Guy Clansbreath's Story

Guys sighed as the lady strolled in and began a conversation with them. What he really wanted was to get out of here and maybe work at his old trade, make a descent dollar then go and get some dinner. He had seen enough drama today.

She looked at Mulier. "Ah, so you're a vampire, are you? And a pureblood at that, how very interesting!" she said excitedly. Then she stopped herself. "Sorry, im getting ahead of myself. Im a necromancer, you see, and weve always found vampires as a subject of fascination. Youre darn pretty too, if you dont mind me saying, the professor took to you like a fly to flypaper." Yeah, I wish he'd do that with me, she wanted to add, but she didn't. Instead she changed the subject.

"Oh don't mind me, just the man who... Somewhat... Leads all the Northern Raiders of this glorious world." Guy said, he didn't like being excluded. Especially when someone was speaking of someone of importance around him. He was always somewhat vain. But he never really let it get to him. But now seeing as he was on the "bad" side, he might as well.

Guy had to adjust his armour again. This time though it wouldn't budge. But when he yelled in his mind; 'MOVE!' it did. "Odd." He thought aloud.

"So, how do you like Freedom inc.? Quite snazzy, isnt it? Very chrome, too. Not that youve seen much of it. In fact, youre probably bound to have questions! Ill be happy to answer some of them, but not all of them, mind, as some things are classified."

"Oh it's beautiful... I somehow expected less, um how shall I put this? DRAGONS!" Guy yelled, he really had no idea what he was getting into when he chose this, he just wanted to live, maybe dying would have been better. "The only question I have is where are the merchants around here?" Guy asked longing to make some gold, money always soothed him.

Janice made a sharp "Ribbit" noise and her skin went a darker hue of green than usual, but she kept her smile. "Sorry, Mr...... Clansbreath, was it? I did notice you but i didn't realise you had such an illustrous career. Not trying to sound funny or anything, but you'd better get used to dragons. It IS a dragon that owns this company, after all, and the survival of the draconian species is one of our minor projects. Dragons can sometimes be likeable, if you have a few drinks with the professor, for example, you'll find him to be a right ol' laugh. He's much more likeable than the dragon you came in with, from what i've seen." She chuckled grimly, rubbing her head where Bahamut had hit her. "As for Merchants, well, look around. We're one big company, profiteering and investing, but we operate like a family, everyone is catered for. Bear in mind you ARE in the middle of nowhere, and unless you want to invoke the ire of that Bahamut fellow you work for AND have to walk miles to reach Pruwas or Lightwake then i suggest you have a word with the professor. He can be quite the businesssnake, though he doesn't deal in petty trinkets and stuff like that. Oh no, he deals in something much more valuable. Honestly, if you get the time and he isn't with Bahamut, id have a word. Bear in mind that he's one of the greatest telepaths in all of Daughtris, if not THE best, so if you plan to swindle him then id give up now, not that id suggest that you're into scams like that, of course. However, his prices are very fair, in fact, sometimes money isn't involved at all!"

Then she noticed Guy's armour, and stopped talking. She muttered a single, untelligable word with a mixture of shock, awe and interest upon her face. "Sha'ilival."

Guy laughed as she finished her little lecture. "thanks. And let me guess... Slave trading?" Guy asked, he had never been into slave trading, only things like weapons, potions, and armor. Guy couldn't trade away someone's life to someone he knew was going to treat them terribly. Sure only money truly spoke to him, but he wasn't cruel.

When she noticed her looking at his armor he looked at it too. She then exclaimed and he jumped a little, his hand went to his ax on his waste but seeing she was just exclaiming in a sort of awe or shock he settled a little. "Try to only speak this tongue around me I....Dislike. Magic." Guy said. He sighed a little. "I see you noticed my armor though. Would you happen to know what's going," He was cut off by his armor jabbing into him, he quickly re-adjusted it. "ON?" He shouted as the armor seemed to burn him for a second. STOP! he shouted in his mind, as soon as the words echoed in his own mind teh armor stopped, and seemed to whimper like a whipped dog. "Please." Guy pleaded with Janice.

