ORIGIN

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what might this be..?

Bayo's return, and request, were met with bright and cheerful chiming. After a moment, the Wishing Stone flashed--and there was a clatter in Bayo's drawstring bag. Within, there were suddenly a large number of tiny bones--sturdy, each unique, but nearly filling the bag to the brim! Upon closer inspection, each bone held a sigil of some kind carved into it. Bayo would know, as if the knowledge had been whispered to him, that the glyphs meant nothing on their own--but that they helped to differentiate the bones, and that he could assign to them any meaning that he liked.

Bayo receives: A Collection of Small Bones

OOC reward:
Charlie has won their choice of a Tier Five reward, and may claim a Winner's Choice in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel!

Forgraves' gratitude was met with a song: a series of happy-sounding chimes that rang softly through the air around him. How good it was to make others happy!

Madhukar's feather request was met, at first, with almost puzzled chiming. It felt, in some surreal manner, as though hte stone had tilted back its head to examine the feather from several directions, humming to itself all the while. Then there came the abrupt chime: inspiration! It had the perfect thing!

The feather vanished, and a moment later a hefty (but perfectly-fitted) leather hat popped into existence to land atop Madhukar's head, tilted rakishly to one side. It was black, weathered to an almost scuffed brown, and in the style of a Cavalier-style hat one step shy of a tricorne. The brim on one side swept outward; the brim on the other was curled up to the hat's dome, and it was here that the big feather swept out and back with a flourish, made soft and fluffy in the Wishing Stone's strange process. It was a pirate's hat, fit for a Pirate Queen, though why the Wishing Stone had deemed it suitable for Madhukar was anybody's guess. Perhaps the Stone simply favored hats. It did look very stylish, though.

Madhukar receives: Pirate Queen's hat--with feather.

OOC Reward:
YspobDon has won their choice of a Tier Two reward, and may claim any one of the following for ANY of their characters in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel: Medium Spell Borrow, 500 Magicka, or Lost Stone (Guaranteed Revive, Hybrid Animal, GM-Rolled)

Kaimana's words were briefly considered, and the Wishing Stone seemed to hit upon an answer straightaway. A small chunk of misshapen gold hit the floor before her with a heavy thud. With it came simple knowledge: there was a black dragon who lived on an island in Leo; this dragon would carry her boat anywhere she wished, for the cost of that gold piece. An easy solution, and one the Stone offered up with an almost proud and cheerful hum.

Kaimana receives: a gold piece to pay the questionable ~~Ferryman~~ dragon.

Skein's approach was somehow met with the VERY strong feeling that the puzzled Wishing Stone was watching every fumbled step. The clatter of a rock was met with a bright and questioning flash. The snap of a twig was met with a bright and likewise questioning chime. When Skein finally placed their hand upon the stone, it considered their request.

The problem, of course, is that it could not control what Skein's family did. The Wishing Stone could not reach out to change others; it could only offer change, or help, to Skein themselves. And, pondering, the Wishing Stone noted (perhaps counterproductively) a brief vision: one of Aquarian lurching from the Heart of Cetus to swallow down several hapless Gembounds. As if to note, helpfully, that actually--Aquarian did eat people. Or, at least, once had.

Now, the Wishing Stone could have just granted Skein the ability to Gauge others' intentions, and left it at that--but, hmm, it ought to take the creature's family into account, yes?. So it reached into the ether, and it pulled forth an item, instead: one that any of the Children would be able to use. It was a simple magnifying glass at first glance--made of polished black wood--but gazing through it to examine another being would give its bearer insight as to their intentions. No more would be the days of paranoid suspicion: now they would know, with relative surety, what it is that they were facing.

Skein receives: The Magnificent Malice Magnifier. (See below for details.)

OOC Reward:
Gortys has won their choice of a Tier One reward, and may claim any of the following for ANY of their characters in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel: Low Spell Borrow, 300 Magicka, Lost Stone (Guaranteed Revive, Earth Animal, GM-Rolled)

When Mirac emerged from his vision, the Wishing Stone's colors were almost quivering. Maybe the Void Lightning had crashed and crackled around the stone while Mirac was 'dreaming?' Whatever the case, it almost hastily accepted his departing gratitude, as if somehow relieved not to be itself obliterated before he went.

