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authorDaniel Silverstone <dsilvers@digital-scurf.org>2014-10-25 23:37:13 +0100
committerDaniel Silverstone <dsilvers@digital-scurf.org>2014-10-25 23:37:13 +0100
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Some reworking of the text
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@@ -78,7 +78,7 @@ pagestack:
KNOWN:
- kind: text
body: |
- Eureka! I have managed to create the very item I dreamed of. It took a little fiddling and then suddenly
+ Eureka! I have managed to create the very item I dreamed of. It took a little fiddling and then suddenly
everything seemed to come together in a flash of inspiration. I have created what I believe is the first
thing I will need to bring the moon's power to heel and to bridle it for my own purposes. As it seems
to have served me well, I am recording the exact recipe here lest I lose this incredible device (or frankly
@@ -94,7 +94,7 @@ pagestack:
THEORY:
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body: |
- Every since I succeeded in creating this marvel of the moon, I have been having flashes of insight, visions
+ Ever since I succeeded in creating this marvel of the moon, I have been having flashes of insight, visions
if you will, regarding its use. However before I can put any of them to use, I fear there is something
wrong with my construct.
@@ -109,9 +109,9 @@ pagestack:
body: |
It was so simple. I had a vision that showed me with a dull, lifeless ring and one which as I said before
seemed alive, intrinsically linked to my knowledge and understanding. In this vision I had one item in each
- hand, I was holding the dull one loosely and the live one, the one I want, tightly. I looked from one to
- the other over and over, until eventually I squeezed hard on the live one. I squeezed until my hand ached
- and, for a split second, it felt like my hand was part of ring itself. In that instant it seemed to
+ hand, I was holding the dull one loosely and the live one, the one that I so greatly desire, tightly. I looked
+ from one to the other over and over, until eventually I squeezed hard on the live one. I squeezed until my hand
+ ached and, for a split second, it felt like my hand was part of ring itself. In that instant it seemed to
spring to life.
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@@ -125,9 +125,8 @@ pagestack:
I understand now what it is that I have wrought. It is a catalyst for changing the nature of items around
it. The pull it exerts seems to bring items together and transform them somehow into something else, something
better. I had another vision. In it I seemed to be filling bottles with water and placing them on a table
- in the light of the moon. Also on the table was a small pile of that sweet substance one can derive from
- the reed-like plants which grow along the river banks. In my vision I placed my catalyst down in the middle
- of these items and stepped back, raising my eyes to bask in the power of the moon.
+ in the light of the moon. Also on the table was a small pile of white powder. In my vision I placed my
+ catalyst down in the middle of these items and stepped back, raising my eyes to bask in the power of the moon.
Annoyingly, my vision seemed to end at this moment. I have no idea what I was meant to do next, if anything.
- kind: catalysedrecipe