Janice smiled "No, its not slave trading. We value the fair treatment of others, and Kelovius dislikes seeing anyone in unnecessary pain due physical labour, as it is unnecessary when you have machinery to do the job.Good guess though. No, you wouldn't believe me if i told you, but perhaps you would if HE did. He isnt a 'bad guy', as it were, he can be quite a, how can i put this, dick at times, but hes not THAT much of a sadist. Hes a very meagre sadist, is all I'm saying. As for your amour, well..... i dont know that much to be honest, and I'm a bipedal and highly intellectual amphibian from the dawn of time, so that tells you a lot. The word i used, Sha'ilival, is from the tongue of my people, the Ubarri, and it means "creeping shadow". We used this term when referring to our most ancient enemies, the Blackpyre, in the days of yore, and we still do, for like most things in this land they have been preserved by Kelovius' will, though their continued survival is not really his intention, and they still lead petty raids against us from time to time. The aura your armour exudes is practically identical to the aura i remember feeling when getting up close to the Blackpyre. Do you feel it, Mulier?" She asked the vampire. "A sickly heat, makes you want to blanch? A force so powerful that when exposed long enough to it, you begin to feel empty and unfeeling. Those are the remnants of the Blackpyre's dark dealings. They worship some crude god, a vast, ever gnawing shadow that sleeps beneath the earth's flesh, the only patch of darkness in existence that is not of Kuro or Venash's making. Tell me, Mr Clansbreath, may i call you Guy, by the way? Tell me, Guy, where did you acquire this armour? I remember the Blackpyre whispering about a special metal theyd found that gained sentience when filled with the stuff of shadows. They talked of making a giant, metal scion of their god, more terrible than any golem, but Kelovius stopped them unearthing any more by sealing the mines with fate magic, but whos to say that some intrepid miner, probably a dwarf, from the other side of the world didnt nab some, forge it into armour and sell it off? If you want answers, then youll need to brave the depths of the Blackpyre's lair and seek audience with Thaqotul, their depraved shaman. Provided they dont eat you, mind, or drive you insane with their miasmic breath. Ill come with you if you like, i can show you the best way to get there, then, as every cave or burrow leads to their den, but some routes are better than others. Im sure Miss Tentationis would like to come too, the chance of an adventure very oft beguiles even the best of us, after all. Isn't that right, Miss Tentationis?"

Guy once again listen to her. As soon as she began to talk of Blackpyre, it all came back to him. The gem, The dark, deep purple, sinister gem that he had pulled from the corrupted beasts heart. The evil spirit voice that had called to him, beckoned for him to go to it, and he did.

The gem. THE GEM! The voice now screamed at him! It tore at his very being, ripping at every fiber. He felt the gem in his pouch begin to get hot, Like his armor earlier had. It wasn't the same though, the gem went into him, It melded with him. It sank into his mind, like that of a master mind reader. It consumed him, and then for some reason let him go.

He felt more free than he ever had, like he had been living in a haze his entire life. He felt the gem speak to him. But not in words. In images and memories of past hosts. Then it went to it's first, but it's first host wasn't anything. It was a shadow. that shadow now resided in the gem. A demon.

Guy looked up. It was if he had fallen asleep. It was a dream...? But not so sure he looked at his armor, a black shadow seemed to dance on it. And then, the shadow swirled and concentrated in one spot, forming the gem. He felt in his pouch for the gem, finding nothing.

"Let's leave as soon as possible." Guy said. He had just seen his life change, He had to rid himself of this demon. He wouldn't be ruled by this evil creature. It still somewhat probed at his mind, it still hurt, but not enough to stop him. ENOUGH! Guy echoed in his thoughts, He was sure every mind reader for miles would hear it. But it silenced the Demon.

Mulier would've stayed engaged in the conversation when it started, but her phone had begun ringing. Stepping away to talk care of the call, she handled the communication device carefully. Every now and then a few words would slip from her lips, but otherwise, she stayed focused. Her cheery, carefree and somewhat licentious demeanor from before had become cold intensity and sheer seriousness. Ostwyn was being attacked on two fronts, and the Avory princess's group were still in Clearwood. Mulier shifted, biting her lower lip before switching the channel for communications. "5th and 8th companies, report!" She said almost in a shout, stepping away from Janice and Guy while they talked.

Two voices piped up. "5th company, here ma'am!" "8th company reporting, whaddaya need milady?"

