The Fulbrook Find

This metal (copper?) formed dophin (brooch?) measures approximately one and a half inches across and about half an inch wide. This artefact probably weighs about an ounce. On the reverse side, five pointed star-shapes are cut out of the back of the copper, interspersed with a few small circular dots. On the front face are ninety-three diamonds(!!), making this piece worth about a fair-few grand(!!) It has an obsidian eye. Holy Mother of Mary of God, my Lord! What hath I in my possession?!

Straightening out from the smokey haze in the after movie ritual of sacred leaf, Maxy Waxy returned home to a cup of green tea, a slice of bread, and a bowl of rice; only to gaze upon in wonder at the sparkling sea of studded swirling stones of many precious worth. My God. What hath I stumbled across.

All my carefully nurtured hippy philosophy, Leftist Zen anti-materialist beliefs, all now thrown out of the window in one fowl swoop! This is my yacht in St. Tropez, or my beach-flat in Marseille, or a studio in Montpellier. Mon Dieux!

I should hand it in. I know it. My conscience weighs heavy.

It cannot be wasted as a mere prop in a Quantified Interactive Storytelling session (D&D). No sira! No.

This is my ticket to the sun. Time to find more gigs snail-side. Eat well. Get out of the place for a while. Take my study books and guitar, and head on down-south. Man! This is awesome news! First I need to find someone who knows about gem-stones and jewelry. No problems: only solutions. Then we need to find a mineral and jewelry exposition. Again, just a stones throw to the precious gemstone traders annual get together. Nice. I shouldn't care about the money. I don't care about the money. But their's only so much rice a man can eat. I am taking the wrong path. The artefact should be returned to its rightful owner. What to do? What to do? I considered giving it to Pangloss, but no. This one fell out of the sky and landed in some poor sods lap (moi) and shall forever rest in an auctioneers showroom snail-side in froggieland. Yessiree. This beautiful object is destined to be traded in for a small dwelling on a beach somewhere. A sunny workshop with a palm tree coconut garden, like straight out of the old bounty ad'. Man! Max is grabbing his beach towl. Their's time yet to catch the plane.

Maximus Richovernightsomehow Fleximus.