Ambrosious
Weaver of Written Worlds
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Larry was an ordinary guy in an ordinary world. He went to an ordinary high school and an even more ordinary college. He had an ordinary girl friend that some considered mousy. He worked at an ordinary job in an ordinary book store in an ordinary rural area of Virginia. The bookstore was located in the Appalachian Mountains and the people in the area were descended from Scottish, Irish, English and German ancestors. Maybe that explains the very extraordinary text that fell into Larry’s hands one fine summer day.
The book was written in old English style and was a little difficult to read. It had ink drawn pictures and the title read “Studies of Time and the Relationships of Objects in Time.” The author had a very proper sounding name-Sir Drake Mandlebox and the cover was quite faded and moldy. Larry examined the book and decided to take the book home for a closer examination then put it out of his mind as he continued cataloging other tomes of knowledge.
Larry got home at his usual time and popped a frozen dinner in the microwave. He set the timer and phoned his ordinary girlfriend. He made a feeble excuse so as to not see her for the evening and hung up the phone as the microwave beeped readiness. He took out the frozen dinner and sat down at his dinette with the book from the store. Larry started to read as he took his first bites of his dinner.
Engrossing himself in the book, Larry barely noticed it getting darker in the room and absently reached over to switch on the old gas lights his house was equipped with. The light threw a yellow glow over everything in the room and that is when Larry noticed something about the book’s pages. There was text under the writing on each and every page. Only one page’s hidden text could be seen however and Larry began to read.
“Portals rich and portals poor
Open up the once slammed door
Bring forth to me on this summer’s night
Heroes of old, kings and men of might
Under my command do I bring here
Legends of ages that I hold dear
Let the walls of time come crumbling down
And bring to me heroes to circle around.”
Larry smirked at the simple poetry and put the book down as it was getting to be quite late and made his way to bed. He lay awake for several minutes thinking back to the hidden poem he had found. What if one could actually bring forth legends from the past? Who would Larry bring? Would he want to meet historical figures or kings or presidents? Maybe great thinkers or scholars. How about some of the greatest writers of all time? Yes, Larry would choose a writer. After all, his life was books. As soon as his mind settled on the idea of bringing back a great writer, the air in his house became thicker, almost viscous. He continued to play out his fantasy. Who would he most like to meet? Larry thought of two authors immediately. H.G. Wells and Robert A. Heinlein.
The quite of the night was shattered with a sudden clap of thunder that shook his wooden shelves with force. Larry sat upright in bed and was amazed at the quickness thunderstorms developed in the mountains. He lay his head back onto his pillow, only to hear a crash from the other room. His immediate thought was that an intruder had broken into his house so Larry reached under the bed and pulled out a golf club he kept for security reasons. He slowly made his way into his other room and turned on the gas light suddenly so that the intruders would be blinded initially. The room was bathed in a yellow glow once again and Larry came face to face with not one, but two intruders.
The first man was wearing old fashioned spectacles and a plaid coat and breeches with a watch fob that seemed ridiculously long attached to the coat. The second man looked perturbed at the intrusion and was sharply dressed, if this was 1955. Both men looked around the living room/kitchen with slight bemusement in their faces. The second intruder was the first one to speak.
“You, young man. Who are you and what is this place you’ve brought us to?”
“I never imagined this would happen. I was just reading a poem. This isn’t real!” Larry replied.
“I assure you this is real. Look at us. We are here at your amusement as if we had no other important matters to attend to. We cannot return to our own time unless you send us back.”
“But sir I don’t know how to send you back. I don’t even know who you are!”
“I’m Bob and this is Herbert. You called us here because you wanted to meet us. Now you’ve met us. I demand, sir, that you send us back!”
“Quite,” the one called Herbert said.