The Temptress Vampire tilted her head a bit before speaking into communicator. "Execute 'Undermine' order, Avory plan. I repeat, execute 'Undermine' order." The two voices gave a confirmation before ending the link. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her nerves and moved back over to the duo. "Sorry about that...Important business call."

Janice sighed at the vampire. "We were just talking about how Guy's armour seems to have some shadowy sentience. The only way he can get help is by asking the shaman of the Blackpyre for advice; malign, degenerate dragonkin who worship shadows and are living below the swamp. We need to traverse their lair, and we may die. Would you like to join us on this little adventure, Miss Tentationis?"

(OOC: Sorry for the wait, shadow phoenix, not to mention the small post size. Sevre writers block, y'see.)

Mulier grinned at the mention of the dragonkin of Blackpyre, tilting her head and nodding once. "But of course! Though, it may be best you let me do the talking. My family has done business with those fellows before, they wouldn't dare harm me or anyone in an entourage with me." One hand on her hip, she snapped her fingers, the two bodyguard purebreed vampires coming to the Temptress Vampire's sides from different places. It seemed they had wandered away on their own for a while. "But, it's been hundreds of years. Maybe one of the elders would recognize my family name. But, either way, I'd love to go and help Guy with his little armor predicament.~"

Mulier grinned at the mention of the dragonkin of Blackpyre, tilting her head and nodding once. "But of course! Though, it may be best you let me do the talking. My family has done business with those fellows before, they wouldn't dare harm me or anyone in an entourage with me." One hand on her hip, she snapped her fingers, the two bodyguard purebreed vampires coming to the Temptress Vampire's sides from different places. It seemed they had wandered away on their own for a while. "But, it's been hundreds of years. Maybe one of the elders would recognize my family name. But, either way, I'd love to go and help Guy with his little armor predicament.~"

Guy smirked. "Well that's kind of sad... I was looking forward to a good fight." Guy said. The voice in Guys head had changed him, oddly it seemed to want him to draw blood. Guy couldn't quite put his finger on it.... if only he hadn't gone for that walk in the forest. Now his mind hadn't just changed, but his entire look had changed too. Guy really didn't like change.

Guy was still dumbfounded though. "Dragonkin?" Guy asked just out of pure curiosity, he didn't even mean to ask. He had never heard them mentioned before. An old memory rushed to him though. When he was young, there was a vial race of half dragon half human kind of creatures. They invaded their island, killing everyone they could. Guy was lucky to be away with his father on a raid. When they came back, many of their people were dead. Guys father and his men eradicated the vial creatures driving them off the island.

Guy scratched the back of his head. "Oh... Them... I may or may not be linked to the extermination of them." Guy said a little worried for himself. there were old myths of the hybrid dragon men within his tribes, they were known as vial creatures. Guys tribe killed them on sight. And vice versa.

"Wha.....you're both involved with them? But....." Janice began, but she was cut off as shadows suddenly began to erupt across the walls and floor. Alarms began to sound, but by then it was too late.

"Oh dear. They must've read our thoughts. They've found us before we found them. Funny, that." Janice remarked. She looked around. Where the FUCK was Kelovius and his overgrown toyboy?

Dark shapes detached themselves from the walls, forming into three black snake - like creatures. They were not dragon/human hybrids, but they certainly were kin to dragons. One of the dragon's most feared cousins in fact - Wryms!

The largest of the three began to speak, looking directly at Guy. "We read your thoughts, little one. You fought against the hybrids who will soon come to kill us all and drove them from your island. We know this, and so does the armour. It CHOSE you, and it has made things quite clear."

Then the creatures bowed their heads
"You, man of north, are the one our shaman prophecized about. You are both the saviour and the destroyer of daughtris. You are the reincarnation of the god of the Blackpyre wyrms!"

Guy drew his axe out of habit, but the armor sent a signal to his mind telling him it would be all right. Guy let his axe fall back into it's holster.

The largest of the three began to speak, looking directly at Guy. "We read your thoughts, little one. You fought against the hybrids who will soon come to kill us all and drove them from your island. We know this, and so does the armour. It CHOSE you, and it has made things quite clear."

Then the creatures bowed their heads
"You, man of north, are the one our shaman prophesied about. You are both the saviour and the destroyer of daughtris. You are the reincarnation of the god of the Blackpyre wyrms!"

