[Realms #370] The Next Step
Jaws dropped all around, and if Morier's grip on the greatsword hadn't galvanized at that moment, he would have dropped it to the ground in shock.
"Sorry, I did not know you could hear me," Huzair replied smoothly, not missing a beat. "I am not used to dealing with relics of great power."
"DO NOT LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN!" the blade thundered.
"Good one, dark wizard!" Karak managed to chuckle. "You've just met the sword and already it knows not to like you!." Huzair shot a withering glance at the dwarf and moved back to his spellbooks, uninterested in yet another sharp pointy thing. Karak, however, felt just the opposite.
"Shaharizod's beard, Morier! You 'ave unearthed an elemental blade. Balazaar talked to me about these once. I do believe they be intelligent weapons with their own mind and, as we all just heard, the ability to speak. It is said they and the wielder form a great bond that cannot just merely be dropped. The wielder can store great power in these weapons. It makes perfect sense to me now: the earth key grants ye spell-like powers over the earth. We can now assume the other keys will do the same, Fire, Water, and Air. These shall surely aid in the fight against Chaos. If only Ledare were here to see this. She would have loved it!"
Morier looked awestruck at the gray stone sword, his mouth gone suddenly dry with excitement. "An elemental blade... Being an earthy, dwarven-type, it makes the most sense for you to be the holder of such an item, Karak."
"Woah! Really!" Karak exclaimed mouth agape and eyes aglitter with longing. "You would give me such a fine weapon? Well I do nae know what to say. I truly be touched."
"Gee Morier, doesn't the dwarf already have a weapon of great power? Why do you want to give away one of the greatest weapons known to man?" Huzair called from across the room. "Since it is intelligent, I am sure it will try to teach you something too."
"And anyway, I have a feeling that it be YOU who the sword chose," Karak added regretfully. "I do nae know if'n it would now e'en allow me to use it. Balazaar mentioned that once a sword chooses its owner it take strong magic to switch the bond. I do nae know perhaps the dark one knows better than I. But me thinks you should keep the sword, choose its edge and use it. Mayhaps one of the other keys be meant for me. Besides me and me Frost Axe ain't done yet. She be magical too, as ye know. Mayhaps if'n one of the tests be cold, I can put that key into the keyhole and we'll see what happens. That'd be what I say! Maybe Aryemac may use the sword?"
"ENOUGH?!?" Stoneblade bellowed. Its voice, like the sound of boulders clashing against one another, echoed around the small chamber. "I AM THE AWESOME SCION OF EARTH! I'LL NOT BE HANDED ABOUT LIKE... SOME COMMON... DOXIE!" Morier's expression seemed even paler as he looked wide-eyed at the greatsword twisting in his hand like a living thing... which, he supposed, in a way it was.
"Hold on! I certainly wasn't trying to pawn you off on anyone!" the eldritch warrior soothed. "I want you. I'll take you and use you and damned straight you're awesome. I just thought perhaps you'd be more comfortable with someone with a natural affinity for stone but if you were meant to be mine... then it was meant to be."
The sword growled skeptically, a sound like gravel being ground inside a fist.
"Stoneblade, it seems that proper etique would warrent introductions," Ayremac stepped in, doffing his helmet and bowing diplomatically as he spoke. "I am Ayremac, Holy Warrior of Umba. I quest along side these able warriors."
"UMBA IS UNKNOWN TO ME!" Stoneblade told him (1). "BUT THERE IS MUCH THAT I DO NOT KNOW!"
"Might I ask, Stoneblade, how is that you came to be here?" Ayremac went on.
"YOU MAY ASK, BUT AS I SAID, THERE IS MUCH THAT I DO NOT KNOW!" the sword replied. "MY BOTHER SCIONS AND I WERE CRAFTED BY THE KEEPERS OF THE GROVE WITH THE HELP OF A CABAL OF DRUIDS AND WARMAGES FOR THE SPECIAL PURPOSE OF RELEASING DRIDANA'S HEART!"
"We are fighting against the rise of Aphyx, and we too seek to free Dridana," the holy warrior explained. "My hope is that your knowledge of the past and those who built this place might help us to complete this quest in one piece."
"MY KNOWLEDGE IS INCOMPLETE, HOLY WARRIOR OF UMBA!" Stoneblade said, and there seemed to be an undertone of regret in the great voice. "BUT I DO KNOW THIS: WITHOUT THE SCIONS OF FIRE, AIR AND WATER, YOUR QUEST TO FREE DRIDANA WILL FAIL!"
Morier again repeated the Water elemental's words - words he'd long ago put to memory: "...we Keepers, Dridana's most powerful servants, were able to craft four keys that would breach Lady Rot's defenses. These keys we hid away in a pocket not unlike the Grove itself, apart from the Green but linked to it. Each key grants its wielder great power over one of the four elements. And each key must be brought to bear to free Dridana's heart. Once the heart is reunited with the body, the Fruitful One will be reborn. And great and terrible shall be her wrath."
"WELL SPOKEN!" Stoneblade said and the blade seemed to thrum with happiness.
"Well we aim to get the other keys soon enough," Karak assured the weapon.
"One down - three to go," Morier added. Looking at the rest of the group and then to the spot where Lela should have been, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a certain dark interpretation to be found deep within those words.
