Immediately chaos is unleashed within the weapon! I can't actually see what's happening but i find myself having to quickly retract my own Spirit as something claws at me!
Panicked I try dropping the weapon only to find I can't! Force, Blood and mental energy are drawn from me into the club through the cuts I've accidentally made on my hands using the unwealdy carving rock! Thinking fast I stomp down on the club. When prying dosnt work I then use in what little Force I can still control too Cleave at my center severing my connection to what Force resides there. I go flying backwards as all the Force held in reserve by my center is quickly pulled from me and consumed by the mutanting weapon.
I watch transfixed as Chitin and Bone warp and seamingly battle for dominance. Electricty burning away bone, while bone penetrates and grows through chitin.
The club warps and shits as the matirials intermingle, spikes are rapidly lost until only three remaining, while veins of chard Ivory spread throughout the weapon. All the while electricity eats away at any bone that it reaches. Eventually I have to retreat as an exclusion zone of lightning forms and begins consuming all Force within the environment to feed whatever unholy chain reaction I've set off.
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An hour later I approach the weapon again after everything finally settled down, finding it has radidicly changed. False Raiju-Enchantments- Minor Self Repai, Minor Lightning Spirit-Disparate aspects and materials bond together by an inexperienced crafter on a Spiritual level. The False Raiju rejected it's origins and embraced the storm inorder to survive! Consumption through destruction! Dominion over devastation! These are the tenants that persisted throughout the international tribulation between two rival monsters and saw their spirits united and reborn cleansed of corruption.
"What is corruption?" I whisper while admiring the smooth black white veined club. It's even shorter and thinner now only being 1 and a quarter feet long and 4 inches thick at the head. Speaking of the head 3 claw like spikes jut out of its face in the same direction and having to the same up downward angle for raking across things.
Tentatively i garb the weapons handle and find it's …light? No it's heavier but better balanced than before, as if all the mass has condensed and shifted to be In more optimal places? Reaching out with my Spirit I try examining the weapon internally as i did before it changed.
I'm not really able to see what's happening inside the material, so I'm quite surprised to suddenly feel something fuzzy in the club?Confused I keep poking around, I find a fluffy body, with six legs, big chitins paws, and a long thin tail. Then my spirit is lighty bitten by what I'm starting to think might be a real Spirit!
Retracting my own spirit-mist back into my body I stand there confused. Is this a success or a failure? What have i even made?
[/////////!!!!!CONGRATULATIONS YOUNG Denizen! The Chalengers Guild recognizes your hand in creating your Realms first enchanted weapon! On behalf of the Crafters Guild we offer you one of 3 Rewards. Check your Status Book for options. Once selected announce your choice.]
I grasp my head in pain with my free hand as a loud and overbearing voice invades my mind. It not the System this time, not directly at least. Instead it's a deep gravely voice. That inspires the image of an enraged bore.
Ignoring that. I instead turn back to the club. Hoping to see if I can just feed it Force without using my spirit as a medium now that it's a proper enchanted weapon, instead of raw materials.
At first nothing happens as I drain my depleted center, the Force simply flowing into then out of the weapon back into the environment. But as I'm almost completely empty something shifts, the club stops letting as much Force flow out of it, and instead begins sparking with electricity. Gradually increasing in output and efficiency until it reaches a low growl. Cuting off the flow of Force into to weapon. I watch entranced as it remains crackling for several minutes before going silent.
It's then that I find something pawning at the hand holding the club. A clawing sensation as if the club wants more Force? I try letting the club go but immediately feel as if something is digging claws into my hand despite there being nothing there.
Looking for a solution I desperately speak to the club hoping it can understand me. It has a Spirit after all …"No. I can't feed you more Force right now… but later I'm gonna need your help so can you be ready when I start swinging?" What I recive back is an impression of hunger, indignation and expectation. Quickly followed by the invisible claws retracing, letting me set the club down and retreat a few feet away.
"At least I succeeded in making a weapon that has the Matriatchs lightning ability. Even if I have no clue how it turned out like…this." Releasing a heavy sigh I realized I haven't seen Ghost in over a day. " I figured she'd be back by now?"
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SHIT SHIT SHIT!
I doge run jump and hide as vines of pale wood and meaty grills flail after me!
While floor 5 was over taken by the pale wood the Saint could summon, on floor 4 those same vines merged with the mutant monster that I was able to so easily phaze through days before!
Worse, I have to hold my breath and resist vomiting as another Lump Of False Life rolls past me. The creature if you can even call it that, is a tumor given mobility by the many writhing roots penetrating out of its sickly skin.
If it weren't for those Damed roots I'd simply phaze though everything! But No! Even the roots of these lesser monsters share the same magical property of being able to touch me! No one and Nothing should be able to touch me without my permission! It's like they don't even know who I am!
Even still I can't retreat back upwards to receive my little solder. Largly because of an invisible barrier that now blocks the entrance and exits. Barriers that appeared after setting foot on this floor and having Sait Malady's voice invaded my head! I can remember the words even now as they echo unnaturally in my head![ Welcome to the dungen of False Life aspiring acolyte.-/;:-(—/ To leave the 4th floor cleanse the infection from the mothers garden.Do not fall to the abominations. -:(-::::BRINGING ME THE BROKEN PRI!•••—-]