Guy was dumbfounded. "I'm a God," guy flung his arms wide. "of what!?" guy yelled. he had never been a leader of anything, not even his own tribe that he had inherited. How was he to be a god. "I can't even control this damned armor!" guy yelled. "How am I supposed to be a god?"

Guy hated this. he couldn't stand the waiting. "If the Drakains are coming let them. I've been deprived of the pleasure of killing them. they killed many of my friends." Guy drew his axe again and stretched his swinging arm as he reached back to unsling his shield from his back, but it wasn't there. Instead a black goop seeped onto his arm and formed into an obsidian shield, it had a lions head in the middle of it, a lion not roaring, but.... Counting money.

Guy looked at Wyrm. "Why did it chose me," guy asked. "who am I?" He was getting impatient.

The main wyrm smiled. "So many questions. So little time. We alone cannot explain the destiny that lies ahead, but perhaps our shaman, Thaqotul, can. We shall take you there, Northman, along with your companions. After all, I'm sure Thaqotul will be pleased to meet one from the line of Azogarr Tentationis, after all these years." the creature droned softly, twisting his serpentinian head to Mulier with an unpleasant grin. Then he turned to his attendants and nodded. They began to chant, speaking ancient, untelligable words that fell out of writing in ages past due to their blasphemous nature. Suddenly, at their infernal command, shadows oozed forth from the walls and floor once more, and began to wrap around Janice, Mulier, Guy and the three Wryms, before dragging them down below the floor.

They reemerged in a great, slimy, underground cavern, the vast base of operations of the blackpyre. Janice felt sick at the sight of multiple piles of Wyrm excrement and rotting carcasses hugging the slimy walls. The whole place was shrouded in darkness, and from the shadows multiple pairs of piercing red eyes and the occasional flicker of a forked tongue could be made out. Suddenly, the cavern began to rumble and shake as a great scaled horror loomed out of the darkness. A great Wrym was he, his black, slime slicked scales were worn and tarnished and gave the impression that he was old beyond counting. His eyes did not glow with the same unnatural red light like his other kin, and, as he leaned closer out of the dark gloom, it was soon clear why. They had been gouged out, his eyelids having been sewn shut with profane surgery.

"Greetings, northman." spoke the beast, in a voice as soft as velvet, which radiated a sinister sense of authority as each word dripped from his lips. "I am Thaqotul, shaman of the Blackpyre. I felt your presence here in Ubarri and sent the scholar Karuune to collect you." he said as he motioned to the wrym who had brought the three here. He then turned back to Guy and narrowed his eyes, and the dark gem the merchant had been carrying levitated towards him, before coming to a halt in mid air. "I believe you have concerns about this artifact, seeing how it is linked directly to your impending destiny, and so i ask you this in kind. What do YOU think it is? What do YOU think lies within it?"

"Greetings, northman." spoke the beast, in a voice as soft as velvet, which radiated a sinister sense of authority as each word dripped from his lips. "I am Thaqotul, shaman of the Blackpyre. I felt your presence here in Ubarri and sent the scholar Karuune to collect you." he said as he motioned to the wrym who had brought the three here. He then turned back to Guy and narrowed his eyes, and the dark gem the merchant had been carrying levitated towards him, before coming to a halt in mid air. "I believe you have concerns about this artifact, seeing how it is linked directly to your impending destiny, and so i ask you this in kind. What do YOU think it is? What do YOU think lies within it?"

"Greeting wise one." Guy said with a slight bow. He knew that these wyrms thought him to be a god, but the could still kill him with one whip of their great tails. Guy was quite humbled by them. He looked at them and decided to speak, "I have seen a shadow in this gem. He seeks to help me it seems, but I fear it seeks to control me." He concluded. Guy was afraid. First it was the corrupt monkey, then the shadow god, then Bahamut, then Kelvious, now this. Guy had been through a lot in the past few days. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew deciding to be a raider.

Guy looked at the wyrms again. "Why am I here? What do you want?" Guy questioned.

