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A wand holster is a great idea. Do you think it would be better to buy one or make our own?
A Harry Potter Quest: He who was not
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I would also like one, I doubt that they will give us a significant bonus but it seems quite practical (as someone who dressed up as Harry Potter I found that wands are quite impractical to carry in regular pockets) and it also looks pretty badass.
But which model should we pick?
Well, I can see good points for both options.
On one hand, I am pretty sure that Jacob could make an excellent holster with Alchemy wich wound incorporate a few useful gimmicks, on the other hand, we already have quite a few Alchemy projects and limited actions to research and create them so it may be interesting just buy a good quality holster and get it over with...
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Yeah, I definitely think the waist or shoulder holsters would be the easiest to acess, though I think the shoulder one is better since you would not have to lean down as much. I don't think we should invest an alchemy project in this too, it's a pretty mundane object with a specific and mundane purpose. Our Alchemy should be invested in creating effects we couldn't replicate without it imo, so this would not fit the bill. And we can probably pretty easily buy it as well as you said, doubt it's that expensive.I would also like one, I doubt that they will give us a significant bonus but it seems quite practical (as someone who dressed up as Harry Potter I found that wands are quite impractical to carry in regular pockets) and it also looks pretty badass.
But which model should we pick?
I would personally go with waist or shoulder.
Well, I can see good points for both options.
On one hand, I am pretty sure that Jacob could make an excellent holster with Alchemy wich wound incorporate a few useful gimmicks, on the other hand, we already have quite a few Alchemy projects and limited actions to research and create them so it may be interesting just buy a good quality holster and get it over with...
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How about a magic wand holster that helps us draw the wand even more quickly?
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Are Wand Holsters a canon thing? I always thought that they were a fanon sort of concept. I can't really find anything on the Harry Potter Wiki about them.
Really, if we want our wand to always be in our reach, then wandless magic is probably the way to go. Just get good enough at the summoning charm to summon a wand to your hand if it isn't in convenient reach. Realistically though, a good Wizard always has their wand within reach.
Really, if we want our wand to always be in our reach, then wandless magic is probably the way to go. Just get good enough at the summoning charm to summon a wand to your hand if it isn't in convenient reach. Realistically though, a good Wizard always has their wand within reach.
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They are canon, or at least most of the Death Eaters in the films used them...
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Waist or arm mounted seems to be the most accessible version to me. Arm mounted ones have to be magical. Otherwise it makes no sense.
Personally a magical arm mounted one would be preferable since it is less inconspicuous.
Personally a magical arm mounted one would be preferable since it is less inconspicuous.
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Well, the arm mounted one doesn´t have to be magical to work... I mean you simply grab the handle with your other and you pull, exactly the same as if you would have a concealed knife hidden on your sleeves.
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It can't really be that difficult if you have an entire school that teaches wandless magic as the primary method.
Uagadou
Uagadou,[2] or Uagadou School of Magic,[3] was the African wizarding school, located in the Mountains of the Moon in western Uganda.[1] It accepted students from all over Africa and was the largest wizarding school in the world.[2] Visitors to the school spoke of a stunning edifice carved out of...
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I think that the problem is that wands make spells more precise, more powerful, and much easier to cast, so the European tradition of magic completely integrates them for everything from a young age, this is great for most things, but it also makes the wand such an integral part of how the European wizards use magic that it makes learning wandless magic much more difficult because it goes against everything they have been taught for years.It can't really be that difficult if you have an entire school that teaches wandless magic as the primary method.
Uagadou
Uagadou,[2] or Uagadou School of Magic,[3] was the African wizarding school, located in the Mountains of the Moon in western Uganda.[1] It accepted students from all over Africa and was the largest wizarding school in the world.[2] Visitors to the school spoke of a stunning edifice carved out of...
The African and Native American styles of magic teach the children from a young age to cast spells without wands which is more difficult to and less precise, but once they get used to doing it wandlessly they get the advantage of not needing a foci to use most spells.
