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Thread Contributor: Torynn Du'elenMagical Riches
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#1
Technically speaking, Torynn was fairly certain that nothing she was doing was actually illegal. Oh sure, if she followed through on the plans she was cooking up and actually entered the building uninvited and sought out the magical bric-a-brac she could sense within a small corner of the sprawling campus, then certainly, someone might be able to claim proper ownership of the items in question, and worse still, the owner of the property might be able to prove that it was that broke in… But she was so bored.

It was Oryn’s fault, of course. The wizard was very steady, very much the reliable sort of man that was absolutely lovely to have around. The problem was that that steadiness, that reliability wasn’t just for her, and that meant that he was often busy with the shop. It took time to make her wands and staves and various other useful magical items, but the fact that it took time didn’t mean that it was interesting, and the city around them was filled with new and fascinating lore and people and things.

Things that Torynn was interesting in possessing for herself. Even if it were just knickknacks, they still contained magic; and magical energy was power if you knew how to wield it. And Torynn? Torynn definitely knew how to use and wield magic, even the sort that had already been cast into an item. So a cache of little pieces of magic like this was meaningful.

Nearly silent, Torynn landed on the neighboring building and sat, her legs hanging over the edge. The Fey’ri watched as one of the magical items moved about; it was more powerful than any of the others, even more than most of the others combined, if not all. The doorways might be dangerous to just use, but she could change her form to that of another who lived there… The windows, though, they might have more promise. Everyone opened a window every now and then…

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Everyone opened a window now and then… but then again, Doombots weren’t ‘Everyone’.

Of course, these weren’t exactly Doombots anymore, were they? Each of them had at least one magical item entrusted to its care, each was fabricated to look like her in her full armor (which she admittedly rarely wore), and each was programmed with Victoria’s own proprietary code. It was her way of making sure that whichever unit was backing her up at the moment, she had some sort of backup magical power at hand, and that her unused treasures weren’t just sitting in some warded box in an empty house.

While she might not be familiar with the automatons that were walking the house, it would be easy for Torynn, stealthy as she was, to get a look at them and determine that each of them was carrying something magical, even if they themselves weren’t magic. Of course, then there was the largest source of magic…

Victoria had once wondered why, exactly, her uncle relied on robotics for all of his automatons. Doombots were, naturally, impressive, but they ended up being so predictable. She was constantly worrying that no matter how advanced they were, no matter how indistinguishable from the real thing they could act, how much power and shielding were packed into them, someone would manage to make an EMP strong enough to take down all your defenses. And thus… She had made the Doomgolem. 500 pounds of titanium steel, animated with magic and packing enough raw magical power to make it a terrifying juggernaut of destruction, and capable (under her direction) of manipulating that magic into coherent spells just as she might.

It wasn’t until Torynn had come into view of the golem that there was a surge of magic, a circle flaring on the floor and revealing the green-cloaked, silver-clad heiress to the Latverian throne. Victoria peered into the room, arms folded, looking for whoever had decided to be presumptuous enough to come into one of her strongholds. The spells clearly revealed that there was someone else here, some other soul present in a building that should be nothing but her creations… if only she could spot them now. “Sneak-thieves in the night. Is that really what you want to be, darling?” she called into the seemingly empty abode.

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#3
If she had been very worried about getting caught, the sneaky sorceress wouldn't have used the window. Dimension door was a very, very useful ability, and she could use it often enough to get in and out without being caught..

Victoria would find that none of her things were missing or had even moved; the doombots had gone unmolested.

This place had turned out to be fascinating.

Clockwork-like golems, entrusted to guard magical artefacts. It had made the Fey'ri curious about the owner; was it a gnome? Someone who enjoyed or crafted magical artefacts with an artificer or engineer in their employ? Only the one had magic of its own, though.... But as fearsome as these defenses were, Torynn was more interested than frightened. Cautious as always, but that wasn't fear as much as it was habit.

