Author: Nettor (Page 2 of 4)

The Legacy of Malthus

Even though I thought I had surprised him with my knowledge regarding the tomes and the scrolls of the Main Temple and the Library, after long hours of interrogation the High Priest still retained a suspicious gaze that confused me.

“You extol the name of Malthus without the proper knowledge to do so, young Nettor. He was not only a great Verge, but also an astounding priest and a remarkable thinker. All the information vowed to be kept secret by his command had its seal broken the moment the Forge began operating. ”

As he spoke, I observed the prolific amount of books that surrounded us. Titles I’d never heard of. Disproportionate volumes bound by tanned leather and scrawls of runes and symbols that might date prior to the building of the Temple itself. I asked whether those were the treasures hidden in the Sanctuary underneath the Temple…

“Yes, but we can scarcely fathom their full extent. Little more than a couple of these scrolls have intelligible notes, and writings about this language are scarce. Not even my best scribes could figure out what lies within. Nothing but the only clear piece of information we have – They belong to the Verge.

We know not how far this new energy can strengthen you or how much it can provide, but if Malthus chose to conceal it, then let us pray you are not going down a path even he considered doomful back then. We now urge for more knowledge. Seek within these books and you may find the places from where your ancestor drew his wisdom. Perhaps tracing steps from his past will enlighten us more than simply moving forward with this new force you bear.”

Evolving Carlo

After showing Hertanyth’s letter to Albano he decided it was about time we paid visit to Spellenrune. He and I were followed by a small group of Verge and soldiers. We were escorted by two carrier ships, the three remaining heroes and carried more than half of our last remaining Starun.

The Elders knew we were coming. They had been waiting at the entrance of the Main Temple. Carlo knew he had acquired enough experience from the first battle, which unfortunately only he and Tusk had fought. The high priest led the way into the Shrine I had never heard of. We made way through endless corridors in the undergrounds of the temple. The structure of the place deeply resembled what we had seen back at Mithaurian. Upon our arrival at the entrance of the chamber I was handed a scroll by the high priest.

“For this first step into Carlo’s evolution, no more than a Crystal Rune shall be required. But beware the dangers of greed when it comes to evolution. Enter the shrine. Read the Scroll. Have a stronger hero. After you do, there are secrets I must reveal before you choose what to do next.”

Carlo stood at the center of the shrine as I deposited the Rune into the slot under the lectern. As I read the words the energy emanating from the Crystal enveloped him and after a deep breath he seemed to absorb it. He shone brighter. His aura was stronger, as were his knowledge and will.

“Cup of tea?” Asked the high priest as we left the shrine…

The Great Wall

A few days have passed since Hertanyth left and we are still filled with doubt as to what our next move should be. Engineers from Technokrest have been sent to the depleted dig in order to find clues on how to locate and extract new reserves of Starun.

Carlo, Donna and Neeno have started to show signs of weakening. Our rationing of resources has had an impact on them to.

While the Verge have spent so much time doing our research here, Technokrest has further developed their aircrafts which now help us guard the frontiers. Albano has gathered every productive citizen from all the three free kingdoms and a task force is on course to surround all free land with an immense protective wall supported by defensive and watchtowers every mile.

The Rule of Hertanyth and the Oath

The reported expression of reluctancy on Tusk’s face during Hertanyth’s betrayal comes to prove that whatever Tusk has done was against his will. When summoned and binded to their Verge, heroes can be controlled by them but their conscience is always there and only acts if in accordance with what is proposed. So now whenever a hero is summoned they must make an Oath. To never strike against a Merid or Verge who stands against “The End”, no matter what. And combat between heroes will only be allowed in the training arenas, dungeons and challenges created by Starun Energy. This shall be known as the Rule of Hertanyth.

We now must try to regroup and evaluate alternatives to carry our fight on without one of our most valuable heroes… unless…

The First Setback

Our available Starun was just about enough to perform three rituals later that night. And as we prepared for that, the shipment we had been long expecting had just arrived. The dig had been depleted. And it was the only one we had notice of that had been broken apart by natural disasters. So we would have to do our best with that last stock until we found another concentration of shards to start extracting.

The convoy was approaching the gates of Mithaurian when all of a sudden a deafening roar was heard. Tusk was charging towards the troops, which made all the guards confused. They thought there might have been some kind of ambush ahead so they just stood their ground waiting for him to join them. Such disappointment it was when he trampled down all the soldiers in a flash. From a short distance, Hertanyth had been spotted. As reinforcements prepared and left Mithaurian to engage Tusk, Hertanyth took command of the carriers and fled with the shipment. Tusk stood guard long enough for Hertanyth to fade in the distance and rushed away. The guards that had been assigned to stop him were petrified as he walked left and right waiting for the carriers to vanish.

They said Tusk’s gaze was one of sadness and disappointment, but he would not hesitate about crushing anyone who dared try and pass him by. Albano is devastated, as are we all. We must rethink how to use the remaining Starun, and also prepare our heroes to fight one of their own should it come to that. What could have made Hertanyth do such thing?