Sergei's pleas were met with a flicker of blue and violet, as if in sympathy. There was something wretched about a creature the bear's size and bulk being so afraid, and the Wishing Stone's gift came kind and gentle: a soft surge of knowledge. The bear would know, in an instant, how to simply purge the fungus, if infected--how to move it, from his body to a point outside.

Sergei receives: Fungal Wake.

OOC Reward:
Dark has won their choice of a Tier One reward, and may claim any of the following for ANY of their characters in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel: Low Spell Borrow, 300 Magicka, Lost Stone (Guaranteed Revive, Earth Animal, GM-Rolled)

Fleas' almost cynical demand was met with a bright flash of color, and a vision. It swept the world out from around the jackal, and instead she would see a stage: brightly-lit, blindingly so, with a strange creature standing on its hind legs. This creature wore a black-and-red Jester's hat, with bells on the end, and a black collar with red gemstones set in silver. It also wore large, silly, curved shoes with bells at their toes. A crowd was sitting in chairs, around tables, arranged before the stage--it looked like the palace of Cepheus, if she were at all familiar. The Jester tugged nervously at the collar, and offered an almost frightened grin, and Fleas would feel the distinct gathering of courage as the Jester made a decision that they knew was a stupid one--but it was worth the show. "So Master Nemean says, 'maybe if we buy a few pairs of new shoes? ...And then he said... maybe when you've grown a few feet!"

Laughter choked through the crowd, but one shrill voice cried "HEY!" and as a large shadow, clearly carrying an axe, fell across the stage, the Jester gulped and winced, and murmured "Aww, not again..."

When the vision passed, Fleas would find the collar lying on the rock before her paws. And she'd know, instinctively, that this magical hunk of stone and leather was there purely to dull the pain of (repeated) returns to the chrysalis, as (frequently) experienced by the hapless Jester.

Fleas receives: Jester's Gambit

Umbriel's request was, at first, met with apology. Corruption's very nature was Chaos; to embrace its element (or be made from it) was to live with its unpredictable ways. Yet, perhaps... there was something the Wishing Stone could offer. It would be difficult to retrieve, if made a little easier by flight--assuming Umbriel's vast wings could actually lift her airborne. She saw it, in her mind: a dark crevice in Monoceros, beneath an overhang, dangerously close to the twisting storm. A glint of Oilstone within, a shine of silver. It would help her, sometimes--when Chaos could be subdued. Not always, but... it was better than nothing--right?

The spell prodding encountered blank, empty space: the Wishing Stone was a stone, although a magic one. It was strange, however: how could it seem to portray emotion when it bore no mind of its own..?

Umbriel receives: directions to retrieve Pendant of Wills, in Monoceros.

OOC Reward:
Snail has won their choice of a Tier One reward, and may claim any of the following for ANY of their characters in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel: Low Spell Borrow, 300 Magicka, Lost Stone (Guaranteed Revive, Earth Animal, GM-Rolled)

Azrael's return was met with flashing and chimes of recognition--but his request, or almost demand, was more difficult. The Wishing Stone was almost tentative, for Azrael was already immensely powerful, and with the armor, tougher still to kill. It could not simply make him large enough to fight all foes--and there were always those who would get lucky. But-... The thought hummed and chimed. There is one difference between the foot soldier, and the general: knowledge. Experience. It is a form of power.

A battered book suddenly tumbled out of thin air to land at the demon's feet. If Azrael could read the title--or find someone who could--it said, "The Art of War - Sun Tzu."

Azrael receives: a translated copy of Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War.'

OOC Reward:
Jaymie has won their choice of a Tier One reward, and may claim any of the following for ANY of their characters in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel: Low Spell Borrow, 300 Magicka, Lost Stone (Guaranteed Revive, Earth Animal, GM-Rolled)

Miriam's social subtleties were utterly lost on the Wishing Stone, who was simply a rock, and one that gauged intentions and desires without judgment. It took a moment to decipher what it thought she wisihed: the ability to judge others? Yet simply gauging their intentions would not be enough. After a moment, the stone cheerfully bestowed upon Miriam the ability to delve directly into others' minds, to search for the knowledge she required. Surely this was a good thing--right?

