Wednesday, November 12, 2014
The Black Hole Cloak
In the distant future, Abadel Trank, the halfling nega-sorcerer, found his power waning. Either the universe itself was running out of fuel for magic or someone (or something) was preventing him from reaching the heights that he’d dreamed of since wandering away, half-drunk, from his stepmother’s hobbit hole at the scandalously young age of 34. Trank set upon a project that would consume his last years (literally). Believing that by moving back in time, he would solve both problems, the nega-sorcerer began constructing a portal using a piece of magical fabric he’d stolen from Urma, the Weaver, a minor goddess of home and hearth. His incantations complete, Trank stepped through the
portal, only to find himself tangled up in the fabric and falling through space and time. No one determined what actually happened to Trank, but his housekeeper found the strange black cloak with its shifting pattern of starlight hanging from a peg in Trank’s workshop with a note attached:
It was quite a glorious night of fun. You were very naughty to steal from me, however. Enjoy your trip!
The Black Hole Cloak is a short cloak (regular sized for a halfling) composed of a silvery-black fabric that slides through the hands like water. Inspecting the fabric, one sees a pattern of shifting stars, as if the cloak itself were falling through space at a great speed. Upon occasion (1 in 20 each year), one may see the horrified face of a bald halfling man fly by.