Godslayer Arc 1.18 Avatar of Paradise

“So where are we going Drakvar?” asks Jordis as she skips down the street with Drakvar following her from behind.

“The bookstore so I can buy you a book of your choice,” answers Drakvar, “Though I have no idea why you lead me to the Thirteenth District.”

And I would much rather avoid this District. The people here are strange. They just feel off to me in some manner. Not to mention not a single one has made physical contact with me. And they just look so strange. Almost as if they aren’t there at all.

Something is off here. Frankly, I am half-minded to simply take Jordis and leave this District. Perhaps come back with one of the others to check it out.

“Yay!” replies Jordis as she scampers over to Drakvar and wraps her arms around him in a hug, “Thank you Drakvar!”

“Don’t forget to thank Shocker as well when you next see her,” says Drakvar as Jordis runs back ahead of him again, “I am only able to do this because of her generous gift of money.”

“I will!” says Jordis as she turns the corner and pauses suddenly.

Sensing something wrong, Drakvar runs around the corner, halting as he steps in front of Jordis. He too pauses as he looks up at the sight that awaits him.

Whatever it is, it is absolutely massive, a giant swarm of swirling energy of infinite colours as it engulfs the entire street.

How can such a thing go unnoticed?

But even as he thinks that, Drakvar knows all too well how this thing could have avoided detection.

Acting on instinct, Drakvar steps in front of Jordis, placing himself between her and this...thing.

And it turns out to be just in time as the mere second he gets in front of Jordis, Drakvar is blasts by two beams of light.

They don’t blind him like Solara’s attacks did and like with all supernatural forces, they cease to exist as they make contact with Drakvar.

“Run Jordis!” yells Drakvar as the abomination unleash more attacks at him.

These attacks are much more varied with focused water, fire, energy, electricity, ice, and many other forms of attacks including a few that Drakvar doesn’t recognise.

But as always, they are completely ineffective against him. Unfortunately for him however, they do tear up the street around him.

Needing some more stable ground on which to stand, Drakvar jumps backwards and glances at Jordis, but the girl is already gone.

The abomination forms another creature out of purple-black energy. The creature is roughly Kithoid, but has a hazy, misty look to it.

Similar to a Warrior-Spirit, but...different. Just different. And wrong.

The creature glides swiftly across the ground as it races towards Drakvar. Drakvar counters charges and slams his entire body into the creature as much as he can as they connect with each other.

As he expected would happen, the creature is destroyed as it makes contact with Drakvar. Drakvar prepares to charge the unnatural abomination, only to halt as he hears Jordis cry out.

With one swift motion, Drakvar turns on his heel and sprints down the street and around the corner that he and Jordis came around.

He glimpses Jordis at the far end of the street, being set upon by Kith locals.

They must be under the thrall of this abomination.

With an angry roar, Drakvar runs down the street and racing towards Jordis.

“Drakvar!” shrieks Jordis as the Kith attackers begin to grab her, “Save me!”

As he sprints towards Jordis, Drakvar doesn’t notice the abomination consuming the buildings on either side of him or the sky above him. Instead he focuses on Jordis, smashing to the crowd of Kith surrounding her.

Both to his surprise and not to his surprise, the Kith disappear as they make contact with Drakvar. The parts that touch him simply vanish while the rest of their bodies dissolve into smoke before fading away into the sky.

What has happened to the people of the Thirteenth District?

Just as Drakvar is about to reach the screaming Jordis, tendrils from the abomination whip down, seizing Jordis and snatching her away from Drakvar. He is helpless to watch as something flows from the abomination into Jordis.

No! No! NO! NO! NO!

With a wild howl, Drakvar feels power following through his body, strengthening it and focusing his mind. With this sudden surge of strength, Drakvar leaps as Jordis and wraps all four of his arms around her, yanking the young girl from the tendrils of this otherworldly monster.

Drakvar hits the ground hard, rolling along the street as he holds Jordis tightly against his chest. He glances at her to confirm that she is okay.

Is her fur blue? How did-good, she is still breathing.

Still clutching the now blue-furred and silver-haired Jordis, Drakvar gets to his feet and glares at the abomination as it and its false Kith surround Drakvar.

I have no idea how to fight this thing let alone beat it. At least we are at an impasse. I might not be able to best it, but it is incapable of besting me.

But at the end of the day, it won’t be able to get Jordis again and that is all that matters.

As Drakvar and the abomination stand off against each other, untold amounts of electricity tears through the air, ripping into the monster and its false Kith.

Shocker? What is she doing here?

As the abomination recoils and the false Kith torn apart, Shocker comes running down the street towards Drakvar and Jordis.

“What is that-” Shocker starts to demand, but is suddenly whacked side without warning by the abomination.

“Shocker!” shouts Drakvar as the Ti’darkei Champion is sent crashing through the window of a shop.

“Do not worry my Squire,” says Sir Galamin in that loud, clear voice of his as he and the Ordic step into with Solara above them and Valen trailing behind him, “I, my father and my daughter shall deal with the Deceiver Entity.”

“Lalf Tokkk Mona!” declares the Ordic as he points his undersized blade at the abomination.

While Drakvar as no idea of what Ordic just said, the abomination clearly seems to as it retreats, disappearing as its unholy mass of swirling colours retracts back down the street.

With the threat gone, Drakvar feels the sudden of power sustaining him fade and his knees give out as he collapses and falls into unconsciousness. 