Miriam receives: Mind Reader.

OOC Reward:
Nemesis has won their choice of a Tier Three reward, and may claim any one of the following for ANY of their characters in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel: High Spell Borrow, 1000 Magicka, Uncommon Character Slot (UCS), Lost Stone (Alien/Valkhound, GM-Designed, Guaranteed Revive), High Intensity Non-Elemental Spell (Sensorial Link, Familiar Forge, Affix Dye, Enchant), or Mutation Slot

It was not the Wishing Stone that first responded to Catalyst, but Mother herself, with a murmur that the raptor--and her form--were already such a perfect child. The Wishing Stone seemed to know none of this, chiming and flashing happily away. And indeed when Catalyst's request became known, the Stone reached out to find this Mother--to find what she might want, what might please her.

It could not find her.

So after a moment, finding no hints, it picked through the cave itself for a sign of something stamped with that word: with Mother, with that fungus, with the tips granted by Yellow and by Catalyst herself. Tentatively, Catalyst was shown a vision.

There was a tunnel--a place of snow and heat, combined. A place where steam rose and sizzled, a place dangerous to life. And somewhere here--somewhere buried, beneath a rock fall (and it showed her the precise place)--the Wishing Stone had found something that perhaps Mother would like back. It was a chunk of Clearstone, its previous owner crushed beneath a fall of rocks. Perhaps if Catalyst returned the stone to her benefactor, or revived it, even, herself, it would be somehow beneficial..?

Catalyst receives: the location of a Clearstone piece. This gemstone is a guaranteed revive, should Catalyst choose to revive it.

Games-? Ahh, the Wishing Stone could do games! Well--maybe not the sort the Huntsman desired; but of course, the player could decide the stakes. A large, velvety black bag--tied with a drawstring--thunked to the rock before the Huntsman. It was just barely small enough for them to carry, or perhaps to drag, and inside lay a small collection of games. A smaller bag held several carved ivory dice; a box had a folding wooden checkers board, with a bag of checkers pieces, and chess. Another folding board held backgammon and its pieces. A Cups guessing game, along with a little Tic-Tac-Toe board, lay in other boxes. And, of course, they all came with little picture-laden booklets, for instruction.

The Huntsman receives: A Game Collection.

Simon II was met first with happy chiming, a greeting of sorts, with bright and flashing lights. His request, however, resulted in first a thoughtful sweep of magic--as though the Wishing Stone were searching for his answer--and then a growing silence.

The vision came gentle, careful, and quiet: a small family, gathered in a little cave, with only one another for their company. He'd see them all clearly--the copperhead viper who'd given Simon II his stone; the whisper of the name, even: 'Simon,' as someone spoke it. The Morganite, a furred hybrid, to one side. There was a shift and a flash, another place--another time--and the goat-ocelot was laughing: 'Don't eat the light.' A small, thick-billed black bird, cheerful: 'We're seeing the world, like I've always dreamed! Isn't it quite amazing? Look at this place! Such wonder, such splendor!' The towering giraffe calf, his eyes flickering with fire as he listened, quiet. The faces came and went, and with it, a new piece of knowledge: some of them yet lived.

Some of them, however--like Simon--hadn't made it.

If only the Wishing Stone could frown.

Simon II receives: a vision of past lives.

OOC Reward:
Lizz has won their choice of a Tier One reward, and may claim any of the following for ANY of their characters in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel: Low Spell Borrow, 300 Magicka, Lost Stone (Guaranteed Revive, Earth Animal, GM-Rolled)

Deli's request was met with a shimmer of color, almost with humor--as if the Wishing Stone were imitating the dyes themselves. A moment later their request was granted, though with a faint sense of apology--this gift was somewhat limited. It was a small set of paints, in a fine wooden box--magical dyes, made by someone else, at another time, in little glass pots. Each would only really be enough for one good dye job, or two very small ones, but at least it was something that wouldn't need another magic-user in order to be made. In a touch of extra helpful usefulness, though, the set did come with a fluffy little paintbrush!

