It had taken you a long time to track the artifact down, lots of hours spent pouring over old books acquired from obscure establishments as well as countless divination spells, but the mystic brush is finally within your grasp! You never would have believed that such a powerful bit of magic would turn up at the local museum, practically under your nose, and you didn't even know it! All you have to do now is find an out of the way corner to hide in till everyone leaves for the night and substitute the real brush for the replica you've created and the power to transform those around you in whatever way you desire will be yours!
Knowing the museum will be closing for the night soon, you make your way to a nearby restroom and settle down to wait. As soon as you're certain everyone has left and the place is locked up tight you make your way to door, listening carefully for any sounds that might indicate that security is nearby. Hearing nothing, you slip out, a simple charm you'd prepared earlier causing the security camera's to short out momentarily as you pass. Stealthily you make your way to the exhibit where the brush is stored. Fortunately the brush is stored in a simple display case without a lot of security around it, and why should there be? After all, so far as any normal person is concerned it's just an old brush, not exactly valuable, and certainly not worth going to the trouble of stealing. Being a student of the occult however, you know better. Reaching inside your coat and withdrawing your lock picks you set to work.
It doesn't take you long to realize that the lock is more complicated than it looks, and you curse yourself for not paying more attention back when your dad was trying to explain to you the finer points of the locksmithing profession. After about fifteen minutes the lock still hasn't budged and you're running out of time. You'll have to try a spell.
"Great, just great! I'd really hoped I wouldn't have to do this." you mutter as you gather your feeble mystic energies in preparation for the task ahead of you. Closing your eyes in concentration, you chant the incantation for the charm of opening, throwing everything you have against the stubborn piece of hardware that's the only thing that's standing between you, and your objective. It's a struggle, but ever so slowly the rusty lock turns until, click, the lock opens!
Struggling to catch your breath after this even this minor display of mind over matter, you wipe the sweat from your brow before opening the case and reaching inside to claim your prize. As soon as you touch it, the brush begins oozing a black tar like substance and you know immediately that this is the real deal. Ginning from ear to ear, you place the brush inside your pocket before pulling out the replica, placing it inside the case and turning to leave.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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