Thaqotul smiled. "Northman, it is not just any old shadow that lives within the gem. Within the gem lies the mind of M'tun the devourer, our god. Your armor, on the other hand, is made from the metal from a corrupted ore deposit that we found to contain M'tun's soul, so thus, your armour contains it too. The soul cannot fully function without a mind to guide it, so the armor led the creature that carried the gem to you so that you could slay it. You see, at the beginning of the world, M'tun was a feared being who subjugated the first of dragonkind, and even the gods had trouble dealing with him. We, the Blackpyre, were his followers, and were the first Wyrms, as his infernal power caused us to lose our limbs and wings. However, one amongst us betrayed our god, and allied himself with a force from beyond daughtris that corrupted anything it touched, turning them into mindless beasts of a bluish - grey hue. However, it could not fully corrupt the traitorous Blackpyre, and instead he gained control of it! He became the Echanni, a powerful being that commanded legions of corrupted beasts and thralls with only one desire, to feed. The Echanni led his host against his former God, and managed to corrupt M'tun himself, turning him into yet another thrall and using him as a living conduit to spread his corrupting power further and claim more souls. At the sight of the downfall of our God, I was dismayed, and led mmy poeople underground. Eventually, the Gods defeated The Echanni and put him to death, before sealing what was left of his legions in eggs and cocoons deep underground, uncluding what was left of M'tun. We did not know what to do, as we hid under Ubarri, but our thoughts were distracted when a new race of Wyrms found us. These were taller and resembled the Echanni, we suspect that they were the aftermath of his corruption. Their minds had not left them, however, in fact, they were seemingly superior to most of ours. They took control of us with mind magicks and became a ruling elite, naming themselves the Goldcrest. The years under their control were terrible, but hope still remained. Whilst labouring in the tunnels, i discovered a gem that restored my will to me. When it was restored, i used my mind to connect with the shadowy presence within it and discovered that it contained the mind of M'tun himself! A part of our God had survived! However, i kept the gem and the extent of my free will a secret, playing the fool to the Goldcrest, knowing full well that they'd murder us all and destroy the gem if they found out. I didnt have to keep up the act long, as soon our 'masters' and ourselves went to war against the necromancers of the Ubarri, and during the battle I dropped the gem and it rolled away, and was carried off by wild animals. I was dismayed, but later the Blackpyre had a cause for celebration, as the Goldcrest were eventually wiped out and their hold on us vanished. We fled to our ancient lair once more so that the Ubarri could not find us, going deeper into the tunnels until we discovered the ore deposit I was talking about earlier. We sought to build a mechanical recreation of M'tun, but our plans were interrupted by th Ubarri and their new master, the last of the Goldcrest! You know him as your friend, Kelovius, and he used magic the likes of which we had never seen, manipulating the threads of fate itself to make sure the entrance to our new tunnel never existed in the first place! However, as your friend Janice said, it is entirely possible that miners from the other side of Daughtris spirited the metal away and fashioned it into armour. As for Kelovius, well, we are wary of him, as we just..........know the Goldcrest are connected to the Echanni somehow, and plus the fact that both him and your other friend, the......, you know.... hot tempered dragon, thinks he's a god.......oh what's his name!? Ah, yes, Bahamut, that's it! Yes, Kelovius and Bahamut are both mentioned in a prophecy that fortells the coming of a new Echanni. Whether they will end up trying to prevent his coming or hasten it is not known. For now they could be powerful allies. What we do know, though, is that a new Echanni IS coming, as more and more reports of corrupted dragon hybrids, the result of the Echanii's power coming into contact with humans, rising up from the ground and attacking are becoming more and more frequent. When he does return, he will seek to awaken the 'old' M'tun to spread his corruption globally, and then we shall all be doomed. However, it seems we have a 'new' M'tun to neutralize the waning powers of the 'old', you. If you become what you are destined to be, only you are the one that can defeat your former incarnation. However, as you can tell, the armor and the gem are not fully alligned to a human form, which is why the armor keeps shifting uncontrollably. Soon it will crush you to death, and the only way to prevent that is to allign the gem to you so that its power can keep the armor in check. However, the allignment process might be quite......unsettling, but it is the only way to save you and the rest of Daughtris. Are you ready to embrace your destiny?"

Guy shuddered as Thaqotul spoke. Guy looked at himself with a new awe. "Can you teach me how to do that?" Guy asked. He guessed the answer would be no. It always was, but then again Guy was their god. They had to listen to them, if they could. Guy didn't wish to be terribly cruel. But he would get his way, he was a merchant, he was manipulative.

