[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/LTe8hGW.png[/img] & [h3]Regulus[/h3] [/center] Regulus sighed. His Sylvans need the ability to speak in order to function as a society, and yet his power reserves were beginning to run dry, and this would not be the best time to invite Promus over. He took some time to think about this situation, taking consul from Yggdrasil. "Aurum" he called, and the young golden Sylvan ran into Yggdrasil's chamber. "You wish to see the world of you creation.", to which the young Sylvan nodded. Regulus paused, before taking his spear and gently tapping it on the Sylvan's head. "You will be my ambassador to the other gods. I need you to go and speak with Promus." he paused, thinking of his poor choice of words. "He should grant you and your siblings the gift of speech craft. Once he does, ask him what he would have you do for his gift." Aurum, newly appointed as a hero, absorbed every word that Regulus said, and simply nodded in response. Regulus sighed, and handed him his sacred spear, Anhur. "Use it well." he said, waving his hand teleporting him back to Galbar into the cave of his creation. He slowly walked out of the cave, looking around curiously, and when he did, a flash of divine light flashed from the spear like a signal flare, causing a nearby griffin to come to him. He felt the words of Regulus guiding him, "Take the griffin to sky. It will lead you to where you need to go.". a saddle appearing on the back of the griffin. Aurum nervously got on. He had seen griffins before, but this would be his first time riding one. As he did, the griffin took off. The journey was not a quick one, swift though the griffin was. But as it beat its wings it surely made progress, and after some time it brought its rider to the volcanic plains of Phlegra. Below it could be seen the lumbering cyclopes, some sleeping with a stillness that might have made one take them for mere rocks were it not for the fire and smoke of their slow breathing. Some of the other cyclopes entertained themselves through throwing stones the size of a horse's head or by wrestling with one another. But the griffin ignored them as it made its descent towards the rough seashore, and Aurum found himself landed upon a basalt pillar beside Promus. The Sage seemed so fixated upon the waves that he had hardly noticed their arrival, but the griffin's tumultuous landing was enough to draw his attention. The robed figure of Promus turned to look upon those who had sought him out, and Aurum was faced with a [url=https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3851/14278005129_a47bb8bfa2_b.jpg]visage[/url] that resembled a bird's and yet had eyes of intelligence. Aurum looked around this strange environment with curiosity, though the robed figure immediately pulled his attention. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the figure, but it was most certainty interesting. And apparently this was where he was suppose to be. He held the spear tightly, and was holding it upside down as he had no idea how to use a spear. He wasn't exactly sure what he was suppose to do, so he just began to tap the point of the spear on the ground as if would do something. That action was met with a quizzical look from the god, but then curiosity took hold and he approached. [color=skyblue]"That weapon is not of your make,"[/color] he finally spoke. [color=skyblue]"And yours is a magnificent steed. Have you come to bear the message of Regulus?"[/color] The hero paused. He was not fully sure the answer to that question, or even how to do answer it. He started by nodding, and then shaking his head. Aurum stopped for a moment, and looked confused how to answer that question. [color=skyblue]"Of course. You bear his spear and his steed, so clearly he holds you in high esteem. You are worthy of words, so have them. Take them."[/color] Each breath left the avian beak of the god and manifested as clearly and as thickly as smoke, even in the warm salt-air by the sea. They all came to rest upon an outstretched palm and coalesced into a single breath that Promus offered to the Sylvan. Aurum took the smoke, and brought it up to his face to look at it more closely, as he did, it begin to enter his nose and mouth. He instinctively began to cough, but once it was over. He felt something strange well up inside him. He looked at the god, and began to sputter out words, "Regulus... sent.. me." after another cough, his words began to flow more naturally, "Regulus sent me to ask for the gift of speechcraft for my brothers and sisters in his domain, and in exchange, I am to preform a task for you." he said, puffing out his chest and lifting up the spear. [color=skyblue]"That gift is easily given, so it shall be yours in good faith, O Envoy of the Lion and Hand of the August Lord. But if your master offers one favor in exchange, I will gladly take it; two dozen griffins to guard the peaks of this land will be enough to settle any debt."[/color] The hero paused for a moment, wondering if this what his master had meant when said he would do a favor for him, but the offer seemed harmless enough. He took the spear, and held it into the air, and once again a flash of light erupted from it. The saddled griffin remained still, but Aurum gave his insurance, "They are coming." [color=skyblue]"Then your side of the bargain is upheld. Take this to your kindred."[/color] For many minutes Promus exhaled, and this time he conjured from the air a small pouch to contain his long breath. Then it was done and a divine syllable allowed the pouch to levitate its way towards the griffin and nestle itself within the beast's mane. [color=skyblue]"I think that there will be enough for all of them, but little to spare. It will last for their lives and manifest within all of their descendants unto perpetuity, but if so much as a breath is stolen or gifted unto others, one of your kind and his lineage may be forever without a voice. So guard my gift closely, honored Envoy."[/color] Aurum nodded. "Thank you." he said, as he went to get back on his griffin, a light spread from the sacred spear engulfing him and the griffin, and then he vanished. He reappeared in the castle, already ready to leave once again, but first he gave his brothers and sisters the gift of speech-craft. [hider=Summary] [list] [*]Regulus empowers the Sylvan known as Aurum, thus creating his first hero. (-1 MP) [*]Aurum is then promptly given Regulus' spear and teleported to Galbar with the mission of finding Promus and asking for the Sylvans to be granted speech. [*]Aurum rides a griffin to Phlegra and finds Promus being moody by the beach after his encounter with Krosus. [*]A quick deal is made: Promus gives Aurum the ability to speak and then gives him a bag of speech with which he could enable the other Sylvans to speak, and in exchange Aurum uses Regulus' spear to order two dozen griffins to Phlegra as a gift to Promus. [/list] Regulus Level 4 1 Might Left 2/8 to Level Aurum Heroified : 0 Prestige +2 Prestige for being in a post +2 Prestige for being in a collab Total Prestige : 4 [/hider]