In an underground complex several hundred meters below the earth, the greatest minds of the human race, or at least what was left of it, were plotting the course for future operations. The grim faces of the council members were etched in stone, brows furrowed and minds racing. Practically brainstorming through every possible action and reaction they could think of. Hours went by almost unnoticed by the council members, their desperation in this matter driving their physical and mental state to the very brink of their capacity. Long and hard, they thought only stopping to eat and drink, and even then their minds raced for the ideas that could lead to humanity's continued existence.
Hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, weeks to months and so forth until on one day when the wells of their knowledge were almost emptied, the answer appeared. It did n ot come from any sudden miracle, some prophecy or even from the council in which the fate of humanity weighed down on like a million tons. No. The answer came from a last resort, from the expansion of the complex, to the center of their world. The expansion was to secure a last stand for the humans, a heavily fortified bunker with meter thick adamantium coated steel plate walls, a self sufficient cordoned off world, seemingly invincible. In theory that was.
But before construction could even begin their efforts had brought them to a cave, massive beyond words. And in the center of the cave was the carcass of an ancient beast, the beast was a dragon lord, one of the most powerful beings ever encountered by the ancestors of the humans. But the dragon was not what was important in this discovery, for in the place that would have been the beasts stomach was an obsidian tablet.
Twenty meters tall and half that in length, the tablet radiated power and a sense of mystery, of secrets, of hope. And hope was what the humans needed most in this dark time. Scientist and Mages studied the tablet, the script that filled the entire tablet consisted of symbols and pictures in a language that they could not even start to understand. Nothing matched anything that they had found before and no language had any similarity. They had to start from scratch, in hope of one day discovering the secrets of the tablet.
Several years went by and no progress had appeared in the time they had devoted their resources to the tablet. The council eventually put their efforts back to the bunker now named "Aegis", but they had not totally given up on the tablet as a few people still studied it. One particular old man had been totally entrapped in the mysteries of the tablet and he had devoted the rest of his meager life to studying it. His coworkers did not share his mentality, instead they just did it because it was their designated job. The old man scoffed at these youngsters, none of them even approached half of his years on this earth. He worked diligently day after day, never giving up, even when the youngsters he worked with began pestering the council to let them help on the more "practical" construction of the Aegis.
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More and more years later, the old man began entering the last stage of his expected lifetime. And finally, he had a breakthrough. The blood and sweat he had poured into the translation of the tablet had payed off, and the first word of the tablet stood in front of him on his old fashioned chalk board. It read hope as it would be in the comparatively primitive language of the humans. He stared at the board for half an hour before he got his act together, he dialed up one of his oldest friends who had a position on the council and told him the news. The response was quick and flabbergasted as the council member rushed to tell everyone else. The council themselves all went to the old mans workspace and thanked him, and to witness the achievement he had made.
Studies began anew on the tablet, now they had a starting point, and the old man was there to teach the newer generations about it. For the last few months that he lived he helped others to understand the tablet, but eventually the old man fell sick. His students and friends came to see him, he smiled and laughed even as he lay there, dying.
And then, finally, as his eyes felt heavy and his heartbeat slowed, he spoke the one and only word that had yielded from his life's work. Rhuksei. The effect was immediate and unbelievable, power flooded out of the old man and rushed throughout the underground complex. The power touched all the people left from the human race and it filled them to the brim with a feeling, hope.
The old man passed away, but his legacy would live on forever as the man who potentially saved the entire human race. Statues were erected of the old man in the council hall and his name was taught to every child and adult who were still alive or were yet to be born. His name and title was, Gaspar Truthseeker.