Torynn arched a brow at the sorceress. Good thing it was dark in the warehouse. "It's hardly my fault. l grew bored...and there's so much magic here." Tail flipping behind her, Torynn stepped into the light and closer to the woman, "Where did you come by your golems? They look almost gnomish..." She smiled to the sorceress, pink hued scales glinting in the dim light, her wings deep shadows behind
her. "I haven't, you'll notice. taken anything. I was admiring admiring your golems instead. Are they clockwork inside?"

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This, apparently, wasn’t going to turn into a sorceress battle, a fact which Victoria had mixed feelings about. Yes, situations that didn’t involve battle were much more profitable, but it had been so long since she’d had the chance to flaunt her power in that manner, hadn’t it? Some exercise of power was always good for the reputation, was it not? Not to mention that for some of the denizens of this place, being bested in a challenge you made was tantamount consent to some form of servitude. Wolves that prove their dominance don’t kill the submissive wolf, after all, did they? But no, this wasn’t going to be happening. The pretty… female creature, whatever the hell she was, wasn’t getting aggressive. This could be a trick, of course, but finding that out would come later.

“I built them,” she said, her haughty look saying that this should have been self-evident. “The design is greatly my uncle’s, though I’ve adapted it. This one, though…” An older sorceress might know the caution of not giving so much away. Victoria, however, was quite young, and she was proud of herself. “This one is all mine, and she is magnificent.” It could, she thought (or hoped), lay waste to the other Doombots easily, and creations like it were going to be central to her return to her own world… whenever she decided that she wished to make such a return.

She shot a flat look at the other girl, who reminded her ridiculously of one of those many ‘heroes’ that constantly tried to thwart her uncle’s attempts to improve the world. “Being caught before you’ve taken anything is hardly a glowing recommendation of your character, darling. And no, these are hardly ‘clockwork’. Doombot six!” She snapped this last as a command, turning her attention to the closest robot. “Open for maintenance access!” The Doombot froze in place, then opened at the chest, displaying its internal workings and the nuclear power core at its heart.

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#5
Sorceress battles could be fun, and it wasn’t as though Torynn didn’t have plenty of combat magic, some of which would take the entire building they stood in down, but she hadn’t come into the warehouse looking for a fight. She had been curious and maybe just a little bit interested in seeing what there was to take here. They had differing ideas of what was good for the reputation. Torynn had lived a long time in exile, with only her own skills and abilities to keep her home her own. Oryn had come and had changed her world, quite literally. Oddly enough, or maybe not, Torynn hadn’t even looked back. Her friends, such as they were, would be fine, and this place held so much potential… But she was accustomed to caution and working quietly, which showed here as she simply spoke to the other sorceress.

A sorceress who had built the seemingly clockwork golems herself. Interesting; Torynn had assumed the work was that of a gnome due to how fine the craftsmanship was. She wasn’t familiar with enough of the worlds that connected to this city to know if this was a feat in them, but the way the sorceress spoke it certainly seemed that it was, at least in hers. “They’re splendid. In my world, such feats are only accomplished by gnomes that have mastered their craft.” It couldn’t hurt to stroke the woman’s ego, after all. Tail twitching, Torynn stepped closer, looking at the golem, wings held close behind her. People liked to try to attack her wings, but they were weapons in and of themselves, or at least they could be..

If the Fey’ri had known that she was being compared to any hero, she would have immediately died of laughter. Not even her friends had ever thought to compare her to any such individual. Torynn would admit that she served herself best, even if she considered herself a fair woman and a decent friend. She laughed, “I’d be a poor thief to be caught before I’ve laid a finger on anything, wouldn’t I? And I’m hardly poor at anything I do.” She may have come here considering taking the magical things stored here, but the golems had gained and stolen her attention instead.

When the doombot opened its chest, Torynn peered inside, looking at the wires and cables and the intricate inner workings of the robot. Blinking, she reached a single slender finger to caress the robot, “No, this is certainly not clockwork.” Torynn glanced back to Victoria, “What is it? I have never seen anything like this before.”

