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Snatching Zka into my embrace I sink us into the shadows, moments later a mountain of flesh in the form of an ice dragon flattens the forest we had been standing in only moments before it then lets out a truly thunderous roar that I imagine is an expression of extreme anger. Not long after other massive creatures and even several armies from up around the angry dragon and they all begin growling and yelling and roaring at each other. It may be my imagination but to my mind it seems they are having a very heated argument in a variety of languages,and everyone is becoming increasingly angry as it seemed no one could understand what the others are saying. Likely no one involved could comprehend any of the others languages.
Just as I think these kaiju and armies are about to begin an epic battle, and I'm wondering how I can protect Zka while killing them all, a humanoid suddenly appears in the air above us. Instantly silence falls as everyone looks up as the new comer begins chanting a spell using all six of its arms.
“Spellweaver. We need to flee!”Zka cries out in a shocked whisper. We can't flee, if we leave the shadow vault I've hidden us in all the hostile things out there would notice and I cant shadow travel from within it. And though I am confident I can kill them all I cant guaranty her safety in such a battle. I tell her this and she breaths out and back in before quickly explaining that the Spellweaver above us is the most powerful being in this world, even all the mighty beasts gathered are afraid of it, and if it is here then the army it commands must be nearby. My appraisal tells me the average level of those gathered is 2650 while the spell weaver is at level 5893. We seem to be trapped in a gathering of all the most powerful independent forces this planet has to offer, who else has yet to appear I wonder.
“Comprehensive communication.” the Spellweaver finishes its spell. “Ah there, now we can all speak together.” This voice comes from the radiant dome spread by its magic. “I am Nar-aract of the spellweavers. You will all be silent or dead and gone. We will await the rest to see who among those gathered has so many spawn shards and how they managed to unify so many so quickly.”
Amazingly the rest all shut up and sat down, not long after the rest began to arrive. Soon enough twenty two others appear, and surprisingly three show up together and are joined by four others, lastly a mindflayer joined that group. Zka says that that group will likely try to save us if we reveal ourselves.
“And now that we are all gathered tell us what I wish to know.” Nar-aract commands before continuing, “Worry not I guarantee your safety for the duration of this circle.” this was followed by silence until I broke it.
“Why should I reveal my secrets when you all show up with such blatant hostility and obviously violent intentions?”
A new voice belonging to a monstrously huge metal man with horns both shaped like and emitting lightning asks, “Who is it in that shadow vault? It seems almost crafted by an actual shadow creature.”
“This world has no shadow beings as decreed by the Seeders when they built this forge.” declared the granddaddy of all doom tortoises, it is easily four times the size of any of the ones I have previously encountered.
Before I can say anything, the mindflayer steps up and tells the story of my visit to his territory, when he finished his tale there is again silence. Before it has a chance to stretch on he continues, “This person hatched in the goblin maze one hundred days ago, nine days later he began to systematically explore in a spiraling pattern stopping only when attacked to slaughter his attackers and to somehow create clones of himself using his own severed fingers. Several species have investigated this mass extinction of all life in the region both mindless and sentient. None are left mindless or sentient between the goblin maze and our city or in a circle with a radius equal to that distance this was all accomplished within fifty days of that guys hatching. Multiple methods have been used to to scry for the location of the missing shards and all have been taken by the same being. After a brief visit to our city this pattern continued in a vaguely straight line to right here.”
Yet another silence descends after the mindflayers statement before several voices overlap, “The prophesy” only to be interrupted by Nar-aract. “Silence! That topic is forbidden outside of the hall of the Seeders Rule.”
At this moment the timer counted its last and something like a swarm of microscopic fish entered my shadow vault. That should be impossible. A second later beams of blue light rain from the sky and carve a three hundred meter deep and 5 meter wide trench around all of those gathered. This is followed by a beautifully musical woman's voice. “I am the star ship Blasphemy. Back away from my captain or die. You have ten seconds to comply.” every being present quickly fled outside of the trench except for the ice dragon.
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“I demand that the shards be ha....” he was interrupted by a blue glimmer before a brain that surely belonged to him suddenly appeared directly in front of his face. Before he even hit the ground my shadow vault was somehow dissolved by those microscopic things that had invaded it. There was another blue glimmer and suddenly a three hundred and ninety meter tall bipedal hook handed creature was standing protectively over Zka and myself releasing and angry mechanical chirping, and a succubus was standing before us.
The succubus smiled at me and said, “Greetings captain. Now that your safety has been secured what are your orders?” Wait this is the voice that declared itself the star ship Blasphemy.
