Reaching Magister Cultuum
Final Update
The delegation, reduced to less that half of its original size, had finally reached the tower, and after a short climb of the stairs, they entered the magnificent Ritual Chamber. By a single tome on a piedestal, Magister Cultuum stood.
His robes were the dark-green colour of the Alteration Tower, and gave no special impression. What gave a special impression was his presence. It was as if his mind filled the entire chamber, and his eyes glowed with a delight and obsession with his craft that was unparalleled even by the Caswellawn himself. This was a man who lived for his craft.
He welcomed them one at a time. First, Zombie Monkey, the Eye of the Caswellawn. The young man was clearly nerveous, and almost whispered the thanks he had brought from the Caswellawn.
Then, the Master of Divination, Winston Hughes, shook hands with Cultuum. He was treated as an equal despite the fact that Cultuum had summoned them all here.
"I see you have taken good care of those under your wings," the Magister said.
"Which is more than can be said about me. I look up to your dedication."
Winston bowed his head slightly in appreciation and let the next person enter.
Sepuku, the master of Elements, was also recieved as an equal.
"I hear you have done your part in destroying those that would do us harm and bring our hopes to naught. I congratulate you," Cultuum said to him. Honored, Sepuku entered and let the huge Flesh Golem come through.
Cultuum hesitated slightly.
"Thinking someone else could look after my tower is my mistake. I blame you not. The Ritual will take place, that is the most important." The Golem nodded, more out of discipline than of emotion, which it did not know of.
TheForestAuro, the Earth Archmage, now entered. His skin was still hard as rocks, and Cultuum bowed his head slightly instead of reaching out his hand.
"You have reason to be careful. I am glad you made it all the way."
Autolycus then approached, holding his newly aquired Sapphire Crown. Cultuum simply nodded and told Autolycus that the reagents were to be used later, and that he could relax, for now.
The Entropy Archmage, Backwards Logic, entered. Magister Cultuum measured him sceptically before reaching out his hand. "Although you may not have realized it, your powers have been of great help in catching those that would struggle against our cause."
Then, Civplayah, the Shadow Archmage, entered silently, and to many people's surprise, Cultuum embraced the nondescript man.
"You have been of great importance, Civplayah! I dare say it now, when your work is over and we are at the end of the road to a better future." Civplayah merely nodded discreetly, and entered, but a subtle smile played on his lips.
KingMorgan, the Sun Archmage, entered. Cultuum gave him his hand and said,
"I am glad you survived. I gather you owe this to The Life Archmage. Be sure to thank him properly." The Sun Archmage moved along a little bit disappointed to let Oyzar enter.
"Keeping an eye out for everyone?", the Magister asked rethorically.
"I'm glad you were able to create the Angel's Eye, but I am afraid we need to dissemble it for the Ritual components. It has served its use."
Hell_Hound, the Spirit Archmage entered. The Magister's face lighted up.
"Ah! Hell_Hound! What was it you said, 'never lose hope'? I am glad you can live according to your own words! Hope is essential for this project to succeed."
There was silence. The Law Archmage, Frozen In Ice, entered hesitantly.
"Come on in", the Magister told him.
"I understand you have surrendered your sword, and I will not hold grudges. Though, obviously, you will not take part in the Ritual, seeing as you are against it." Frozen In Ice had no reason to deny, and entered to sit in a corner, guarded by the Flesh Golem.
Then, the Ritual started. The eighteen reagents, The Willow Flute, the Vial of Dragon Blood, the Flawed Gemstone, the Ebon Phylactery, the Copper Ring, the Golem Heart, the Rusted Blade, the Metal Spike, the Mithril Longsword, the Hero's Girdle, the Eagle Feather's Pendant, the Sapphire Crown, the Snake Fang Necklace, the Sinister Trinket, the Diamond Jewel, the Silver Mirror, the Scaled Cloak and the Ancient Bone Knife had been gathered, but several of them had been discarded:
The Ancient Bone Knife, a sinister weapon that had it its time claimed the blood of Kylorin himself, was not used. It would have strengthened winter's grip on Erebus and done no good to the war against the Illians.
The Sapphire Crown was discarded aswell, its nature corrupted by the sinister mind of its original owner. They were creating a better world for everyone, not just the ones in control.
The Ebon Phylactery was discarded; it had only been brought because ZPV had attempted to use the dire situation for his own good and complete the Lichdom ritual, but he had failed and the empty vessel's dark charms were not wanted in the ritual.
The Vial of Dragon Blood was discarded; it represented the impulsive and the strong, a combination that was not only unwanted but also commonly recognized as traits of the Clan of Embers orcs.
And, after much consideration, the Hero's Girdle was discarded with the same justification as the Sapphire Crown. Magister Cultuum said,
"You have all proved your worth as heroes. Heroes are not created by magic, but by heart and by dedication. This, we cannot force upon Erebus."
Finally, the Ritual could be completed, and after a most exhausting process, a silvery globe expanded from the Ritual chamber to encompass first the entire tower, then Amure, then all of Erebus. It laid itself as tiny, dewy film on everything. Then, the Earth shook.
When they opened their eyes again, the World had changed. Very few changes had happened in the room, apart from the fact that Frozen In Ice was no longer tied up, but seemed not to remember his resent against the ritualists. He had sworn to uphold the Law of the gods and not change the world by magic, and in his world, Erebus had always been like it was now.
All the other members of the Delegation had also changed, although not as gravely. They were all wearing the cinnober-red robes of the Archmages of the Highest Circle, braided with golden thread. It was proof of their great deed, the favour they had done all of Amure.
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