It is like getting used to do everything that needs more dexterity or precision using your dominant hand, it is much easier to do things in general, but if you are forced to use your non-dominant hand it is much more difficult to do those things because your own reflexes, which you have learned for years, act against you.
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I just read this in one sitting, and my eyes watered a bit at the Flamel scene. This is one of my favorite quests now. I really like the parents as well, I hope we can find a way to prolong their life before they pass away.
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To be fair, IIRC Jacob´s parents are just a little older Dumbledore (their late 110s) and taking into consideration Wizard´s and Witches lifespan is on average 137¾ years, they could still have quite a few good years ahead of them without us needing to do anything...
WalkingWalking
WalkingWalkingWalmingWalkimg
I think they used the philosopher stone to have a child.
7.3 March, 1994
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Present Date: 01st March 1994
Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core
You awoke drenched in sweat.
In a time, long before documented history found its way into word and scripture, you had lived in the body of a woman who had lost everything that was dear to her. She, an ancestor with the name of your family, was now gone again. Had disappeared into nothingness as if the memories had never been there to begin with. The only thing that was still left of your dream were the icy tears on your face. By now, they had almost dried up, leaving only cold and sensitive skin back where they had rested, seemingly for hours.
A soft noise to your left, made you look up. The wind passed by the small opening of the glass window, whistling softly as if to remind you that you were back in the real world. One of the boys must have let it open.
You tried to shake the dread off that you were still experiencing and pulled yourself upwards, to sit on the edge of your bed. Even though you - … she. Even though Basques had been fighting for an entire night and day and you had lived through those intense memories, your muscles did not feel any strain. There was a dichotomy between the ache on your mind and the relaxed state of your body that made you feel somewhat out of touch.
You simultaneously felt as if you had slept for a year and not rested in months.
It took you a few minutes to get on your feet and make your way into the bathroom and to properly wash and clean yourself up.
Half an hour later, it was still dark outside, when you came to rest down in front of the fire place in the desolated common room. Your mind felt heavy as if something was weighing down on you still. You felt restless and stressed, not able to pinpoint why this time awakening from the dream was so much harder than it had been in past iterations.
Your skin felt hypersensitive, the atmosphere around you as heavy as water.
There was no escape in sleep for the rest of the night, nor did you sleep well the night after. But with each passing day, you felt more at ease and back to your former self. It would take a while for you to start putting the pieces together; something in your body had changed. It had adapted to a novelty in your mind. Like a faint taste or a distant smell, a new sense had awoken from a deep slumber. Being surrounded by a thousand-year-old magical castle was not the best way for a child, who for the first time in his life, was now able to feel the magic surrounding him.
Your body reacted in kind, shutting the sense down as much as possible, dampening the effect the castle had on you. Only after days would you realize, that you could make out a vague sense of the magic that made out Hogwarts. It felt like a river flowing around you, but it was difficult to pinpoint. As if it wanted to disappear whenever you looked at it. Had you awoken amidst less intense magic, your senses would have been more sensitive from the beginning. Like this, it would take a while for you to get a grasp of your new ability.
Ability Developed: Magic Sense I - remember feeling the magic of your brothers. There was warmth and familiarity. Underneath your senses there was something new, waiting to wake. Your ability is not under control yet, nor is it very sensitive. You sense only the most powerful of magic; like a vibrant sensation around you.
Present Date: 09th March 1994
Current Wand: Fagus wood, Phoenix feather core
A week later you found yourself in the presence of a green-eyed Hufflepuff witch, who was looking at you with a curious expression on her face. It was understandable really.
"So, do you want to tell me what we are doing or …" Megan said, letting you fill out the rest of the sentence as she followed you around a corner into the stairways.
The question was appropriate. The both of you had shared Potion classes minutes earlier and instead of joining most of the studentship at lunch downstairs, you had dragged her with you to head upstairs into the second-floor.
"I told you that I need your help," you answered. Megan didn't say anything right away. Her behaviour had changed since the personal conflict the two of you had gone through. She was much more focused on herself now, and more confident to challenge your actions in her own way. Which was something that was new and interesting.
