It's effects i'm still toying around with but I was thinking something along the lines of....
The Skeleton Key:
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Hello, and greetings. You need not tell me how you found me, or to knock three times every three minutes. You see I already know that you seek that which is only obtainable here in my shop. You dared the sewers of Richemulot and for those of the surface world that was no small feat reaching me, but you must be wondering if all you’ve gone through is worth the effort yes? Yes well come, come on in let’s not let the rats in. Heh, rats.
Take a look around; as you can see I am quiet the collector from baubles to tools. Take your time for I rarely get visitors down here, and sometimes it does get rather lonely. Perhaps you’d also like to stay for dinner….? No? Well if you’ve found me there must be something I have that you want, and from the looks of you, you’ll stop at nothing until you get it right? Now you’re probably thinking to yourself that you’ve brought with you a small fortune to pay for that what you seek but I don’t take any currency used above… we’ll discuss that later for now I think I see where your eyes are resting. That bone white key…. Yes it must be the item you’re searching for.
This key is a most peculiar key, and I’m not the first to have owned it and nor by the look in your eye, the last. Let me tell you a story about this particular key… then we’ll discuss payment.
The hunched man’s nose twitched side to side for a moment before he grinned with really sharp teeth…
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Mr. Richard Carpus one of the best thieves around. He stole for a variety of reasons but there was always one driving reason underneath it all. He lived for the thrill of working for something of great value. If someone had something they considered precious he just had to try and get it. His skills were well developed over a long period of time, and in that time he had managed to stay under the radar of both officials and most of the criminal underworld. This man was just as liable to steal a woman’s engagement bauble as he was to steal from a hidden safe that contained the families fortunes. Monetary value was secondary, and his intent was never malicious. He was born with a gift some would say…
Somewhere along the line he got wind of something he could just not pass up. Supposedly a family had bought a vault from a Dementlieu locksmith supposed to be uncrackable. Whatever they were hiding in there Mr. Carpus couldn’t help but covet. He devised a plan to get into the house unaware and take a shot at the safe. His first attempt failed…. His second… and his third. Soon it became an obsession he would crack this safe no matter what, and take whatever was in this vault. Getting into the manor was easily enough now, he had been around so long and at this job so long that he was actually a worker at the mansion.
It wasn’t long before he attracted the attention a young maiden who happened to be the solo heir to her father’s fortune. He was smitten at first sight with Ms. Rachel Lockehart. He told himself he fancied her because she might provide the essential clue for that safe or perhaps she’d show him how to open it one day. Not the ideal way he’d like to solve the issue but a probable solution he had used in the past. Truth was he was lying to himself, trying to convince himself his feelings for her was just because of what had begun as a job, and an obsession.
Richard ended up proposing to Ms. Lockehart, after trying hard to win the approval of her father by starting up his own locksmith business which made a moderate income. He found his skills at cracking safes, and getting around security helped him develop quite a few innovated locks or security measures. Having two keys was near unheard of at this time but he never came close to whoever built the safe of the Lockeharts. He inquired about the vault a few times before dropping the subject saying that if he could make locks like that one he’d be the richest man in the Core.
When Mr. Lockehart died, he expected his new wife to be curious about the vault and open it but she did the very opposite. She seemed disinterested and waived off her husband’s interests in it saying that the secret of the safe had died with her father and if they really needed money they could just break it open. A fact that Richard knew wasn’t true, he had tried that already…
Desperate now, he turned to the only place he had left to turn. He found someone with a power he didn’t fully understand, and he would never be able to explain. It is said that he found a Seer of sorts. Who for the right price could give you anything you desired. He met this person expecting to get swindled, and he only had to pay a large ransom to find this seer and after tracking him down he told the seer what he wanted.
Well the seer didn’t want any of the man’s gold no, he said what he required was more… personal. The seer said what he asked for was of great value so the cost of such a thing would have to be just as great. Richard however didn’t care at this point, he told the seer no matter what he requested he would get it for him. He HAD to have what was in that vault.
The seer understood that he would not dissuade this man of his chosen path and told him what he would need to make the item. He would need his left hand. It was his dominate hand, and the request took him back… why did this seer need his left hand? But the seer wasn’t forthcoming with an answer and left the man to decide letting him know he would never get the vault open without this payment.
