Chapter 1 : Deals & Dolls
In the library of the ancient belfry tower, Uvlius, the Chronicle, sat hunched over his worn-out desk. The soft, flickering light from the magic lantern danced upon the countless scrolls and artifacts scattered across the room, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe life into the otherwise silent night.
His eyes, usually sparkling with curiosity and wonder, were now strained as he meticulously examined each artifact brought by an agent of the sea kelpie. His fingers traced the strange symbols and runes etched into the rusty trinkets and waterlogged parchments, carefully cataloging every detail into his great chronicle.
Suddenly, his gaze fell upon an odd-looking artifact, a small, rectangular device that fit in ones hands with small buttons with strange letters etched on them. Unknown eons under the sea had taken their toll, yet the faint markings could till be read on 4 buttons on the left: arrows point up, down, left & right. The right hand side were harder to read, yet appeared to be letters from some anicent script. "A", "B", "X" & "Y". This odd item didn't look like much, it radiated a faint magical aura that piqued Uvlius's interest.
With a soft whisper of an incantation, the illusionist summoned forth the artifact's memory, watching as ethereal images swirled and formed around him. He saw the sunken ship from which it came, the storm that claimed it, and the many hands it passed through before finding its way to him. He got a glimpse of children, huddled around a large, rectangular mirror, each clutching one of these item, hammering wildly on the buttons, chewing their lowling tongues in fierce concentration.
As the memory faded, Uvlius leaned back in his chair, his mind abuzz with the newfound knowledge. He quickly jotted down the details in his chronicle, his hand moving with practiced precision. Then, in a fleeting moment of inspiration, he began to compose a riddle about the item.
"Through thumbs' swift dance and fingers' trance, Across worlds unseen, you shall prance. To unlock the door to realms galore, Master the game, explore evermore."
After a long night of examination, recording, and riddling, Uvlius felt a sense of accomplishment. Each artifact now held a place in his chronicle and soon they would find new homes.
But there was one thing that always remained constant in his ever-changing collection - the Eternal Rose. It sat on a pedestal, its petals frozen in a moment of perfect bloom, untouched by time. Like Uvlius, it was a chronicler of sorts, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of the Runiverse.
As the morning light seeped into the belfry, Uvlius looked at his beloved rose and then at his chronicle, feeling a comforting sense of purpose. He was not just an illusionist or a cleric, he was a storyteller, and there were countless more stories waiting to be told.
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