Guy felt them gem longing to take control of hims and he felt the armor get tighter. Guy didn't try to resist this time he let the armor move how it wished, it didn't just slightly move now that Guy allowed it to move. It fully morphed. Guy felt it get tighter, he still allowed it. When Guy said in his head "Come to me M'tun. Become one with me." Guy felt the gem slightly take over as it became one with him. He felt the gem burn into his skin. It felt like a hot iron siring into his skin.

Guy fell to hi knees as the hot gem went through his chest burning his lungs, he coughed out smoke. He could feel it burning his lungs. Guy felt it travel to his neck slowly, like red hot sand travelling up through his body. In his mind M'tun fought for more control but Guy easily pushed back, until M'tun forced his way into Guys mind. Guy felt him take more control as the gem went into his head.

"I AM THE NEW GOD, NOT YOU!" Guy yelled both out loud and in his mind. M'tun withdrew as the gem went into guy's head.

Guy passed out as his body glowed a menacing shadowy black. Then there was an explosion of light.



as the dust settle, Guy lay there on the ground, in his new form.

Janice gasped at Guy's new form.

"Guy, are you alright?" She queried, helping him up.

"M'tun has returned!" Thaqotul boomed "Rejoice my bretheren, rejoice!"

And the lair was filled with reptillian cries of "rejoice" from the other Blackpyre.

"Lord M'tun." Thaqotul spoke. "The mind and the soul of your previous incarnation have been alligned to you. However, you are still not at full power. The last of your power lies within M'tun's body, which, as we told you, is sealed beneath the earth. When the Echanii returns, you must do battle with the old M'tun and defeat him before he can spread his master's power further. Alas, you are still not powerful enough to defeat him, for he is riddled with the Echanii's power, which has formed an almost inpenetrable shield for him. There is, however, one artifact that can pierce through the Echanii's power and thus weaken the old M'tun. It is called the Prism of Palovala. You see, in the early days of man, when the Echanii's army was still at large, there was an artist named Palovala whose artwork was so pure and beautiful that it attracted the attention of the godess Hikari. They began to talk and became close friends, but soon they fell in love. However, soon they realised it would never work out, what with the war with the Echanii and Hikari's duty as a goddess, and Palovala's mortal lifespan, so they both formally ended it. Brave Palovala still loved Hikari though, and she loved him still, so he decided to do one last thing for his beloved. He infected himself with the Echanii's power, but used his will, determination and his love for Hikari to keep the curse at bay. He studied its effects, and crafted a prism, that, when the purest of all lights was shone through it, would pierce through the Echanii's power. When he was finished, the curse had almost consumed him, so he hastily called upon his beloved, and bade her to take the prism. It was at that moment that the curse took over poor Palovala, and so Hikari was forced to kill him. Angry at the Echanii, she used the power of the prism to defeat him. Since the Echanii's death, the prism's exact location has remained a mystery, and only Hikari herself knows of its whereabouts. Furthermore, the prism would be useless without that pure light I was telling you about, and to make that, well......you need the gods. Only when the powers of all the gods are focused all at once on the prism will a beam then form and shatter the old M'tun's defences. You must rally all the gods to your cause if you hope to save Daughtris."

"There's a group of heroes searching for the gods too." Janice piped up. "I saw it on the news......Hey, Wait a minute! Are you.......proposing.......an alliance!?"

"I am." Thaqotul replied calmly.

"Well that's......that's.......that's proposterous! As if they'd ally themselves with us!" flustered Janice.

"They wouldn't at first." Thaqotul agreed. "But you will have to convince them that there is a greater threat at large. At present, the group has found a few gods, and are trying to find them to fight against the children of Venash in their petty squabbles over kingdoms and land. You must convince them that the return of Echanii far exceeds any of their wars, which it does, and they will realise that, if they have any sense. However, you three should not go alone on this quest, you should get your dragon friends involved. As we sad,they are powerful allies, and plus we have reason to believe that the angry one is in contact with the god Kuro, whom you need anyway, so that is a bonus."

