The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass
“How’s my favorite quartermaster?” you say.
Procter looks up from the wooden figurine he’s carving and answers, “I’m not a child.” Upon speaking the last word, he accidentally nicks the edge of the wood removing a large portion of the carving.
“Damn it!” he yells and chucks the carving into the surrounding jungle.
“No, of course not,” you answer. “What do you think about the island?”
“There’s something…living about it. I feel the magical energy all around me. There is powerful magic at work here,” he says.
“The entire island is hidden from view,” you aptly point out.
“Invisibility? A simple parlor trick. I’ve seen countless street charlatans with that ability.”
“Fair point, although none of them can perform something on this scale.”
“Not alone,” Procter says. “Put more than a few of them in a room, or on an island, and I bet they could conjure up—well, combine their abilities for a more potent spell.”
"Makes sense. Better luck on you next carving," you say handing him a piece of wood.
Procter accepts it with a nod and brings his knife to it.
Procter looks up from the wooden figurine he’s carving and answers, “I’m not a child.” Upon speaking the last word, he accidentally nicks the edge of the wood removing a large portion of the carving.
“Damn it!” he yells and chucks the carving into the surrounding jungle.
“No, of course not,” you answer. “What do you think about the island?”
“There’s something…living about it. I feel the magical energy all around me. There is powerful magic at work here,” he says.
“The entire island is hidden from view,” you aptly point out.
“Invisibility? A simple parlor trick. I’ve seen countless street charlatans with that ability.”
“Fair point, although none of them can perform something on this scale.”
“Not alone,” Procter says. “Put more than a few of them in a room, or on an island, and I bet they could conjure up—well, combine their abilities for a more potent spell.”
"Makes sense. Better luck on you next carving," you say handing him a piece of wood.
Procter accepts it with a nod and brings his knife to it.