Thus, her snatching the notebook out of your hand and reading through the part you had been scribbling in minutes earlier, didn't fall quite outside her new sense of self.
"Guide me through this, please. Not all of us do see the world quite like you do," she said, her eyes on the few lines of events that you had covered.
"Where do you know this Warren girl from?" She asked.
"Found her in the archive," you said.
A few steps into the stair, you noticed that she had stopped following you. Turning around to see why she had halted her movements, you were confronted with a deadpan expression.
"… What?" you asked unsure. Had you missed something?
Your retort didn't seem to work for the betterment of the situation. Megan shook the notebook in her hand, trying to point it menacingly at you.
"No 'what'! Four words do not equal an answer!" She said with frustration in her voice.
"Five words, actually," you said with a happy smile on your face.
"Jacob!"
You couldn't help yourself but laugh at her exclamation. Walking the few steps down to reach her, you grabbed Megan by her free hand and pulled her along behind you. A yelp escaped your friend, who was taken by surprise by your action.
"We're losing valuable time!" You said, not quite seriously. "As Señor Gonzales always said, 'Walk and Talk!"
Now thankfully walking upwards again, you continued: "I stumbled over a few interesting people while looking for Sally-Anne. All of them remarkable on their own, but some of them maybe more."
When you reached the second-floor, you finally let go of Megan's hand and instead snatched your notebook out of her other hand.
"There were quite a few things on my mind back then, so I didn't follow up and I needed to go back Tuesday evening to go over the books again, because I didn't remember the details- …"
"That's why you skipped Runes Club on Tuesday! You could have said something," she said. There was accusation in her voice, but it was weakened by the fact that she looked hooked by whatever it was that you had been looking for. You completely skipped over her commentary and pointed at a few dates in the notebook.
"Look at this. It's 1940; a girl named Myrtle Elizabeth Warren is sorted into Ravenclaw. In the same year Rubeus Hagrid is sorted into Gryffindor."
"You mean Professor Hagrid?" Megan asked, not sure what you wanted to tell with that information.
"You recognized one of the two, but I am certain that you know both," you said instead.
"What do you mean?" Megan asked again, this time taking the time to look at your notebook again. "Myrtle Elizabeth Warren … " she repeated. Her squinted eyes widened as she understood what you had said just before. "That's the Moaning Myrtle! This is where we're heading to, right? She died in 1940?"
At that you shook your head. "Both her and Professor Hagrid are recorded in the archives for their second and third year."
"So, she died in her third year? Kind of creepy, right? But what's the Professor involvement in this?"
"There is no entry in 1944 for Professor Hagrid. He never joined his classmates in his fourth year," you said, halting as you finally reached the door to the girl's bathroom that the ghost of Myrtle inhabited.
"He was expelled?" Megan asked.
"Most likely," you answered.
"What for?" There was a pause. Stray thoughts, that you could almost pinpoint by looking at her, as she caught up to you. "Was he somehow involved in her death?"
Here you finally nodded, a smile on your face. Your heart was beating faster already. Huge parts of this stories missed, which did not allow for any deductions yet, but you felt that it was about to fall together. There was finally a new riddle in the castle of Hogwarts and this one had waited for exactly 50 years until someone took it upon himself to solve it.
"That, my curious friend, is what we are about to find out." And with that, you reached for the brass doorknob and opened the door to the bathroom.
Myrtle's place was the gloomiest, most depressing bathroom you had ever set foot in. The 'out of order' sign at the door was not the only reason why you didn't expect to meet anyone in here (you could never be perfectly sure though, that's why Megan had joined you).
Under a large, cracked, and spotted mirror was a row of chipped sinks. One of those sinks featured a familiar set of runes that you had found thanks to Megan. The floor was damp and reflected, the dull light - given off by the stubs of a few candles, were burning low in their holders. You looked over the wooden doors that were there to hide the stalls from the eyes of no one, because as you had thought; the bathroom was completely desolate. One of the wooden doors at the end of the bathroom was scratched and dangling off its hinges.
