The shadows released a resounding chorus of giggles as Raiha spoke to them. Raiha Shadowplayer! They rang, dancing and springing along the ground. “All types of Shadows have their own personalities. These are just a sample of the world that you’ve now come to connect with. Not all of them will be as amiable, and will need a touch of persuasion should you want worthy information from them,” The Night-Mother explained, “But the test has yet to come.” She walked toward the gates of Sanctuary, and gestured toward the road that led into the Sea of Grass, “There is a creature out there who devours my Shadows, placing them in a perpetual state of non-existence. It’s threatening my realm and the secrets these Shadows harbor, and every night more are lost. It’s called the Halival, Shadow-Eater. You will show your worthiness of this gift by slaying the monster and ensuring the safety of my Shadows, if you fail, you will perish.” There was a pause as Raiha absorbed this information, “It’s not a creature of this world. Just another freak accident conjured by the wizards who inhabited this place long ago. But the least that I can do to aid you on this quest is give you a weapon that can strike what no other mortal weapon can. The Halival is not your typical abomination.” In Akajia’s hand a sword was conjured, the blade was obsidian in quality, and the hilt was simple, with a blue triangle engraved onto it. She handed the sword to the Akontak, “The Sulvanon will grant you certain powers but at the cost of your stamina and possibly your life. When you see the opportune moment don’t hesitate to strike with it.” Akajia stepped away, “There is a follower of mine who dwells in Riverfall who may point you in the right direction and tell you more of this creature you seek. I will be awaiting your victory.” The Night-Mother sunk into the pool of darkness beneath her feet, and was gone. |