Just taking a Gander

[Garza]

I was mad. Almost furious. I had been thought as a fool, and my men doubted my ability to perform after the two rescue missions that had taken place to get me. Even more so, I had wasted a good week of my time.

It was a week ago that I set out, knowing that if I were to go and gather the Omega Sword, I would rid my name of it's impurities. I gathered my gear, and set off to the mountain alone. The challenge? Sheer cliffs Kilometers high in the air, local beasts that would beat you down to protect the sword forged by the gods. It had taken me four days to reach the top. Using my physical strengths alone to climb, I was sore, tired, hungry, and filled with anger. Reaching the top, all that remained of the stories of a temple dedicated to the sword, an altar in which the sword was plunged into. and the souls of thousands of beings who had died trying to reach the top, were not there.

It was a lie. A lie was fed to me, and I was gullible enough to seek after it. When a man reaches for the stars, he often stumbles after a simple straw. Here I was standing on the top of the world, with nothing to show for it. I was fed a lie, and now I would make another. It took me three days to climb back down. This time I used the force as telekinesis to slow my descent in falling so I could move past obstacles with ease.

Once reaching the bottom, I broke one of the clips on my harness. On the last jump, I fell down on purpose to bruise myself up and break a few bones. I returned limping as others questioned me for not coming back without the sword. The ridicule was worse than before. I had given up on the sword, and backed down, rather than go after the sword until my death.

I shook my head as I now was currently standing in the Hall of Knowledge, the vast library where tomes, datapads, and other things filled with knowledge collected over thousands of years sat. It was here that I looked for knowledge, as well as Neth the Keeper. I would come to him in private, and pull the lying card out on him. The myths were giving us a false sense of hope, or it all was a lie. I would find out soon enough.

In the meantime, I still needed the sword.

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"],

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Pyrrha Nikkita"]

Soliael was where he always was, at the very center of his library.

The Librarium Eternus, as it was called within the faith, was supposedly eternal. It was said that the winding corridors and massive book cases stretched and wound around an entire planet, each one filled with novel after novel, scroll after scroll, and stone tablet after stone tablet. Of course this was not actually true, even Soliael could not manage such a thing.

Instead the Library was a massively powerful spell of Sith Illusion.

It was a spell that not even the most proficient Master could see through, since it was technically only a minor tweak on reality itself. While the library seemed to stretch on and on it was in fact simply shifting and changing around. Book cases moved. Scrolls shifted about, and massive texts appeared and disappeared.

It had taken some work to get it to appear just right, but after the years that had now passed Soliaels mastery within Sith Magic had allowed him to finally achieve perfection.

 

[Garza]

I looked around at the bookshelves as I passed them. Filled with different volumes over many things that pertained to this Galaxy. However, I was not here for those volumes. I was here for Neth. If he was not in the Library, then his mortal body was gone, or asleep to not overload it. But as of recent, I didn't know if he really was a God. If the sword that was Mythed to be there, was there like the many stories that were spoken of it, then I would have it in my hand and I would not have this lingering problem. Maybe I was just overreacting? Only time will tell.

Moving towards the Center, I could see a few people, but over the height of them, I could see the top of Neth's head. I sighed some relief as I could now talk to him. But I still had some of my breath held as I would be speaking to a god. As well, kind of calling him out on a lie that the sword was not there. Only I knew this information, and I would not share it with anyone else. Walking up to him. I was silent at first, and then bowing to him in a polite manner, "Neth the Keeper..." Grabbing his attention with his whole namesake. I wanted for a moment should he be working on something, and then spoke when he would face me, Even if he didn't "May I speak with you about the mythical sword forged by the Gods, those many eons ago?"

Waiting, I hoped he said that he would. Seeing as how I was the Right hand of Kalee, who is here in his Mortal world, where if I could not talk to Neth, then I would go to my major worshiping Goddess in the form of a Male, to speak to him since he was also in the creation process. Apparently.

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"],

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

[member="Pyrrha Nikkita"]

Soliael turned about quite suddenly, facing the young lady without a moment of hesitation.

He stared at her, instantly recognizing her to be who she was. The two of them had fought together before, and he had instructed her on some of the more base uses of the force. He smiled fondly, though she could not see it. His eyes drifted to the ceiling for a moment, then back down to her, as if he had spotted something important up there.

“The blade?” He mused quietly.

Something fell from the air, a scroll, or a shriveled up parchment that landed squarely between the two of them. It rolled on the ground for a moment towards Pyrrha, hitting her feet. He direct her to pick it up. Inside she would find a depiction of the blade, though no information on it.

“What about it?” Soliael was more than willing to speak to her about it, she had earned it after all.

 

[Garza]

Looking to the Aesir, he dropped a partchment, A scroll that was bound by a cord like many others within the library that was extensive and massive, picking it up as he indicated, I looked inside just a peek to see writings on the blade. As though he had held that just in case I should come for the blade. I looked at it for a moment when he continued. Asking me what I wanted to know. I looked up to him. An almost imposing figure simply because he was a god, and his larger stature than myself.

"I traversed the mountain of Exocron, and found nothing but dust and ice." I placed the scroll down on the cabinet next to me, continuing, "nobody has laid claim to have taken it, hence I ask, where might this sublime sword of the Moross be?"

Oif this blade of myth was hidden, then I would try to acquire the knowledge to seek after it, if not, then I would try my best to get it. I desperately wanted to prove that I was not a person that always wanted to be rescued on missions. I survived, but did not escape on my own. As a follower of Kalee, a patrion of battle, it was almost saddening. Leist my title of blade as well. I had my word, credit, and power within the crusade hanging in the balance of my next choices. I needed to make them carefully.

[member="Soliael Devin Talith"],