((The following events occurred Saturday, June 6.))
It had not been a good past couple of days for the Keeper of Water. Really, it had not been a good past couple of weeks....but he was currently, primarily concerned with a powerful mage whose bad side he'd gotten on. There were many, many, many other concerns to be had....but he had to focus on one thing at the moment. His friends were in danger. He was in danger. He knew that Veighn was powerful. As for how powerful, and what kind of dreadful secret artes the mage knew....well, that was something he had yet to find out. He really hoped he wouldn't have to, or that anyone else would, but he had to be prepared if it came down to it.
The leader of the Edges of Life was in need of a....hardware upgrade. He had seen, last night, a sword given to Alain, which sparked such realization in him. His current sword, a katana made by Sylus Kurgen, was still good. Most definitely so. But he was going to need something better. And it was for that reason that Neo had departed early this morning, heading toward a forgotten city. A city that had been destroyed. The former home of the oracles....The ruined city of Prism. He had heard from one of the men who raised him, that perhaps a powerful arcane sword belonging to the city's ruler could be found there, a sword called Hyperion. Now would definitely be a good time to find out if he was right.
He departed alone, flying through the sky with his angelic powers. His trancent blue, softly glowing, softly glittering angel wings were visible. He couldn't really take anyone with him. He wouldn't be able to fly if he did, and he wouldn't have time to go by ground. It was a long flight. He flew for about an hour or so before arriving. He landed, eagerly taking a breather, retracting his wings. He was exhausted after making such a trip. But the trip was the easy part. Now that he was here, he had work to do.
Ocean blues stared at the ruins before him. Innumerable white stone buildings, destroyed, ruined. White stone roads, cracked up, most of them missing, dirt strewn over whatever was left. And in the center, a white stone palace. Many parts, chunks of it missing. He just stood, watching, in a moment of silence, or rather, many moments of silence. He didn't have many opportunities to pay his respects to those who had lived here.
He stood there for about five to ten minutes. He didn't really know, he'd lost track of time. But now it was time to get down to business. So he ventured on into the ruined city, toward the center where the palace was. Hands jammed in his pants pockets, walking somberly. He took his time, trying to get an eyeful of the place. Unfortunately, monsters had taken up residence in this long ruined city. He put his current sword to good use, easily defeating them as he progressed.
He soon arrived at the palace, looking it over a bit before going in. He had been to the city before, and to this ruined palace. Last time he was here, he went up towards the top of the palace. And he did not see anything like Hyperion there. So this time, he would go down. He didn't know the layout of this place at all, and he spent a few minutes looking for stairs that led downward. The city had been powered by magic, and needless to say, the lights were not working. However, it was still morning, and as chunks of the palace were gone, the sun illuminated his path as he searched. There were monsters here too, but he still didn't have any problem with them.
He eventually found a set of descending stairs and went down into the dark depths of the palace. The lights weren't working here either, of course. And now, he didn't have the sun to help him. He revealed his angel wings, and made his aura to glow and light the area around him. He also emitted light from his eyes, kind of like headlights, to illuminate the path before him. Snarls and growls could be heard, indicating the presence of more monsters who had taken residence in the palace's basement. They were different than the ones he'd faced earlier, and they were stronger, but he still defeated them with little trouble as he searched.
The first floor of the basement seemed to be for storage. He checked each room, finding various wares....eroded and ruined with time, too much so to be any use. The next floor down seemed to be bedrooms, possibly for soldiers living in the castle. He didn't spend much time here, and he realized he shouldn't have spent as much time as he did in the floor before. A priceless arcane sword wasn't going to be in such normal storage. And it wasn't going to be sitting in some soldier's drawer, either. So he made his way further down.
The next floor down seemed to be a dungeon of some sort, probably for criminals. He thought a dungeon to be a bottom floor kind of place, but he searched anyways for stairs leading further down. He noticed that the monsters down here were of a stronger variety still, but still not anything that he couldn't handle. He was guessing that this pattern would likely continue the further down he went. He did encounter something strange here, though. It had seemed one of the monsters from one of the above levels had wandered down here, and the locals didn't seem to like it. It was wounded and cornered by a group of stronger monsters. He defeated the antagonizing monsters, and used his First Aid arte to heal the wounded monster, then shooing it back up the stairs. He then continued hs search.
