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Lucas walks slowly through the woods letting the breeze guide him. His approach is cautious and as stealthy as he can manage but he was never one for hunting or the bow like some of his brothers had been.

...I think for narrative reasons such as "Lucas kind of didn't do this on purpose", I'll go with the non-permanent version. He'll almost certainly be spinning gossamer into fancy toys as he begins to understand what he's doing. :) (Also I need to think about a familiar for him sometime *nods*.)

*emits the longest lowest grumble* D: RPnation failed to alert me to thread activity D: Shiny fancy sword to do things... hrmm... definitely lighter than your average sword trickery going on here. I'm kind of thinking it should have a sort of unbalancing effect where if it parries a blow or...

So, I totally drafted my reply weeks ago and then went for a while wondering when Grey would respond before realizing that... I had drafted it... and never posted it... :sweat: So, how does spinning gossamer into toys work and what manner of fanciness can I work into a fancy stormy sword?

As Lucas darts west to Illim at a sprint, he pushes thoughts of his anger, his failure, and his rage from his mind, leaving only the thought of avenging his family. He does not notice a stormcloud form overhead. As the air passes over him, he vaguely wills it to speed him onward. It does, but...

Hey, Grey, I vaguely recall there were rules for spinning Gossamer into items... I'm curious about this for reasons... reasons totally unrelated to Lucas's lack of a sword at the moment... *is subtle*

Lucas walked away down the road from the priest's house as if he were heading toward the Holy City. Once he was sure he was out of site of the old man's home, he stopped. Remembering smoke-clearing gusts in the house, he half effortlessly, half purposefully reaches out for the wind as if in...

Taking another bite and chewing, Lucas nods sullenly. "Then I suppose I should set out for the Holy City in the morning..."

*is back* Thought I'd post here to say I'll be returning to the thread now that real life stuff has calmed a bit (may disappear again briefly in a couple of weeks), a quick nudge should get me back.

"I do not know, father... but I think I should seek a city for employ as I have little family apart from the Lyffres..."

Lucas opens door, "Yes... thank you, Father..." What will eating be like now... what will everything be like now... Lucas touched his chest where his heart had been to feel the dull consistent thrum.

"Father... mother..." Linus felt a chill inside, "Li--Lise... brothers..." Saying his sister's name, he fought back a sob, restraining it to a few tears, "I won't rest until you... we all are avenged." He knelt by Lise's headstone and wept for a time, all the while being reminded of his loss...

Hey, I have been busy and wanted to post for Linus/Lucas, but every time I came through I wasn't sure what to say really. I think I figured something out... *nods*

"This is the last of them, father," Linus Lucas said a bit tremulous still. What would mother say at a time like this? What would be the right way to go about this? Burying the whole family... not something his life had prepared him for.

Well... at least he's on task... "Ah... yes, forgive me... I forget my place... you would not have known of me... I was a..." he tried to offer a knowing glance to the priest then, "...cousin, of sorts to the Lyffres... though mine was an ignoble birth..." he cast his eyes downward and did his...

"Ah, Father Wayne... my thanks. I wonder... could you assist me? If I were to retrieve my family, would you help with their burial rites?"

Linus coughed. If only I could do something about this smoke... And just like that the air around him changed. A gust rushed down the hall and throughout the house. Everywhere the gust passed it pushed the stifling smoke up to the ceiling and out the closest door or window. Well... that was...

Linus rises. He eyes the door and Lise's body. With a grimace, he moves to check his mother's and Lise's bodies, holding out no hope... but at least he'll check them before he tries makes his way out...

"My heart and my name for Litrys and for vengeance..." Linus whispers.

Linus is momentarily surprised... he'd never considered himself "proud" of his looks... maybe it was still something about looking like a Lyffre... he hesitates... "...uhm... what else might I give?" Dimly a thought forms of what he will finally offer the spirit.