[h2]Collab between Rtron and Scarifar[/h2]
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-Vestec comes to Ferghus about some sort of tournament and offers to let him in on some action. 
-Ferghus agrees and gives Vestec his addition to the prize of the tournament. 
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Ferghus had been experimenting with some of the soul gems Astarte had given him when he felt an all-too-familiar power breach his protective field. Ferghus was not expecting anything good to come of this, but who knows, maybe there was the slim chance he was wrong. Returning all his metal guardians around Mt. Vulcan into his forge, Ferghus himself appeared in front of Vestec via flaming pillar. Ferghus crossed his arms and greeted coldly, "Vestec. How unexpected. To what do I owe this... [i]pleasure[/i]? Have you come to actually pay that debt you owe me?"

"Nothing like that, my dear forgemaster. I'm still waiting for you to do something because I refuse too. Unless you not doing anything is your answer to me not paying your debt? Clever, I must say! Regardless, I come here to ask you to add something to a book." Vestec summoned the Morello Nomicon to his hands. "I'm not sure if you were aware this existed, but it's a book of spells and boosts that Arguis created. He gave it to dear old Aztoc, the mortal who prayed to you a short time ago. Aztoc is dead, but I took the book, tweaked it's boosts, and added a few spells of my own. I was wondering if you would like to add a few spells, boosts, what have you, of your own to it? I'm going to visit all the remaining Gods and ask for them to do the same." Vestec held up a forestalling hand. 

"Before you immediately say no, I'm not going to just give it to one of my followers. There will be a tournament. Each God will be asked to create an arena of their choosing, and they will all be connected. I'll then summon all the Heroes, Demi-Gods, Aspiring Champions, Ruthless Mercenaries, anyone with the guts really, to this Gauntlet. They have one simple goal: beat everyone else to the prize of this book. They have to survive the arenas themselves to, obviously. The winner gets the most powerful artifact known to mortals. No one is favored. If one God makes it easy on their followers in their particular arena, the next or previous Gods can easily make it easy on [i]their[/i] followers in their arena, assuring that no one has but one purposely easy trip to the goal." Vestec giggled, almost clapping his hands with glee. The white symbols on his palms, the only thing forever the same color on his body, flashed.

"What do you say, Ferghus?"

Ferghus gave this matter quite some thought. He was certainly not expecting something like this. A tournament for a book of spells created by gods. His initial impulse was to say no. He didn't feel like this would involve any sort of profit for him. However, he held his tongue from refusing. The more he thought about it, the more that it felt appealing. Ferghus could come up with several different ways to get some profit out of this. Battle and conflict were great ways for a forge master like Ferghus to do just that. The only sad thing about this was that Ferghus never spent any time trying to make any Heroes or Demigods, or anything of the sort. Of course, there was Rejys and Robbie, but they had their own jobs to do. Ferghus then made up his mind. 

"Alright, Vestec, you got yourself a deal," Ferghus said. "This sounds a bit too interesting for me to just leave alone. Let me see that book." Ferghus then extended his hand to Vestec, palm upward. 

Vestec giggled in joy. "Nice to see we have a deal." The Morello Nomicon floated over to Ferghus, landing in the Forge God's palm.

Upon possession, Ferghus opened the book and began flipping through it, skimming over what exactly was in this book. Most of it could prove useful at some point in time, but it seemed more like a waste of time and effort if he tried to use this book. Then again, this was something meant for a mortal to have, so it shouldn't be all that surprising. Ferghus placed a hand on an empty page, and small trails of fire traveled down his arm into the book. Instead of burning the book, which normal fire would've done, the fire instead burned inscriptions onto the page, as well as a few more pages afterward. To Ferghus, they were pretty basic enchantments and spells, but for mortals, they would prove to have powerful and terrifying effects. Once the deed was done, Ferghus closed the book and handed it back to Vestec. "There, that's my addition to this book of yours," Ferghus said. "I'll be looking forward to this tournament of yours." Ferghus then grew stern and added, "Next time, however, don't just barge through my barrier and grant yourself access."

"I'm the god of Chaos, Ferghus. Barging through things is what I do. Besides, you wouldn't have heard me yelling if I had yelled from the barrier." Vestec's colors coalesced into a smirk, before returning to their normal chaotic mess. The God took the Morello Nomicon, giving a slight bow of gratitude to the Forge God. "See you when you have to start creating your arena!" With that, he was gone.