An excerpt from the Spirit Fuel Symbol covered journal of Simon Bloom
I spent a lot of my 3000 years exploring the Realm of Athos but there are still surprises everywhere, like a hidden cave leading from the Mountain’s of Brimmir to the continent of Cisplatina. Sure it’s a long 14 day walk, but that gave me plenty of time to wonder about what I’ll do when we’re done with saving the world. Leading a ship probably isn’t for me anymore, but I’ve just got to see what the world has to offer from a new point of view. I’ll start with this Lance of Mortality. From what I can uncover about it the type of metal it is made up of is the portion that is actually lethal to Immortals. Something about it is “poisonous” to an Immortal body. It is covered from blade to hilt in the symbol of Spirit Fuel and that is where it gets it’s power from. It doesn’t even have a lot of Spirit Fuel in it, the symbols connect the lance to the greater force of Spirit Fuel instead of caging energy in. I started carving the same symbol all over my Architect’s Staff. I have been trying to power up this magical artifact with Spirit Fuel for some time but it appears I was going about it the wrong way. Anatolius followed suit.
It took 10 days of delicate carving before our weapons had the uniform pattern of Spirit Fuel. When we were done we could feel an obvious difference, it was as if a giant force had latched onto my staff. The Architect’s Staff has had a rich history even before I wielded it. I’m ashamed to have been the cause of it’s original destruction when the Rust Demon dismantled it; even though we had it reconstructed the blueprints designed into it were in ruin. Now at least I can put a new worthwhile message on here. A secret about the world will forever be a part of this staff, guiding its wielders to a hidden truth.
Still something bothers me; the Plainsbeing said the Lance would “punish” anyone who uses it on someone unworthy, someone that is not at the level of immortality as Nox or Athos. I hope it is the metal of the Lance that punishes the user and not the symbols, if so I may have just made my staff and Anatolius’ sword worthless…Oh well I’ll get my answer when we get in a fight!
Finally we exited the 14 day long cave and ventured onto the soil of Cisplatina and felt the sun for the first time since we ventured into the mountains of Brimmir. On the outside of the cave though there was a note, it said “Come to Shinari. Signed Rathaka.” The Deva who gave Araris to us only after he killed him. The creator of the Deva killing blade currently in Anatolius’ possession. Out of the frying pan and into the fire as the saying goes.
Compared to the inter-continental cave it took us no time to get to Shinari. The town wasn’t abandoned, but there was no one to around either. Everyone was hiding from Rathaka and the three ships that he had at port. I’m sure they could see our little force of over 100 demigods heading their way as well, which would send anyone running. You could smell the coming conflict in the air; no one wanted a fight but we stank all the same. That smell guided us to the docks, Rathaka standing in the open with a salesman’s smile. Behind him were the three ships we could see from the town and next to him stood the Rashaka Majinn. Last time we saw Majinn was a the Conclave trapped in the mirror Anatolius had been forced to imprison him in. Rathaka must have freed him before the Conclave was destroyed.
“HELLO, MY FRIENDS!” Rathaka started.
“What do you want, Rathaka? We all said in unison.
“No time for familiarities I see. I’ll get to it then. Give me the lance and I’ll give you these three ships to sail off this continent together.” His composure was shaken, and Majinn looked worse. Before Anatolius could only imprison him, but today we have a blade capable of killing a Deva or Rashaka.
“What would you do with it?” Asked Uruhua
Rathaka looked her in the eyes and only hers. Majinn wouldn’t look at any of us. All it would take was one glare at Anatolius and it would be over. Even the rest of the demigods could feel it, Anatolius was ready for a fight, he wouldn’t let Majinn get away and he was taking those ships for himself.
“I can become immortal with that lance. This world is in a dangerous state and I just want to ensure my own life, that’s all. What do you say?” Rathaka said. That conversation could have gone back and forth for a while, but we all knew how this was ending. We weren’t going to hand over the lance and we weren’t letting Majinn walk away again.
“I’ve heard enough, I’m going in Fireballs blazing. What about the rest of you?” Said Anatolius as the flames rose from the palm of his hands.
“Fireballs blazing!” I said and for the first time with my newly powered staff I prepared a spell.
I stopped paying attention to anything Rathaka said, he opened some portal and a beholder flew out. One final desperate trump card for a deva that was out of options. I barely noticed it. My staff worked perfectly, Anatolius’ sword worked perfectly, Uruhua’s lance hurt her pretty bad for attacking someone “unworthy” just as the Planesbeing said. Thankfully she never gave her original spear away and switched mid battle. The battle was over before we knew it, we were too powerful now and still getting stronger. Rathaka was the last one standing, all his defenses destroyed and all his trump cards used up. We couldn’t destroy him with our Deva killing blade like with Majinn because he created that blade, but we could still take his life and he would be reborn with all his memories lost. A consolation prize, not what we wanted, but Rathaka was never really an evil guy, just a selfish one.
With his defeat there was nothing left but for us to board our newly acquired ship and see the state of the world.