Deli receives: A dye collection. Each of the twenty 'Special' dyes listed here has a small sample pot, and for some reason, there's two of the Magnolet--for a total of twenty-one dyes.

Bebby's arrival was greeted with a familiar surge of white and rainbow colors across the surface of the Wishing Stone. At her question about Nico, the Stone seemed to pause--and then flashed the colors of Nico's costume, red and white and black, with a happy little chime.

Her request was granted quickly: a string of colorful fairy lights, tinkling to the floor before her. They would need to be lit by electricity, or each light carefully Baubled--but once they were illuminated, they would positively dance with color. And if powered by electricity, they would blink on and off in random, pretty, ever-changing patterns, too!

Bebby receives: Long string of fairy lights.

OOC Reward:
Josie has won their choice of a Tier Five reward, and may claim a Winner's Choice in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel!

Yellow's grief tore subdued flickers from the Wishing Stone, as if in deepest sympathy. And perhaps a person--a thinking, feeling person--would have told Yellow no; would have recognized, perhaps, that knowing (truly knowing, down to every detail) was not really what they needed. Or maybe they'd have given Yellow a summary, a simplified version, neutered of all horrid, lurid violence. But the Wishing Stone knew desires. And Yellow's true and ironclad wish--to know what happened--was clear as day.

And so-... it showed them. It showed them, in terrible clarity, everything that had happened leading up to the moment of the black cat's death. A stranger's arrival. The senseless violence. The ineffectual defense. The miserable last words, and the promise--immediately broken--from his closest friend, that he would not die.

Yellow receives: a vision of a past friend's death.

OOC Reward:
Cicada has won their choice of a Tier One reward, and may claim any of the following for ANY of their characters in Update Me or Discord's Requests channel: Low Spell Borrow, 300 Magicka, Lost Stone (Guaranteed Revive, Earth Animal, GM-Rolled)

Spells and enchanted items will be added shortly!

Identified Item!

Umbriel has received an identified item from The Wishing Stone!

2★

Pendant of Wills
A small chunk of enchanted Oilstone on a necklace.

☆☆☆☆★★

Pendant of Wills

A small chunk of polished Oilstone, gleaming with sinister iridescence. A faint sense of chaos emanates from it.

ELEMENT:

MAGIC LEVEL: 60
DURABILITY: 10
SPECIAL: The user can focus on the enchanted pendant, rolling an Other roll once per thread. A barely successful+ allows a stronger resistance to Chaotic urges and Corruption spell side effects for the duration of the thread, though it doesn't remove the urges and effects outright.
MATERIAL: Oilstone, metal, cord
ATTACK: N/A

ADDED: Wearing by non-Corrupted-element characters will add Corruption points, up to one per day.
DEFENSE: 0
WEIGHT: 1
EQUIP: Pendant

Currently owned by: Umbriel

Identified Item!

Fleas has received an identified item from The Wishing Stone!

3★

Jester's Gambit
A dark leather collar with red jasper stones set in silver.

☆☆☆★★★

Jester's Gambit

A dark leather collar with red jasper stones set in silver. The leather's a little cracked and scuffed in places, but still serviceable.

'It was at this moment he knew, he'd f***ed up.'

ELEMENT:

MAGIC LEVEL: 80
DURABILITY: 25
SPECIAL: Wearing the collar heavily dampens the pain of any injury that begins to return the bearer to their chrysalis.
MATERIAL: Leather, Silver, Jasper
ATTACK: N/A

ADDED: N/A
DEFENSE: 0
WEIGHT: 5
EQUIP: Collar

Currently owned by: Fleas

Identified Item!

Skein has received an item from The Wishing Stone!

1★

The Magnificent Malice Magnifier
A simple black magnifying glass. But, magical.