Godslayer Arc 1.5 Ordic

After dropping off Valen at the abandoned factory and leaving him with Jordis, Drakvar headed out once again that night. He still needs to find a way to cook the food so he can feed Jordis.

Now night has truly fallen, it is rather dark out as none of the street lights are on. Drakvar has no idea why that is the case. While some of them are broken, they are in the minority and most the street lights are simply lacking power.

The authorities don’t seem to care about this part of the city. I can’t help, but wonder if the Darklurkers are part of the cause or merely a symptom.

“Greetings,” says a strong, clear deep voice from Drakvar, causing the Kith to halt in his tracks.

“Not another fight!” Drakvar cries out in frustration, “I have already three fights today!”

“I shall not fight you if you don’t wish to battle,” replies the voice and Drakvar turns around to face the speaker.

The person has such an extremely odd and unusually appearance that Drakvar wonders if he is a warrior-spirit like Solara due to the similarities in appearance.

The person is just over three metres tall and is a full metre taller than Drakvar. He is very muscular and is huge, but Drakvar is sure he looks bigger to him than he actually is due to the difference in height. And like Solara, the person only has two arms and not four like a normal person.

The garments of the person are also interesting. He is wearing armour consisting of shining silver plates with a skin-tight undersuit made of a black sleek material. In his left hand, the person wields a very impressive looking sword.

At least it feels impressive to me.

The hilt is six inches long with a round pommel and a good grip. The crossguard is curved downwards towards the hilt while the double edged blade is roughly twenty four inches long. It lacks bright colour with a dull metallic hilt while the blade is a green tinted grey.

And while it looks oddly small in the hand of the giant person, Drakvar has no doubts that such a blade is very deadly.

In the right hand of the person is a silver curved heater shield with a dark green rim. It is about thirty inches wide and two metres tall.

“Ah, good,” mumbles Drakvar as he takes in the sheer imposing sight of the purpose, deciding 

without hesitation that this is one opponent he wouldn’t be able to beat, “I really don’t think I could take you if we did fight.”

“You could probably put up a decent fight, but no, you wouldn’t stand a chance of besting me,” replies the person, “Might I ask who you are?”

“I am Drakvar Blackborn,” replies Drakvar.

“And I am Ordic Sar’bargord,” replies the person as he inclines his head towards Drakvar, “I have returned to Lyatar seeking a Core of Oblivion.”

“A Core of Oblivion?” repeats Drakvar before he realises the implications at the start of the sentence.

Returned to Lyatar? How can he have returned to the planet... unless he has been off of it. Perhaps he isn’t native to Lyatar. It would explain his unusual appearance.

“Yes,” replies Ordic, “It is part of the power of a being that makes even the Four Divines pale in comparison.”

“The Four Divines?” says Drakvar.

“Never heard of them?” says Ordic, sounding surprised, “Did you lose your memories when you were Empowered then?”

“You know how I lost my memories?” asks Drakvar, this stranger growing stranger and stranger by the second.

“I believe so,” replies Ordic, “First I must explain something to use. When not connected to an Entity such as Oblivion, their Parts of Power shall seek how host from which to grow stronger from. This Core of Oblivion has chosen you as its host. When it did so, it must have erased your memories. A likely probability given the nature of this particular Core.”

“And what is the nature of this Core?” inquires Drakvar despite almost of all of Ordic’s words being meaningless to him.

“The Core is an Advanced Security-Neutraliser,” explains Ordic, “In effect it is one of Oblivion’s higher level and stronger Parts of Power and it is used to cull rogue powers. This one is especially significant as it has grown enough that it effects powers outside of those belonging to an Entity. So when Oblivion last tried to use it, I severed his connection to it using Gord’Ang and have kept it away from Oblivion. Now I have traced it here, to an old world that I have visited before.”

“When exactly did you last come to Lyatar?” asks Drakvar.

“According to the modern dating system, last time I arrived on Lyatar was in 24 BK and I left in 32 PK,” answers Ordic, “Since you lack memories, those dates are one thousand and thirty six and nine hundred and eighty years ago respectively.”

Drakvar is speechless for a moment as he tries to wrap his head around the idea of the person standing before him being over a thousand years old.

Then again, with my deficit of memories, I don’t exactly know how odd that is. And given that I have magic swords, battled a warrior-spirit and fought a guy with magic powers, this is actually kind of normal for me.

“So what are you going to do now?” asks Drakvar, deciding it would make the most sense to accept Ordic’s statements without questioning them.

“Now that I have determined that the Core of Oblivion has not fallen into the wrong hands, I shall visit some old friends,” replies Ordic, “I would like to see my son once again. Gord Dinn Drakvar Blackborn.”

And with that, Ordic turns and strides away from Drakvar, leaving the bemused Kith standing alone in the middle of the street.

***

After finding an old and abandoned portable stove at about an hour after midnight, Drakvar finally returns home to Jordis. Only he also finds Valen and Solara there.

But Drakvar feels a sudden surge of indignation as he realises that Valen is using his fire magic to cook some food for himself and Jordis.

“You sent me off to find a way to cook food and then you just have Valen cook for you?” grumbles Drakvar as he puts the stove down.

“Pretty much,” replies Jordis as she smiles at him.

“Tough luck,” smirks Valen.

Despite his annoyance, the tired and worn out Drakvar only gives a weary grunt.