“Situation report.” seemed like a good idea so...
“That damned asshole Qua'quee'quox tried to assassinate you using an unknown tech. He managed to escape but we recovered the tech and analyzed it. We realized that it transferred you somewhere but didn't kill you, and since you were still alive we tacked the path of the energy and came to get you. We almost didn't find you since you are no longer human but your life signs are some how deeply embedded in your new and vastly more complex pattern. The rest you have seen for yourself. Don't worry about Qua'quee'quox, he is unlikely to survive his wounds and even less likely to long evade the blasphemites. Also the charter had been signed the day before we set out to recover you so there are no pressing matters.”
Okay, that explains a lot while remaining quiet vague and raising many questions, although it does cause me to remember my human life on Earth up until I first met Blasphemy, however when I glance at the giant standing over us I experience a mental montage of my experiences with the kaiju named Gigan. I can”help but smile at these new memories of events leading up to the last moment of my human life. To think I had and now some how once more have such a loyal ship and shadow. That weapon that Qua'quee'quox hit me with must be the reason I woke up in an egg on this mostly hostile planet, but how is such a thing possible and why would my friend who appears frequently towards the later half of my memory montage try to kill me? “Blasphemy alter pursuit parameters in relation to Qua'quee'quox, observation only. How was my funeral? Did I have a funeral?”
Blasphemy smiles before saying, “You did, it was nice. Your corpse is now feeding a multifruit tree in the back yard of your childhood home.” I fill her in on my adventures here before handing her all of the spawn shards and fragments I have that are not required to complete my and Zka's spheres. Then I pulled out mine. Zka though visibly nervous pulls hers out shortly thereafter, and I have her explain the shards usage to Blasphemy. I give the order to Blasphemy to make sure Gigan gets a set before she does as she thinks best with the rest. Three of the sets promptly vanish in a blue glimmer before we begin fusing our sets to craft complete spheres. Once the spheres completely fuse they begin to glow as they floated gracefully up to our foreheads before melting into our glabellas.
When the chime sounds an audible gasp can be heard from the gathered forces who had been watching us from outside our freshly made yet dry moat, then the thousand toned voice declared, “Orb of creation restored. All ability scores multiplied by nine. Trait acquired. Eternal. Followers restored orb of creation. All stats double once per orb. Mission complete. Rewards pending. Missions acquired... 1 await the arrival of the powers behind the world. 2 investigate the war.”
Before I can say anything Blasphemy begins to laugh, “hahahehehe. That was quite interesting, signals composed of a thousand voices all saying the same thing universally translated, sent I believe to everyone in this universe. Captain you received the longest, those of us who bonded and restored the orbs of creation received a message stating, 'Orb of creation restored. Access to menu acquired. All ability scores multiplied by nine. Trait acquired. Eternal. Mission acquired. Await the arrival of the Seeders.' every other person in this universe received the message, 'Orbs of creation restored. Brace yourself and make ready.' These messages came from outside of time and reality as we know it.” She paused, looked around and asked, “orders captain?”
First I introduce Zka'thlaroea to my ships AI interface android and my shadow Gigan, then I begin to lay out my thoughts. Blasphemy politely stops me with a raised hand, “Captain knowing you Zka is now a member of the crew and so I recommend that you both equip blasphemites before we continue seeing as how we are surrounded by potential hostiles. The bio-boosters can wait until we are back aboard.” She the held out what looked to be a marble sized cloud to each of us. Zka hesitates only long enough to see what I do before also taking the small cloud and swallowing it. As I swallowed it I received a notification.
“Paired bond established. Soul servant acquired. Soul servant gains subclass.” Soul servant? What?
Oh a soul servant is an entity with whom I share a superior/subordinate relationship, absolute mutual trust, and a paired bond, it allows for us to share each others skills and traits automatically and independently.
It is then that Nar-aract, the mindflayer, and the lightning horned giant slowly and peacefully lead the representatives of the various species to with in a polite distance before announcing that they heard the voice of the Seeders and they wish to know who I am and what I intend. The voice had never before spoken on such a vast scale and other than giving a mission to survive only ever tells about personal growth, skills acquired, magic learned, and class gained. I look at them and say, “First I am going to go home and enjoy some chocolate milk while petting my dog, then I will process everything that has happened in the last hundred days, then we will contact you. Do what you must, in ten hours you will hear from her.” I point to Blasphemy and we vanish in a shimmery blue flash.