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Solomon's Proxy

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Rumors of a strange artifact in the southern coast had been valuable information. Rare items spoted by those too wary to venture in their depths or dangers. For a price, a few were sold, and this one was of the strange locations that had been for a bid. The note detailed further, towards burnt earth scattered like steps. The tall grass and marshy lands certainly were scorched.

Scattered, through the land, even past the water into the sand, near the beach. The small craters would lead the way to the holder of strange coat. Dark as night, yet radiating with a soft magenta glow its fabric was grasped within a burning grip.

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A massive stone golem, with a core of lava. Running through its body like veins it softly burned. Its hands hold only a slight hint of its warm as it slightly smoldered the edge of the cape. His muddled color of stone that had been weathered for thousands of, if not a million, years. The golem could not have been of that age, but its stone was ancient. Its expression carried a slight hint of its warmth, of its remanent passion.

It sat, the water softly licking it, the salty liquid singeing as it splashed its back. The holes around it burned so hot some of the sand had turned to glass, and some of them even held the ash of what seemed to bother it. Its' expression was calm, however, its' body unmoving. Its soul seemed vacant, yet the faint glow of warmth that emanated from it seemed to pulse. Day or night, as the earth's motions continued it stayed. Waiting for those that would approach it.

Menat

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It was an odd feeling, to be home in Meridia once more after so much time had passed, for the eldest of the royal children. So much had happened to Menat since she had left for he work in building a bridge, a bond even, with the island nation of Kina at her mother's request. From the insane attack on the Hinamoto royal palace, as well as everyone within it, to her adventure into the depths of the dungeon Ipos. Menat was returning as a completely different person than she had first left as. Quite literally at that thanks to her encounter with the odd Magi Jiryu and her transformation into her current form of a humanoid tree of sorts. That was actually a fact she was still coming to terms with if she were being honest. The complete change to her physiology was still a huge adjustment for the former Fanalis.

More than just her appearance she had changed on a much deeper, even genetic, level. No longer did she find herself able to run as fast as she once did, a fact in itself that brought her immense disappointment as it was one thing she enjoyed above all else, nor was she able to put as much raw power behind her fists when she found herself in situations where she would need to "slug her way out". Of course she was aware that with the bad also came aspects deemed to be "good" as well. Her new body had given her a far deeper connection to nature that she was sure even her mother lacked an understanding of even with her djinn of life which allowed her to terraform their adolecent nation.

But for the moment her mind was distracted from this fact by the sheet of parchment held firmly between her fingers of intertwined vines and bark skin. It was a map she had aquired, at a steep price in Huang that she wouldn't be disclosing to her mother any time in the foreseeable future, that had oddly lead her back to her new home nation of all places. It appeared there had been a relic of sorts guarded away within a section of the coast comprised of craters and scorched earth by a golem. Menat knew nothing of what the relic actually was nor what it was supposed to be capable of, a simple sketch of what appeared to be a coat and rumors of its power were what ended up being enough to tempt the young princess into the purchase of the information, yet she intended to claim it for herself all the same.

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In the distance, a faint flowing glow upon a stone body would glint in the corner of the Meridian Princess's eye. Decrepit, kneeling over as magma spewed forth, flowing down and coagulating at its' feet. With a hand outreached, for help, she would see it gripping a burnt cape. The features on the cloth, and its protector, could not be made out at her current distance.  Her map gave clear instruction, as this was no hidden treasure, yet it seemed to be one that no one had even placed hands upon. Surely it was enticing.

The crater-filled field, still warm to the touch would scatteredly lead the way towards the prize. All she had to do was grab it from the golem, yet upon approaching its' warmth would grow. From a small ember to a great flame that would move the molten from within. The closer she got, the more the construct would react. It was up to her on how to approach. One thing that would be painfully noticeable, was how large the construct was. It stood 21m tall, the cloak seemed bigger in the distance but was clearly dangly within its colossal hands. How exactly did either of them get here?

Dm notes: State action, upon reaching 10m of the Golem you will be stopped.

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“Oh shit.” Menat found herself groaning as she took in the new terrain before her. The map thus far had proven accurate so she had no problems believing it would take her right to her prize. It was the fields of magma filled craters were not the most enticing sight for a young woman turned into a living humanoid plant. It wasn’t exactly a fear for the young Princess but it was somewhat unnerving to think that one wrong step would result in her entire body being reduced to ashes. But the treasure was within reach. She could even see the statue which she had been told guarded the garment with a cloth of some kind clutched within its fist. The most she could make out from her current location, beyond that, was the flow of magma that ended in a pool at the statue’s feet.

This was probably one of her stupider moments in her life but the prospect of being able to gloat about having a magical piece of clothing all her own to her eldest brother was enough to convince her to press forward. “Merlin’s gonna be so jealous when I come home wearing this!” She practically sang to herself as she made her way forward with care.