☆★★★★★

The Magnificent Malice Magnifier

A small magnifying glass, made of polished black wood and glass. Looking at a living being through it, and concentrating, will sometimes shroud the being in a colored aura corresponding to its intentions. A being with intentions of malice or deception will glow a faint red; one with benevolent intentions, a soft blue; neutral intentions glow light green; and those who are undecided, other, or unknown, dim yellow.

ELEMENT: :animal:

MAGIC LEVEL: 80
DURABILITY: 20
SPECIAL: The user may roll Other to focus on discerning another's intentions with The Magnificent Malice Magnifier. A barely+ successful will illuminate their silhouette with a color corresponding to their intentions, as above.
MATERIAL: Wood, glass

ATTACK: N/A
ADDED: N/A
DEFENSE: N/A
WEIGHT: 5
EQUIP: Carry

Currently owned by: Skein

@Bayo @Madhukar (Kaimana) @Skein (Mirac, Fleas, Catalyst) @Sergei @Umbriel @Azrael (Deli) @Miriam @The Huntsman @Simon II @Bebby @Yellow (poor thing)

The birds are yours. It brought an uncomfortable sense of peace. Familiar, and lovable, and nostalgic. Khavur's small-horned head smiled, the large-horned head bowed to the stone. Thank you. And the Valkhound left with that knowledge, the knowledge that however they had come, for whatever reason, they would always be with him. Maybe, just maybe, that reason could be traced back to this feeling, this familiarity... no. Khavur would not believe that, even if it tried. Even if it was a possibility, after all, since others were likely making wishes too. Even if... no. Maybe Khavur didn't want it to be possible. Maybe it should just be honest, and go home.

~*~

And they did go home, and they stayed there until something else came to the forefront of their brain(s). Khavur was of two minds, you see — tunnel-visioned with two tunnels. They coalesced, converged at a certain point. Khavur was always working towards that paradisiacal moment. Perhaps this stone could help him still, on the track of his other mind. He touched it with a force that felt less gentle and more restrained, and the ferocious wish unfurled: I need to create a device or a Gembound capable of replacing Draconua in the Chaos Forge, permanently. It seems Master Vargas needs more incentive to berid of her, and I would like to provide. Can you assist me?

Khavur's mind was a place of constant peace maintained by eternal war. Paradoxes, oxymorons, coexisting opposites, lions and lambs. One day, the absence of a sibling inspired him to wish for that missing companionship. The next, the same would inspire him to wish for revenge. He was the lion. He was the lion and she was about to become his loping prey.

I'm not even going to get into why the catawampus is here. I don't know man, it goes wherever it wants. Generally to keep up hoard stuff because it literally as nothing better to do. And once it catches wind that this stone grants wishes, that's probably going to be all it thinks about. I don't know if anything goes on in this guy's head outside of like, what you would expect in the head of a very intelligent, territorial cat. Oh, it must of heard me, look — there it goes, waddling up to the stone. About to touch it with a big old paw. Good. Good for it.

"I am a catawampus,
And from you I must beseech
A place to put my hoard in
Where none else may ever reach."

Oh well that's a new tempo. Kind of groovy. Wonder if it's been looking for new ones in Cepheus. Certainly this will just be a little chant and not an extended soliloquy or—

"It must fit anywhere
And hold a million trinkets dear;
It must be always with me
Or it must always be near;

If ever one tries entry without
My most express approval,
The crime must be punished beyond
Measure of just removal.

They must be forced with heat
Into a carnival of errors;
They must be tortured there
With an eternal stream of terrors;

They must be pricked and preened,
They must be run out of their breath.
And if none of that will suffice,
They must be put to death.

That all this may be possible,
That is my only wish.
And if you cannot grant it
I will eat you like a fish.

Ravenously, and with an air of displeasure about me."

Okay. ...Okay.

One moment of deliberation later, the feather disappeared, and after a while it returned in the form of... quite literally the most stylish thing Madhukar had ever seen. Oh my goodness. Oh my gracious. It was on her head and she could feel the dangling feather swishing around up there. She took it off and examined it — the texture, the brim. This would make a really cool sun hat. She might never take it off. Somehow this stone acted like a person, and Madhukar could only be perplexed and full of wonder about it. Maybe this was what she had needed. Something else to think about for a while.

