as the clothes. 




Log 20




Nope, not doing it. Better to just pull out, they said. We wouldnât be able to go out anyway if we landed, so itâs better if we just wait it out from outside.

The jolts are getting more violent and Rowenâs kinda scared. Ha ha, heâs such a kid. Iâm not scared at all myself of course.




Lo- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!




The shipâs gone out of control. Weâre spinuwauwawanniiiingâ¦!

I think Iâm going to hurl!

Please donât!

Ah, Mr. Svee, what do we do?!

Brace for impact! Weâre falling!




I think Iâve gotta go now. The shipâs gone underwater and there might be damage to the hull.

Mr. Sveeâs hit his head.

Oh no, is he all right?

Heâs breathing, but it might be a concussion.

Fred, take care of him, weâve got to go.







Ahâ¦ This is Rowen speaking. I found Jackâs recorder on the floor, so Iâve picked it up now. If these are going to be the last moments of our lives, we might as well leave something behind of them. The emergency lights just went on after a power failure, but for a while it was dark and I lost Jill. I got separated from Jack earlier when the seaweed monsters were chasing us.

You see, we fixed the parts of the hull that had been breached, or so we thought. But then it turned out some kind of moving, crawling seaweeds had gotten in along with the water. They tried to strangle Jack, but we cut them off him. Then, they started amassing together to form bigger figures that chased us.

I think Iâve lost them for now, but thatâs not the only problem right now. Iâve come up to a window and that sound we heard earlierâ¦ Huge tentacles seem to be wrapped around the ship. What the heck is this? Are we gonna die? I donât wanna die. This is stupid.




Hi, itâs me again. Iâve come up to the cockpit door. I tried to open it, but it wouldnât badge. Then, I noticed the seaweeds on it. Iâm afraid to touch it. Captain and Kibo might be in danger, thoughâ¦ Iâll try knocking.

Hello? Hello? Anybody in? Theyâre not answering, but the seaweeds are starting to stir. They might already beâ¦ Either way, I donât think I can help them. I hopeâ¦ I hope. I gotta go!




Whoa! Jill is awesome! She just came out of nowhere and burnt some seaweeds to a crisp. Never underestimate sorcerers. Thanks Jill, you saved me.

No problem, but what are you doing at such a time?

Never mind that, we should try to find the others and stick together.




We just found Jack struggling with a bunch of fish that had gotten in through another hole. We got him away, but I donât know if we can fight all these fish. Theyâre pretty big and they look hungry and thereâs all this water coming in.

Letâs just run!




Haha! This was so cool. Jack just smashed a sea snakeâs head with a bat. Not sure where he even got it. Saved Jill that way. Iâm starting to think we might just make it. Soon weâll get to the armoury to get our weapons.




AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!

Weâve been thrown! Weâve been thrown! The tentacles have thrown us! Weâre all gonna die, weâre all gonna die! Weâll start falling soon and then we will die.

â¦

Hey guys when are we gonna start falling?

I donât know, I figured itâd start happening right about now, but honestly it feels like weâre still.

Weird.

So weâre not gonna die?

Greetings.

AH! Itâs something!

KILL IT WITH FIRE! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

Wait, itâs a person!

How did he get here? How did you get here? Are you an enemy? Ha! Are you a sea person?

I am not-

Down with sea people! Iâm not going down so easily, youâll only kill me over my dead body.

What?

As I was saying-

How can he kill you over your dead body? That doesnât seem physically possible.

Thatâs why it would only happen over my dead body.

What?

No, no, heâs got a point.

Silence!

Ah right, intruder. Sorry, weâre not used to dealing with that. Honestly, you find us in a bit of an uncomfortable time.

I know, thatâs why Iâm here.

To finish us off?

No, Iâm here to help you.

Help us? Who even are you?

Who am I? I suppose you could call me Thorn.

Well, Thorn, Iâm sure youâre a very finely-dressed gentleman, but I donât know if you can really help us. Weâre kind of in an impending doom situation.

Oh donât worry. Little Thorn has his ways. All I need is a word from you and I can make all your problems go away.

That sounds like an internet scam.

Whatâ¦ is an internet?

Never mind that, what Iâm sure Jack meant to say is we have absolute trust in your ability to help us, but why would you do that?

Oh, cannot a man help some poor fellows out of the kindness of his heart? Youâre lucky itâs the Hallowed Day. I saw you poor souls battling the storm and I couldnât help it my heart was moved. So, you see I want to help you. But whether or not I do depends entirely on you. I simply need you to agree to the terms.

Terms, what terms?

Oh, itâs but a simple thing. You neednât worry at all. Letâs say that you will just owe me a favour afterwards. Itâs no big deal, right? A favour in exchange for your lives. It seems like a good bargain to me.

Hmm. A favour that we know nothing about and could be anything and which you can ask at any time in the future, possible with greatly adverse effects to our lives? I donât know about that. So, make it one favour in exchange of our livesâ¦ ''plus ''one soda.

I can do that.

Cool.

Itâs a deal then?

Itâs a deal.

â¦

Hey, where did he go?

Oh man, I wanted a soda, too.

Wait, are we falling now?

AAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAAAAAAAH!




