The Font of Unspeakable Things & The Cold Jewel

[Smaw 2368]

The Font of Unspeakable Things

 

At first he was nowt more than a speck of grey on a vast canvas of beautiful, motley inks. A meager entity in the world, he scrounged for the tiniest morsels of truth life could offer, distraught by the recognition that deceit and betrayal were the roots so common in men; a realisation that would spurn him into action. Alas, however, it is difficult to judge that which suckles at the teat of those who preside above you in stature and strength... 

 

And yet, a humbling position indeed, to look toward your peers and spark the first embers of ambitions flare.

 

 

If his domain were truth and judgement, then he would surely scour the lengths of the world in search of that which remains hidden, clandestine in quarters where unspeakable things are best kept. And like a collector of trinkets, he uncovered one by one the many things of the world that had been forgotten and cast aside. His insatiable appetite for knowledge would lead him to the very corners of existence, to lands where the Gods had battled and raged, where the fabric of space itself had been torn asunder, and all remnants of an era long gone lingered with incredible energies.

 

And it was one such scar that perturbed even he; a mass no larger than Aegis, that hurtled through the abyss with no noteworthy appearance to the naked eye. To the observant, the truth of this unusual asteroid was rather clear, in a sort of uncertain way. It was of considerable note, but for what reason remained unknown from such a distance. And so he did descend upon the stygian world, enraptured by his curiosity.

 

It was almost devoid of life, save for the crimson petals that scattered the land mass in every direction. Far reaching and immeasurable, they clung to the slimy surface of grey rock that comprised the landmass, a reflection of an equally dull sky that seemed pervaded by a thick smog. The waters that lay strewn across the world in various pools were stagnant; mostly, were it no for the occasional bubble that seemed to break upon the surface.

 

And yet in one of the many corners stood defiantly a font, a towering construct of rock that in truth resembled more a totem than what it actually was. He looked upon it, and before long his hand was upon it, and not long after that, his sanity was stripped from his very core as an unimaginable number of languages and teachings etched into his mind; those that were not entirely decipherable, and yet offered and indescribable language in the various symbols that etched upon his soul.

 

Ixli had become more than he once was, at the terrible cost of exactly what he once was. Transformed into an unstable entity of omniscience, a new, desperate quest had fallen upon him. A hungering search for sanity, a means through which to cast his knowledge upon the world, one that would sadly never come to the fruition he had dreamt of in a purer state. For now he was hindered by a precarious mind, unable to enact his inheritance upon the world, unable to control and judge that which needed to be condemned. Instead, he would contribute toward the chaos. He had little choice.

 

(Ixli's form suffering the corruption of The Font of Unspeakable Things)

 

The font is the source of all unspeakable and otherworldly arts that plague the very essence of life. Feats and capabilities that are, but were never supposed to be. It is where the early iterations of Dark Shamanism had spurned, and all of the wrongdoings in the mortal realm that had no source or meaning. It is a remnant of an unholy conception, a congregation of power that was left in the forgotten recess of the Universe.

 

It is maddening indeed, to all who come across it. It drains those who touch it of their stable minds, spurning them into an arduous and never ending quest to trade what they have learnt for the sanity of their victims. It is from this font that Ixli was birthed into the entity that he is today, and it is in his departure from that terrible world that he brought with him a relic of horrible potential.

 

Indeed, it would seem strange for a font to produce a flame. Yet, perhaps it is the stranger things in the world that beget the strangest things. For when Ixli pulled away from the font, he was engulfed and tortured by iridescent flames; one of which soon settled into the appearance of an azure fire, absorbing those around it. Ixli would work hard to contain the flame within a sealed environment, for it appeared to have extremely negative effects upon his spiritual energy. With this in mind, he tossed it into the mortal realm, safe from its unrelenting danger.

 

The Cold Jewel

 

 

The Cold Jewel is an azure jewel that appears to contain dancing flames of the same colour. It is a fire that does not harm mortals or flesh, and instead feels quite cold to the touch; unless you are a spectral or spiritual entity. For those that are of a more ethereal composition, the flame burns wildly, and with such force as to eradicate them from existence in the way a normal fire may reduce a tree to ash. 

 

Interestingly, this flame may be harnessed by those with knowledge of Fire Elementalism. However, it will draw upon the mana of the Shaman more keenly than to use normal spells, for the Shaman will be unable to rely on minor Spirits of flame; since they too would be damaged by the properties of this strange magic. Instead, he must rely on his prior knowledge of fire and how to shape it, and will allow the Cold Jewel to access his mana and quite literally burn at his reserves as it is in use.

 

This drains the mana of the wielder quite quickly, and is unable to be used after half an hour of IRL time. It will take some time to be used again as the Shaman wielding the Jewel must restore his mana reserves. To use this item beyond the limitations of the IRL period is to cause the Jewel to then burn into the Soul of the Shaman, causing them to die a quick and most agonising death.

 

Red Lines

 

- Requires knowledge of Fire Elementalism, and works in line with the corresponding tier they are operating at

 

- Cannot be used for longer than half an IRL hour without resulting in player death

 

- Does not harm Descendants, Animals, or anything other than Ghosts, Spectral Entities and Spirits and exposed Souls

 

- Cannot be broken, melted or destroyed

 

- More as I think of them/based on response

 

Edited August 9, 2017 by Smaw

[Man of Respect 5436]

1 hour ago, Smaw said:

The Cold Jewel is an azure jewel that appears to contain dancing flames of the same colour. It is a fire that does not harm mortals or flesh, and instead feels quite cold to the touch; unless you are a spectral or spiritual entity. For those that are of a more ethereal composition, the flame burns wildly, and with such force as to eradicate them from existence in the way a normal fire may reduce a tree to ash. 

 

Interestingly, this flame may be harnessed by those with knowledge of Fire Elementalism. However, it will draw upon the mana of the Shaman more keenly than to use normal spells, for the Shaman will be unable to rely on minor Spirits of flame; since they too would be damaged by the properties of this strange magic. Instead, he must rely on his prior knowledge of fire and how to shape it, and will allow the Cold Jewel to access his mana and quite literally burn at his reserves as it is in use.

 

This drains the mana of the wielder quite quickly, and is unable to be used after half an hour of IRL time. It will take some time to be used again as the Shaman wielding the Jewel must restore his mana reserves. To use this item beyond the limitations of the IRL period is to cause the Jewel to then burn into the Soul of the Shaman, causing them to die a quick and most agonising death.

 

Does this means that I can use it?

Is it a singular unit or there are plenty?

[Smaw 2368]

On 8/9/2017 at 11:52 PM, Man of Respect said:

 

Does this means that I can use it?

Is it a singular unit or there are plenty?

0

 

 

If you have access to Fire Elementalism, sure.

 

It's one item, so it can't be reproduced. 

[ski_king3 0]

Under review, expect a verdict in about a week.

[ski_king3 0]

This lore has been denied.

 

It was deemed problematic that elementalists could suddenly purge all spectrals, especially without any real reasoning for why that makes sense being given. Also, while this might just be odd wording, the lore seems to imply that all dark arts comes from the font. It's cryptically worded, and seems to intend to sneak in things. Likewise, an object like this could be submitted as a MArt.