They passed the time in the cramped chamber as best they could. Shamalin's magic kept them fed and watered while Huzair scribed scrolls and used some of the pearls he'd found in the workshop with the screaming corpse to Identify some of the more interesting items they found since stepping through the portal in the back of the cave. Ayremac spent his time tending his armor and praying, Karak worked on his own armor and then Shamalin's.
It was impossible to tell if it was day or night, but Huzair was able to judge the passage of time by how readily he could cast spells and prepare new ones. On what was to them the morning of the third day, Morier roused them briskly and The Order prepared themselves to set off on the chosen pathway: to the Fire node. The heavy wooden door adorned with a Fire rune symbol swung open at Karak's hand revealing nothing but a black void beyond. Clutching Stoneblade firmly in two hands, Morier led the party through, each of them stepping blindly into the darkness... and reconvening on the other side as one. Shamalin felt the immediate sensation that something was wrong, but all attention was commanded by the six-armed creature advancing toward them.
It was huge, standing at least fifteen feet tall and seemingly made entirely of interlocking plates of metal. It was humanoid in general aspect, with two splayed legs supporting an armored torso surmounted by a helmeted head from which two red eyes burned. But its shoulders bristled with arms and each arm brandished a wicked-looking weapon, each one longer than any of them was tall. It strode ponderously forward across a stone bridge that it blocked completely. On the opposite side of the span they could see another door marked with the fire rune.
Shamalin closed her eyes against the apparition seeking the reassuring presence of her goddess, but found only emptiness. She was almost certainly being punished. Or maybe she had been abandoned all together. Her speculation was interrupted by the creature's screech.
"I yield only to the wise warrior!" it bellowed, its voice hollow and lifeless in the space.
For a moment no one moved and the sound of the thing's metallic body sliced through the silence as it worked its numerous body appendages.
"I'll go in first," Karak whispered to Morier and Ayremac. "Hit it on the left side, then you two follow up on the right. Mayhaps we can force it over the-"
"No! Wait!" Shamalin cried out, laying a hand on Karak's arm. "The wise warrior! Don't you get it? The wise warrior knows only to fight when he must."
"What are you suggesting, Shamalin?" Morier asked skeptically.
"Watch," she told him and started walking forward with her sword sheathed and her arms spread wide.
"Shamalin! No!" Ayremac cried and lurched after her, but Morier and Karak restrained him, giving the priestess her chance. She approached the towering monstrosity slowly but deliberately, unnerved by the clatter and hiss of its many limbs above her. Its eyes focused on her intently, but it did not molest her in any way as she walked between its legs and toward the door on the far side.
"Well I'll be damned!" Huzair snorted in disbelief.
The next test was almost as easy.
They stepped through the portal and into a small chamber dominated by an enormous rock worn smooth by time. It was featureless except for two things: a dark hole perhaps a foot across and a bit of poetry carved beside it.
"A gem of legend ye shall find
If to this rock your fate ye bind!
This rock, sought long be knights before
Ye found yourselves at peril's door.
Endure ye now this test of greed
Let will surpass, and sin recede!"
"Clearly, we need to not be greedy," Ayremac suggested as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Eh?" Karak grunted, fixing the Officer with an appraising eye. "Do nae be so quick to throw away the chance to get a gem! Mayhaps we'll need it to complete the test."
"I think this rock IS the test, Karak," Ayremac explained, patting the huge boulder. Karak harrumphed.
"It says "a gem of legend"!" the dwarf countered looking to the others for support.
"I think Ayremac's right," Morier said. "We need to leave the rock."
"It's a test of greed, Karak," the holy warrior went on. "Do you understand what that means?"
"I understand what ye THINK it means," the dwarf countered and thrust his arm into the hole. "Aye! There's a gem alright! An' she's a big one! I can barely get me hand 'round it!"
"Do not remove it from the rock!" Morier asserted, pressing his hand against Karak's back.
"As much as I'd like to see my cut of a stone that size, I've got to agree with Morier and Mr. Goodie-good," Huzair quipped.
"Please, Karak," Shamalin added and, cursing venomously, the dwarf let the gem stay where it was and drew out his arm.
The door on the far side of the room clicked open.
A wave of energy coursed through each of them as they passed through the portal. Their vision blurred momentarily and they each had the queer sensation of falling rapidly sideways until a heartbeat later their senses snapped back to normal. They found themselves crowded in the middle of a large piece of obsidian floating on a sea of molten lava. Silvery runes glowed along the edges of the obsidian.
It was oppressively hot and a thick sulphurous stench filled the air. Lava bubbled and spewed around them. Dozens of other floating sheets of obsidian dotted the surface of the lava floe, each bobbing 10 to 15 feet from the next nearest piece. Against the haze of the heat, they could all see a bright red glow coming from a sheet of obsidian some 100 feet away.
The air was painful to breath it was so hot, but Huzair grinned devilishly. "I think I could learn to like it here," he said, not looking bothered by the heat in the least.
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(1) Umba is the newest deity in the pantheon. You may remember someone mentioning that twice in the history of the world gods had been slain. Dridana was the first, "slain" by Aphyx. The second was the Goddess Rhianne, betrothed of Ibrahil the True. She was ripped in half by Ibrahil's nemesis, the God of Murder, and it was her death that spurred Ibrahil to castrate himself in grief. From Rhianne's corpse rose Umba, Judge of the Dead.
Stoneblade was sealed away before Umba's "birth".