Hall of Artefacts, Jagd Gilga, Whisper's Base. [Open]

[Snood]

All of the glass cases were well lit, each of them having a different item in it. One kept a spear, the other kept a white urn, adorned with blue patterns all over it. The final case kept a black staff, with a purple symbol at it's top. There were several other cases, but none of them seemed to be lit or contain anything. Upon closer inspection of the case with the staff in it, you could clearly see the current staff was just a replica. It seems the owner of the staff must have taken it with him.


There were plaques on the cases, each of them stating something about the artefact it contained. In addition one of the arches which spanned above the building was engraved with something. "Stealing will be punished heavily. You have been warned."

"This urn has been blessed by Saint Nathaniel, or Nash. It contains the ashes of our good friend Idoun, who has been killed in a terrible fire. This very urn is said to absorb harmful attacks." ~ Saint Nathaniel's urn.

"The spear contained within this was the spear of a friend of ours, Raven. He was pushed into a ravine and his body was never to be found again. He had left this spear with us, knowing he was going to die and infused it with the very essence of his life, giving it terrible powers." ~ Spear of Raven

"This staff, adorned with the symbol of Azzanadra, has the power to amplify magic tenfold. I rarely use it nowadays because of my great power already, and my power would be amplified to such an extent that it would create fissures and conjure thunderstorms. I found it in a pyramid in the Exporan desert." ~ Ancient Staff

[Snood]

Further down the old, worn hall containing the powerful artefacts at the top of a flight of stairs stood a single case, containing four more items. They looked like shards of a overly adorned sword. This could be seen by one shard which was quite ornately formed, curving spikes sticking out of the blade. A small plaque adorned the case, eerily glowing with a few colours.

It said little, the text being limited to a few words only.

"Hilt: Light, Shards: Earth, Fire, Lightning."

[Snood]

Now someone stood in the center of the big hall, seemingly waiting for someone.

[Zvane the XIII]

Heavy footsteps entered the halls, echoing against the barren walls...but there only was of a man. None of the Musinites are loyal enough under the iron fist, the stealing, cheating and ransacking made them lust for material pleasure, and the forbidden taste of authority...which now none to be found in the former führer of the fierce foe of fidelity, forfieted forth his fortune, Golbez presevered, and entered into dealings with non-Musinite for his first time after his long reign.

"Zaros, I shall have nothing to conceal, I came alone"

stated Golbez, loud and clear. Although his voice wasn't yielding any authoritative quality in the least, as if carrying the "I can still crush you if you dare take me on" undertone.

"Waste not my precious time, what is your dealing?"

[Snood]

Zaros stepped forth, wearing the most luxurious of robes, a blood red robe with golden thread drawing patterns along the entire length of it. The eerie aura emanating from the shards of a sword further down the hall shone on his face, but also lit the hall in yellow, blue and various other colors. Breaking the silence, he spoke.

"Don't worry, i only carry valuable information."

He paused for a moment, and looked around his hall to make absolutely sure there wasn't anybody to.. interrupt.

"Soon, a man called Irknuss will approach you with some kind of device embedded into his body, giving him incredible power even though his body is frail. I presume you want to rip it clean out of his body?"

[Zvane the XIII]

"Define 'some kind of device' for me, if it were a weapon I think this conversation is over."

Staring coldly into Zaros' eyes, Golbez leaned against the broken display stand, wears and tears from his exile started to come unto eyesight as he stopped walking, but his voice stern as ever.

[Snood]

"It's beyond i've ever seen, a mechanical device that grants it's bearer incredible power with little to no effort, much like the artefacts i keep here." He looked around at his halled, filled with his very life.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Golbez. "Only the device he has is atleast ten times more powerful.."

[Zvane the XIII]

"Mechanical...I am intrigued."

Said Golbez, back to his totemic posture, inching further to Zaros.

"And reading your mind, you have arrange for this Irrknus...absurd of a name to arrive here, didn't you? You wouldn't yield when I say come alone, do you?"

Golbez' right hand reached unto the hilt of his sheathed bastard sword, tauntingly looking at Zaros.

[Snood]

"Oh, he's coming alright, he could be here any moment now.." Zaros grinned, and conjured his staff into his hands, intensely radiating with dark energy. "However, killing people is such a waste, especially you. No, i intend take on Irrknus, not you." He however, even after explaining, held on to his staff tighter than ever.

