The Stragus Magus Adventure
It came from the outer side of the kitchen. It laid on marble rock for almost two centuries, aging in decades and storing the energy from passerby's souls. The door to this device was unsealed; unlocking the very nature of it, concealing a virtual Pandora's box. An old fellow examined the object, carefully eyeing the craftsmanship and pondering its use. Yes, the device is an age-old weapon, used to fight wars never heard of. Its destructive force destroyed both sides of the battle so many centuries ago. As the old man realizes what he has come across, he quickly recalls it use to the best of his knowledge. Using this device he can finally finish the work he has painstakingly started so long ago. He grabs the device puts it in position, and, using the technique he learned as a child, he unlocked the use of this deadly force!
"Hey Relm! Never mind! I found something else to stir the soup with," yells Stragus as he uses an old metal hilt from what looks to have used to be part of a sword. "This will do just fine, although it was hard getting through all of those locks and sacred warnings written in languages I haven't seen since I was a kid." Stragus pondered for a moment, "Perhaps I wrote this as a child. Nah, I would have at least locked some Jello with it, in case I was hungry next time I opened it."
Chapter 1: Legend Revealed? Pancake Batter.
Relm abruptly walked down into the kitchen in befuddlement. "What are you talking about ya olde fogey? I found your soup spoon weeks ago!" she said.
"Oh Yeah!" Shouted Stragus, "Then where tell-all is this alleged SOUP SPOON, huh? Did it get up and walk away. Oh, maybe it started its own government, for the spoon, by the spoon. Perhaps, by chance, it started a space colony. That's one small scoop for spoon, one giant serving for spoon-kind! It's not a rock band, is it. CAN'T BUY ME SPOOOONN!!!" Stragus banters on about this.
"No you ignoramus!!" Exclaimed Relm, "you're holding it in your OTHER hand."
"Oh," remarked Stragus, "now why would you put it where I wouldn't find it?"
At that moment, Relm wished she had paid attention in school. For all the hoodlely hoo she messed with in school, she may have mastered the art of Blue Magic. However, back when she was 6 and ¾ years old, she came into contact first hand with Blue Magic. Stragus Quasar-ed half the town… for the 3rd time… that day… because of the tree house he was trying to make for Relm. The ensuing Aqua Rakes and Needle forced her to vow, 'As the sun rises each day and sets every night, so will I never learn Blue Magic.' So, in the passing years, Relm chose art as an alternative to pure Blue Magic, as the slightly scorched town of Thamasa was known for. This didn't help her right at this point, because at that very second, Relm's anger rose to a point where she wished she had mastered Blue Magic just for this opportunity to nuke Stragus for making this and any other comment in the near future. "Any chance that the Sun won't set tonight," Relm asked in almost a melancholy tone, for she knew the answer.
"Well, you know Relm," Stragus answered, "Its like I always say, send the pancake batter to me."
"What are you talking about? I've never heard you say that." Inquired Relm.
"Sure I do. I just wanted some pancake batter." Stragus answered.
Relm, annoyed, said, "What has that got to do with anything, and what pancake batter are you talking about?"
"Well," said Stragus, "I was speaking in general."