Darkbloom
Storm King of Superheroes
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Elias watched as the elder entered, his trinkets clinking like a wind chime caught in a storm. The flickering glyphs on his accessories were definitely reacting to something, and Elias had the sinking suspicion that something was him. Fantastic. Always nice to know he had that effect on ancient mystical artifacts.
He sat up straighter as the elder spoke, nodding politely as the man laid out his observations—Elias was a scholar, an outsider, probably not of this world (which, wow, way to just say it outright), and somehow, despite his general lack of divine credentials, had uncovered knowledge that had eluded even the highest members of their order.
And then Vivian chimed in, because of course, she did. Like a hero to us, she said. Elias had to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder and make sure she was talking about him. Maybe there was another Elias lurking in the archives. One who actually was a hero and not just a guy who liked old books.
But no, the compliments kept coming, followed immediately by a request. A dwarven mine. Untouched for two thousand years. The words alone were enough to stir a deep, almost primal excitement in his archaeologist’s soul. But Elias knew better than to let that excitement show too soon.
He leaned back slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, just to be clear,” he said, “you’re telling me that after spending weeks trying to decode prophecies, accidentally setting off whatever weird reaction your artifacts are having to me, and—oh, let’s not forget—being an outsider who has barely wrapped his head around how things work here, you now want to take me into an ancient, sealed-off dwarven mine?”
There was no hesitation in their expressions.
Elias sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, well, let me just run a quick checklist in my head: potential treasure? Check. Potentially dangerous relics? Check. High probability of running into some long-forgotten horror that wants to eat my face? Big check.” He exhaled sharply, drumming his fingers on the table. “This is how people die in horror stories, you know. First, they ignore all the warning signs. Then, they disturb something that should not be disturbed. Then—bam—cursed forever, eaten by a cave monster, or trapped in a time loop. And yet…”
He closed the book he’d been reading with a thud and looked at them with tired resignation.
“...I am an archaeologist. And if there’s one thing we’re good at, it’s making questionable life choices in the pursuit of knowledge.”
Elias pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself. “God, I should’ve just been a librarian.”
Then he sighed again, finally nodding. “Fine. I’ll come. But if we do unleash some unspeakable horror down there, I just want it on record that I called it.”
Bacon is fluffy
He sat up straighter as the elder spoke, nodding politely as the man laid out his observations—Elias was a scholar, an outsider, probably not of this world (which, wow, way to just say it outright), and somehow, despite his general lack of divine credentials, had uncovered knowledge that had eluded even the highest members of their order.
And then Vivian chimed in, because of course, she did. Like a hero to us, she said. Elias had to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder and make sure she was talking about him. Maybe there was another Elias lurking in the archives. One who actually was a hero and not just a guy who liked old books.
But no, the compliments kept coming, followed immediately by a request. A dwarven mine. Untouched for two thousand years. The words alone were enough to stir a deep, almost primal excitement in his archaeologist’s soul. But Elias knew better than to let that excitement show too soon.
He leaned back slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, just to be clear,” he said, “you’re telling me that after spending weeks trying to decode prophecies, accidentally setting off whatever weird reaction your artifacts are having to me, and—oh, let’s not forget—being an outsider who has barely wrapped his head around how things work here, you now want to take me into an ancient, sealed-off dwarven mine?”
There was no hesitation in their expressions.
Elias sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, well, let me just run a quick checklist in my head: potential treasure? Check. Potentially dangerous relics? Check. High probability of running into some long-forgotten horror that wants to eat my face? Big check.” He exhaled sharply, drumming his fingers on the table. “This is how people die in horror stories, you know. First, they ignore all the warning signs. Then, they disturb something that should not be disturbed. Then—bam—cursed forever, eaten by a cave monster, or trapped in a time loop. And yet…”
He closed the book he’d been reading with a thud and looked at them with tired resignation.
“...I am an archaeologist. And if there’s one thing we’re good at, it’s making questionable life choices in the pursuit of knowledge.”
Elias pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering to himself. “God, I should’ve just been a librarian.”
Then he sighed again, finally nodding. “Fine. I’ll come. But if we do unleash some unspeakable horror down there, I just want it on record that I called it.”
Name: Elias Vaughn
Age: 34
points available: 0
Strength: 11
dexterity: 32
mana: 61
mana sensitivity: 32
aura: 11
aura sensitivity: 12
luck: 51
titles:
boon: super archaeologist: gain wisdom from ruins easier and higher rate of technique and artifact acquisition.
inventory:
5 gold
Age: 34
points available: 0
Strength: 11
dexterity: 32
mana: 61
mana sensitivity: 32
aura: 11
aura sensitivity: 12
luck: 51
titles:
boon: super archaeologist: gain wisdom from ruins easier and higher rate of technique and artifact acquisition.
inventory:
5 gold
Bacon is fluffy