~*~

But the emerald in her care still hadn't left her mind completely. How could it? She had retrieved it from its resting place and brought it today. Finding peace would always be a task for Madhukar, but this had to be part of it. A part she couldn't ignore. She set it down beside the stone and wished: I've had this for a while too. The stone of a... her name was Twisted. She brought herself down, I saw it happen and couldn't— I didn't do anything about it. I want to give her a chance at a better life, but I don't know if it will work, for so many reasons. It weighs on me. I wish I could guarantee it for her — a better life. That's... a lot to ask of us both though, I think.

She stood up, and suddenly felt bad that yet again, she hadn't brought a gift in return, and yet again she had only wished for herself. All she knew was herself. She wished she could know more about the stone too, about why it was here and if it was a person, and how and why it was doing all this. Would it be possible to wish for that as well? Madhukar stood and watched, continuing to wonder without acting. Maybe not today, and maybe not at all.

Fleas was taken aback by the vision. It was the first time she'd felt something like that. She eyed the collar that the stone seemed to possess warily, unsure of an item from a dream, now spawned miraculously in front of her. Fleas leaned down, sniffing the collar. She poked at it with a tentative paw, til she was satisfied with her investigations.

Fleas wormed and worked her snout and neck through the collar with much effort, exacerbated by her lack of hands. At last it fit snugly over her neck, almost reassuring in it's weight and new presence. The jackal shook her neck out. "Huh, thanks," she said at last. A half grin on the jackals face. She supposed she wouldn't be too upset if some good found its way to her.

With her new gift, Fleas padded off in the direction she'd come from. It seemed likely she wouldn't return, yet Fleas found herself napping restlessly on her way to Canis. She felt a certain kinship with the beast from the vision. Another creature that found itself within deaths jaws as often as her.

And so it was that the next day Fleas showed up at the wishing stone again. She repeated the gesture from the other day, placing a paw on the stone. Less tentatively this time, however. "Hey...thanks for your gift, yeah? I've got another thought for you. I been wondering about that critter in the vision you showed me. Are they doing alright?"

Sergei had hastily thanked the stone, his accent thickening with his rush. And he'd hurried off, intent on testing this new magic, and flooded with relief.

But now, today, he slunk back (again, only when the stone was wholly absent of other visitors) with worry back in his voice. "I think it works," he told the stone, doubtfully, as if it could understand him. "But how do I know... if it is near? If I am infected? What if it is just quiet--in my mind?"

He hesitated, rumbling fearfully, fur rising around his ruff. "I want to--to see it. To know it is there? Can I have--do you do... two things?" he asked, worriedly.

Oliver was the selfless sort. So once he'd felt the Wishing Stone's call, he'd started thinking. Not about what he wanted for himself--not exactly. But for how he could help others, a little better, with a free wish.

He wondered, at first, if a nice garden in Polaris would make others happy--but no, he decided. There were enough gardens around; he himself had helped raise one in Monoceros, and had planted another, all by himself, in Canis. Aside from a few sporadic visitors, it hadn't seemed to do much for overall cave morale.

One thing had stuck with him, though--well, two, actually. One was his father's death. The hound had died, in Hydra, protecting others--and Oliver'd always thought it sad that he'd been completely lost in such a way. Someone so selfless, he'd thought, should've lived. But-... the Wishing Stone, he knew instinctively, couldn't revive a dead person and anyway, Black's stone was already risen. Oliver'd met the walking dead result.

The other thing, though... So far as he knew, the other thing was still alive.

Orthoclase-Alpha was one of the few he'd spoken to who he hadn't managed to help in any way. The brute had been miserable, stressed, angry, and nothing Oliver said, did or offered had helped. He'd invited them to return and they never had--and he'd always wondered, always worried, about their fate.

So now he reached the Wishing Stone at last, offering a little nod to those present, fidgeting in the backdrop until the stone was free. And then he slipped up to it, and planted his wing-hands on it, and screwed his eyes shut to think.

