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I came to Randal a while ago at the call of my cousins Arloxedra and Carissa. Its always nice to see family. Even better to meet them for the first time. They needed some information on a race of creatures in millions of realms out near chaos and I was happy to provide it. | I came to Randal a while ago at the call of my cousins Arloxedra and Carissa. Its always nice to see family. Even better to meet them for the first time. They needed some information on a race of creatures in millions of realms out near chaos and I was happy to provide it. | ||
− | Afterwards I went and looked the place over. I set Kindof down on a copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Vulsar Galaxy, if you can believe it. I've seen versions of that in a lot of realms, most notably a few places in the King Random's Deck. I visited those. Now, I was born in Chaos and even I thought those were weird places. Im inclined to do a commentary on the deck from the point of view of a family outsider. | + | Afterwards I went and looked the place over. I set Kindof down on a copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Vulsar Galaxy, if you can believe it. I've seen versions of that in a lot of realms, most notably a few places in the King Random's Deck. I visited those. Now, I was born in Chaos and even I thought those were weird places. Im inclined to do a commentary on the deck from the point of view of a family outsider. |
So that brings me here. | So that brings me here. | ||
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One thing was clear; it was a Steinway D-274 of great age. My guess changed from 400 to 800 years old. I summoned wood products I knew of in shadow that filled wood chips like new. I sanded it carefully. I lost track of time. Kindof played "Havana Nights" while I reverently took layers of grime from the ancient beauty. | One thing was clear; it was a Steinway D-274 of great age. My guess changed from 400 to 800 years old. I summoned wood products I knew of in shadow that filled wood chips like new. I sanded it carefully. I lost track of time. Kindof played "Havana Nights" while I reverently took layers of grime from the ancient beauty. | ||
− | In the morning the owner arrived. He had been told I was interested in the piano and he had flown in for some reason. He was livid and yelling as he entered. He came over swearing blood | + | In the morning the owner arrived. He had been told I was interested in the piano and he had flown in for some reason. He was livid and yelling as he entered. He came over swearing blood. Then he saw the Piano... He froze. I had the lid off and the frame was spotless. I had decided to magically clean the interior rather then disassemble it. When he entered I was restringing the plate. I had the action frame on a nearby table and it was spotless, free of centuries residue. He looked over my work. Silently he went and got us coffee. When I went to spike mine with rum from my bottle he waved to his mug as well. |
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− | He froze. I had the lid off and the frame was spotless. I had decided to magically clean the interior rather then disassemble it. When he entered I was restringing the plate. I had the action frame on a nearby table and it was spotless, free of centuries residue. He looked over my work. Silently he went and got us coffee. When I went to spike mine with rum from my bottle he waved to his mug as well. | ||
We talked music. '''Agalos Dreet''' was a very old man and had never heard the piano make music. His grandfather said he used to play it as a child till it lost too many strings. He asked, reverently, if I thought I could save it? | We talked music. '''Agalos Dreet''' was a very old man and had never heard the piano make music. His grandfather said he used to play it as a child till it lost too many strings. He asked, reverently, if I thought I could save it? | ||
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I asked if he had an empty apartment in the building and he said he did. He said if I could make it work I could use the corner one on the top floor as long as I liked. We shook on it. Now that I had his permission I moved the piano and all into a back room and kept working. | I asked if he had an empty apartment in the building and he said he did. He said if I could make it work I could use the corner one on the top floor as long as I liked. We shook on it. Now that I had his permission I moved the piano and all into a back room and kept working. | ||
− | Food was brought to me by a curious waitress. The bartender looked in on me too. Wood shavings and sanding, caring for every inch of the ancient magnificent beast. I stained it eventually, and sealed it, buffing its surface to a high polish. I repainted | + | Food was brought to me by a curious waitress. The bartender looked in on me too. Wood shavings and sanding, caring for every inch of the ancient magnificent beast. I stained it eventually, and sealed it, buffing its surface to a high polish. I repainted Steinway in its place of honor. |
Tuning it was a joy. To work the forks and bring the thing back to life. To see each key land perfectly. To hear the magnificent thing make music again. On this rugged world, so far from the center of the people of this galaxy, to find such a rare treasure. It was good stuff to be sure. I finished and I played and it was magnificent. | Tuning it was a joy. To work the forks and bring the thing back to life. To see each key land perfectly. To hear the magnificent thing make music again. On this rugged world, so far from the center of the people of this galaxy, to find such a rare treasure. It was good stuff to be sure. I finished and I played and it was magnificent. | ||
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There is a bliss in finding myself in the light and in the middle of the sounds. On stage, in the lights, I am no longer a creature of Chaos. Not a Lord of Amber. I am the spirit of bliss and keys. | There is a bliss in finding myself in the light and in the middle of the sounds. On stage, in the lights, I am no longer a creature of Chaos. Not a Lord of Amber. I am the spirit of bliss and keys. | ||
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