Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The Kingdom of Megis was currently entering an interesting phase in their society. They were growing more and more interested in their colorful and unique past. What sparked such a revolution in their thinking? The discovery of ancient ruins found all around the country. Ancient texts, artifacts, and evidence of "fabled" civilizations were found in various places. The Imperial Court Mages, the scholars of Megis, were divided in half. While one half of the mages chose to keep their current jobs and titles, the other half of the mages were appointed the new title of Archeologist, and given a very unique job. It was their job to use their vast knowledge of history to explore these ruins and recover whatever they could find within the confines of the ancient walls. That was only a part of the reason they were chosen for the job. The other reason? Their ability to read the ancient language.
Not even the nobility was fluent in the old language these days. The only reason mages were was because they used the ancient language to chant spells. Using the current language, for some reason, didn't work when it came to spell casting.
Thankfully, one of the many artifacts that were found in one of the ruins recently was a device that had been used in the old days for transport. It was built of mechanical parts, but it levitated when just the right amount of wind magic was applied to it. This made crossing the long distances between the Royal Capital and the ruins much easier, and much faster.
Once such machine was touching down outside of a cave at this very moment. The door of the vehicle opened and out stepped a man who appeared to be somewhere in his early twenties. His dark brown hair was short, yet messy, his bangs, hanging down to just above his eyes. He took a deep breath, then slid a pair of glasses on his face. He turned and reached into the device behind him and grabbed a bag as well as a long black staff. There was a metallic symbol at the end of the staff, and from it originated several long, intricate silver patterns. He wore the Imperial Mage uniform, a pair of white pants with an intricate white, black, and gold coat, a cloak that was black on the inside, white on the outside, and trimmed with gold around the seams, and a pair of knee high white boots. Of course, the seal of the kingdom was worn proudly on the back of the cloak. His name was Alden Rios, and he was an Archeologist.
Alden headed towards the entrance of the cave without a word. Instead, he was surveying his surroundings, checking for signs of monsters or animal life. Strangely enough, he could see nothing out of the ordinary here, not even so much as a wolf's paw print. Something isn't right here, he mused. As he stepped into the cave, his lips began to move, silently chanting a spell. He taped the end of his staff against the ground, which caused an orb of light to appear above the top of the staff. Magic sure was convenient.
He ventured deeper into the cave, perhaps about fifty yards before he finally came across an odd display. It appeared as if the entire are of the cave beyond this point was sealed behind a large, white stone slab. Beside the staff was what appeared to be the statue of a woman with an inscription on the pedestal where she stood. Alden placed both of his hands on the staff, then slammed the end of it down through the dirt and into the ground. He couldn't hold it and examine the seal. Now that he freed his hands, he was free to use them to as needed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a brush, which he used to removed the dirt from the inscription so that he could read it.
Once he was finished, he read the inscription to himself, frowning as he finished. "That. . .doesn't make any sense. If this is as old as it looks. . .there's no reason for such blatant errors in the spelling and grammar unless. . ."
Alden took a moment to examine the inscription several times over before it struck him - it was a spell. The letters of the words were mixed up and the word order was switched around. He tucked the brush away, exchanging it for a small book and a pen. He flipped the book open to the nearest page and began to write. There were several possibilities for the correct wording of the spell. He wrote out every possibility he could think of, then, starting from the very top, he tried them all out. The first five didn't work, but the sixth one produced some. . .interesting effects to say the least.
He could feel the earth beneath him rumble, debris started to rain down from above, and then came a blinding light. The unsealing process was successful, but just what did he unseal?
Not even the nobility was fluent in the old language these days. The only reason mages were was because they used the ancient language to chant spells. Using the current language, for some reason, didn't work when it came to spell casting.
Thankfully, one of the many artifacts that were found in one of the ruins recently was a device that had been used in the old days for transport. It was built of mechanical parts, but it levitated when just the right amount of wind magic was applied to it. This made crossing the long distances between the Royal Capital and the ruins much easier, and much faster.
Once such machine was touching down outside of a cave at this very moment. The door of the vehicle opened and out stepped a man who appeared to be somewhere in his early twenties. His dark brown hair was short, yet messy, his bangs, hanging down to just above his eyes. He took a deep breath, then slid a pair of glasses on his face. He turned and reached into the device behind him and grabbed a bag as well as a long black staff. There was a metallic symbol at the end of the staff, and from it originated several long, intricate silver patterns. He wore the Imperial Mage uniform, a pair of white pants with an intricate white, black, and gold coat, a cloak that was black on the inside, white on the outside, and trimmed with gold around the seams, and a pair of knee high white boots. Of course, the seal of the kingdom was worn proudly on the back of the cloak. His name was Alden Rios, and he was an Archeologist.
Alden headed towards the entrance of the cave without a word. Instead, he was surveying his surroundings, checking for signs of monsters or animal life. Strangely enough, he could see nothing out of the ordinary here, not even so much as a wolf's paw print. Something isn't right here, he mused. As he stepped into the cave, his lips began to move, silently chanting a spell. He taped the end of his staff against the ground, which caused an orb of light to appear above the top of the staff. Magic sure was convenient.
He ventured deeper into the cave, perhaps about fifty yards before he finally came across an odd display. It appeared as if the entire are of the cave beyond this point was sealed behind a large, white stone slab. Beside the staff was what appeared to be the statue of a woman with an inscription on the pedestal where she stood. Alden placed both of his hands on the staff, then slammed the end of it down through the dirt and into the ground. He couldn't hold it and examine the seal. Now that he freed his hands, he was free to use them to as needed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a brush, which he used to removed the dirt from the inscription so that he could read it.
Once he was finished, he read the inscription to himself, frowning as he finished. "That. . .doesn't make any sense. If this is as old as it looks. . .there's no reason for such blatant errors in the spelling and grammar unless. . ."
Alden took a moment to examine the inscription several times over before it struck him - it was a spell. The letters of the words were mixed up and the word order was switched around. He tucked the brush away, exchanging it for a small book and a pen. He flipped the book open to the nearest page and began to write. There were several possibilities for the correct wording of the spell. He wrote out every possibility he could think of, then, starting from the very top, he tried them all out. The first five didn't work, but the sixth one produced some. . .interesting effects to say the least.
He could feel the earth beneath him rumble, debris started to rain down from above, and then came a blinding light. The unsealing process was successful, but just what did he unseal?