The Four Lights

[Bvie 1754]

 

 

The sweat dripped from his forehead as his chest heaved up and down. His white robe stuck to his skin skin as he perspired and the normally light golden metal that adorned his body felt like a heavy burden.

 

His hand unscrewed the flask as his exhaustion met the sweet scent of apples. The crisp taste of the juice ran over his cracked lips and dry tongue, relishing in the energy the sugary drink would give him to help regain his focus.

 

His eyes blinked, the blurriness from his exhaustion slowly fading with the sugar and deep breaths he was taking as the other armored figure stood before him, a ferrum staff in their hands. As they moved in front of him, the slender crimes that decorated the staff’s top hummed out softly, a harmonious and calming sound filling the space around him.

 

“You’re slowly approaching the point where you’ll be performing miracles with the Light. But, as you can tell, such things still demand sacrifice from ourselves.”

 

Gray raised his hand and brushed the back of his hand over his upper lip, the blonde bristly hairs scratching against his hand as he flicked the perspiration to the ground.

 

“However…..” She sighs as her eyes gaze to the scorch marks on the floor nearby as she recalled past events. “It would seem the Darkness is not giving you the time to learn slowly with their recent assaults. The realm needs you to be further along than you currently are, Gray.”

 

His tongue ran over his mouth, his throat grunted as it tried to push the dryness from it. “Then I’ll simply train harder and more frequently.”

 

“There’s limits to what you can simply do, physical limits, Gray. You know this.” She paused and looked him over, deep in thought for several moments. “Unless we lessen those restrictions….”

 

“What are you talking about?” He grunted.

 

She moved towards the window as her free arm moved to hold herself. “It’s an art that has been held to only those that have shown dedication and commitment to the Lord. Extremely powerful, but can be extremely dangerous to those that utilize it improperly.” As her gaze looked out to the city below her she inhaled deeply.

 

“What do I need to do to prove to you that I’m capable of such?” His exhaustion still permitted yet his resolve pushed forward as he stood up straight.

 

“You do not need to prove anything to me, Gray.” She remarked as she lifted her shoulder from the wall as she ended her view of the outside world. “Only Him.”

 

Her armor clinked with each and the staff thumped heavily as the small woman made her way. The small chimes rang out once more, yet even their calmness could not hide the seriousness in her voice as she spoke. “You’ve come a far distance, Gray. But even still, the path of purity remains long and mysterious to you. However, as a follower of His Light, we are require powerful weapons against the Darkness that attempts to hinder our path and plague this realm. I believe the events of late are a sign that He wishes for you to forge your first weapon.”

 

He blinked, looking from her to the Forge of Light in the corner of the temple. “So….should I go fetch some blessed aurum then?”

 

She laughed and shook her head. “No, dear." She waved her hand away dismissively as the seriousness returned. “This is not your ordinary weapon.” She moved over to a storage cupboard and pulled out two large buckets. “Your first quest.”

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

His eyes narrowed on his target.

 

The sweet smell of the gardens reached his mustached nose as he set the pails down besides him. “This can’t be too difficult….” He said to himself as he looked at his first opponents.

 

They darted quickly in the blue sky, back and forth. Their yellow and black bodies small, their barbed weapons exposed and dripping with venom, their war cry buzzing through the air to his ears.

 

He lifted a stone from the garden’s grass and bounced it in his hand lightly. “Maybe this will scare them….” And with that the stone flew through the air against their home.

 

Suddenly, a roar escaped the vile hive and the blue sky became blocked out by a swarm of Darkness.

 

“Nope! Nope Nope!” His cries echoed out throughout the city streets as he ran in a panic as the cloud of buzzing Darkness chased after him.

 

”Alright…” He grumped, returning to the scene later that day.

 

His wounds and bumps had been bandaged and treated, and he spoke with a funny mumble as his cheeks had been swollen drastically from the venom.

 

He moved the smoking pot to the child. “Now, when I open this, I wish for you to lift the leather top off the pot and fan the smoke inside, understood?”

 

The child simply nodded as Gray turned and approached the lair of these vile beasts. And with a swift motion, pulled open the door! “Now!”

 

Huffing and puffing, the child worked furiously with the fan as the smoke was forced into the hive. The bee’s frantically darted around until one by one, they succumbed to the smoke and fell asleep. As the opponents lay in a deep defeated slumber, Gray lavished praise upon the child as his hands pulled out the prized beeswax and filled the pails given to him.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

The clanging of the pails on the cold stone rang out throughout the temple.