Fortunately, he did find some more stairs, and down he went. There seemed like there was supposed to be a door down at the bottom, but it was gone. Destroyed by the monsters" Probably. And his guess was right, these monsters were nastier and stronger. One actually managed to get him good, and he had to take a break in one of the rooms to cast First Aid on himself. He checked this room and some of the others, finding that this floor was more storage still....but for treasures. Now he was on to something. Hyperion would definitely be considered a treasure. And considering it was an ancient, powerful, arcane sword belonging to the city's ruler....it would probably be among the most important ones. He couldn't bring himself to take even a little bit of the palace's valuables. He didn't need them, and he didn't want to take them from this place that was pretty much sacred to him. So he skipped all the other rooms, heading for the deepest one, fighting through the monsters as he went.
Until he stumbled upon IT.
It was the head honcho of all the monsters who had inhabited the palace....a humongous spider-looking thing. Not humongous as in something that would make a girl scream and beg someone to kill it. Humongous as in as big as the hallways he'd been walking through. The hallway had opened up to a large space before the large double doors that the spider was standing in front of. Neo stared it down, his two eyes to the thing's eight. It couldn't go smoothly, could it" The mystical ring he currently held, the Ring of Klytus, replied telepathically. I hope you weren't expecting it to.
The spider hissed at him and charged forth on its back six legs, stabbing at him with its front two. Neo dodged swiftly, rolling underneath it, slashing at its legs as he went. He rolled onto his feet, quickly turning to face the spider....which was now trying to crap web at him. He charged up some energy and did the incantation as fast as he could. "O infernal emperor, rise from the depths of the earth! Eruption!" A pillar of fire shot up in front of him, just in time, to eviscerate the sticky thread. He dove to the side, rolling onto his feet, strafing around the spider, staring it down. "O divine spear—" He dodged more stabs from the spider's legs as he recited the incantation, and narrowly avoided some venomous spit that almost caught him off guard. "—run my enemies through!" He leapt backwards, away from the spider. "Holy Lance!" A crystal of light shot down from the ceiling, through the spider, then joined by four more shooting down at various angles. It was very effective, injuring it badly and rendering it unable to move for a bit. He took this opportunity to jump up to its head and deliver a flurry of slashes to finish it off. It collapsed on the ground in a heap, dead.
He then looked on to the double doors that were now accessible. They were old and seriously rusted, so it took a lot of his strength, but he managed to pull them open and walk in, into a considerably larger room. Ocean blues were drawn to a golden light, and they widened in awe.
It had not been a good past couple of days for the Keeper of Water. Really, it had not been a good past couple of weeks....but he was currently, primarily concerned with a powerful mage whose bad side he'd gotten on. There were many, many, many other concerns to be had....but he had to focus on one thing at the moment. His friends were in danger. He was in danger. He knew that Veighn was powerful. As for how powerful, and what kind of dreadful secret artes the mage knew....well, that was something he had yet to find out. He really hoped he wouldn't have to, or that anyone else would, but he had to be prepared if it came down to it.
The leader of the Edges of Life was in need of a....hardware upgrade. He had seen, last night, a sword given to Alain, which sparked such realization in him. His current sword, a katana made by Sylus Kurgen, was still good. Most definitely so. But he was going to need something better. And it was for that reason that Neo had departed early this morning, heading toward a forgotten city. A city that had been destroyed. The former home of the oracles....The ruined city of Prism. He had heard from one of the men who raised him, that perhaps a powerful arcane sword belonging to the city's ruler could be found there, a sword called Hyperion. Now would definitely be a good time to find out if he was right.
He departed alone, flying through the sky with his angelic powers. His trancent blue, softly glowing, softly glittering angel wings were visible. He couldn't really take anyone with him. He wouldn't be able to fly if he did, and he wouldn't have time to go by ground. It was a long flight. He flew for about an hour or so before arriving. He landed, eagerly taking a breather, retracting his wings. He was exhausted after making such a trip. But the trip was the easy part. Now that he was here, he had work to do.
Ocean blues stared at the ruins before him. Innumerable white stone buildings, destroyed, ruined. White stone roads, cracked up, most of them missing, dirt strewn over whatever was left. And in the center, a white stone palace. Many parts, chunks of it missing. He just stood, watching, in a moment of silence, or rather, many moments of silence. He didn't have many opportunities to pay his respects to those who had lived here.
He stood there for about five to ten minutes. He didn't really know, he'd lost track of time. But now it was time to get down to business. So he ventured on into the ruined city, toward the center where the palace was. Hands jammed in his pants pockets, walking somberly. He took his time, trying to get an eyeful of the place. Unfortunately, monsters had taken up residence in this long ruined city. He put his current sword to good use, easily defeating them as he progressed.