Legends from Spellenrune and Mithaurian

After the rumours of mythological heroes coming out of sacred paintings spread throughout Myridian, Albano’s guards have been significantly busy with peasants from all over the world. Whoever has a portrait hanging on the walls thinks a godlike creature is ready to pop out of it and decides to bring it over to us.

However, we have heard from the high temple of Spellenrune and they have sent a caravan carrying two portraits. The high priest says they had notice of more ancient portraits located in other temples, which, to our misfortune, have already fallen.

Engineers from Technokrest have found one as well. It was hidden in one of the many chambers around the Forge. We await for another shipment of Starun. It is still being extracted from the dig in the countryside of Mithaurian, despite my advice against it.

Tonight we shall try to invoke three more heroes, provided my strength and Starun are enough.

The First Battle & New Heroes arise!

The might of the legends is beyond belief. To think only two of them have defeated a couple hundred Yrians! They returned a few days later and brought along enough Starun for us to work on summoning two other firsts. Donna, The Amber Arrow and Neeno, The New Moon now walk among us.

I have never been this powerful, and yet I feel depleted. Each time we perform a ritual my joints and muscles burn and shiver. It consumes me. But I must carry on… So much to be done it’s even hard to find time and drop these lines for the sake of history!

And now I am arrantly worried about Hertanyth’s perspective of things… He has such taste for war and power… Gathering resources and strengthening Tusk is all he mumbles about. He appears to be fighting a war for himself only… He is out on the battlefield again… He could be here and see through Tusk’s eyes but he would much rather smell the blood of fallen Yrians

Hertanyth awakens the Second Hero

After learning what had taken place, there was no doubt we had to summon new heroes. Day in and day out, Albano’s guards would introduce us to newly awakened Verge. They were dozens now and the presence of more Starun around us helped them enhance their perception and start to manipulate the energy coming from the Flux. I was still not convinced extracting Starun was the wisest choice. If we were being able to withdraw it from the land, it meant the Seal in that area had been broken. What force could do such thing?

We figured the Rhino Hertanyth had told us about was certainly a First trying to make his way into our world. Given we had the Starun and the available Verge, a second ritual was to be performed. I had to lead the party since I was the only one who could and knew how to. But this time Hertanyth stood at the altar. His binding was very unlike mine. Whilst I felt nothing but peace during the process, Hertanyth was in deep pain. It was quite troublesome and we felt he was close to collapse when it finally happened. Tusk, The Righteous Shield was brought into Myridian. Even larger than Carlo, on one hand he wielded a war hammer which no Merid could dream of lifting. On the other hand, the Righteous Shield. Another magical piece which seemed nearly indestructible. Finely adorned with ancient runic symbols. The battle marks on it were nothing but scratches, and yet were certainly made by indeed forceful weapons. His cuirass shone bright silver and blue, much alike Carlo’s breastplate. Most of his muscular figure was covered by armor.

“I shall protect you all from the storms to come!”

As he was about to start telling us his story we were interrupted by an anguished guard who broke into the chambers. Wounded in battle, he was held by Albano, and before dropping unconscious to the ground he proffered words that caused great concern:

“King Albano, there are so many of them! We were crushed! The dig… from the ground… monsters!!!! So… many…”

“Ah, the first storm! Perfect timing dear friends!” Said Tusk – And thus he and Carlo marched to battle. “Glad to fight by your side once more, old friend!”, he completed.

Summoning the First Hero

It took us seven days at the forge and almost all the Starun Technokrestians were able to collect to assemble 21 Crystal Runes. The process is actually simple but it takes time. While we devoted all of ours to that task, the engineers from Technokrest created new machines to escort us back to Mithaurian. Their ability to adapt and create never ceases to marvel me. Not only were they able to turn two more harvesting ships into fully equipped battle aircrafts, they also managed to enhance their weapons and structures through Starun energy. It’s relatively new tech, they say, but a shard of Starun can replace most of the fuel required and increase weapon capacity by 100%. Besides, it generates less than 10% of the heat should you compare it to standard weapons. I stand divided whether weapon enhancement is either healthy or a priority at this time, but it sure fascinates Hertanyth. He has a passion for combat and weaponry which is unusual to a Verge.

Upon packing for our journey back, Danta’ar brought a container to us. It was made of a metal alloy nobody had ever seen. It reflected silver-bluish and was more sturdy than any other metal.

“Only now we could identify traces of Starun in this alloy. But we have no clue how to build this. We just started to learn how to use Starun energy, but making a stable alloy out of it is almost impossible. We are working on it but the results are not very promising so far. And we can’t reverse engineer it. But you can use this box to seal the Crystal Runes. It blocks the Starun radiation emissions, so those desert beasts can’t track you down. We think they follow this energy trace. After the forge was lit they have been spotted all around our outer walls. We are afraid they will attack soon.”

And so we left our new friends behind for a while and headed back to Mithaurian. It was indeed a safe and easy trip, and did not require any intervention from our winged companion. Danta’ar might have been right about what had driven the desert beasts towards us the first time. Approaching Mithaurian’s gates we were welcomed by Albano himself and his full high guard. It was the first time I had seen all of them in full combat armor. Grandiose and imponent, their breastplates shone bright as the suns hit them with piercing light. The aircrafts remained around the borders where they were meant to patrol day and night, as we ran to the crypt.