 

“Here.” He says with a huff, his hands moving to massage his sores and stung cheeks.

 

She looked up from her book and smirked at the sight. “What’d you try to do, throw a rock at them or something?”

 

“No!” He quickly responded before sighing. “....I mean maybe. Does it matter? I got the beeswax you requested. Now what?”

 

The book folded inward and laid upon the table as her hands closed. “Correct, it matters not how you obtained it, it is your quest not mine.” She turned slowly in her seat to face him more. “You’ve collected a key piece to your weapon, but not one of the core pieces. Your next quest, though, is of such…..”

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

“Anyone have any sugar cane?!?!” He shouted in the city market.

 

The shopkeepers and stall tenders continued to sell and barter with their customers, paying the bandaged Cleric little mind.

 

Gray sighed dispassionately as he moved from stall and shop, searching for the ingredients he so desperately needed for his quest.

 

“Really? No one has these?” He asked out loud to himself. But to his surprise, he received a surprising answer.

 

A small tug of his robe broke his lamentation and made him look down, his eyes meeting a small Kha’s.

 

“You? You can help me?” He asked with surprise and hope, and to his relief, the Kha nodded. “Great! What do you want in return?” She thought for a moment but only tugged him along and out to the farms.

 

The scene was a sad sight, holes littered the ground and the crops were torn asunder and destroyed.

 

“Hmph.” Gray grunted as he stood next to the small Kha. “Perhaps this is why there’s such a lack of ingredients available in the city.”

 

The small Kha tugged on his robe and pointed towards one of the holes as a large gopher leaped from its dark depths. It’s large teeth and claws ripped and tore at the soil and vegetation, destroying the farmlands. As the gopher pilfered the crops and stashed their loot in their holes, more and more of its brethren appeared from various holes and doing the same.

 

Another tug and the pointing of a small hand focused Gray’s eyes towards the top of the hill. “Sugar cane!” He shouted with glee. But his glee was short lived as the gophers work began to near the prized crop.

 

He looked down upon the Kha. “If I can distract the gophers, can you collect some of the sugar cane for us?”

 

The Kha scratched her head silently with a claw and then nodded. The Kha leaped from rock and tool shed, avoiding the various gopher pitfalls, while Gray roared loudly and wielded a heavy mallet!

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

High pitched squeaking echoed throughout the temple as Gray shook his boot fiercely. A small brown rodent flew through the air and bounced on the stone floor. It gnashed its teeth, shook its fist, and scampered away as the scratched and bitten Cleric dropped a heavy satchel upon the table.

 

“There. Four spools of treated rope, fresh from the best craftsmen the city has to offer.”

 

She looked up from her book, noting his dirty robes that were littered with holes and bite marks. “Issue collecting these?” She asked as she inspected the quality of the items.

 

“Slightly, but what else is needed for this weapon?” He asked, his grumpiness and impatience starting to get the better of him.

 

“Well, the next step of your quest finds you at a crossroad, one where each path must be traveled upon.” She sets the rope down before her and looks towards him. “Do you remember the Four Pillars of the Light?”

 

He nodded slowly. “Of course, the four aspects of His Light. What of them?”

 

“The Light contains all aspects of His will, and so must your weapon.You must obtain a symbol of each and bring it here as an offering to the Lord. Where you start though, is your decision.”

 

His hand found his chin and rubbed it slowly. “I suppose I start at the crux of our Lord’s vision.” He nods, affirming his decision. “Very well, I’ll start with the aspect of Purity.”

 

She slowly stands and moves over to a map of Ceru which decorates the wall. Her small hand lifts from her side and her slender finger points towards the Northern icy wastelands of Ceru.

 

“The Pure. Perfection. Wholesomeness. Our Lord has chosen the color White to represent this aspect of His word and goals for this realm. We, as his hand, are tasked with ensuring that this realm remains in its pure and natural state, untainted by the ways of Darkness and Shadows.”

 

She turns to him as she continues to point to the North. “There, in the barren and dangerous wastelands, you’ll find your symbol of purity.”

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

So cold….

 

The wind howled around him as the ice storm clawed at the bits of exposed skin on his person.