Thaqotul took a deep breath

"Ok, so here's a runthrough of what you need to do; Step one: Tell your dragon friends about everything and ask the angry one to help you contact Kuro. Step Two: Persuade Kuro to join your cause. Step Three: Intercept Hikari's search party, tell them about the Echanii's return, say that you will help them find the other gods, and also ask Hikari where the prism is, though be careful how you approach this as she's probably really sensitive about it. And finally step five: find the other gods! When the prism is in your possession and the all the gods stand as your allies......well, by that time all will be clear as to what you need to do next. Got all that? Good. This tunnel here will lead you back to Freedom incorporated's entrance."

Guy sighed at everyone, the old M'tun was just a distant whisper in his mind now. He was now at Guy's mercy, and in his control. Guy heard the cheers of the wryms. Guy now saw that they were his creatures. He saw his past lives, his struggles. Guy felt connected to the Wyrms now.

Guy listened to Thaqotul and Janice. "Thank you my humble servants." Guy found himself calling them servant when he meant 'friends'. Guy stood and he felt more legs than usual. He had a scorpion tail on his back now.. Guy shrugged. It would come in handy.

Guy walked towards the exit. "Mulier, come with me. I'll need competent help. Janice you too." Guy said. He then turned to Mulier. "And m'lady, every lord needs a lady..." Guy left the offer open. He didn't need her but he would prefer having her. Guy walked out of the tunnel, it then closed behind him and his party.

Guy found himself in a vast field surrounded by thick brush and and a forest. Guy couldn't help but notice a large black structure, it was very odd, a bright vibrant green with mixed purple and yellow of wildflowers. In the center of them lay and obsidian black tomb covered in carvings of wyrms, dragons, men, elves, orcs. Almost one of every race was on this structure.

Guy watched as deer ran through the forest, cam close to the clearing, then they vanished as quick as they had appeared, they seemed to highly fear this place. Guy somewhat shuddered as he felt a cold breeze caress his face. He couldn't help but be somewhat afraid of whatever that thing was. Guy edged closer and closer to it seeing more clearly script written on it in a draconic dialect.

Guy thought he couldn't decipher it, but the the words became clear to him.

To access the prism, you must be true of heart. The good, the evil, and only the almighty gods may access this treasure.

Guy cursed himself, he saw many hole on the walls. He put his hand in one and the hole seemed to suck a little energy from him. It was a keyhole. He must have to assemble enough gods here to open the chamber where the Prism of Palovala lie. Waiting to be wielded by the worthy persons. Guy couldn't help but think of travelling to find the other gods.

Guy began to get hungry, he reached into the bag a wrym had given him, inside he found a teleportation disc. Guy knew what he was going to do. He took out a map, a normal one, one that the people of Daughtris used, it located him and Guy saved the location. He then looked at the disc, he put his hand on it and pressed a few buttons. "Wait here my servants." Guy told them (irritated like myself! -_-) as he teleported away.

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Guy and his companions finally reached the waiting halls of Kelovios's lair once more. On the vintage TV there was the news, Aya, the reporter was reporting the current scene of Ostwyn.

"Its almost dark in Ostwyn but the mountainous golem was still threatening the metropolis. The two guardian golem of Lightwake was a lot smaller than the mountain golem but its power is great. Mana surges in its body, creating barriers to prevent itself from easily being destroyed. We could see that the boy who as you know, is probably one of the gods of Daughtris, is flying around the mountainous golem, probably to confuse it and disorient its movement, dodging and evading the swings of the golem's hand. It has been this way for a while now"

"A god!" Guy exclaimed in surprise.
As a merchant, the pillaging merchant has been doing business all around Daughtris. A few months ago, he has been to the metropolis of Lightwake and placed a few teleportation sigils there on the alleyways, parks, and streets. If he was lucky, some of the sigils would still work. Guy was a melee fighter, a professional when it come to swinging his axe and shield but wasn't good in manipulating mana for arcane arts. Taking his trusty teleportation disc out of his beg, he put his hands on it and pressed a few buttons.
"If you wish to accompany me, meet me at Ostwyn" he told Mulier and Janice before vanishing, teleported away by a sigil which appeared on the floor created by the device. Instantly, he appeared on one of his teleportation sigil in one of the Alleyway of Ostwyn. The sky was orange with a hint of purple on the clouds. Behind him and also in front of him was piles of rubble from building's crumbled walls. Dust filled the air, causing the view to be slightly cloudy. It was quiet other than the echoing sounds from far away, similar to the sound of thunder which was actually the guardian golems shooting at the mountainous golem.