The Fool

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There is a notion that there are secrets within the world, in its materials and bounty. When one cracks them open, they can find knowledge unfathomable, and use it in means like transmutation, creating compounds and refining what is currently given. This is what one can call Alchemy. Though there are secrets in many aspects of the world, and one can surmise that there are also secrets inside something from the skies, that which cannot be caught, which strikes and roars, and leaves as quickly as it came. Lightning, the wrath of the Gods.

 

 

 

Thunder roared from the mountains of Kaedrin, three Alchemists had prepared a device to try to capture, guided by the idea of the Scarred Man who lead their ritual, drawing alchemical symbols below their device, a massive steel rod with stones that ran along it, leading to one massive stone, the shape of an orb. These were translucent ones, with small particles inside the gems; they were Adfectio stones. The Scarred Man had -- in the testings of his machines -- noticed that the stones held conductive properties, able to transfer energy. He believed that lightning can be affected by this, believing it too was a force, and with force comes energy.

 

He and the other two Alchemists lay in wait, theorizing over this Wrath of the Gods they called lightning, the thunder drawing ever nearer. The Scarred Man asked for his compatriots to take a step back, in worry of their safety. Eventually, they saw and felt it; the lightning crashed down on the rod, descending it and into the structure -- a converted aviary -- that they were in; the lightning eventually met the orb at the base of the rod.

 

They were struck with the lightning from the orb, it lashing out at them and dealing respective injuries and scars. Though, in the wake of this, the orb was ready for the taking, smoking and crackling; the leader of this ritual, The Scarred Alchemist, who took only a glancing blow, dislodged the Adfectio stone. Something was interesting to him, for when testing sugars, he noticed that when smashing one crystal open, there were small sparks. This led him to believe a couple of theories, truly. 

 

He descended further into his home, and began a great work -- perhaps the stone would yield the secrets of the Gods, of how to harness lightning, and in turn electricity. 

 

 

 

 

[DISCOLIQUID 2702]

A keen eared Grouch hears thunderous cries; his bulbous nose sniffing no rain clouds, only the dry and summerish grass thriving below.

“Curious.”