Hello, everyone! This is Fred speaking. I just found the guys and a soda unconscious in a pool of water. I pulled them out, but Iâm not sure what to do with the soda, what do yâall think? I donât know if Jack would be mad that I used his recorder thingy, but heâs unconscious right now, so I couldnât ask and I thought someone should record this. You know, like a commemorative photo.

There was a lot of shaking, but in the end it seems we made it out and weâre currently floating out in the open sea, but under clear sky. Hmm. Now that I mentioned that, why were we in a storm in the first place? I donât seem to remember at the moment. But my new friend Thorn is telling me not to worry about it, so Iâll probably do that.




''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 8:13, Log 29




Wow, log 29? When did we get to such a high number? I only remember recording likeâ¦ three. Speaking of which, when did it become November 2nd? Iâd swear it was like October 31st today? Is the computer broken, orâ¦ Oh man, did I miss Halloweâen? I was gonna harvest some candy from Rowen. Hmm. I do feel like something did happen recently, but I canât quite recollect it any more. Hey Rowen! Do you remember what we were doing the past two days?

Aaaah. Werenât we flying like always? Or ratherâ¦ I think we found something? But no, I would remember something like that. Hmm, the more Iâm trying to think about it the more itâs eluding me. Anyway, wonât you hurry? Youâll miss breakfast at this rate. New rules today onwards.

What? I canât miss that!




...nd Rowen, can I ask you something?

Hang on a moment, Jill, first I gotta:

''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date October 31st 9 Yt, 8:32, Log 30

Do you have to record everything?

I was thinking. You know how back home weâve got this daily vlogger thing where they record their whole daily life to show people. Maybe we could do something like that, too.

That soundsâ¦ terrible. But never mind that, what was I talking about?

You were about to ask something.

Ah thanks Rowen. What was it again? I thinkâ¦ right. Do you guys feel like something is wrong? Like something is missing?

Mmm. I donât really know what youâre talking about.

Like, am I the only one whoâs getting a headache when trying to think about what we did the past few days?

Why would we all get a headache together? Do you have something contagious?

No, I guess youâre right. What I was saying was unreasonable. Did we do anything out of the ordinary lately, you feel?

Out of the ordinary? Nah, these were the most common days weâve had really. I did like an interview, right? I think. And then you wore a cosplay. Maybe thatâs what youâre thinking of.

Cosplay? I donât remember that, butâ¦ maybe? I guess one of the two of you convinced me to try something like that.

Then, that settles it, that must have been it. I do also remembering seeing you in a costume.

You must have been too embarrassed and repressed the memory.

Or maybe you hit your head during that huge storm that we went into?

What are you talking about Fred? What storm?

Ehhhâ¦ Not really sure.

Silly Fred, what are you trying to confuse us for? Well, I guess as they say Fred is bad.

Yessss! Jill knows it, too!

Fred is bad.

Fred is Fred.

Fred is happy that heâs got pals like you lot?

Youâre even bad at ''this'', Fred?




''S''''tubbornness,'' Mission 17, Date November 2nd 9 Yt, 9:05, Log 31




Ah, Captain just debriefed us. Apparently, weâre going back home. The shipâs sustained too much damage to risk travelling any further. When did the ship get damaged again? Hmm. Maybe we hit birds while I was sleeping or something like that. Anyway, looks like this series is going to be coming to an end soon, but donât you worry. Iâll still be here for the Stubbornnessâs next mission (probably). Now off to mopping, there seems to be a lot of water in the ship for some reason.










âAnd thatâs why you can always have a worse November 1stâ, Roger finished.

âI donât buy itâ.

âWhat?â

âI donât buy itâ, Joe repeated. âSeems like you made it all upâ.

âWhat are you talking about? Thatâs a real story that happened to my cousinâ.

âThen, your cousin is making it upâ.

âYeah, it doesnât make any sense. If they all forgot about it in the end, then how was your cousin able to tell you?â Phil commented.

âIt was still in the logs, you seeâ.

âSpeaking of, why did you tell the story like you were repeating the logs? That was so weirdâ.

âAnd who was that Thorn character?â

âWhat was that island?â

âWhy was there so much mystery around it?â

âWho knows? They never learnt. Thatâs why itâs a mysteryâ.

âWhy has no one heard of this story before? None of the expeditions ever reported successâ.

âBecause they also forgot the logsâ.

âSo, thatâs why Iâm sayingâ¦ it doesnât add up. If they forgot, then they couldnât have told you. And why do ''you'' remember in the first place? Youâre making it all upâ.

âFine, have it your way. I know whatâs true, I donât need your confirmationâ.

âHey guys Iâm back!â Ned suddenly appeared, looking rather dishevelled with branches and dirt all over him.

âAnd where have you been?â Phil asked.

âApparently, Iâve somehow become the local Raccoon crime lordâ, Ned explained.

âSee, I even believe Nedâs story more than I do youâ, Joe noted.

âOh thatâs so nice of youâ.

âShut up, Nedâ.

âAnyway, letâs get back to work. Thereâs still lots of candy to getâ.

And thus the three Renegade friends âand Nedâ continued along the road, leaving the warm fire behind. . .



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