Ash. The Legends of the Nameless World. Progression Gamelit Story
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He immediately remembered the name of the inn where they were to meet at the beginning of the summer — The Nimble Goose.
The wind began to blow, and the sky turned black for a moment.
“What is it now?” Ash lamented, sensing the presence of some otherworldly entity. “I’m not expecting guests today!”
“Master,” the swaying grass whispered.
“Ash,” the wind sang.
“Ash,” the trees creaked.
“Show yourself!” the mage barked.
A staff flew into his outstretched hand, and a blue flame flashed at the end of it. Ash sensed something incomprehensibly great and inexplicably powerful in the presence of the entity.
“Listen to the will of the Heavens,” the grass sang again.
“Show yourself!” Ash struck the ground with his staff and a wave of magic swept across the meadow.
“The Gods command you, Master,” the wind whispered. “The Gods forbid you.”
“Show yourself!” Ash shouted for the third time, and struck again with his staff. But the presence was still hiding in the leaves, the flowers, and the wind.
“Stay home. Forget the letter. The Gods forbid you. The Jasper Emperor forbids you.”
“Forbid me?!”
Ash’s eyes flashed with a fury that no mortal had ever seen before. Ash raised his staff high and drove it hard into the ground. A column of blue fire struck the sky. A wave of magic bent the distant trunks and turned the dilapidated house into splinters.
A small divine, a messenger of the Seventh Heaven, fell out of the wind. Looking like a teen dressed in brocade and velvet, he looked around in fear. Trying to escape, he suddenly realized that he was being held tightly by the throat.
“Tell your Gods,” Ash’s voice rang like thunder, and the fury in his eyes burned like fire, “that I’d rather declare war on them than obey.”
“Fool!” the divine squeaked, held by the power of mortal magic. “He’s... the... Jade Emperor...”
“To hell with him!” Ash snapped. “To hell with the Seventh Heaven and the Magistrate! The Gods have no power over me! Let them know!”
The divine, having bitten the mage, wiggled out of the grip and with a frightened cry rushed to the sky, taking with him the letter.
Calming down, Ash spat over his shoulder and began to get ready for the journey. Another big adventure was waiting for him.
Two months later
Ash was walking down the road to Relakan — a city on the southeast coast famous for the fact that it was the home of the outcasts and the scum of society. Brigands, bounty hunters, Ternites, heretics, bandits, and pirates. In fact, Relakan was a pirate port, which made Ash wonder why did his friends agreed to meet here.
However, all his worries were gone the moment he smelled the sweet aroma of his favorite drink. There was now nothing in his head but the taste of rum.
***
“By the seas an’ the storms!” swore the boatswain, who sat on the left of a tall, cloaked figure with a wide-brimmed hat.
In the Nimble Goose, even the bartender smelled of sea salt, blood, and hot steel. It was here that all the pirates of the Seven Seas, as well as those who wanted to become them, gathered. So the fact that the oak tables, nailed to the floor with heavy nails, accommodated a wide variety of people.
“To ‘ell with all ye!” the boatswain continued. “Kill’d by a landlubber’s bullet! A drink ta Ragged, but ‘e left us without our mage! May ‘e dance wit’ Davy Jones!”
“I doubt that we’ll find a suitable replacement here,” said the quartermaster and cleared his throat.
“Aye,” the boatswain agreed. “Sea take ‘em... Doubt we’ll find anyone on the level of that lad Ash,” the boatswain said and immediately bit his tongue. There was a belief, even though no one believed in it, that the sole mention of the “devil” would bring him to your door.
Despite the commotion that the two pirates had made, the cloaked figure remained calm. It stayed motionless even when one of the ship’s men plopped down at the table, hand around a drunken youth, whose hair was hidden by a black scarf, and whose bright blue eyes glowed with a drunken stupor.
“Look who I‘ve brought!” Motros hiccupped. “Claims ta be a good mage!”
The quartermaster leaned forward a little.
“Are ye sure yer a mage?”
“Ae sure am!” the young man exclaimed drunkenly. “A meg! A gud one! Quality! Yes!”
The three pirates exchanged glances.
***
“Get up, big man,” they squeaked in his ear.
Ash jumped to his feet, then grunted, his head ringing like a church bell.
“What?” he asked, puzzled, and almost screamed when he opened his eyes – Maverie, the princess of the flower fairies, was standing on the tip of his nose.
“Hello to you, too, big guy!” She pouted.
Looking around, the mage realized that he was on the bow of a ship. A ship sailing in the middle of a vast ocean. A ship with the flag depicting a skeleton dressed in rags – the emblem of Reiki, the most notorious pirate of the Seven Seas.
“Devils take me, I’m on a pirate ship!” he croaked.
“We are,” the fairy corrected him.
“Devils take us, we’re on a pirate ship!” the mage corrected himself.
Dolphins were playing in the azure waters, gulls were circling in the sky, the upper deck was bursting with life, and a man with gold earrings and a scimitar on his belt was walking toward him.
All Ash could do was hold out his hand and flash a confused smile.
“How interesting life is...”
Somewhere
The land didn’t know of the Irmaril’s hot light nor the caress of the cold Myristal. The songs of the forest elves were never heard hear, nor were the hymns of their dark brethren. The hammers of the dwarven craftsmen did not fill the air with a rhythmic ringing, nor did the groans and moans of troll-like creatures. No human had ever set foot here, nor did the freedom-loving orcs hunt about. No, there was no hint of life in these lands. There was only darkness.
Not the kind of darkness that was born when you put out a fire or went down into an ancient crypt. And certainly not the kind of darkness that had once filled the halls of Graven’Dor. Not even the kind of darkness that enveloped the nameless world when Irmaril went down behind the horizon.
No, it was another kind of darkness.
It was a living darkness.
A slumbering, hungry darkness.
And in the center of this miasma lay a granite coffin, on the lid of which was an engraving of a sleeping king. And while the first part of the legend was coming to an end, a thin crack was spreading across the stone.
The darkness was waking up.
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