 

Even with his many layers and his determination, the icy wastelands sapped the strength and warmth from his body slowly.

 

With each step through the deep snow, the sight of the green and warm forests of Ceru became a speck in the distance.

 

The local polar bears lift their sleepy heads, staring at the man as he trudges through the cold North, giving loud grunts. Whether to challenge his presence in their territory or to encourage him in his struggle, Gray did not know, but still he trudged on.

 

As night settled upon the frozen wasteland, the cold truly set in. His chattering teeth slowly began to quiet, a dangerous sight. His eyes scanned the wasteland for some sort of shelter, but only shadows met him, all for but a single glimpse of light in the distance.

 

The light seemed strange, and for a moment Gray thought it was his numbing mind playing tricks upon him, but with little left to offer him in the wastelands he moved towards the light.

 

However, he questioned his choice as he neared the light, for as he stepped closer he found that the light shined from within the depths of a dark cave.

 

While his instincts told him that this would be a poor decision, the brief respite from the harsh arctic winds forced him forward into the darkness and towards the light. His movements through the cave, now free of the winds chill, warmed his person and his eyes began to become accustomed to the darkness. His footing became more sure as he climbed about the cave’s interior until he found what was generating this light.

 

At the back of the cave’s wall hung large icicles that shined brilliantly white with each other. Perhaps the rays of sunlight from the prior day had become trapped in an infinite reflective loops between the beautiful ice fragments. Perhaps there was something truly magical about this ice.

 

The truth would only be found out later by Gray, for as his hand neared the ice a growl emitted from behind him.

 

From the blizzard stepped a tall creature with large limbs and white hair covering hits body.

 

“Beware the Yeti’s in the frozen North…” Her words now played in her head as the creature lumbered towards him with a chilling roar and an icy fist aiming for his body.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

A heavy crate banged as it was settled down roughly on the stone floor.

 

Her slender finger turned a page of her book as her gaze left the text for a moment to look down at the object.

 

“Pure Ice from the Frozen North.”

 

His side was wrapped in bandages and his skin still a shade of blue from his travels, but his drive forced him to deliver the aspect promptly.

 

“Did the Yeti give you trouble?” She questioned him as she looked back to her book.

 

His pained huff was slight, but still audible. “What’s next?”

 

She shrugged slightly, “Pick your next path. It isn’t for me to decide.”

 

“Hmph. The Warrior’s path then. A trip down memory’s lane for my old guard days may be a relaxing path, unlike this previous one.”

 

She nodded and brought her finger to the familiar map. She placed the slender digit upon their locating and dragged downward into the blue waters.

 

“The Warrior’s Spirit. Courage. Strength. He has chosen the color Blue to represent his aggression and anger towards the Darkness that seeps within this realm. This aspect is a constant reminder to his servants that our war against such shadows is never truly over.”

 

She looked up to him as her finger became still, pressed upon the Southern Seas of Ceru. “There you will find your symbol of the warrior.”

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

“Do you really think this is going to work?”

 

The waves rocked the boat back and forth, crashing upon the rocks with great force, as they boarded.

 

“We don’t have much of a choice.” Gray replied, carrying a barrel of a foul material. “I need to get that egg and it’s guarding it.”

 

The rope from the dock was undone and the pair picked up the oars and began their labors as they sailed from shore.

 

“And you’re sure I’ll be able to out paddle it?”

 

Gray looked towards the crystal blue surface of the water.

 

“Gray?!”

 

“What?!” He shouted back as he was broken from his thoughts. “Yea, sure. You’ll be fine.”

 

“That doesn’t sound very reassuring!”

 

“Hush, we’re getting close.” he responded, lifting his hand to signal the guard captain to slow his labor.

 

Beneath them in the crystal blue waves a round object shining up at them. But as it shined, a large and serpent like shadow began to coil around it.

 

“Woah….is that…..a Lubba?”

 

“Yup.” Gray responded as he discarded his gloves and shoes and then pulled the barrel to the edge of the boat. “Now, do you remember what you need to do? You need to cut it loose before it gets to close to the boat.”

 

The captain unscrewed the top of the barrel, releasing the foul stench of the rotting and bloody fish puree from within. His face wrinkled and nodded. “Yea….and you’re sure this will attract it and the other beasts?”

 

He shrugged. “I don’t have any other ideas and I’m running out of time.” He tipped the barrel slightly, allowing the concoction to begin to leak into the waters.