[Zvane the XIII]

"I like your attitude."

Releasing his hand from the hilt, Golbez sat down, leaning against the column.

"Just like some of my subordinates, if I would let my guard down for one second they would kill me and steal all the glory. That's what make them so...valuable, so skilled...and Irrknus, if he could read my mind, you should start thinking about who he's going to attack first...me...or you..."

Reaching upon his flask, Golbez smiled in vile fascination of the tension created. Is he going to attack Zaros or Irrknus, is Irk going to attack him or Zaros?

[Snood]

"We'll see. Either way, i'm not going down without a fight, should you get any ideas.. Besides, this Irrknus is not even deserving of such power. His body is frail, weak, pitiful. Imagine what it could do in the hands of.."

Zaros paused for a moment, and looked at Golbez intently for a moment. Thereafter, he turned his gaze into a nearby gold-adorned mirror, looking upon his own visage.

".. real men."

[Zvane the XIII]

"I don't care who you are, but you shall work under me."
...Biocompterized Combat System: Activated.

And out came his cloak, revealing that the young boy has now became a grey-skinned chameleon. His tail adorned with a spiked mace and his eyes split directions to look at Golbez and Zaros both at once. Hiding inside his mouth is a metallic tongue with thousands of sharkskin-like hooks to scratch his foes should he get them in contact.

His hands are now producing flickers of flame, ready to unleash unto one who dares attack him first.

"Brilliant!! I was not so impressed by your words alone, Zaros. Just until NOW! My muscles are singing with joy!"

Golbez finally armed his sword in the split-second Irrknus awaken his true form.

"Zaros...Golbez...excuse my intrusion, but great minds think alike...wouldn't we want the strongest and foulest man on earth to work just under YOU?"

[Snood]

So early?! The Grandmaster of Darkness' mind was suddenly filled with thought, the Artefacts weren't moved to a safe location before his arrival, even though each and every one of them contained immeasurable power.. Damnit..

Quickly thinking, he stood up, shifted his gaze to the cabinet behind him, and held out his hand. The cabinet quickly seemed to fade from existence, along with the shards of a sword that were in it.. There.. the sword of the gods is safe..

He quickly turned back to Irk, and asked him something.

"What is it you want." He said, with a cold and distant tone, but a slightly scared undertone nevertheless.

[Zvane the XIII]

"Submit."

A piercing gaze from Irk reached Zaros at an instant.

"Wide open!!"

Golbez disappeared from sight and suddenly Irk was hit by an immense invisible force which make him flew back and crashed right through the wall of the artefact hall into the barren skies outside, luckily no artefact were damaged.

Twas Golbez, right there after Irk's flying body, grinning with his jagged bastard sword in his hand. Twas the grin has washed off completely when he learned that the blow was blocked by Irk's metallic tongue and the tip of the sword broke off.

"Lucky you...looks like contempts are useless for you anyway"

Golbez spattered, nobody has ever matched swords with him before.

"Lucky me? As long as I have my device, you're millions of years away from me!"

Irk answered, thought slightly shakily...he didn't expect his device to be resisted this strongly"

"Hah! I sense fear in you...you must be the weakest kid from the millions of years ahead...pathe--"
"Shut up!"

Irk cut Golbez off with a fling of his tongue directly towards Golbez so fast that he has not the time to move out of the trajectory but blocking it with his bastard sword. Only this time he put his hand on the blade for more support. But the sharkskin on the tongue managed to leave a huge scrape on his hand anyway.

"So predictable, aren't you?"

Golbez smile triumphantly as he is now more assured than ever about whom he's dealing with.

"Oi! Zaros, I think this one a match for you rather than me" Said Golbez, sneering with comtemptious laughter.

[Snood]

Zaros smirked, and this time he could concentrate fully on the battle that would ensue. He gripped his staff even tighter, and assumed a battle stance. "Told by the beginning of times.." The Grandmaster started chanting, and old but insignificant items like vases started falling of their stands, though this didn't seem to worry him.

"You.. you dare call yourself powerful? Power induced by some machine? Boy, power isn't attained by mere items, true power is obtained by experience." The spell seemed to shake the very earth under Zaros' feet, and the ceiling started to crumble away..

"Fall.."

Nothing happened thus far.