A Duel of Champions, A Gods Spear, The Prize

General Summary

As you make your way out of town, a figure appears on the horizon, walking in your direction. As his silhouette steadily bleeds into colour you are confronted with a young, tanned male, flowing brown locks and grabbed in a variety of colourful sashes, he wields a weapon, bottom of the haft tucked behind his back, point tipped towards the ground, radiant energy flowing like a ribbon up his right forearm.
He points to you Aratheo, with his free left hand, static electricity begins to snap and pop in the air around you as sand particles begin to lift and slightly swirl around you both. You hear two voices as he speaks, one, distinctly matches the Nurian you have heard previously, the other a deep, resonating voice that seems to come from nowhere and yet everywhere, translating the speech.
“Hear me Great Ramses, Lord of Battle, I invoke Rashak Nasha. You who have freed me from my bonds, you will become the vessel. Upon your defeat I shall claim you. The Rahak Nasha has be invoked, Gods as witness.”
The presence lingers around you Aratheo, even though the challenger is no longer speaking, the second voice seems to be awaiting on something… An answer?
The ground around you begins to rumble, sand shifting and sliding as a seemingly ancient stone pedestal about 30ft in diameter begins to rise from the sands beneath the challenger’s feet as he ascends with it. It rises to the point where it is 10ft off the ground, glyphs and runes litter the outside of the pedestal, glowing in different colours.
Vanquished, again, this immortal champion of an age long passed falls to his knees, the final blow releasing the trapped soul within, free to find another host.

Report Date

23 Mar 2021