 

The placidity of the sea remained for some time as the fishy mixture began to pool around them. Slowly, fins and activity could be seen pooling around the small boat as the sea’s predators began to follow the scent.

 

“It’s not moving….” The captain muttered, looking down at the sea serpents coiled shadow.

 

“It won’t, it needs more of a feast to hunt.” Gray replied as the amount of sharks and predatory fish increased around the boat. “Tip more of it in.”

 

“Gray, if I do that I won’t be able to lure it far away. You’ll only get a short window.”

 

“Guess you better paddle pretty quickly then, eh?”

 

He huffed, clearly disliking the plan but still did as he asked, adding more of the slurry to the water, causing larger fish to come to the surface to feast.

 

And as the sparkle from the blue object suddenly disappeared, signaling the lubba’s movement, Gray lurched off the boat and dived into the waters at the edge of the spreading fish frenzy.

 

The sudden silence of the ocean rushed into his ears and the splashing of the surface waters died away. He turned his head and looked towards the sharks, seals, and eels battling one another for the feast that gathered around the boat.

 

His feet began to kick at the water as he looked away from the frenzy and swam down towards the oncoming shadow.

 

Slowly, the shadow lifted as the rays of light began to reach the beast. It’s blue and green scales glistening from the watery depths. The horns arching off of its head. It’s elongated teeth opening as it raced towards the surface, its long body snaking through the waters towards him. But past it shined with its blue light, the egg it was guarding.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

His bare feet slipped and slapped on the stone floor as water footprints were left in his wake. With a soft thud he placed a oval object, swaddled in damp rags, atop the chest that held the ice.

 

The fork lifted to her parted lips, letting her chew the piece of steak slowly as she glanced at her text.

 

“Haw ded et go?” She asked as she chewed without looking at him.

 

The sea water dripped from him, pitter pattering onto the stone floor. “I don’t know why you breed those things.”

 

She chuckled and sipped her water, as a certain guard captain screaming in the distance about how huge his arms would be after the workout, then looked towards him. “We all have our reasons for what we do. Are you wishing to rest before you continue?”

 

“No.” He replied. “I’ll take the Servant’s task next.”

 

She set her fork down and swallowed the bit of food slowly. Her eyes scanned over the bit of text on her page before turning it and moving from the table to the map.

 

There her finger drew to the right of their location, heading into the mountains of the East.

 

“The Servant. Leadership. Wisdom. While we are all servants to His will, He has given those that put all of His desires and goals the gift of the Silver light to show their dedication. Those that stand before the Darkness unwavering in their faith, shine such a light on this realm. Their guidance and knowledge of the past and faith have led us to where we stand today and light the path for us to walk on our own tomorrow.”

 

Her head turned towards him as she tapped the Eastern Mountains of Ceru. “There you will find the symbol of the servant that you require. But I suggest you let the guard captain rest. Perhaps bring a moon priest with you this time.”

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

“You’re a lot heavier than I thought.” Gray grumbled.

 

His feet dragged on the rocky terrain as he climbed the mountain side. His breaths short and quick as the orange fuzzball weighed heavily upon him.

 

“What yew expect Tepah to do? Tepah is blind. Tepah cawn’t climb mountains.”

 

“You’re not blind anymore!” He huffed, his feet sliding on some of the loser gravel. “Stop playing the victim.”

 

A low growl would be heard from behind his ears causing Gray to sigh as he continued to climb the mountain.

 

His trek was perilous, filled with dire slopes and pitfalls. The added weight of the Tigrasi upon his back gave no reprieve either, but he soldiered on until reaching the top of the highest peak.

 

“Awm, this is a good spot.”

 

With ease the Kharajyr hopped off of Gray’s back, but in the process knocked him to the ground.

 

“And why is that?” Gray muttered from the ground, standing slowly and brushing the gravel and dirt from his robes. His eyes looked up, only to double take at the sight before him.

 

There on a large rock, the Tigrasi sat cross legged. In his hands were a cup and saucer made of fine china. He tipped a beverage from it slowly, his pinky extended slightly as the breeze rolled over his fur. “Good spot to drink.”

 

“You’re not suppose to be drinking. You’re suppose to be helping me find the symbol.” Gray growled, his frustration showing.

