Godslayer Arc 1.5 Ordic

After dropping off Valen at the abandoned factory and leaving him with Jordis, Drakvar headed out once again that night. He still needs to find a way to cook the food so he can feed Jordis.

Now night has truly fallen, it is rather dark out as none of the street lights are on. Drakvar has no idea why that is the case. While some of them are broken, they are in the minority and most the street lights are simply lacking power.

The authorities don’t seem to care about this part of the city. I can’t help, but wonder if the Darklurkers are part of the cause or merely a symptom.

“Greetings,” says a strong, clear deep voice from Drakvar, causing the Kith to halt in his tracks.

“Not another fight!” Drakvar cries out in frustration, “I have already three fights today!”

“I shall not fight you if you don’t wish to battle,” replies the voice and Drakvar turns around to face the speaker.

The person has such an extremely odd and unusually appearance that Drakvar wonders if he is a warrior-spirit like Solara due to the similarities in appearance.

The person is just over three metres tall and is a full metre taller than Drakvar. He is very muscular and is huge, but Drakvar is sure he looks bigger to him than he actually is due to the difference in height. And like Solara, the person only has two arms and not four like a normal person.

The garments of the person are also interesting. He is wearing armour consisting of shining silver plates with a skin-tight undersuit made of a black sleek material. In his left hand, the person wields a very impressive looking sword.

At least it feels impressive to me.

The hilt is six inches long with a round pommel and a good grip. The crossguard is curved downwards towards the hilt while the double edged blade is roughly twenty four inches long. It lacks bright colour with a dull metallic hilt while the blade is a green tinted grey.

And while it looks oddly small in the hand of the giant person, Drakvar has no doubts that such a blade is very deadly.

In the right hand of the person is a silver curved heater shield with a dark green rim. It is about thirty inches wide and two metres tall.

“Ah, good,” mumbles Drakvar as he takes in the sheer imposing sight of the purpose, deciding 

without hesitation that this is one opponent he wouldn’t be able to beat, “I really don’t think I could take you if we did fight.”

“You could probably put up a decent fight, but no, you wouldn’t stand a chance of besting me,” replies the person, “Might I ask who you are?”

“I am Drakvar Blackborn,” replies Drakvar.

“And I am Ordic Sar’bargord,” replies the person as he inclines his head towards Drakvar, “I have returned to Lyatar seeking a Core of Oblivion.”

“A Core of Oblivion?” repeats Drakvar before he realises the implications at the start of the sentence.

Returned to Lyatar? How can he have returned to the planet... unless he has been off of it. Perhaps he isn’t native to Lyatar. It would explain his unusual appearance.

“Yes,” replies Ordic, “It is part of the power of a being that makes even the Four Divines pale in comparison.”

“The Four Divines?” says Drakvar.

“Never heard of them?” says Ordic, sounding surprised, “Did you lose your memories when you were Empowered then?”

“You know how I lost my memories?” asks Drakvar, this stranger growing stranger and stranger by the second.

“I believe so,” replies Ordic, “First I must explain something to use. When not connected to an Entity such as Oblivion, their Parts of Power shall seek how host from which to grow stronger from. This Core of Oblivion has chosen you as its host. When it did so, it must have erased your memories. A likely probability given the nature of this particular Core.”

“And what is the nature of this Core?” inquires Drakvar despite almost of all of Ordic’s words being meaningless to him.

“The Core is an Advanced Security-Neutraliser,” explains Ordic, “In effect it is one of Oblivion’s higher level and stronger Parts of Power and it is used to cull rogue powers. This one is especially significant as it has grown enough that it effects powers outside of those belonging to an Entity. So when Oblivion last tried to use it, I severed his connection to it using Gord’Ang and have kept it away from Oblivion. Now I have traced it here, to an old world that I have visited before.”

“When exactly did you last come to Lyatar?” asks Drakvar.

“According to the modern dating system, last time I arrived on Lyatar was in 24 BK and I left in 32 PK,” answers Ordic, “Since you lack memories, those dates are one thousand and thirty six and nine hundred and eighty years ago respectively.”

Drakvar is speechless for a moment as he tries to wrap his head around the idea of the person standing before him being over a thousand years old.

Then again, with my deficit of memories, I don’t exactly know how odd that is. And given that I have magic swords, battled a warrior-spirit and fought a guy with magic powers, this is actually kind of normal for me.

“So what are you going to do now?” asks Drakvar, deciding it would make the most sense to accept Ordic’s statements without questioning them.

“Now that I have determined that the Core of Oblivion has not fallen into the wrong hands, I shall visit some old friends,” replies Ordic, “I would like to see my son once again. Gord Dinn Drakvar Blackborn.”

And with that, Ordic turns and strides away from Drakvar, leaving the bemused Kith standing alone in the middle of the street.

***

After finding an old and abandoned portable stove at about an hour after midnight, Drakvar finally returns home to Jordis. Only he also finds Valen and Solara there.

But Drakvar feels a sudden surge of indignation as he realises that Valen is using his fire magic to cook some food for himself and Jordis.

“You sent me off to find a way to cook food and then you just have Valen cook for you?” grumbles Drakvar as he puts the stove down.

“Pretty much,” replies Jordis as she smiles at him.

“Tough luck,” smirks Valen.

Despite his annoyance, the tired and worn out Drakvar only gives a weary grunt.