An: Ah, welcome welcome, one and all, come on in, lets have a ball!
For once i have little to say here...so butts.
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Now, onto the story!
Chapter 2: Destruction and Creation
Sitting down on the old sofa, he exhaled, deciding this was going to be a long ass explanation. "You see, in my land, Uuu-"
"You mean Ooo."
"Say that again and i'll throw you out a window." he growled.
"But your saying it wrong! It's Ooo. The doughnut shaped letters." he said, trying to explain why he thought the large smithy was wrong.
"No, you fool. Uuu. Like the...Horseshoes." he tried to reason on Finn's level, mentally wondering how this was who the pendent picked.
"Oh...i see now."
"Anyway...In Uuu, we are all mages, wizards, that sort of thing. The great Hero saw to that, giving us the spark of power once more." he said, waiting for the questions.
"Spark of power? Great Hero?" he said, almost salivating at the word hero. He loved tales of Heroes, and this ' Great Hero' sounded pretty mathmatical.
Shaking his head, he tried to answer. "The spark of power is what allows someone to draw energy from themselves, and use it cast magic. Mana, Chi, Chakra...the names for it are limitless. You see, Humanity forgot these abilities, various people of power damning practitioners, and eventually we all forgot. But, the Great Hero Found himself in the possession of one of the four greatest Artifacts in all of the dimensions themselves; a piece of the Regalia, The Pendent of Fire. Your universe probably has something like this, some sort of magical jewellry-"
"You mean the Ice King's crown?" he spoke up, almost forgetting that he could speak, so intent on hearing the story.
"Hm? You have a bearer of a Regalia? Tell me all, young one."
Finn began rapidly speaking, telling him of everything that he and his brother had found out about the mad monarch.
Scratching his beard, he frowned. "Poor fellow. He might be useful, i suppose. But we will get to that in a minute."
"Now, the hero was one of pure heart, and as such, could wield it without it corrupting him, like the crown did to that fellow Simon."
"Wait, why do these Regilia-"
"Regalia."
"Regalia corrupt? Are they evil?"
Laughing, he shook his head. "Far from it, me boy. The regalia created the very universe! From what we have gathered, the Regalia were created by something or someone. Or multiple of those, actually...And used to create life itself. However, their power was so great that they created four dimensions. The other two are dead, apparently. And as time has aged, more dimensions have been created that exist between the four."
"Math! But...why do they corrupt?" he asked again, watching the smithy seem to realize he went off topic.
"Oopsie...guess i'm going a tad insane, eh? The Regalia do not corrupt on purpose. Each one holds diminion over the four aspects of life: Body, Soul, Heart, Mind. The crown affects the mind. Whoever simon was, he was a very great mind to have not been destroyed by it's power. Now, back to the point..."
"The Hero was able to wield it without problems arising, and it gave him many things; Mastery of Fire and all magic, immortality, a great beard...And as a hero, he stopped what i believe your universe calls "The great mushroom war". Because we averted it, Humanity was saved. Eventually, all nations and goverments were replaced by a single power; The great hero. He did not choose this, but his followers who quickly formed did. Eventually, he taught all of life one of the three great magics: White."
"White? Whatcha mean, old man?"
Glaring at the old comment, he continued. "There are three great magics. White, which governs protection, healing, Knowledge and Life. Black Governs Death, control, Destruction and Power. And the final is Grey: It is neither Life nor death, good nor bad. It simply is pure power. None can wield it, at least none to date. When you practice White magic, it changes you. Stress becomes less noticeable, hatred diminishes, and love flourishes. As such, our society was perfect. Until the event occured."
He wanted to ask, but found himself not wanting to ruin his story. Again.
"The event, was the mistake and folly of man. Some explorers uncovered some very tainted artifacts, which-"
"What are artifacts?" he spoke, suddenly cursing himself (the curses being 'butt') for speaking up.
"Artifacts are things of power, me boy. The wielder can tap into it and use it, even if not magically inclined. Unlike us, which draw on our own power, they draw on the power of the very dimension, which is limitless in itself."
"Now, the artifacts were of black magic. Very black, the kind of black when you look in the dark and can't see anything. One of them attempted to use it, and ended up unleashing a plague of undead. The black magic began to spread, many allowing it's tainted coils to wrap around them. Eventually, War occured. The white mages, with the power of the Hero, drove them to another land mass, and sealed them all there. Not all of them were imprisoned, and as such, Necromancers and the like still show up once in a while."
"However, about 150 years ago, or so i have been told, the Hero departed. No sign, no trace of him. Luckily, the goverment in which he had created was easily kept under control, but the people mounred his loss for months."
"It seems, however, that his Pendent had been laid to rest, and that the reason why i am here is just that. Some foul Necromancer had stumbled across it, and the bumbling idiot attempted to take it's power. Unluckily for me, me and my wife were in the blast radius of what happens when a moron attempts to screw with powers greater then him. But, some strange man had- Nevermind that bit. Long story short, boy, We need to get you to that amulet before whatever is left of that moronic Necormancer gets it. It wishes you to be the Great Hero."
Far, Far away, in the midst of the crater left from the Mushroom war, the entirety of the mutagenic filled hole lay burning, a creature of power near limitless lay, patiently waiting for his power to grow, before going to claim back what he had found; the Regalia.