 

The Kharajyr’s eyes narrowed and looked down upon Gray. “Sit down before Tepah makes the cawb sit.”

 

With a huff Gray relented, folding his legs in a similar fashion and sat upon the ground.

 

“Good. Now, you seek a symbol of servitude, yes? One of wisdom and leadership?”

 

Gray nodded.

 

“Then we wait.”

 

“For what?”

 

“For her.”

 

The afternoon drifted by as they sat in silence. The Tigrasi occasionally sipping from his fine cup and Gray staring at him with frustration and disdain. Soon, the sun began to set and night creeped over them.

 

“We’ve wasted the day!” Greek shouted. “We’re suppose to be searching for this symbol and you’re just sipping your drink!”

 

“Hush, she approaches.”

 

“Who?!” Gray turns his head like an owl in the growing night, searching for this person.

 

“She.” And with that the Tigrasi lifts his paw above his head and points towards the silver moon.

 

“The moon? What about it?” Gray asked.

 

“You seek wisdom. What better person to learn from than one that has existed since the beginning? One that watches over us all as we sleep, One that watches our dreams, and the One that shines brightly in the darkness of the night?”

 

Gray looked from the Kha to the moon that shined brightly above them, then lowered himself back to the ground.

 

“Alright, I’m listening. Enlighten me.”

 

The Kharajyr’s tail swayed behind him as he began. The silver moonlight shined brightly down upon them that night as words of wisdom were taught.

 

The rocks around them began to glow brightly with time, a certain moss that seemed to shine in the darkness.

 

The talks went long into the night, the orange fuzz ball’s wisdom being bestowed upon Gray, for the last time in his life.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

His steps were somber as he approached her. He was tired, exhausted truly, after spending the night learning what it meant to sacrifice, what it meant to lead, and what it meant to be reborn.

 

He placed the stone next to the swaddled egg quietly.

 

She turned the page, nearing the end of her book, and looked up at the stone.

 

“Everything go al-”

 

“The Knight.” He said, cutting her off. “The Knight’s path, please.”

 

Her eyes moved from the stone to his, searching them for something. Once found, she moved to the map without another word and began to drag her finger to the left.

 

“The Knight.” She began as she dragged her finger tip. “Guardianship. Protection. Those that value the lives and values of those around them are gifted with the golden light from our Lord. Putting ourselves in harm's away, time and time again, to ensure that this realm is protected from the relentless Darkness.”

 

Her finger stopped moving, pressing upon the Western Badlands of Ceru. “This is where I taught you how to remove taint, where we go to prevent it from spreading throughout the rest of the isle.”

 

He nodded slowly, staring at the location.

 

“Darkness is forming there. You must head there and fight back the abominations that seek to spread it. I believe you’ll find your symbol of the knight while out there.”

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

His sword clattered against the blades of darkness.

 

Horrid grunting, horrid screeching.

 

The Badlands were misnamed. These weren’t bad lands. This was hell.

 

No matter how many abominations he slayed, they continued to come from the shadows, gripping at him, choking him.

 

However, with each slain beast, a broken hilt or blade of golden origin fell to his possession.

 

Soon, he had quite the collection and with the night closing in, Gray carried his trophies back home.

 

He placed the swords on the table, the sack shifting loudly. “I think these can be of some use.”

 

“Most certainly.” She said as she turned to the final page of her book. “They are powerful magical blades. Though, they’ve been tainted by the Darkness. We can purify them though.”

 

“How?”

 

“We’ll need a fire that’s extremely hot, like our righteous flames. But one that has dealt with this Darkness for some time. You’ll have to head further into the Badlands where the volcano resides. There, an ominous obsidian pillar sits in the center of the volcanic mountain. Obtain some of the lava that entraps the dark column and prevents it from spreading. That should do the trick."

 

The heat was intense.

 

The heat was painful.

 

The heat was deadly.

 

The pillar stood before him and the darkness reached out to him. Perhaps the lava and flames of the volcano were truly battling the darkness, for while the shadows attempted to whisper in his mind, the constant pain of the heat broke their spell.

 

Regardless, he fought the desire to give up and bent his burning legs towards the ground and placed his container towards the mystical fire.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

With labored breaths and slow movements, his body weight being pressed upon his staff, he trudged into the hall.

 

Her nose wrinkled at the smell of frostvine and blissfoil, noticing a thick paste covering the skin of his legs and arms, his clothing having charred away.