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Victoria took a good moment to process the girl’s words. All right, yes, it was true that gnomes were not the most… appealing creature to be compared to, at least as far as her world’s ideas about them went. On the other hand, dwarves might not be the most physically appealing creatures to be compared to (stereotypically), but having your work compared to a svartalf was, she knew, high praise, when it came to magical creations. “I will be assuming that this is a compliment, darling,” she said, with a slight quirk of the corner of her lips.

She did, however, dismiss the woman’s protest at innocence again. “You got further into my sanctum than most thieves would have, this is true. In this case, you do not need to be poor to leave without any of my prizes.” Of course, she was leaving with something, and Victoria knew it. She was leaving with intelligence that could be conceivably used against her in the future. This little niggling fact had occurred to her, and she still hadn’t decided what to do about that. Perhaps she could afford the risk… perhaps when this delightful conversation was over, she’d have to kill her.

“This,” she said, running a steel-gauntleted hand over the power core, “Is a type three positronic mainframe powered by a proprietary reactor system. It is neither wholely mechanical nor truly enchanted. It can either be an unthinking weapon or an extension of my will, whichever I choose to make it at the time… though usually it’s the former. They are not exactly useful for impersonating me when they don’t look remotely like me.”
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When it came to engineering and artificing, there was no race that came anywhere near to what gnomes could do. Torynn blinked at the woman’s confused tone when she said she assumed the words had been a compliment. “Of course it is. Of the highest order. Gnomes are second to none in all the Realms when it comes to this sort of craftsmanship!” Torynn’s tail twitched behind her, swinging from side to side in a rhythm too gentle to be motivated by anger, but spoke of surprise and dismay, “It’s like having your magic compared to Corellon Larethian or Mystra. Or like your hair to be said as fair as Lathander’s light…” Her wings finally shifted, spreading slightly to stretch a bit; it was hard to keep them closed so tight to herself for long periods, even if she didn’t want to draw attention to them… She could have, should have, changed her form when she’d been caught out… “You don’t have any idea who I’m referring to though, do you?” She smiled, shaking her head, “They are the fairest of the fair. Gnomes are the genius behind nearly every sort of technology like your golems. Corellon Larethian is the god of magic amongst elves, and Lathander is the human’s god of dawn and rebirth. All very high compliments when compared to them.”

“And I don’t have to be a thief to enter someone’s home and have a looksie, either. By trade, I am a sorceress. A crafter of magical items. Wands and staves, mostly, because people have no imagination. Yes,” she rolled her eyes, “Your magic drew my attention, and perhaps I might have whisked away a few things had it all been left unguarded - anyone that stupid would deserve it. But your golems were fascinating and stole my attention away. I wanted to know more about them.”

And as luck would have it, Torynn was learning a whole lot about the golems. Machines. Complex ones, too. The words that the sorceress used to describe the parts that made it go were… Odd. “What, if you don’t mind explaining, does positronic mean? And a mainframe?” She turned to look at Victoria, “And what property does the system react to to make this all go?”

Pausing a moment, Torynn weighed the likelihood of this turning into a duel against the knowledge she might gain. “Perhaps a deal? You teach me this, and I can make you something to add to your collection.”

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Victoria was amused as she shook her head, letting Torynn know that no, she didn’t know any of the names she was uttering. This woman obviously came from a world far removed from hers, but that was all right. The intent was clear, and Victoria accepted the compliments as was her due. Thus complimented, she waved off the protests about her innocence, magnanimously abandoning the argument that threatened to keep turning them in circles over and over, whether the woman was a thief or not a thief. The truth was that nothing was stolen, so Victoria was not one to dwell on it in such admittedly lovely company.

“Well, darling, I can explain quite a bit, but whether or not it will be of any use to you will depend, theoretically, on your universe’s location.” If the woman didn’t know what a mainframe was, how the hell was she supposed to explain a nuclear reactor, or other such ideas that simply wouldn’t function on a world that fell within that area of the multiversal spread? “However, if we’re going to attempt this…” As she walked, Victoria held her hands out in front of her, the right apparently unencumbered by the seemingly bulky gauntlet. She wove her fingers into complicated gestures, then thrust them forward, magic spreading from them as it glided through the air, delicate lines of power that wove themselves into a gateway, somehow reminiscent in appearance to a snowflake that had been expanded to a ludicrous extent from its center point. On the other side of the gate was an ornate sitting room, the tiny pocket dimension that Victoria maintained for her personal comfort wherever she was choosing to lay her head that night.

