Tales of Malteria: Cove of Ten Winds (Part 3)
As Deliza and her two crew-mates are lead by the haunting creature, who when asked introduced itself as "Cannon". The three walk in silence through the fog filled passages that make the "streets" of the village, this place where every structure is a shipwrecked vessel. Many were people of lands Deliza had never seen, some were even monstrous creatures. The pirates walking with them to their destination bicker as they walk, going on about something that sounded like a class divide, to Deliza anyway, between people called the Marooned and the Scalawag. When she tried to make conversation she was snapped at and told to mind her business, as she was neither, just an outsider.
They stop just before a large iron boat jutting out of a small hill side, clearly not a ship that was ever sailed but made into the hill, Deliza wondered why build it like this? Just as she had the thought she and her companions were pushed up the gang plank up onto its deck. With a closer look at the metal making up the ship Deliza now could see that it was actually made out of some kind of stone metal mixture...she had seen this before...back in Nidal...it was the most ancient materials, Mythril. How could such a group like the ragtag pirates have it here? so far from Nidal no less? As she had these thoughts she was awoken from her pondering by a shove towards the captains quarters. A doorway decorated with bones and gems leads down a set of stairs into what could only be further down into the hill itself.
It was impossibly dark in the rooms they walked through now, yet the lumbering Cannon still walked before them leading them towards a soft green light further down the hall. They finally come out to the room where a candle burning the green light sits, a large symbol craved into the floor the candle sits at its center. Clothes of silk drape around the ceiling above the symbol, they begin to blow as if from wind, with a jolt Deliza, and jarl collapse to the ground both gasping for air, some unseen force pressing them down. Cirilla however is unaffected though she stands deathly still. "So it is you that were tied to the Prophetic Seal? How unfortunate for you all." A voice booms in their heads "It is I that brought to this island, Ten Winds, and you are fated to complete me." As the voice booms on a creature resembling a hammerhead shark mixed with some kind large bird slithers out of the shadows before unfolding its wings and floating before the three.
"Ah, a Nidalese, Yet you are not like the old ones. Nay, you are some blighted unfortunate ilk. And a Diviner no less, take heed, You and your companions Diviner are to travel to the place where i was born and retrieve for me my helmet. To complete me." Cirilla looks on with awe before speaking "Why must we complete you?" the creature simply answers "For you will need my help, it is the price i pay for my freedom." Cirilla's eyes take on a worried look "Freedom from what?" it seems to be forever before the creature answers back "Oricalcos, I was once a Guardian Captain of the prison itself."
Cirilla drops to her knees, dry heaving and nearly turning to convulsing. Few knew of Oricalcos, less believed it was real, and only Nidal knew it was real, and Luthericburg as the last nation of those who worshiped the old gods were the stalwart protectors of the key to the ancient prison, however none had ever been there themselves except the eccentric wizard the old nation was named for. To be in the presence of one of the Deifacted golems was tantamount to being in the presence of an old god itself, as the golems were forged from the very deifectic energy that the old gods themselves were. "Come now, no time to writhe like that. Listen closely diviner, You and your companions shall sail to Oricalcos and enter it using this key, retrieve my helmet and return. Fail and ensure that Demons will run afoul in the lands forever, unchecked and unfettered." With its final words it drops a key on the ground and returns to the shadows.
They stop just before a large iron boat jutting out of a small hill side, clearly not a ship that was ever sailed but made into the hill, Deliza wondered why build it like this? Just as she had the thought she and her companions were pushed up the gang plank up onto its deck. With a closer look at the metal making up the ship Deliza now could see that it was actually made out of some kind of stone metal mixture...she had seen this before...back in Nidal...it was the most ancient materials, Mythril. How could such a group like the ragtag pirates have it here? so far from Nidal no less? As she had these thoughts she was awoken from her pondering by a shove towards the captains quarters. A doorway decorated with bones and gems leads down a set of stairs into what could only be further down into the hill itself.
It was impossibly dark in the rooms they walked through now, yet the lumbering Cannon still walked before them leading them towards a soft green light further down the hall. They finally come out to the room where a candle burning the green light sits, a large symbol craved into the floor the candle sits at its center. Clothes of silk drape around the ceiling above the symbol, they begin to blow as if from wind, with a jolt Deliza, and jarl collapse to the ground both gasping for air, some unseen force pressing them down. Cirilla however is unaffected though she stands deathly still. "So it is you that were tied to the Prophetic Seal? How unfortunate for you all." A voice booms in their heads "It is I that brought to this island, Ten Winds, and you are fated to complete me." As the voice booms on a creature resembling a hammerhead shark mixed with some kind large bird slithers out of the shadows before unfolding its wings and floating before the three.
"Ah, a Nidalese, Yet you are not like the old ones. Nay, you are some blighted unfortunate ilk. And a Diviner no less, take heed, You and your companions Diviner are to travel to the place where i was born and retrieve for me my helmet. To complete me." Cirilla looks on with awe before speaking "Why must we complete you?" the creature simply answers "For you will need my help, it is the price i pay for my freedom." Cirilla's eyes take on a worried look "Freedom from what?" it seems to be forever before the creature answers back "Oricalcos, I was once a Guardian Captain of the prison itself."
Cirilla drops to her knees, dry heaving and nearly turning to convulsing. Few knew of Oricalcos, less believed it was real, and only Nidal knew it was real, and Luthericburg as the last nation of those who worshiped the old gods were the stalwart protectors of the key to the ancient prison, however none had ever been there themselves except the eccentric wizard the old nation was named for. To be in the presence of one of the Deifacted golems was tantamount to being in the presence of an old god itself, as the golems were forged from the very deifectic energy that the old gods themselves were. "Come now, no time to writhe like that. Listen closely diviner, You and your companions shall sail to Oricalcos and enter it using this key, retrieve my helmet and return. Fail and ensure that Demons will run afoul in the lands forever, unchecked and unfettered." With its final words it drops a key on the ground and returns to the shadows.
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