an assortment of things

[magineer]

i.

Your body makes you weak. You make it stronger.
You can see what's coming in little burns across your retina and flickers dancing in the gold in your hands.
The picture is never clear, but the glow is always too bright.
You disabled the headaches. You have no time to be concerned whether this body is dying under you.

ii.

This world is determined to hate you because you cannot understand.
Neither can they.

iii.

The path forks again and again, but it all leads back.
You have to do this.




⚷ A key that will only turn for its master, but its master is long dead and the key is snapped into pieces. Turo has repaired the key, and waits to assign it a new master. Now one must only find the lock.

☄ A tiny piece of spacematter fell from the sky and stayed hot, burning anyone who tried to touch it. Turo lifted it safely between his enchanted talons and brought it back. It would make a steady and reliable source of heat for his forging or for a mage, but he is no fool; Turo won't use anything until he can identify all of its properties, and this meteorite remains stubbornly opaque. He keeps it in a vice on a shelf in the back. He'll study it later. He has more pressing work to do.

♕ Ordinarily, Turo will melt down or make changes to any enchanted gold items his agents bring back. This crown, however, has had its enchantments stripped away and now sits on a plinth above the exit door, perhaps as a warning, the only unenchanted gold item in his emporium. Where did he get it?

⚔ A golden sword inlaid with rare jewels and complicated engravings, strengthened beyond anything else in his emporium. Sometimes he layers new enchantments over the top of the rest, an ongoing hobby to see how much magic one can weave into an item before it shatters. The sword sings under your fingertips, tugging at your mind. You remind yourself it's not possible to torture an object.

⦿ A transparent glass eye with a gold pupil floating in the dead centre of the sphere. This is not a discreet replacement for a real eye, but even holding it lets you see the auras of living things, the flow of magic in the air, and the intent left behind by men long gone - whether benevolent or malevolent. Turo is an expert at reforging armour and weapons, but he favours anything that can augment what the people of this world can see and perceive.




♪
PROCLAIM ETERNAL VICTORY
COME ON AND CHANGE THE CAUSE OF HISTORY
AND PULL US THROUGH

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WHEN EVERY INCH OF MATTER IS MEASURED
AND EVERY FORCE AND ELEMENT IS KNOWN
IT’S ON

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I FOUND A BOOK ON HOW TO BE INVISIBLE
ON THE EDGE OF THE LABYRINTH
UNDER A VEIL YOU MUST NEVER LIFT
PAGES THAT YOU MUST NEVER TURN

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WHO, WHO ARE YOU REALLY?
AND WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE
'CAUSE I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

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WELL THE SIGNS WERE CLEAR, THEY HAD NO IDEA
YOU JUST GET USED TO LIVING IN FEAR
OR GIVE UP WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN PICTURE YOUR FUTURE

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CAST TO THE GROUND BY THE WHIM OF THE MERCILESS SKY
BORN TO THE FIRE THAT BURNS IN THE ALL-SEEING EYE