He soon arrived at the palace, looking it over a bit before going in. He had been to the city before, and to this ruined palace. Last time he was here, he went up towards the top of the palace. And he did not see anything like Hyperion there. So this time, he would go down. He didn't know the layout of this place at all, and he spent a few minutes looking for stairs that led downward. The city had been powered by magic, and needless to say, the lights were not working. However, it was still morning, and as chunks of the palace were gone, the sun illuminated his path as he searched. There were monsters here too, but he still didn't have any problem with them.
He eventually found a set of descending stairs and went down into the dark depths of the palace. The lights weren't working here either, of course. And now, he didn't have the sun to help him. He revealed his angel wings, and made his aura to glow and light the area around him. He also emitted light from his eyes, kind of like headlights, to illuminate the path before him. Snarls and growls could be heard, indicating the presence of more monsters who had taken residence in the palace's basement. They were different than the ones he'd faced earlier, and they were stronger, but he still defeated them with little trouble as he searched.
The first floor of the basement seemed to be for storage. He checked each room, finding various wares....eroded and ruined with time, too much so to be any use. The next floor down seemed to be bedrooms, possibly for soldiers living in the castle. He didn't spend much time here, and he realized he shouldn't have spent as much time as he did in the floor before. A priceless arcane sword wasn't going to be in such normal storage. And it wasn't going to be sitting in some soldier's drawer, either. So he made his way further down.
The next floor down seemed to be a dungeon of some sort, probably for criminals. He thought a dungeon to be a bottom floor kind of place, but he searched anyways for stairs leading further down. He noticed that the monsters down here were of a stronger variety still, but still not anything that he couldn't handle. He was guessing that this pattern would likely continue the further down he went. He did encounter something strange here, though. It had seemed one of the monsters from one of the above levels had wandered down here, and the locals didn't seem to like it. It was wounded and cornered by a group of stronger monsters. He defeated the antagonizing monsters, and used his First Aid arte to heal the wounded monster, then shooing it back up the stairs. He then continued hs search.
Fortunately, he did find some more stairs, and down he went. There seemed like there was supposed to be a door down at the bottom, but it was gone. Destroyed by the monsters" Probably. And his guess was right, these monsters were nastier and stronger. One actually managed to get him good, and he had to take a break in one of the rooms to cast First Aid on himself. He checked this room and some of the others, finding that this floor was more storage still....but for treasures. Now he was on to something. Hyperion would definitely be considered a treasure. And considering it was an ancient, powerful, arcane sword belonging to the city's ruler....it would probably be among the most important ones. He couldn't bring himself to take even a little bit of the palace's valuables. He didn't need them, and he didn't want to take them from this place that was pretty much sacred to him. So he skipped all the other rooms, heading for the deepest one, fighting through the monsters as he went.
Until he stumbled upon IT.
It was the head honcho of all the monsters who had inhabited the palace....a humongous spider-looking thing. Not humongous as in something that would make a girl scream and beg someone to kill it. Humongous as in as big as the hallways he'd been walking through. The hallway had opened up to a large space before the large double doors that the spider was standing in front of. Neo stared it down, his two eyes to the thing's eight. It couldn't go smoothly, could it" The mystical ring he currently held, the Ring of Klytus, replied telepathically. I hope you weren't expecting it to.
The spider hissed at him and charged forth on its back six legs, stabbing at him with its front two. Neo dodged swiftly, rolling underneath it, slashing at its legs as he went. He rolled onto his feet, quickly turning to face the spider....which was now trying to crap web at him. He charged up some energy and did the incantation as fast as he could. "O infernal emperor, rise from the depths of the earth! Eruption!" A pillar of fire shot up in front of him, just in time, to eviscerate the sticky thread. He dove to the side, rolling onto his feet, strafing around the spider, staring it down. "O divine spear—" He dodged more stabs from the spider's legs as he recited the incantation, and narrowly avoided some venomous spit that almost caught him off guard. "—run my enemies through!" He leapt backwards, away from the spider. "Holy Lance!" A crystal of light shot down from the ceiling, through the spider, then joined by four more shooting down at various angles. It was very effective, injuring it badly and rendering it unable to move for a bit. He took this opportunity to jump up to its head and deliver a flurry of slashes to finish it off. It collapsed on the ground in a heap, dead.
He then looked on to the double doors that were now accessible. They were old and seriously rusted, so it took a lot of his strength, but he managed to pull them open and walk in, into a considerably larger room. Ocean blues were drawn to a golden light, and they widened in awe.