Between These Pages Mar 16, 2023 7:41:28 GMT -5
Post by Nervan & Friends on Mar 16, 2023 7:41:28 GMT -5
|| Nervan’s PL: 12,000 ||
|| Prophos’ PL: 2,000 ||
The Furnace of Eight Divisions, a large, divine object of seemingly unknown purpose, housed within the sacred magical Mount Five Element. Not many were brave enough to make their way through the mountain itself, as it was full of perilous magical deterrents. That said, it was often a cakewalk for practiced magic users to be able to make their way through these trials and venture deeper.
Today, at least two individuals braved the flames, winds and other roadblocks to make it this far. Those two were Nervan and his friend Prophos. Having just recently arrived by the Furnace of Eight Divisions, the two decided to set up something of a campsite. Prophos conjured a stone campfire and brought a large pot to put on top of it over a grill before lighting the fire. “It shouldn’t take too long for the soup to cook.” Prophos gave Nervan a thumbs up, but they had drawn their focus to the Furnace rather than the campfire. Prophos sighed. “Still thinking about that Konatsian city, are you?”
Without breaking their gaze from the mysterious structure, Nervan nodded. “Mm.” Perhaps some ideas were percolating in their head on what to possibly do here? “You’ve been like this ever since my tome made mention of this place in relation to that city. Honestly, the way you get devoted to things scares me sometimes.” Prophos chuckled. Nevan shrugged. “Your tome hasn’t steered us wrong yet, we see no reason to doubt it now of all times.” Prophos wandered over to Nervan’s side, glancing over to the campfire every now and then. “True, I suppose that makes sense. It gave us another clue regarding that other book we have too. Quite the mystery, that one.”
Nervan held a hand up to one of his earrings and from within it, produced a tattered old book, the kind of one you would find in a dusty antiques store. “The one from the planet with that statue you are so fond of?” Nervan stated bluntly, causing Prophos to blush somewhat. “Y-yes, but you don’t have to specify that each time I bring it up!” He sputtered. “Correct. We do not. The consistency of your reaction is something we find very funny though.”