A blind pinball, that is the only way to describe the feeling of plunging into pitch black with small bridges of frozen water being shattered underneath my weight. Streams coming from the walls themselves created holes like a hornets hive with water being propelled at varying speeds depending on the slope of them. Once the water was released from those holes they would freeze, creating slide shaped ice bridges of differing size. Slowing my descent through the air with each high-speed collision. After hitting the third invisible obstacle, I tried to hold onto to the top of an ice bridge to stop my drop, not being able to wrap around it my arms landed fully extended on the sloped platform of ice forcing my legs to kick into the empty space underneath it, contorting my body into a half backflip before bouncing back into the shadows. Upon bouncing off the roadblock. My left elbow got dislocated making half the arm go limp. Spiraling chaotically with momentum from my upper body now acting as a centrifugal force like a windmill, rotating me faster midair. Gaining in speed more laterally rather than just straight down. Descending for two more seconds uninterrupted, while my head swung back around. My skull slamming into something HARD.
From that point, I couldn't tell if the fall ended then or if that was just when I lost my consciousness. Stemming from the crown of my head, warm damp liquid cascaded down my skull becoming cold ice at my forehead and below, telling me not only was there blood. Enough time had passed to let it freeze onto my face, and my normally six-centimeter-long spiky hair turned into icy matted wild dreadlocks. Finding myself lying face down in chilled water a centimeter or so deep. Awake and entombed within the body of the glacier itself, seeing only pitch black due to how far underwater this pit was. Drips of water echoing and bouncing off the walls out every few seconds, and the smell of crisp wet air were the only notification my senses were still functioning properly. Groaning from the effort of pushing up from a prone position with my good arm. Taking inventory of my body after the fall any other bumps and cuts were drowned out from my left arm gruesomely dangling, shooting pain up to my shoulder coupled with a slashed and damaged throbbing head. Unassisted movement was impossible until the noodle like appendage was dealt with. Even the act of trying to stand reassured me the arm needed to be addressed. Bluntly stated, I got fucked up from the trip down here. Having not been my first time getting seriously injured I shivered while taking off my overcoat exposing bare skin. Proceeding to tear my black undershirt with my teeth and good arm then forging it into a passable sling and entrusting my useless arm to this crude medicinal creation. I sat cross legged to assess my situation.
Well, if this isn't my fucking luck. Agatha may be unequally powerful warrior, even a water-based class but she's still a martial class. If she had multiclassed into mental at some point in her evolutionary path focusing to some form of specialized high-level ocean-based tracker there would be a very slim chance she could rescue me. The issue is all that meat head's class cared about was fighting and "the honesty of ice". My own personal bodyguard was only useful when she was in range to fucking help!
Counting the seconds of the inhale and exhale of my breath, I tried to calm myself and think. If Agatha knew I was missing she would need some kind of beacon or smoke signal to know where I was. But how long have I been unconscious? I didn't feel well rested, reaching up to touch the top of my head it was still actively bleeding so it's safe to assume not a lot of time passed, but enough time passed for my blood to freeze onto my face. Flinching in pain from the soft touch of my fingers, damn it, what did I even hit? The cut was oddly shaped like a small portion was a cut while most of it was a blunt force induced damage. How can I even climb out of this chasm? Looking up, I could see the orange tinted sunlight around fifty meters above me. Far enough up to see the light, but not close enough for it to illuminate my surroundings. How long until hypothermia kills me? As if on cue my teeth began to ceaselessly chatter careful to keep my lips closed to minimize the noise made. With the sense of sight gone, directional awareness was dependent solely on the pull of gravity. If my body hit a wall of ice at the speed the fall felt like the chances were very unlikely, I would walk away at all. Let alone with so few catastrophic injuries. So, what in the fuck did I hit?
