I want my Scimitars. :[

[naturaltwohands]

I would like to request help in creating some ordinary, nonmagical scimitars in Liminal Space. If we are to engage in any sort of battle, I wish to have the weapons most familiar to my hands, regardless of their appropriateness in the setting, to lessen the risk of me inadvertently harming one of the Stricken with lethal force.

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Onward to the story?

[naturaltwohands]

[Chuckles.]

I will not forget.

By camp, do you mean outside of liminal space?

[tobegood]

Yeah. Where everyone's been staying when they aren't in liminal space.

[naturaltwohands]

All right. I will bring a bedroll and Guenhwyvar in a short while.

[And a short while later, Drizzt is doing exactly that, bedroll thrown over his shoulder and Guenhwyvar walking next to him. He has some nice new ordinary scimitars strapped to his belt]

[tobegood]

Okay.

[When Drizzt turns up at camp, he'll find Imri far off to the side, laying on his stomach on a smooth rock sticking up about ten feet into the sea - his arms in the water, trying to coax a fish to come close enough for him to touch.]

[naturaltwohands]

[Drizzt smiles wide when he sees Imriel trying to play with fish, and he sets his sleeping bag down before he slowly makes his way over to the rock, rolling up his pants legs to wade in the water if there's no dry way there. It isn't long before he, too, leans a hand into the water. After a few moments, he spots a small part where the sea floor is high enough for him to touch, and with some gentle movements, he unearths a small sand dollar. He grins as he watches the creature start to bury itself again, very, very slowly.]

This is a nice spot.

[tobegood]

[Imriel startles when he hears Drizzt approaching, tensing quickly and turning, reaching behind him as if for a weapon - but the motion is quickly arrested as he sees who it is.]

...It is. [His hands remain out of the water now, folded in front of him as he's looking sideways at Drizzt.] It's different from back home, but not in a bad way.

[naturaltwohands]

My pardon. [Drizzt says gently when he startles.]

It is quite different. I hadn't a chance to really explore an island like this the last time I traveled to one. [A light laugh.] It was haunted. [Not supposedly. Actually.]

[tobegood]

Like I said, I didn't really see the ocean much last time. I grew up in the mountains - it's different from the streams and lakes there. Different fish, too.

[He looks at Drizzt uncertainly.] Haunted?

[naturaltwohands]

[Drizzt isn't going to ask questions about that time.] Then I am glad we were able to correct that.

[He glances up, grinning a bit.] Oh, most assuredly haunted. Veiled by a mist that nearly made us run aground, confusing our senses. I only stopped the ship shortly before we ripped the bottom of the boat right off, seeing the mast of a less fortunate ship in the water before us.

[Drizzt pauses again, wondering if this might be part of a story he can tell. Not too much of it, though. The memories that come later are fresh and new.]

And then when a small band of us tried for land, we saw candles from a sunken ship. Candles from the sunken ship, under the water.

[tobegood]

[He moves to a sitting position, arms curling around his legs as he starts to listen, reassured Drizzt is not making fun of him with the haunted ship.]

Beneath the water?! Was... was it real fire? Or more like an illusion?

[naturaltwohands]

[Who knew that listening to the lore master weave his horrible tales of propaganda would help Drizzt so many years later tell a haunted story to a child. Drizzt sits up, too, then shrugs casually as he looks to the night sky.]

Beneath! But I do not know how. Ghostly fire, I suspect. Whether it was real, we will never know.

[A pause, then he glances over to Imriel with a serious expression.]

We found out something that was far too real after, a threat to our lives that sent us rowing frantically towards the shore.

[tobegood]

[Imriel looks at Drizzt with the most solemn of expressions as he says that.]

What was it?

[naturaltwohands]

The dead, rising above the water.

[tobegood]

...The dead?

[His voice is barely above a whisper, as his eyes go wide and slightly frightened - but not the normal kind of frightened, when a child is told a scary story. No, there is knowledge behind his eyes, and memory - far too much of both. The aka-magi didn't raise the dead, but death was their magic nonetheless, their ally - ushering in madness and sickness and misfortune.

Death is not an abstract concept for Imriel. He's seen it before, in all its forms. Much more than any child should see, much less one his age.]

[naturaltwohands]

[Drizzt notices the shift, and he can immediately see there is more to the fear than usual. A story that carries pain behind it. Thankfully, the story can simply be pushed forward a bit more. A bit faster, to the portion that is funny.

he gives the boy a reassuring smile.]

The dead--and we made them dead again. Or more precisely the wizards of our party. We were quite panicked as we rowed to shore, and prepared for a long and hard battle. Instead, we were shown to a rather silly show of great magical power as each attempted to outdo the other.