Larry stumbled backward into his easy chair as he realized who the men were and what he had done…
OOC: I have left this open for several reasons. Also here is a little background on this thread. 1. Any one can play Heinlein or Wells. 2. This story can go anywhere for the portal is now open and Heroes can be summoned by anyone. 3.Only the ones called back from time will know what is going on. 4. All recalled characters will speak English for ease of story telling. 5. This is open for improvement or suggestions. Now, go play!
The book was written in old English style and was a little difficult to read. It had ink drawn pictures and the title read “Studies of Time and the Relationships of Objects in Time.” The author had a very proper sounding name-Sir Drake Mandlebox and the cover was quite faded and moldy. Larry examined the book and decided to take the book home for a closer examination then put it out of his mind as he continued cataloging other tomes of knowledge.
Larry got home at his usual time and popped a frozen dinner in the microwave. He set the timer and phoned his ordinary girlfriend. He made a feeble excuse so as to not see her for the evening and hung up the phone as the microwave beeped readiness. He took out the frozen dinner and sat down at his dinette with the book from the store. Larry started to read as he took his first bites of his dinner.
Engrossing himself in the book, Larry barely noticed it getting darker in the room and absently reached over to switch on the old gas lights his house was equipped with. The light threw a yellow glow over everything in the room and that is when Larry noticed something about the book’s pages. There was text under the writing on each and every page. Only one page’s hidden text could be seen however and Larry began to read.
“Portals rich and portals poor
Open up the once slammed door
Bring forth to me on this summer’s night
Heroes of old, kings and men of might
Under my command do I bring here
Legends of ages that I hold dear
Let the walls of time come crumbling down
And bring to me heroes to circle around.”
Larry smirked at the simple poetry and put the book down as it was getting to be quite late and made his way to bed. He lay awake for several minutes thinking back to the hidden poem he had found. What if one could actually bring forth legends from the past? Who would Larry bring? Would he want to meet historical figures or kings or presidents? Maybe great thinkers or scholars. How about some of the greatest writers of all time? Yes, Larry would choose a writer. After all, his life was books. As soon as his mind settled on the idea of bringing back a great writer, the air in his house became thicker, almost viscous. He continued to play out his fantasy. Who would he most like to meet? Larry thought of two authors immediately. H.G. Wells and Robert A. Heinlein.
The quite of the night was shattered with a sudden clap of thunder that shook his wooden shelves with force. Larry sat upright in bed and was amazed at the quickness thunderstorms developed in the mountains. He lay his head back onto his pillow, only to hear a crash from the other room. His immediate thought was that an intruder had broken into his house so Larry reached under the bed and pulled out a golf club he kept for security reasons. He slowly made his way into his other room and turned on the gas light suddenly so that the intruders would be blinded initially. The room was bathed in a yellow glow once again and Larry came face to face with not one, but two intruders.
The first man was wearing old fashioned spectacles and a plaid coat and breeches with a watch fob that seemed ridiculously long attached to the coat. The second man looked perturbed at the intrusion and was sharply dressed, if this was 1955. Both men looked around the living room/kitchen with slight bemusement in their faces. The second intruder was the first one to speak.
“You, young man. Who are you and what is this place you’ve brought us to?”
“I never imagined this would happen. I was just reading a poem. This isn’t real!” Larry replied.
“I assure you this is real. Look at us. We are here at your amusement as if we had no other important matters to attend to. We cannot return to our own time unless you send us back.”
“But sir I don’t know how to send you back. I don’t even know who you are!”
“I’m Bob and this is Herbert. You called us here because you wanted to meet us. Now you’ve met us. I demand, sir, that you send us back!”
“Quite,” the one called Herbert said.
Larry stumbled backward into his easy chair as he realized who the men were and what he had done…
OOC: I have left this open for several reasons. Also here is a little background on this thread. 1. Any one can play Heinlein or Wells. 2. This story can go anywhere for the portal is now open and Heroes can be summoned by anyone. 3.Only the ones called back from time will know what is going on. 4. All recalled characters will speak English for ease of story telling. 5. This is open for improvement or suggestions. Now, go play!