"Um, hi," he began, voice soft. "I want to help others, and... usually I can? I mean I can heal already, and... give people food, and stuff, but... Sometimes there's Gembounds that--I don't know what they want. You can see what everyone wants, right? Can you--teach me to do that?" he asked, half-hopeful it would work, and half-afraid that it might say no instead.

Of course, there was the issue that Orthoclase-Alpha hadn't even known what they wanted. At least, not so far as Oliver could tell. So he took a breath, and amended: "Maybe... even if they don't know, themselves?"

Then he sat back, shrinking away a little, but his eyes were wide with wishes.

Catalyst leaned into the warmth of Mother. She was always looking for more ways to please Mother, more ways to enact Her needs. To be known her efforts for Mother's affection were fruitful, no, we're not even needed, sparked joy within her. Mother's reassurances always welcome.

But, in the midst of Mother's presence in her mind, she felt the shock of a new thing's presence--the stone she quickly realized. One that brought with it visions of a tunnel, one filled with steam, burning hot and simultaneously searing cold. The vision led her down that tunnel, until it stopped at a pile of rubble. The glimmer of clearstone within. Catalyst's eyes brightened. Yes, she knew this place!

"I've been there!" the dinosaur said aloud, her own volume making her jump. How ironic was it that she'd visited that tunnel of magma and ice multiple times to enact Her will, and only now had the knowledge that a gift for Mother laid there? She stood abruptly, excitement coursing through her.

Catalyst looked down at the stone, touching her scaled snout to it's surface. Her eyes beaming with mirth. "You--thank you!" She said. Without much more need of conversation, Catalyst set off in the direction provided.

As with everyone else who had arrived here, he heard the call of the stone and came to investigate.. and claim his wish. He'd swam here, emerging from the crystal river and scrabbling up it's steep bank. The stone was rather close to the shore, which was a small relief, since slithering on land was made somewhat more awkward by his stomach eye. He still liked that eye, though, even if he couldn't SEE out of it.

He'd approach the stone, placing one webbed, damp hand onto it. "Can I have like.. Tools? To build stuff? There's this guy named... Abacus, i think, who makes stuff! Like knives and houses and stuff! I wanna make stuff like that, too."

It had become aware of The Wishing Stone after a couple other forge members sought it out. It had thought about the stone on and off since then. It wasn't sure what it wanted, what it would wish for, but not wishing for ANYTHING seemed like a wasted opportunity. So, after making sure it wouldn't be needed, it left for Polaris.

The rather long traveling time gave it time to think. It should wish for something to benefit the forge at large- something to add to Draco's security, or the raising of monsters, or the gathering of food. It should, at the very least, wish for something that'd benefit itself- more strength, or armor, or knowledge it could use against it's enemies. But it found itself thinking about the flowers Zoisite cared for so much. Not the farm, but that wilted wildflower that still lay in the corner of it's sleeping spot. What sort of garden could Zoisite made, if it didn't have to worry about feeding an army? And it also thought about.. itself. It hated to use the word lonely but it was an accurate descriptor. It had Zoisite, but it could hardly say it was close to anyone else at the forge. It thought Alpha's return would make it better, but it made it worse. It didn't think it could stand being near Alpha, anymore. After everything it did (or didn't) do.

It was still thinking these things by the time it arrived at the humming, singing stone. It would touch the stone... and then pull away after a second of indecision. It's claw would hover, dripping oil onto it's glittering surface. Labradorite's snout wrinkled, and it huffed quietly at itself. After nearly half a minute, it's claw would return to the stone, for good this time. "I wish for... whatever may benefit myself or The Chaos Forge." Such an open-ended wish would be easy to grant, right? And it would be something it wanted, right?

If it could figure out what it wanted at all.

(Note to GMs: Since Labradorite doesn't actually KNOW what it wants, you can just kinda give it literally anything. Thats what it gets for being indecisive, lol)

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Game Master Dark

Khavur

Catawampus

Maw

Fleas

Sergei

Oliver

Catalyst

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