Ethaendra: Rise of the Storm Mage

Chapter 2: The Lightning Rod

Youngwood City Library
Youngwood City
Arlon
Afternoon

This is my most cherished site in the city, because of the decent luxury and the education it all administers as complimentary. Dazzling ornaments and towering bookshelves are found around the library. Gold plated chandeliers dangle at the ceiling, truly aesthetic paintings are displayed on the walls, luxurious tables and chairs are pleasantly organized, and an astonishing tapestry lies on the floor.

I generally read books and scriptures about the remarkably mysterious places, because such writings make my adventure senses tingle. I was able to explore most places I had knowledge on.

I'm unwinding in the ambiance, and seemed bored for having no fresh books to dig in. The archive room was left open, and I resolved to enter, unattended. This area is the adverse of the main library. Cobwebs linger on the edges of the room, bookshelves are dusty, and scraps of paper scatter on the floor. The only source of light was the window, glowing faintly from sunlight, while the rest of the room is murky.

Such a shamble, and I am driven eager to investigate. An isolated book stole my attention. I seized it off of the cobweb and blew away the dust. This writing insinuates an old legend.

I cast a ball of light. I flipped the cover page. Written is "Legend of the Storm Mage." This is a certainly interesting piece of literature, considering the content-

Legend of the Storm Mage

"Once upon a time, during the early days of Ethaendra, there abode a tremendously powerful sorcerer. This man had dominion over the electric elements. He is capable of calling upon thunder storms at will and striking down lightning bolts at precise locations.

The shock is so powerful that most victims can be left paralyzed, if the bolt was not intense enough to settle the killing blow. Such arcane is eminently precarious, and is only gifted upon this man, who was loyal to his oath and served the safety of Ethaendra for his lifetime.

Time dragged on, and the master storm mage hereafter turned languid and old. He wishes to descend this power upon another being worthy of it. Imbuing all of this power into a crystal, he crafted a mythical scepter. This is depicted as the Lightning Rod.

The destined one wielding the rod can acquire the unspeakable power of the master lightning mage. He who wields such arcane is capable of wiping out a legion by himself. He who wields such arcane is destined to become a legend, a champion. And he who wields such arcane is bound to become savior when holocaust arrives.

The rod is believed to be kept within a mysterious place. Only who can solve this poem will crack the case---

Deep down the world is kept a scepter
The one destined to find shall be granted massive power

If you desire to seek
You shall go on an adventure
Somewhere near a creek
Cuts a deep open fissure

Down, down the depths you shall descend
Down, down the aphotic part
A chamber is within the furthest end

Upon sensing the magic
You shall know you are near
Volts are caused by creatures of static
This is excruciating, yet do not fear

Go and walk towards the light
Prove you are a worthy knight
The lightning rod, you now can acquire
The fate of Ethaendra is on thy desire