Megan put her fingers to her lips and let out a small sigh, before she set off toward that end-stall. You could see that she had adapted quickly to the new set of information. It had been on her to distract Myrtle last time, while you had taken a look at the hidden runes and it seemed as if an unlikely friendship had developed between them … well, maybe rather call it acquaintance. Which is why she took it upon herself to start the conversation.
"Hello, Myrtle, how are you?" she said, once she stood in front of the last stall.
You followed her into the bathroom to find Myrtle floating above the tank of the toilet, picking a spot on her chin.
"I told you last time already; this is a girls' bathroom! Why do boys keep getting in here?" she said, eyeing you suspiciously. Peeves had done quite the job in making her dislike you.
"Hey, Myrtle," you said, trying your best smile.
"We just wanted to see you, I mean last time I promised I would come back," Megan said, taking over the conversation. "Right?" she then asked, before bumping you with her elbow.
"Ah," you said quite eloquently. "Yes. Yes, that's what we said. That's why we are here."
"You did?" Myrtle asked, trying to remember the event that had occurred rather recently. She didn't seem to recall it at all.
Interesting. So very interesting.
Myrtle was again different than the Grey Lady and Sally-Anne. Where Sally-Anne had been vibrant and a force to be reckoned with, the Grey Lady was reversed but intense; Myrtle seemed more in-line with what you had thought of ghosts before. She was a vague impression of whatever she had been before this.
Had her death been not as gruesome, her emotions not been as strong or was it just the fact that she had been neither powerful, nor skilled at the moment of her death? Was that why her imprint was lesser?
"But you're not lonely," Megan said, bringing you back to reality. You had missed quite a bit of the conversation already. "You've got me here!" A pretty smile was on the Hufflepuff's face and you realized that her words were actually sincere. She was not playing it up.
"So, we're friends now?" Myrtle asked, her whiny voice receding a bit as if she was not quite able to feel positive emotions just yet, only to feel less of the negative emotions.
"Sure, we are. You can join me whenever you want to."
"Oh," Myrtle said. "I don't often leave the bathroom. This is where I belong."
"What does that mean?" you asked, before you could stop yourself. Only then did you realize that you should have let Megan continue. She had been on a good track. But it seemed, as if Myrtle didn't even realize that the question had come from you this time. Instead, her face contorted as if she had remembered something: "This is my place of death. This is where I belong," she said, in a voice choked with tears.
"Myrtle, no one wants to upset you," Megan said.
"No one wants to upset me! That's a good one!" the ghost howled, not reacting kindly to the soothing words. "My life was nothing but misery at this place when I was alive and now people come along ruining even my death!"
"What did they do to you?" Megan inquired tactfully, when the chance arose.
"How did you die?" you asked at the same time, a tad more out of touch with appropriate questions.
The thing was; while Megan was much better with human social conformity, it was quite possible that there was no student at school who understood ghost society better than you did. While Myrtle did not react to Megan's question, she looked at you as though she had never been asked such a flattering question.
"Ooooh, it was dreadful," she said with relish. "It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well, as if it had been yesterday," she said; her voice more vivid than you had ever heard her before. Even the whining undertone was gone.
You had spoken to many a ghost during Nick's Halloween party. There was nothing better to get them talking than to simply ask about their death.
"I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses ... again. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So, I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use his own toilet. This is a girls bathroom! But then —" Myrtle swelled importantly, her face shining.
You did not blink, following her every word and expression as if it was the most interesting thing you had ever heard. It quite possibly was. How had you ever been able to ignore what you'd found in the archives for so long, when- … No! Stop! You were losing track.
It took a moment until you had processed the two words that had been spoken, while you had been distracted.
"I died."
What?
"How?" you asked.
"No idea," said Myrtle in hushed tones. "I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes. My whole-body sort of seized up, and then I was floating away ..." She looked dreamily at you, as if talking about the most wonderful thing.
"And then I came back again. I was determined to haunt Oliver Hornby, you see. Oh, she was sorry she'd ever laughed at my glasses."