The sound of large volumes of water sloshing around in the ocean outside of my frozen stronghold brought me back to reality, reaching into the darkness with my good hand wafting around in the dark hoping to find a wall or a grounding point, fingers hitting something metallic made me flinch and pull my hand back quickly and without grace. The cavern floor sloped downward from where I was standing making me miss my backward steps footing while panicked. The water slick ice floor force my foot to slip out from under me causing another fall backwards, inertia directing me flat onto my back. My leg kicked forward glancing what felt like a pole, landing squarely on my back with the sound of a pop. "FUCK... FUckkk... fuckkk..." echoed loudly off the walls, relocated from the fall my left arm hurt much worse. Good news is I could use the joint of my elbow if I desperately had to. What came next, felt like a lightweight metal broom stick landing onto my chest after what must have been a comedically slow fall. Grabbing to inspect it, a box of text appeared a meter or so in the air and just hung there. Not moving from the ground, I stared up and read it.
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[martial/mental/spiritual weapon-world tier] Staff of the Glacial Noble:
A metal pole that has complete immunity to all elements compatible with user's abilities. If it retains the last user's weapon of choice the ice has a sharpness and durability equal to that of world tiered metal.
Gives compatible wielders-
[mid tier]
[high tier]
(If wielder has an ice necromancer variant class)
+150 wisdom
+100 mana
the wielder can freeze moisture in their surroundings to create a focal point for mana in the shape and design of their choosing. this weapon that can be used to create a limited number of undead servants with complete loyalty, the creatures or humanoids quality upon using
(If wielder has a frost monk variant class)
+150 agility
+100 endurance
This weapon becomes in tune with the wielders flow helping to surpass your natural limits for speed and agility, the wielder freezes the moisture in their surroundings to coat the weapon entirely in ice of thickness of their choosing. While the weapon is
(If wielder is a blizzard knight variant class)
+150 strength
+100 endurance
The wielder can freeze the moisture in the air to turn this weapon into any two combinations of martial weapons, using either end of the staff. weapon types include great axe, spear, glaive, or quarter staff. can create
Before even having a moment to collect my thoughts after reading the walls of text in front me, the darkness gave way to a kaleidoscope of beautiful neon lights enveloping the room from bioluminescent plants and animals floating and swimming outside the crystalline room. Bright blue ranging from nearly white to as dark blue as deep ocean reflected off hundreds of fingernail to fist sized crystals in the room itself. Sitting up, using my knees the give me a foundation I got to my feet. Walking over and inspecting the glowing metals, they felt like the gems we mined at the work camp but the raw magic being released by them was a power unlike anything I had ever felt before. Not being able to even begin to grasp the raw power covering the floor of the room. Each color bouncing off the mirror like frozen walls to create a light show so gorgeous it was as if seeing a massive waterfall or bearing witness to a true blizzard for the first time. Mesmerizing beauty disguising immense and destructive power.
Bewildered, I continued investigating my surroundings, looking above, the only way out of this subzero pit would be to climb fifty meters straight up the water smoothed walls of my large jail cell. Directly in front of me was just an open space with minor streams starting from different paths and openings all over the walls, carving numerous paths to the lowest point which was where the staff was placed before being unceremoniously knocked from its small silver pedestal in the ice itself. Suddenly the room filled with bright yellow light coming from behind me. the glacier started rotating, having forgotten about the movement of the water just outside my icy refuge. The entire glacier moved and turned until I faced where the source of yellow light came from. A massive glowing yellow eye slitted like a snake the size of my entire body stared directly at me. Giant pupils moved slightly seeing me holding the staff. Hunching my shoulders together unknowingly trying to make myself look smaller I did the friendliest gesture I could think of... I waved with my slinged arm since the other was holding the staff. Narrowing its eye lid the massive six-meter head moved slowly drifted away into the shadows of the sea. Proud of my newfound luck and survival instinct I smugly went back to trying to find a way out of the glacier.
The water underfoot began to slowly vibrate, creating a pond version of the chaotic nature of open ocean with small choppy waves. Within a few seconds even my chest began to hum with odd pressure being pushed through my body. As quickly as it began the hum stopped and everything went silent. A loud THOOM sound was released from the darkness of the sea. A white glowing cone shaped beam began to travel at unmatched speeds seemingly from the ocean itself. when the glowing beam met the spherical icy wall, it fanned out around it becoming a blinding light trying to break into my sanctuary, for about five seconds the glacier was pushed backwards through the water with intense force. Making the water be moved forcefully around the glacier like a large boulder placed in the middle of a river as it was shoved back tens of meters by the raw force of the beam.