[J] Tamtun's Chimes

[Tamtun]

Page the Second, being a Record of the Time of the Windchime.

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(insert simplest banner here, once made)

In which the chime is hung, and we learn how it was acquired

It had taken three tries to get a nail in that would stay; after the second go Tamtun had needed to pitch himself off the rickety crate, hands scrambling to catch his new pretty before it crashed to the ground. "Ah, and that be too close! Perhaps ye be metal, an' only a thing besides, but truly I be taking a bit better care of ye than that!" Fingers deft with line and net soon sorted out the mild tangle, leaving it good as new.

After that little misadventure, he'd dragged the crate across the dirt floor, scraping furrows and kicking up clouds of dust. He coughed a lot, but the nail went in and stayed, the boards on this side of the shack apparently sounder, and Tamtun hung his new windchime with a satisfied smile. Almost immediately two of the pipes rang together as the sea breeze trickled through window. "Such a pure, sweet tone," he whispered, smiling up. "Florence will smile to hear ye, that be fer sure!"

Now, perhaps the gel would leave be about him needin' a place more home-like! He snorted softly. That was as likely as the moon comin' down to be his lover. But Tamtun found himself glad for his own sake that he'd had Florence's frettin' in his mind as he passed 'Chime Spirits.' It might have taken the last of his coin, but what was base metal when set against food for your heart? Besides, Barton's fishmongers might get cheap wares from Bass'ken Lake, but good sea stock couldn't be beat, and the trade showed it.

"I had me rice, a mess of peas, an' the loveliest whiskey I ever did see in these parts in me sack, lovely," he told the hanging chimes, one rough finger tapping a pipe and making it sound. "What more could a man be wantin'?" Then a wild summer breeze had set a clamour of pipes a'callin' to him. "I only be lookin', like, but how could I leave ye there, me lovely? With tha' lights like the deep still sea an' soundin' like all tha' bells o' hame."

The night winds were coming, stirring up gentle eddies of dust and flirting with the ragged hems of his pants. He sank down with a soft sigh and leaned his head against the wall, watching out the open doorway. Shadows deepened, brilliant stars lit one by one, and tonight the pounding surf formed a backbeat to metalbright peeling chimes. Tamtun smiled, and waited for the music to call his friends home.

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In which there is a Lullaby, and Pixas are introduced

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In which a gel gloats most unattractively, and things become rather wet

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In which perhaps there shall be roleplaying, rather than storytelling

Hmmm. Note to self; simple banner top and bottom, a bracket to echo the decorative post. I like the effect.



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In which there are subtle signs that something is odd about the windchime

To introduce Tamtun's Nimue, and explore the way the chime spirit uses faint breezes to create order in a way only another being of the air would notice.

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In which there is a Conclave, to which Tamtun is not invited

The Nimue talks to the Pixas. The Pixas talk to other Pixas. Wisdom from afar is pondered - the Juusanshi. Many opinions are expressed about how/if/whether to protect the human. Much would be less absurd if the Conclave wasn't being held outside an open window in a breeze.

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In which these things are kept close and dwelt upon

There's been a great deal of talk about the windchime. What does the spirit think of all this?

Include vignettes of Tamtun's habits of talking to and touching the windchime. Also of said chime being fixedly watched by a rotating shift of Pixas!

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In which a visitor comes to call

Florence comes by with a gift; there is tea and whiskey, and much conversation. Also mischevious breezes. My heavens, that is a very large fish.

Have one spirit musing post before this, and one after.

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In which there is rain, and damp, and things are very wet

How does everyone deal with a miserable gray and soggy day? Perhaps Rafe is drawn to liven things up.

How will a chime spirit and a sprocket interact?

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In which are many notes to self

Remember to address the patterns. How are they expressed? There is no door; how far does the spirit's influence extend?

Remember to allow for advancement and additional spells. Remain flexible in case of RP!

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In which I wonder if this mightn't serve for NaNoWriMo. . .

At what point does the spirit began thinking in terms of self? At what point is a name acquired?

Who is welcoming, and who is fearful?

How long can Tamtun remain oblivious?

Does he really give Florence an enormous fish fresh from the sea almost every time she comes over?

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In which I realize this is ridiculous

If I write up everything I'm thinking of, and actually separate it all into separate posts, I'm actually going to fill a page. And the spirit isn't even manifest!

And that's basically without any RP (with people other than myself) at all.

Contrary to appearances, I'm actually very interested in RP with other people!

In which there is a definate outburst, and even Tamtun starts to wonder


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