 

She closed her book and placed it in her satchel.

 

“Is that it?” She asked, moving from the table and taking the container from him.

 

He replied with a tired nod.

 

“Very well. Let us bring all of the items to the Forge of Light.”

 

His energy suddenly rushed through him once more at her words. “You mean, I’m done? I have everything? It’s time to create my weapon?”

 

She nodded and carried some of the belongings upstairs, leaving the door open for him.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

“This will take time to smelt.” She remarked, placing the bits of broken blades and hilt into a smelting pan atop the mystical heat source. “As they smelt, the darkness will be released and devoured by the flames. You’ll be left with a purified ingot.”

 

“And for the other things?”

 

“We can begin to work on them now.” She produced another smelting pan, but instead of placing metal within it, she reached for the beeswax. “These need to be melted down as well.” She moved them onto the forges surface, letting the heat from below work its way into the beeswax.

 

She pointed to a shelf of four cylinders, high on a shelf. Gray nodded once more and reached up to procure them from their perilous height.

 

“Now, we need that rope from earlier.”

 

Gray reached down into the satchel and pulled out the coils of rope which were swiftly cut into four equal pieces. A single piece was then placed into the center of each cylinder, hanging in the middle.

 

She reached for tongs with her mitts on her small hands and lifted the pan of beeswax from the forge’s surface. In its liquid state it bubbled and simmered as she carefully poured an equal amount of the wax into each cylinder.

 

“Are we….?” Gray asked, watching the procedure and slowly realizing what was being made.

 

She nodded slowly as she put the wax pan down and moved her tongs to remove the golden purified ingot from the forge.

 

With a thud the ingot fell from the mold, now having time to cool and harden. She lifted it and heaved it next to the final gray candle that they had created.

 

“Alright, the rest is for you to do.” She remarked, gesturing him before the four candles they had created. Before each candle was a single item he returned with and he looked confused.

 

“Place your hand upon the first symbol you retrieved.”

 

His bruised and bandaged palm moved upon an icicle.

 

“Now, close your eyes and picture what the aspect of purity means to you.”

 

His heavy lids fell over his eyes as darkness invaded his vision. His mind reeled, looking back upon his life, his journey, and his goals. He imagined a time when he was young and experiencing things for the first time. He imagined his first embrace. He imagined the feeling of the Light running through him for the first time. He imagined the beauty of the frozen North after leaving the cave with the ice in hand, looking at the sunrise reflecting on the snow to create a beautiful display of lights.

 

As his memories played, the icicle began to respond. A white light, similar to the one he found that night began to shine from within the object. As he continued to recalls such ideas, the light began to snake up his arm.

 

“Now, move your hand to the candle before you.”

 

His eyes opened slowly and looked from the white light upon his arm to the gray candle before him. Slowly he reached forward and took hold of the wax, and as he did, the white light slipped down his forearm and seeped inside the candle.

 

With a sudden burst of white light, the candle became pure white, as beautiful as freshly fallen snow.

 

“Very good, but we’re not done.” She instructed and pointed towards the remaining symbols.

 

~ ~ ~ ~

 

“Is….is that it?” He asked nervously, his chest heaving as he revelled in the feeling of all four lights flowing through his form.

 

Before him stood four candles: one of pure white like freshly fallen snow, one of deep blue like the depths of the sea, one of mystical silver like the rays of moonlight, and one of shining gold like the blessed blades of old.

 

“You’ve created your first weapon against the Darkness, Gray. Some call them the Four Pillars, others simply refer to them as the Four Lights. But truly they are yours to call as you please. They are your creation, a part of your journey, past, present, and future.”

 

Her hand moved to her satchel, unbuttoning the top and moving her hand inside. Slowly, she procured her book that she had been reading. “But no one simply picks up a weapon and is a master. No, you must learn how to use this hidden art.”

 

She dusted off the blue cover that had the image of a stag imprinted in the center and passed it to him.

“Now, you’ll learn how to use the Four Lights.”

 

Spoiler

Thanks for reading some fun Clerica questing, RP, and lessons.

 

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((I like this, it gives Sutica some character and personality. I'll bring my doctor around to join in someday :)

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7 hours ago, ChumpChump said:

Meanwhile Mylas moves things from one chest to the other

Galahad does the same

[Daisy 9736]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.