"Where exactly did you see the eyes?" you asked, not wanting to lose focus. "Somewhere there," said Myrtle, pointing vaguely toward the sink in front of her toilet. You did not need to hurry over to it. Because again, things started to click into place. A puzzle was filling itself in your head.
A dead girl; big and yellow eyes; a sink that you had found before, with runes just as those you had found on the outside wall of the castle.
Megan was talking, but you didn't hear – you couldn't as your mind was occupied, putting the pieces in the right order. Your eyes stayed on the ordinary sink, remembering the tiny snake that had been carved into the copper tap.
For a moment you were in your second-year. There had been rumors; so dominant in fact that it had reached even you. A monster was hunting students and Muggle-borns. You remembered Justin telling you of his experiences, when he looked into the Basilisk's eye through the Gryffindor house-ghost, before he was petrified and lost five months.
"The Chamber of Secrets," you whispered, your eyes still fixed on the sink.
The Basilisk had entered Hogwarts through this place.
"Myrtle," you finally said, turning back to her. A mystery had shown itself where you had not expected it. Myrtle had spoken of a foreign language that she had overheard. However, the entrance opened, it was sound-based. You would remember that, but there was one more thing to ask.
"Was the voice that you heard that of Rubeus Hagrid?"
"Hagrid?" Myrtle repeated after you. "The Gryffindor boy? No, no. He was always kind to me. I knew his voice, that was not him. I don't think so."
Which meant that there was still more to learn about the mystery that happened in 1943. There was a dead girl, a boy who got expelled, a Basilisk, the Chamber of Secrets and a mystery male. This riddle was turning out to be the real deal.
"Thank you, Myrtle," you said. "You were right; that was quite the gruesome death-story."
Her whole face lit up at that. "You think so?"
"Not everyone can say that they were killed by a Basilisk."
No, that was quite the rare death. The question was; how did all of these things fit together?
You got your first clues; even found pieces to a puzzle you weren't actually looking for and you've got the next steps planned to solve this particular riddle. But you feel energetic enough to tackle more than just this. The end of the school year is closing in and you want to fit as many things into it as possible. You already broke through your Horizon, discovering Helga's Hall guarding the path to Nei'it-ruˆm, but there is one more place you want to explore; the Great Lake to the south of the castle. Your first step will be to find a way to start that journey:
[ ] There must be something I can eat … – Honestly, your third-year curriculum doesn't give you too much to work with here. But it should be possible to find a plant that can allow you to spend some time under-water. (Low DC on preparation time, high DC on time spent under water.)
[ ] I might need something to drink. – Any effect a plant can do, a potion can do better. That is something that you know for sure. It will take you a while to gather the ingredients and brew the potion, and you first need to spend some time looking for one at all; but it should be possible. (Medium DC on preparation time, medium DC on time spent under water.)
[ ] I'm a wizard. I need a spell. – A charm or a transfiguration? You are not too sure as to how to solve this effectively, but it should be about the same as using a spell … right? (Medium DC on preparation time, medium DC on time spent under water.)
[ ] I should build something! – Alchemy may be able to solve all problems. If stepping on air is possible, breathing under water should not be out of reach. It will take you longer than with any other solution … but the solution will be here to stay. (High DC on preparation time, low DC on time spent under water.)
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SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
Ho boy, didn't think this was coming back, so glad to be wrong.
Tithed_Verse
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[] I should build something!
Never know when you might need to breathe underwater again.
Never know when you might need to breathe underwater again.
You are back!
I'll write a more thoughtful reaction later, I am too excited for a proper one.
I'll write a more thoughtful reaction later, I am too excited for a proper one.
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So glad this is back! Myrtle being so pleased at describe her death gave me a chuckle! I think we should either build something or learn a spell. A food or potion to breathe underwater would require preparation and for us to have it on hand, besides being single use. Leaning towards build because alchemy is cool and the low dc for the time spent is good.
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Wizard Sherlock Quest is back baby! We even have Megan as our own Watson too
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The Quest That Lived! ϟ
I am so happy it's back and back on track. This quest is at it's finest when it chases after mysteries present in the canon, broadening the known world.
