THEOS

Luke fell out of the roof, and tumbled head over heels through the air for minutes, before roughly landing in a pit of sand. Just barely managing to avoid impaling himself on his spear as did.
He thought dusting himself off, and looking around the room he found himself in. Brilliant red lava flowed down the walls, into a thick moat that circled the room, illuminating it with a soft orange-red glow.
Jutting out of the sand pit, was a thin silvery walkway leading to a large statue of the Empress. A statue fully cast from gold.
Arrayed along the way at equal distances were hundreds of pedestals, on top of each one suspended in air, was some manner of object. Weapons, armor, clothing, jewelry, rocks, jewels, vials of pills and potions, and strangely enough, a bunch of eggs. Eggs of every color and size that he could imagine.
Lukes eyes darted from treasure to treasure until he saw it. Floating in the middle of the room, between a sword and a black breast plate, was a wooden mask. Glowing in his vision.
Mask of a Thousand Faces
Securing his sword on his side, he fixed his shield to his back, sent his spear to inventory, and started down the path. Looking at each item with curiosity.
His eyes darted to the lava along the wall.
Is somebody there? I need help! Please!
Immediately Luke drew his sword from its sheath. Unconsciously slipping into the First Stance of the Sword, and regretting it immediately as his already expended mana was drawn even more. Making his head swim, and his knees buckle.
Luke ended the technique with an effort of his will, while he raked the room with his eyes to find the source of the voice. He didnt have to wait long, as a dirty blue-robed figure clambered out from behind the statue.
Len? Luke called out. More than surprised to see him.
Yeah. He bit out, clutching the stump of his left arm. Having lost it fighting a turtle a few days prior, and putting on quite the show as he did.
I thought you died in your room or something.
Funny. He bit out. I had some of the blue healing potion left in my room. It got me through. Just barely. Listen. I think the turtle was poisonous or something. My arm is starting to rot. Theres a potion on one of those pedestals, I think it's a Hero-tier healing medicine. I need you to grab it for me.
Luke frowned as he mulled over his request.
Why havent you grabbed it already?
I wanted to, but I got this first, he fished a small and spherical silver rock out of his pocket, and it wont let me touch anything else. Please, Ill die. He begged.
Luke thought to himself, feeling a headache coming on.
Do you think a regular healing potion will work? I have a few of them.
He shrugged his robe off over his shoulder. Revealing the stump of his arm. It was hideous. The end was bandaged in a crusty brown bandage, and tracing out from it were thick black and blue lines. Pus filled boils littered his shoulder and chest.
Luke winced as he saw the poor state Len was in.
Please. He begged.
You dont know what you're asking me. Luke looked away from him.
Here. Len tossed him the rock. I dont know what it is, it just caught my eye. It was here though, and it's valuable. Take it and give me the potion. Im begging you! He dropped onto his knees. Its a fair trade.
Why havent you left yet? You disappeared days ago.
Ive been trying to! There's this stupid thing here. Ive been feeding it my mana for days, but it's still not charged, and the closest place itll let me go is on the other end of the island. Its too far from anything I know. I dont want to die. Please. Please help me!
Luke reached into his pocket, and pretended to fish around for something. Sending the strange rock to the inventory at the same time.
He pulled his hand back out, revealing a vial filled to the brim with blue liquid.
This is the same potion we got earlier. I made it out of the lava without too much damage, so I didnt need to use it The letter said that if we arent dead, then this should do the trick, Luke reached back into his pocket, this time coming back with a vial of pills, and this is all the medicine I have.
Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you! He knelt down in front of him.
Luke walked forward slowly. On the lookout for sudden surprises. A few weeks of calm wasnt enough for him to forget that he was a killer in the company of other killers. Even with the Empresss ban on death, he wouldnt put it above the others to get greedy and do something stupid. Nor did he know how such a thing would be enforced.
His eyes landed on the mask as he walked by it, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he dashed forward and grabbed it before Len could get a word in edgewise.
As much as he didnt want to see the man die, Luke would choose his own life above someone else's. He would give him the potion because he liked to think that despite all hed done to get here, he was still a good person.
Here. Luke placed the medicine a few steps away from the kneeling figure. Scrunching his nose as the smell of rotting flesh and copper invaded his nose. Then stepped back, as Len crawled towards the vials.
Taking the moment to check the descriptions for the rock and the mask in his inventory.
Status | Skills | Quests |
Capacity: 325.6 kg of 10100 kg
Items:
Mask of a Thousand Faces
Tier - Hero
Reconstructs the wearer's skull to alter their appearance. Can permanently alter the pigmentation of skin and hair.
Aethonem Aquilam Egg
Tier - Mortal
An egg of a Burning Eagle. Descendant of a creature that has feasted on a Titans liver for millenia at the behest of Zeus. If hatched, it will possess strong regenerative abilities in addition to the inherited traits of its genus.
To hatch, soak the egg in the boiling blood of a Warrior.
Luke read over the description. The mask functioned more or less like Luke thought it would, but he was a little apprehensive learning that it would be rearranging his face.
Len pulled the cap off the Warrior-tier potion, and downed it in one big gulp, and in the next breath did the same with Mortal-tier medicine.
Luke watched him with a hint of regret, as his condition improved visibly moments after. His boils shrank rapidly every second, before disappearing entirely, while some color returned to his skin. Leaving him still looking sickly, but much better off than he was before.
Thanks Luke I O Then with a groan, his face planted into the ground as he lost consciousness.
Stepping over the Inner Disciples' prone form, Luke made his way to the statue before walking past it, barely giving the Empresss statue a glance.
Immediately coming face to face with an altar, engraved with a map of the archipelago on its surface. Jutting out just in front of it was a post with a button. Just like the one he used to call monsters in the arena.
He traced his eyes over it, committing as much of it as he could to memory, not knowing when he would have need of it again. His eyes eventually fell to a red dot on an nondescript tiny island that he assumed was his current location.
Walking up to the post, he ran his fingers over the surface, only mildly surprised when the map on the altar suddenly zoomed into a specific point.
Playing around with it, he came to realize what Len was talking about. Even though the entire archipelago was shown on the map, only certain parts, showing as green dots, were available as targets.
There was one on Carim like Len said, on the northmost tip of the Island. The opposite side of the island that he was currently on, and in complete wilderness to boot.
Cities and towns were marked with their own respective symbols. Although, Luke couldnt be sure that the map was up to date. The Empress had died three hundred years ago, and a lot could have changed since then.
He flicked through from island to island, and spot to spot. Not knowing what the right choice was. He was hoping that the Seed would give him a quest or some guidance, but it seemed content to let him make a decision without its influence. Suggesting that where he went didnt quite matter.
Eventually, Lukes eyes settled onto the largest island in the chain, as well as the one with the most cities.
Luke removed a few sheets of paper, and a pencil from his inventory, and scribbled down a copy of the map. His inhuman agility allowed him to draw a near perfect copy of it. Then for good measure, he zoomed out, and all the way and drew a rougher map of the entire archipelago. Carefully labeling each island as well as every town.
He navigated back to the island, and picked a remote looking spot a few dozen miles away from a river, along its western edge.
Waiting a second longer to give the Seed a chance to issue another quest, he pressed down on the button when it didnt.
A message popped up instead of a portal:
Insufficient Mana