“Your calling to the new awakened back at Spellenrune worked better than you may think! After your leaving our guards spotted quite a few adventurous skinny folks like yourselves lost around our woods. They carried your leaflets and quivered in fear at every noise they heard. We collected them all and they were brought safe to Mithaurian. 46 of them they were. And they all await back at the castle.” said Albano.

Entering the room where they stood was shocking. Our exposure to extensive amounts of Starun had changed Hertanyth and I in ways we were still to understand. Our auras immediately expanded and connected with all those Verge, to the extent we could even point out one that had not yet been awaken and had been there just for the adventure. Once we arrived, though, he was hit by the truth and ready to join us.

It would take 21 of us. Hertanyth and I selected the ones that seemed to be stronger and the most in control of their newly acquired abilities. We entered the crypt. Albano shut the brass door and stood guard from the inside as his guards did it from the outside. Twenty of us stood in around the table, each in front of an aperture. They were each handed a Crystal Rune and I carried one myself to the altar. Not a word being said but in full synchronicity we loaded the apertures with the Crystal Runes. The lectern at the altar was illuminated with Starun energy and runic writings appeared in form of pure energy. It was different now. The symbols translated into words as I looked at them. That was the ritual I should perform. As i raised the Athame and pronounced words in a language I did not know, a strong beam of light came from the chamber of portraits. Albano headed there and to our surprise he brought Carlos’s portrait. It glowed so bright it was hard to see the picture. His hands trembled. Making an enormous effort he was able to hang it on the column where the stage ended. I carried the ritual on. Once I read the last symbol, a burst of energy blinded all of us. The loud noise of thunder impaired our hearing and every one but Albano was thrown to the ground by the pressure in the air. We slowly recollected our senses to find him there, standing at the stage. The Golden Blaze. His roar was deafening. “For Myridian!” It was.

“Greetings to all of you Verge! I am Carlo, The Golden Blaze. The first to be summoned and the last to be dispensed. If I was brought to this land yet again, then the world is at stake. I must first put you wise to what has truly led you to this path I now take part of.”

The Rune Forge

Danta’ar was very excited telling us about their recent discoveries. Technokrestians speak too much!

“Here is what we know so far… There is this mineral… Starun… It used to be a source of magic according to the tales we had heard. The odds of those tales being real were below 4% but since the first readings of a kind of energy we had no record of we figured it could only be Starun. And if Starun is real, then magic is real and the chance of the legends being true is now about 82%. So that huge weird machine our elders always told us not to mess with might after all have some use. But I must warn you we have tried and tried to make it work. We know every piece of gear in there and there is nothing missing or malfunctioning but it simply won’t start.”

“We might just know how to make it work.” Said Hertanyth.

We walked for nearly an hour down a narrow path which led us to a chamber made of metal structures that resembled a gigantic oven. It was so dark and cold that we thought it would take all the energy available in the country to light a spark. There was a main burner with encryptions at the top. That led to a series of pipes and gear, and at the other end there was a lid where the product of the forge could be drawn from. I was still not sure how that structure was powered though.

“You can play with it all you want, I’ll get some Starun and show you something fun!” Said Danta’ar, as he lit a series of bulbs that illuminated the room enough so we could see that the furnace was much bigger than we had previously thought. It was composed of a series of interconnected compartments. There were lids, tuyeres, retorts and burners of all sizes, and chimneys that went up beyond the ceiling. At a point though, there was a different structure, similar to the altar I had seen in Albano’s crypt. There was a lectern engraved with runic symbols and a small slot underneath it. And in front of it, the charging door to a primary combustion chamber six times the size of a lion.

As Danta’ar returned, he carried half a dozen shards of Starun just like the one Hertanyth had collected. He placed them inside the slot below the lectern and as soon as he closed the lid the Starun’s glow became more and more intense. Once the glow lit the runic symbols, Hertanyth and I were hit by an energy wave that expanded our senses even more. I immediately knew what had to be done.

“Now that’s new! I’d seen it shine but not beam at people! Are you hurt?” He asked. Without hesitation I drew Malthus’ Athame and traced over the runic symbols that lay ahead of me. As the dagger completed the drawing cycle, a spark of lightning was cast from the lectern to the ground and it drew a stream of energy all the way forward until it reached a small opening at the bottom of the combustion chamber and lit it with the strongest and most colorful flame I had ever seen. The stream of energy from the lectern to the furnace became steady and mildly warm, and it would go through skin and metal as if nothing could stop its flow. Nothing we could do would stop it and the lid to the stocked shards was jammed.

We had no idea how to stop it, but it was running. The first furnace. And thanks to the contact with the Starun ignition Hertanyth and I knew just how to operate it in order to forge the first Crystal Runes.

“Get all the Starun you can find and bring it to us! There’s much to be done! Myridian will rise again!” Hertanyth yelled as loud as he could.

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