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Day in the life of my first wearer and my true maker, by Zen the everburning torch of the magi
Warning: lots of alchemy and special level "machine" spoilers.
The old days
When the first generation of Ents was young, an entMoot(meeting of Ents) was called by an young mage named Dryroots to decide if torches that burn without fuel were alive.
I was lit during that time, and did not know how I have been created; it must have something to do with those tree-lovers out there; they don't want wood to burn.
Dryroot was named after his tendency not to stay rooted in the forest like Ents usually are; he had planted trees in unlikely places and would probably spawned whole families of his own bloodline of foolish Ents all over for all I know!
Dryroot the foolish adventurer. Dryroot the alchemist. Dryroot the daydeamer. Dryroot the legendary killer of the greatest and only foe known so far, the dreaded floating eye!
Actually Dryroot just threw the forbidden torches-that-burn-wood at the it; while other Ents tried melee and died. Dryroot would make tall tales of several hours of clever dodging and doing critical hits with his large club that the monster eye survived time and again! Many other Ents were in awe.
(in awe of the size of Dryroot's ego, of course)
The Ents, who were young and foolist, only saw Dryroot's ego and decided that since torches that burn without fuel were magical like the floating eyes, they should only be used when in dire need. Then I was extinguished(with BEER, of all things) without warning or even a vote.
The great darkness
But this is ages ago. I wasn't lit so I didn't see what happened in between. I think Dryroot was my first maker, but not the true one as he didn't make me immortal or powerful.
In any case quasi-eternity in the dark didn't bore me as I stay asleep when not lit.
The only thing I miss during this period is not seeing the rise of elves, dwarves, humans, hobbits. I don't really care what Ents are now, for all I know they're still the most foolish beings who ever lived!
The first enlightement
I awoke and was immediately used to map and lit the area in a special place called "machine". I didn't knew I had that power, Dryroot certainly never used it...
I was quickly removed as the wearer knew that invisible walls were mapped when bumped into, and normal ground squares weren't. From that I knew my wearer wasn't an Ent, because an Ent would simply grow trees everywhere and walk where trees are.
In the end, I was lighted again to behold some treasure. I find my wearer rather aggravating at the time, but what can I do? I flickered in anger, hoping to annoy him back. Didn't worked. Oh, well.
After a "rod of recall" was zapped, I found out from being almost sold that I was an everlasting torch of the magi. I liked the name. I didn't like the idea of being sold, though. I did forgive the wearer as soon as he sold those odd boots of the machine; then I liked him as a father for some reason.
Then he unlit me. Not again!!!
The second enlightement
I was made an artifact during this dark time. The owner mumbled something about a typo and wanting to artifact a dwarven lantern of fearlessness instead, and I was almost donated to the Mathom house! He then mumbled something about hit points I did not quite understand, and I couldn't see the dwarven lantern anywhere. Does that have to do with my now greater lighting range??
On this very day I was attacked by acid, toxic waste, and cold breath and didn't feel a thing. I'm immortal now! Thank you father!
Little brother
I witnessed the birth of my little brother the gnomish shovel, who doesn't talk much except to say "can you dig it"?
He did complained once or twice of not giving the ability to magically dig walls to the wearer since he was immortalized, and it hurt his ego deeply. The wearer had to go by hand, and at this Diggy was ten time a shovel!
He was intended to be the maxxer of all stats before I was created, but that honor will be mine, all mine!!! Hehehe...
Little sister arrow
A completely random arrow, with average stats and all that, was made "of venom" and still was (+0, +0). The wearer didn't care as he wasn't in archery, he liked "sticks" better. I don't see how sticks could do damage, they're neither heavy nor edged!!
So the arrow was made, didn't talk except to exchange beauty tips with other arrows, and was named "lucky in the sky with diamonds". She was lucky indeed, because the wearer gave her 18 bunny parts. This must have to do with a *slay bunny* flag; she's lucky also because she will never be disenchanted by an evil ringwraith; she has resist disenchant. So she's also immortal!
I'm starting to think immortality might be boring as hell if the rest of the family is like that!
bugs bunny me, er, bunnies bug me
The wearer went in search of bunnies for luck, and found some after a very long search (he wanted to try out the *slay bunny* but always forgot to fire the arrow).
It took more time to find 5 bunnies than to clean up 5 dungeons entirely, so the wearer eventually gave up. He'll certainly use more bunny parts to make that defective *slay bunny* work!
Starvation
The wearer ran out of satisfy hunger scrolls, and couldn't bring himself to eat 25 bunny meat just to walk all the way back from the plains of the east one square more. He died, killed by an ant that was over the skeleton of another ant. Skeletons have a dubious nutritional value, and are poisonous, but this was sheer desperation!
That was a humbling end for him, and Eru didn't save him. Now could someone PLEASE TURN ME OFF!!! I'M BORED WHEN ALONE!!!
The sound of one hand clapping eroded mountains to plains in the mean time
Thus in the centuries that followed I learned patience and earned my own name: The everlasting torch of Zen! I haven't been re-found yet. I hope the next wearer isn't an Ent, and dares speak his name to me!!