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Matasoga stood waiting at the edge of his property line as his followers stood, restless. It was suspected that not necessarily all of them would have a home within the guildhall when all was said and done. Arms crossed and wings at rest, his tail was the only thing that belied his anxiety, as it twitched, intermittently.

It was only a few minutes of tense silence more before something occurred. In what most scholars of the arcane would know to be a needlessly spectacular flash of light, a figure appeared. As the light show subsided, it was revealed that she was of thin build and in a very hammy pose. She was dressed in finery and ostentation to the extreme. She was of an indeterminate age with long, silvery white hair and eyes that, as she opened them, were so vividly green that they almost seemed to glow.
"Taika... Has arrived," she announced, when the last of the light had faded. Some of Matasoga's least experienced followers broke into applause. It faded quickly when he turned his head to look at them.
He turned back to look at her, with a quite dour and deeply unimpressed expression and observed "You're late."
It was unclear whether Matasoga was thus because of his strict adherence to schedules or because he so hated being outdone.
"And you," she said putting her hand to her chest, as though deeply offended "Are no fun, as usual."
Taika was considered by many to be the head of the local arcane community and was, unarguably a mage of epic power.
"You're lucky I even agreed to come here to do this, pay or no pay," she said. Turning sing song, she said "I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day."
"Shanderaa," he said, ignoring her. "This is Taika. Taika, this is my lieutenant and Queen of the Apostles, Shanderaa."

With a very grave look she put her fingers to her lips and said very quickly and lowly, "Oh me oh my, weren't you listening?"
With a snap a tin listening horn appeared in Shanderaa's ear and she leaned in and repeated "I'm Tai-ka,"
She then turned away, and said, "The great and powerful Taika, the most powerful blah blah, and so forth."
Without missing a beat she looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh, and the horn is yours to keep."

But within the first of several seconds of silence she had already turned her attention back to Matasoga and did not her Shanderaa's words. All the same, she would have her answer, soon. Suddenly, she was serious.
"So you're sure you want to do this? As you know, I can't cause any effect to the guildhall directly, as I'd have almost no arcane ability while in your place of power. Since this is your place of power, however, just as I said when we spoke earlier, I can channel my spells through you, because you're willing and it is an arcane spell, while on the outside of your property, so long as we're making physical contact... But your body definitely isn't accustomed to conducting spells so powerful as what you're asking. We can conclude that casting three wish spells won't kill you, but I expect it will hurt a good bit and require probably a week's bed rest. You're certain you want to proceed?"
Matasoga was focusing his attention on trying to ignore the indignity that his Queen had suffered, well aware that Taika was wont to ignore all titles of nobility and prestige, as it was within her ability to usually get away with it. He heard her words, and it was all information that he already knew, but it was still gravely received. He nodded slowly.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I am," he replied.
As this was going on, from beneath her trailing robes a large toad had emerged. In all senses of the word it appeared to be a perfectly ordinary toad except that it was about the size of Matasoga's hands and it wore a little black bowler between it's raised eyes.

Matasoga said, "It would be best to avoid the wings. They're alchemical and at least partially extraplanar, part of me or no. You might find them harder to attune to."
He held out his arms and said, "Best take my hands."
She did so and said, "What is your first wish? And don't forget to speak it with exceptional care."
Matasoga was silent for a moment. "I wish that the lich-ship Graveyard was enhanced to the greatest ability of the spell, that it's arcane engines capacity becomes greater, it's size more vast, and any hidden abilities or untapped potential become as fully unlocked as the power of this spell allows. This is my first wish."
For a moment there was nothing. Then Matasoga's eyes clenched shut, his wings unfurled and his tail writhed. Next his knees buckled, and he fell to them, his hands still in hers.
Then the ship broke it's deathly stillness and silence in exchange for violent shuddering and unearthly creaking. Slowly, and only in silhouette against the backdrop of an urban night sky, pipes slowly pushed their way out of the back of the bottom of the floating airship, which was indeed growing longer, and wider. The prow split and warped as a masthead of indeterminate shape took form. Then from the masthead and the newly formed pipes, ropey tendrils shot forth and wound their way around the guildhall.
"Your wish has been granted," she said quietly, never lessening her air of showmanship.

Matasoga looked back at the shape of the lich-ship. His keen draconic eyes picked out more detail. It was as he had hoped... With other additions. Those fleshy looking tendrils were a surprise. Might they be mohrg tongues? This would be exciting to investigate and study later, but now was no time to become distracted.
"Are you ready to make your second wish?" Taika asked.
He hadn't noticed how hard he'd been breathing, nor the enervation or pain, since he noticed the changes that the ship had undergone. But he couldn't stop, now. He knew this was the best time and he couldn't lose his momentum.
"My second wish is that the rooms of the guildhall be reconfigured and reshaped to the design that I have in mind," he said.
He had poured over the floor plan, checked for structural soundness and memorized each and every line of the layout. He closed his eyes tightly and used all of his will and powers of concentration to fill his mind with the floor plan that he had designed, floor by floor, visualizing every inch and trying to guide the energy that would tear through him into moving things into the desired shape.
The pain and enervation came again, worse this time, but he clenched his teeth and fought not to lose his concentration.
When the agony abated he felt the soreness in his tail and realized that it had been thrashing against the ground. He ignored this and tried to catch his breath as he cast his gaze at the now much smaller guildhall.
"Your second wish has been granted," Taika said, in the same way as she had before, while her familiar looked on, passively.

Matasoga was feeling dizzy. Light-headed and bleary-eyed, his focus was suffering. He shook his head clear, but only with great pain and difficulty. He could not afford to make any mistakes. This was to be the trickiest of all of them to word without disastrous consequences. He had his designs assessed by several experts in the field and went through several revisions just to be sure that it's flight would be stable and theoretically secure.
He was silent, his labored breathing aside as he meditated for a full minute on his plans, and visualizing the smallest of details. Nothing was unimportant that made it to paper in his designs.
He blinked hard, forced himself to calm his breathing, and braced himself.
"I wish that the Guildhouse be rebuilt, brick for brick in it's current, relative location, upon and within the ship itself, rather than it's current foundation, in exact accordance to my will and the plans that I have made," he said.
That was his last moment of full consciousness. He watched as his beloved guildhall was dismantled, "brick by brick" (as the spell had taken that part literally, though afterward they seemed to be just as true, sure, and stable as they had been before, rather than bricks simply laying atop each other) and reassembled with incredible speed exactly as it had appeared before, except for the buildings location.
It only took about a minute, but Matasoga was only conscious for the first half. After the spell had been cast and the magic begun its work, his hands slipped out of Taika's and he fell, as if in slow motion (due to the effects of the ring that he wore). Taika stepped back so as not to be in the path of his fall.