And while I was playing...:
And then I saw the sale for the Nighmare Hoard and the Raven's Hoard and I'm like.... just one just one. So, yeah, I only got one of each. And I got like, three new pets. An ice salamander, a death scarab and a mysterious egg (that hatches in seven hours.....)
Anyway..... I got a new story idea called Black Ivy. Not really sure where I'm going with it but it has to do with clockworks and I've ALWAYS wanted to write a story like that (but it's never worked out. Maybe it will now!!).
Anyways, here's part one, or part of part one. I've not sure if I'm ending it where it is right now. So bear with me.
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I
pant breathlessly as I run atop the houses for Marlybone. A brown leather bag
swinging in my hand. Was I far enough away yet?
I
skid to a halt trying to keep my balance on the edge of a building. It had
rained last night and water puddles were scattered everywhere, making the way
dangerous.
A
chilly evening breeze mixed with the yowl of a cat forced me to stand still and
listen closely, trying to pick up the sound of footsteps following.
Nothing.
I
sigh and grin. I pull the hood of my cloak farther over my face and tuck the
bag under my arm. Instead of taking the wooden ramp down to the next roof I
jump. The wood would be too slippery anyways. Crouching and listening, I make
sure no one is in sight as I bound across that rooftop. Soon I’m at the end of
the way and great, tall, buildings loom over my head.
I
duck behind some crates as an Air Ferry pulls in. Three wizards from Ravenwood
get off, talking loudly to themselves. As soon as they pass another wizard
passes them quietly and climbs aboard the ferry. Now’s my chance.
Silent
as night I creep out from behind the crates and secure a handhold on the edge
of the ferry. Neither the driver nor the wizard notices. As it lifts off with
me dangling from it I grab another bar directly under the ferry and cling to
that while I pull my feet up.
I
hold on tight and don’t look down as the ferry travels back to Digmoore
station. The ferry pulls into the port. The tail of my cloak just trailing the
cement surface. Once the ferry stops moving and the wizard gets off do I drop
on to my back on the ground. I slither out from under the ferry to the back and
sneak along the middle isle between the ferry I rode (that came from Chelsea
Court) and the ferry that goes to Hyde Park.
When
the police man passes I sprint over to Juliana, who sells tickets, and reach
out my hand. She gives me a passive look, shakes my hand, and I pass her the
gold coin.
I
nod and then I leave. I pass happy couples talking and laughing. I think to
myself, I wish I could have that again.
Shaking
away the feeling I head down the stairs that you don’t see unless you’re
looking. I open the door and smile at the hunched over toad. “Hello there
croaky!”
He
looks up from the deck of spell cards he was shuffling and smiles. When someone
did manage to find their way down here he offered spell cards to them. He
waves.
As
a young toad he had had an accident with one of the chimney sweepers and had
lost the ability to talk. But he could still croak for that matter.
I
look over at Howard Angleton. “Hello Howard,” I say stiffly.
He
glances up. “Suri. Did you get the parts?” I drop the leather bag with a heavy
thud on the table where he was tending a miniature Cat Thug pet. It was mewing
pathetically. “Mister Sam got his ear scratched on one of my tools. Again. If
he does this once more time I’m gonna have to lower the price on him,”
complains Howard.
“As
well as me. I’ve done everything you’ve asked. You let me have him now,” I
snap.
“Oh
very well very well. He’s on the back table. Don’t know why you like him so
much. Just a broken piece of trash he is.”
“Is
not,” I mutter under my breath. “You can still use the broken pieces.”
Slumped
against the wall on a table was a terribly broken Brass Golem. Even when you
simple poked it some piece would fall off.
Being
extremely gentle I lift and arm.
It
breaks off and hangs limply in the air.
“Just
as I thought. Can’t fix it.”
“My
sentiments exactly,” mutters Howard.
Pretending
not to have heard him, I begin to take him apart. One spring, cog, and or other
parts, at a time.
Soon
a good sized pile of mechanical parts was to my left. The wooden and brass
structure was to my right. I shrug off my cloak and tie my black hair back in a
pony tail.
Time
to get to work.
I
start by figuring out how to fit the structure properly. It was poorly made in
the first place so I knew I had to get it right.
Once
that was done I sorted the smaller parts into piles that would go into the legs
and arms. Then the body and head.
Then
I started attaching those together. One part at a time.
Soon
a new Brass Golem was lying on the table before me. Satisfied that everything
was in place I gently laid the interior into the shell and closed it. Carefully
standing it upright I inserted the key into its back and wound it 15 times.
The
golem straightened and waves its head and looked around. It looked at me,
Howard, Croaky, then at the poster on the wall. Howard and Croaky looked up and
gaped at it. Howard came over and examined it.
“Wow.
The… the structure is just… and the cogs here at the joints are… and the pins
in the head and heart… how did you do it?”
I
shrug. “After looking at some failures and some working ones I found that the
main difference was in the three wires that led to the right side of the heart.
In the working ones they were wound together, in the failures a certain someone
forgot to connect them.” I glare at Howard and he glares back. “Also, the pins
in the joints were too tight, that’s why they would freeze up or rust faster.
But if they were too loose the golem would crumble. So they have to be right in
between.”
“Genius.”
I
smiled. Then I took an oily rag and lifted the golem’s right foot. I smeared
away Howard signature (H.A. Works).
Then I took a tiny chisel and engraved on the foot:
S. Nr.
This
stood for Suri Nightriver, my name.
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So.... yeah.
And yes, I was on today.I finished finding the books quest in Mooshu and I'm SO CLOSE to level 53. Like 3,000 xp away!
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Laterz!
~Emma
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