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As the young woman would approach the golem would let out a guttural groan. Their body creaked, bubbling magma swelling and popping to let out the crying hiss of the steam trapped beneath. It would gurgle forth from its weathered body. Their stone reflected plenty of scars and weathering. Warmth clung to his eyes but he would struggle to speak before the young princess before him. It examined it for a second, clutching the cape closely to its body. With a trembling grip and firm posture, the Golem would speak. "What is the value of life? What is its value?"

it was almost aimless but it was the only thing it looked for. Many saw life in different ways, it was clear by the sundered ebony charred earth. The smell of smoldering ash could be found whisping around climbing to those unfortunate enough to inhale in this burning place.

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“What is the value of life?”

Menat found the question actually rather odd for such a creature as this one to ask. The Meridian Princess had been extremely invested in the creature as it came to life, steam hissing from the cracks in its stone body as it rose to full height. It seemed to hold the cape in its hands tight to its chest as it stared down at the Scarlet Spriggan. It was actually a wave of sorrow that washed away her awe at the golem when she realized what it had asked. At first she wasn’t sure what to say to it. She tried to reflect on her previous experiences, especially those in Ipos where she had connected to the caring mother Djinn. And to how she had learned of her father’s passing.

“Life has no value.” She began. “Not without connections to others anyway.” She continued on. “Nobody can see the value in their own life. Those closest to you are the ones that find it for you. You build each other up, polish each other’s character like an imperfect gem until the both of you become flawless.” There was a somberness to, what she felt, was the truth she spoke. “I don’t have an answer beyond that. I’m sorry. If my answer isn’t enough then I offer you, join me in my travels and learn what values a life holds yourself by watching as many as you can.”


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"What of snakes, of trees and beneath the soil? If your heart is true and roots are deep you must extend the same sentiment to them. To not control, but as you say connect, then you can weigh the value of life and of death, for all is equal in the truth of no meaning." The golem spoke with a lumbering pause, their words carrying eruption with it. They would drop the cloak allowing her the chance to pick it up, now the question was if she could carry it forth. Could she value you all life, did she extend her sentiments to all that graced the skies, lands, and seas?

It would not leave yet, it would wait. The princess had not given a wrong answer, it was one that intrigued him. He would wish to watch her from afar, to see if she was worthy of carrying the burden of creating life. It was a test for the sake of such an item.

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[b]Name:[/b] The Great Temptors Robe
[b]Tier:[/b] Alma Torran
[b]Type:[/b] Alma Torran Artifact Cape
[b]Magic Type:[/b] Golem [Life + Strength] | Empathy Magic [Light + Life]
[b]Appearance:[/b] A black overcoat with blackened steel and an ashen copper. Its matte wool and leather straps are adorned with its fine metals. Resting on its chest is a strange glowing magenta snake. Its dark pink and purple hues radiate from its eyes. The magic symbol grows on the front of the cloak with the ancient item radiating with the power of its two magics.
[b]Function:[/b]
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[*]The Tempter- Using the power of Golem magic for 20 magoi to activate  | for 10 magoi each post after the user summons a snake golem up to 1m to 4m long in size which remembers everything the user shares with it. With A-tier health it has the golem magic passive of copying the magic passive of magic put inside it. When using the Temptation passive the snake takes the shape of what the user wishes. Has A-tier movement speed. A-tier basic strength as well.

[*]The Great Persuader- For 50 magoi to activate the user grows the golem to a massive 70m long and 7m thick, the massive snake gaining A-tier shield durability, replacing any held magic with Empathy magic. Projecting images it does A-tier ability damage with it basic attacks for 10 magoi per attack. Lasts 4 posts.

[*][i]Passive~[/i] Personal Temptation- Those kissed by the golem while conjured will activate the dormant Empathy magic to take the form of a person's personal hero or temptation, able to gain info to persuade or interrogate people. In simpler terms, this allows the golem to understand their desires.
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It seemed like her answer had, at the very least, intrigued the golem enough for it to respond. It questioned her about things such as snakes and trees and what the value of lives such as those are worth. Yet it didn’t seem like her answer was wrong. It seemed like it had only words of wisdom to offer her as it released the iron-clad grip it held on the robe in its clutches. Humble in her approach the Meridian Princess crossed forward in order to claim the previously unclaimed garment for herself. It was, after all, what she had paid such money to obtain. It would finally be hers, and she could finally tease Merlin about the awesome magical coat she had added to her rapidly growing collection of magic items. Sliding her arms into the sleeves she turned on her heel, the weight of the golem’s gaze heavy on her back as she walked off with her prize.

*EXIT*


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