SetoSorcerer-Music Box

Seto was often seen as complicated, strange, hard to figure out. He’ll speak in riddles, riddles nobody can figure out. He’ll talk at normal pace when talking whatever language, but words flew out of his mouth when he talked in Rune. Seto couldn’t write in letters, but he could write in Rune and using magic, shift the words into letters. Everything around him was complicated. To something as simple as his outfit to the structure of his house.

Seto’s house was a place where things appear and disappear randomly. He’ll stay silent, using gestures and movement. It was like a thing. You ask something, he’ll answer without words. If he does speak, it’s always going to be one word to one sentence. If he launched into explanation mode, when you manage to leave your head will be spinning. However, there was something that Seto liked that was simple, easy, and soothing. Music. No, not music that comes out of no where. Music. Music from the little music boxes he kept squirreled away in the back of the maze of bookshelves. 

There were many. Some old, some new, some activated when you open the lid, some activated when you turn the key. He loved each and every one of them. The ones with the visible gears turning, or the ones with a mini figurine at the top slowly spinning. Seto would take one, doesn’t matter which one, sit down at his desk, and play it. The soft, melodic tune will fill the room, seemly echoing everywhere, as if it wasn’t in that one place on his desk, but scattered everywhere in the library. How this was done, nobody knew.

Seto kept the boxes, kept some of them in top shape, some of them not so much. Sometimes, the more rusty, old music boxes could play the most beautiful sounds of all. Seto had a passion for music, and somehow knew which one played well when old, which one played well when new. He knew which one played which song, even if two of them sounded nearly identical. If you were to hum a tune, out of the hundreds there were, Seto would pick up the right one and play the music box.

No one really questioned his passion for music boxes. No one really knew about them. Even when Minecraftia fell, no one really found out. The secret was Seto’s, and only Seto’s. Legend says when you enter the sorcerer’s house, specifically the library, a soft melody, much like a music box, will began to play. Each time will be different. When you locate the large desk, the box will be there. If you take it, it’ll disappear once you look away. They say at certain times in the night you’ll see the faint glimmer of a spirit, dressed in purple, going down the isles and picking out books. A music box will be in the spirit’s hand, open and playing.

The tune will still play, even if the place is deserted.