Powerstone - Day 92

Mixing the blue nandryte powder with the boiling zaphire droplets was not the best idea. Explosive outcome. A more stable nucleus would be ideal…but it can still work! It has to do for now. Maybe I’ll find a suitable material out there.

Bent over his desk, an old man is writing in what seems like an even older notebook. He is surrounded by dozens and dozens of containers of all shapes and sizes, which carry liquids, powders and other mysterious material states. To be completely honest though, the vessels most probably did not have all shapes, at least not at the same time, but there was potential. One started growing legs.

Clink, clank, clink, clink.

Clank, clank, clink.

The wobbly recipient eventually reaches the wizard’s hand. He takes it, uncovering the complex magic that brought it nearby: a rather bruised crab. Looking quite strangely hued too, as if it just bathed in some of the wildest mixtures in the lab, the crab scampers away among the labyrinth of objects on the desk.

The wizard takes his morning pills and sighs. He closes the notebook with a heavy boof, stands up, and starts packing. Various vials and strange devices find refuge in a battered backpack – perhaps a safer haven than this dusty corner of the R&D department. Whatever preparations are in the making, they seem to be over now. But just when he reaches for the door, the old man feels something tugging at his robe. He stops, looking uncertain for a while.

Fine.

Ronn exits his precious lab and heads toward the central offices. A crab has just appeared in one of his side pockets. They make their way through zigzagging corridors, walking around the corners until…

To be continued…