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[Tomcost]

-A focus is what a mage uses to channel magic. It's the element that allows them to modify reality by will. I managed to mess up with the rules of the universe to make mine. The Artiste says that we, mortals, are not supposed to see the rules by ourselves, and Justine says that a focus is made by sheer will force, but actually I haven't figured another way of doing so. Speaking of which, I have an idea.

He then turned to Erin and asked:

-What kind of focus do you have? A written one? Or of another kind? Because I would like to have a look at it when you finish with Niklas. If it is possible, of course.

[Harry Baldman]

He then turned to Erin and asked:

-What kind of focus do you have? A written one? Or of another kind? Because I would like to have a look at it when you finish with Niklas. If it is possible, of course.

"A spellbook. Transmutation's pretty hard to get a material focus for."

[Innsmothe]

Scott will seek out a companion to share in this wonderful epiphany of his.

[miauw62]

"What's the advantage of a material focus, if they're so hard to get?"

[Harry Baldman]

"What's the advantage of a material focus, if they're so hard to get?"

"Power, mostly."

"Lots of it, too."

[Tomcost]

-I guess that I will keep searching for someone with a material focus, then. Do you know which focus does the Artiste use?

[miauw62]

((Guess my hypotesis was right. Material foci are really powerful but really specific.))
"Isn't he some sort of demon guy? Do demons even need foci?"

[Tomcost]

-He is inside a human body, doing the kind of magic that that human body used to do, so he should have one. I'm not sure if he has a kind of focus for soul manipulation.

[Harry Baldman]

-I guess that I will keep searching for someone with a material focus, then. Do you know which focus does the Artiste use?

"No idea."

"But it is definitely a focus of some kind, yes. Haven't really seen the guy in action yet, so it is difficult to say what exactly it might be."

[Tomcost]

-He is asleep, so I think that I will have to ask him later.

He sudenly had an idea:

-If Niklas could do magic, it means that he had a focus, right? And as he is a chair and didn't have any kind of material in which he could write, he should have made a focus out of his own body, right? Then, Niklas is his own focus, if I'm right.

[Harry Baldman]

-If Niklas could do magic, it means that he had a focus, right? And as he is a chair and didn't have any kind of material in which he could write, he should have made a focus out of his own body, right? Then, Niklas is his own focus, if I'm right.

"Sounds accurate, yes."

[Tomcost]

-Then I don't need to ask the Artiste for anything.

Metaphysically¹ examine Niklas to discover which rules does he bend at will.

1) Metaphysical examination means "look at the knots"

[Harry Baldman]

On the deck of the Second Shank...

Niklas, blissfully unaware of all the talky business going on around him, tries to focus his vision and attain clarity of some sort. Interestingly, though, his vision only becomes grayer and grayer by the moment, his surroundings quickly losing coherence. This continues for a moment despite Niklas' best efforts, but then, in a most peculiar twist, reverses itself.

However, the picture this time is rather different. This isn't Helsvar's village anymore. This is the ship. The Artiste's ship. Hm. It's all in black and white, though, and seems most unnatural in several ways. For one, Niklas has never actually beheld anything in a purely grayscale fashion. Secondly, the various miscreants that are his regular companions (and Morton), with the exception of one, have all gathered here and are saying something he can't quite discern, being unable to hear anything.

"Interesting ship. Is it yours?"

Meanwhile, taking a break from the intense dialogue, Sigmund takes a good, hard look at Niklas, who looks right back. Sigmund finds that Niklas' knots are a horrible mess. What's even happened here, damn it? It's like a tornado ripped through or something. Can't even recognize most of his metaphysical makeup.

Erin, as is apparent to Morton and Kevin, seems to be at a loss on what to do next. Perhaps it's some leftover drowsiness or something. Or maybe she's feeling lazy. Difficult to tell from the outside. She appears to be about to do something, but then she's distracted by a shiny object approaching on the gangplank that looks a bit like a glittering pumpkin on four segmented, just as glittery legs.


In the Artiste's room...

Scott, seeing that he will find no conversation here, seeks more conscious company, and locates it promptly in the form of the Captain and Art, who seem to still be speaking in the latter's room.

"So, you SAY that being of the FEMALE PERSUASION does not BOTHER YOU AT ALL?"

"Well, like I said, I'm not female, strictly speaking, I simply look like it."

"But is it not the OUTSIDE that matters MOST? To be DEPRIVED of one's FORMER IMAGE can be TRAUMATIC! Not that I WOULD KNOW, of COURSE! It's what OTHERS have TOLD ME when I HAD RELATED my STORY to them!"

[Tomcost]

(( I want Sigmund to exclaim something like "for [Insert godess of order here] sake", but I don't remember which one was. Would someone clarify my doubt?))

[miauw62]

"What the fuck is that?"
Examine pumpkin
((magic tanks? oh fuck))