Richard railed for a good day or so at the man’s gall…. He would have him cut off his own hand probably just to spite him. When he returned home however and into the room with the vault he eyed a blade in his hand he didn’t remember grabbing. That vault… if the seer was lying… he didn’t know what he would do to the seer.
It wasn’t long before a bag with a severed hand dropped onto the seer’s table. It was said there was never a thief more willing to give up his hand…. The Irony is beautiful isn’t it? The Seer went away for a time, after a month went by Richard was sure he had been swindled by a cruel joke and he became depressed. That soon turned to anger, as he was going to find that seer and kill him. Just as he was planning on one day finally acting upon his impulse the seer sent a letter to come see him again. He went… with a hidden dagger in tow.
To his surprise the seer was happy and pulled forth a single bone white key. He claimed it could open any lock, no matter how complex be it held by magic, or mundane. Again Richard struggled against his logical side telling him he was being lead on but he swallowed his pride once more. If there was just the slightest chance it would open he had to take it.
Taking the key back to his home he hardly noticed anyone as he walked towards the room looking down at the key in his hand. It had his initials written on the bone, and somehow he knew this bone had been made from his hand. It sickened him, and twisted his insides to know that he was holding a piece of himself in his own palm. That it had been made into a… key. Even he could see the irony. His hand had been the key to so many things in his life and now it was an actual key.
His curiosity got the better of him as he tried the key on all his locks. He had scattered about the place… it opened every single lock. EVERY SINGLE LOCK! He looked up to the vault and walked over hands shaking he was about to find out what he had spent years trying to get into. Finally! He could hardly contain himself. The key slide in perfectly and with a turn the clicking noise started up until at least it came to a halt. He slowly opened the door and to his horror he saw something he never expected.
His brain took a moment to process just what he was seeing. He saw pictures of both his wife and father just below two pedestals. He approached still coming to the realization of what this was. He looked at his father-in-law’s pedestal seeing that whatever had been there was now gone…. Slowly he looked over to his wife’s picture that looked faded. She looked… the same… but from the age of the picture that shouldn’t be possible….
He reached for the object on his wife’s pedestal and it was soft and moist to the touch. It pulsated rhythmically… it was… her heart! He turned towards the vault door as the vault closed a perfect feminine hand disappearing right before it closed and he was plunged into darkness.
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Mrs. Corpus stood on the outside of the vault knowing she would finally have someone to spend eternity with. All she had to do was wait until he died within the vault and then cut his heart and place a photo of him to replace her fathers and she would be forever happy. It was a pity she’d have to kill him like this rather and an easier way but it had to be done. She waited for a good time listening to screams, wails and crying all the while gently caressing the vault that held her loved one. She didn’t want to put him through this but… there was no other choice now….
Suddenly she felt a pain in her chest….
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Richard was past all emotion now; he had figured everything out that he could. He had spent years of his life, probably the last years of his life trying to obtain the one thing he couldn’t steal. He already had his wife’s heart. He laughed now realizing he was trying to steal what he already had. His mood turned darker now, as he felt the pulse in his hand. It was one of the only sensations he had experienced for hours on end. He figured it was kind of like what a baby might feel like in a womb. Dark… and a constant ebbing….
Well there was no signs of the door opening up no matter what he had pleaded to his wife, it turned out she was some kind of heartless monster… literally. He would die in here, a one handed thief locked up in what might as well have been a prison. He was finally caught.
There was a sudden realization and he perked his head up in the darkness. He stood up facing what he hoped was the door with his hand outstretched. Took a deep breath…. There was one last thing for him to steal…. And squeezed.
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Quiet the story yes? No idea if it’s true but I can tell you for sure this key will open up any lock you might think of opening. Maybe steal from a few noble houses, or unlock a few hidden tombs? Trust me, I don’t lie to my only potential customers…
The man looks behind himself for a moment seemingly following your gaze.
I see you’ve taken a notice of that vault I have. Key’s aren’t the only things I sell. Never been able to get it open however, but then again I have no need to. I happen to be content with unexplained mysteries…. Now about that payment….
Says the man beginning to grin.