She made a little gesture at the stereo in the corner, and music began to play, instrumental pieces that faded nicely into the background. She skirted around the hot spring and settled herself on her favorite chair, handing her cloak up to the Doombot that stood waiting in the room for her. “Unit three, we require refreshment. Fruit, wine, cheese.” She sent it moving away to comply with a wave of her hand, then gave Torynn an apologetic look. “They make magnificent guards, but one should never ask them to cook. The results of such requests are deplorably uninspired.”

Now relaxing in her own room, with a lovely woman to keep her company and the promise of wine on the horizon, Victoria settled herself in to do her explanations. “Very well. A mainframe is a data processing and storage unit, or a series of them functioning in synchronisity to perform complex calculations and processes. There are many types, but positronic mainframes are the types that can come close to or equal to the processes of a human mind. Have you ever heard of nuclear power? Does your world have it?” She waited for the woman to shake her head, then simply nodded. “My answers may be of limited use to you then, because of the limitations of your worlds’ laws of physics. I’ve begun to construct a theoretical model to explain why some of the worlds represented in this place can or cannot use magic, and others can or cannot access technology in some of its higher forms. It really is quite fascinating… but I suppose I digress from our actual subject, do I not.”

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Of course the woman didn’t know any of those that Torynn had mentioned. Thus far, the Fey’ri had met all of one individual in this place that actually knew of her home world and he had happened to be from there as well. No one else seemed to be very familiar with Toril at all. It had been something to come to terms with, but Torynn had striven to do precisely that. Still, every comparison was a positive one, a compliment, and Torynn made sure that Victoria understood at least that much. It wasn’t as though Torynn felt she was truly innocent, but while she might have come to take things that didn’t belong to her, she didn’t view herself as a thief, either. Just opportunistic. In the end, she truly hadn’t taken anything, thus she hadn’t stolen anything.

Use to her. Where her world was. Torynn shrugged carelessly, wings shifting behind her with the fluid motion, “The location of the universe I hail from doesn’t matter. This,” she indicated Hub, “Is where I reside.” Since she had come to Hub, Torynn had only bothered to return back home one time, through a portal that was a fair distance away from her tower. She had sent messages to her friends, that she was well and off traveling again. She had bought a few items that she had noticed were uncommon in Hub but far more easily obtained in Toril and then she had returned to the shop Oryn had set up. This was a good place that offered the Fey’ri a better existence than her home had ever done. She wasn’t fool enough to pass it up, not when she had found that most people didn’t mind a Fey’ri when they didn’t know what one was.

Following the other sorceress without fear or hesitation, Torynn smiled at the set up the woman had created for herself. Torynn herself knew spells that would do much the same, of course, but it was always grand to see someone using magic to make beautiful things. And this room was indeed beautiful. While Victoria chose a chair, Torynn looked at them as though they were foreign, not because they were chairs, but because the use of them was usually blocked to her. Two large wings mounted on her back meant that chairs presented unusual problems. But with a small sigh, the Fey’ri’s features simple shifted, one moment the woman was pink, winged, and tailed, and the next, she appeared as an elf, her ears still long and tapered, features still angular, but all the things that made elves hate her were simply gone. Then she found herself a chair and sat as though this were common, as though she were simply visiting a friend.

Victoria wasted no time in beginning her explanations and Torynn paid attention to what was being taught to her. Data processing and storage, she understood what the words meant, thanks to Oryn and the Hub. She had a grasp of the language, at least, though she found herself with further questions. “We have power, but I don’t know the word nuclear.” Torynn smiled at Victoria’s words, “I find all subjects useful. There are worlds in which magic doesn’t exist? Or is that that the people there simply don’t know how to harness it?”

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