As Duncan stood in the enveloping darkness, he found himself captivated by the sight of the keel stretching out endlessly before him. His instincts told him that this keel was sohow linked to a significant transaction that took place in subspace about a hundred years prior.
Yet, as certain as Duncan felt about recognizing the keels origin, a nagging feeling of uncertainty lingered. It was as if there was a missing piece to this puzzle. He believed that the ship had a ssage for him. But was this keel the entirety of that ssage, or just a piece?
To get a clearer view, Duncan raised the lantern he held. Fueled by a mystical spirit fire, its fla intensified, casting a radiant glow around him. The soft light unveiled more details of the keels intricate patterns and pushed back the darkness, revealing ambiguous shapes and forms that seed to hint at concealed mysteries.
Erging from the thickening mist, Agathas figure gradually beca discernible. As she stepped closer to Duncan, she posed a thought-provoking question, Could this long spine belong to Saslokha, the legendary demon god from ancient elven tales?
Pondering her words, Duncan responded with a slight nod, Its a strong possibility. Only a being of divine stature could have such an imposing spine.
Seeming deep in thought, Agatha continued, The goat heads Im talking about all of them the ones depicted on the Vanished, those in this surreal dream realm, the ones held as sacred by the cultists, and potentially other goat heads that weve yet to discover. How do you think they relate to Saslokha?
She hesitated, collecting her thoughts before continuing, One of the goat heads, in its dazed state, insisted that Saslokha was long deceased and that it wasnt him. But now, witnessing the connections they share with the elves ancient Primordial Dream, and unearthing this spine or keel at the base of the Vanished Dont you recall acquiring this keel during your ti in subspace?
Agatha was under the impression that Duncan, the man standing before her, was the sa captain of the Vanished from a century ago. She assud he was the one who had entered into an agreent with the goat head within the confines of subspace. Given Duncans occasional ntions of losing chunks of his mories during his quest to regain his human essence, she surmised that perhaps this keel was a fragnt of those forgotten tis.
Taking a mont to reflect, Duncan finally responded, his voice soft and contemplative, Its plausible that each of the goat heads are fragnts of Saslokhas essence.
Agatha hesitated for just a brief mont, piecing together the puzzle in her mind. So, when Miss Lucretia ntioned the goat head held by the Annihilators as Ancient God Fragnts, she wasnt speaking taphorically. These fragnts are diverse, with so retaining mories or ties to Saslokha or even the legendary city of Atlantis. anwhile, others appear to have lost all cognitive abilities or even their very essence.
Duncan, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, kept his eyes locked onto the massive spine before them. It took him so ti before he responded, his voice laced with a mixture of intrigue and boldness, Heres a radical theory: these goat heads might just be one of the many representations of these Ancient God Fragnts. This spine, vast and majestic, is unmistakably another. And whos to say there arent other forms? Be it a tree, an individual, a re rock, or even a lifeless bodyany of these could potentially be the remnants of Saslokhas essence.
Picking up the thread, he added, Elvish folklore often speaks of Saslokha adopting myriad forms. Thats perhaps why one fragnt of the god can be compact enough to fit atop a navigators desk in the form of a goat head, whereas anotherthis colossal spinecould rival the size of the entire Vanished.
The implication of Duncans words sent a shiver down Agathas spine. Even she, who once held the title of the Gatekeeper of Frost, found the vastness and scope of Saslokhas power deeply unsettling.
Overwheld by curiosity, she blurted out, What kind of unimaginable force or event could shatter a deity into such fragnted states?
Her question was more of a pondering out loud rather than a genuine inquiry for Duncan to answer.
Yet, after a contemplative silence, Duncan replied, his voice distant and reflective, But the second blueprint failed, leading the Dream King to be shattered on the second extended night of the Worlds Creation. Fragnts of Him then wandered, so brushing against the confines of reality
Recognition flashed across Agathas face, her shadow flickering montarily under the lamps glow. She instantly rembered the origin of those words, Thats a passage from the Book of Blasphemy.
Duncan acknowledged with a subtle nod, Indeed, it is. Its the creation myth of the Annihilatorsa narrative from a ti even before the Deep Sea Era. The Dream King employed His imnse power to birth the world, only to be fragnted during the prolonged nights.
With newfound understanding, Agatha gasped, Saslokha must be one of the Lost Kings! The fabled Great Demon God from Elvish Chronicles Could he be synonymous with the Dream King who aspired to recreate the world during that second, extended night?
Duncan began with a thoughtful tone, Ive pondered over this connection for quite so ti, especially considering the notable parallels in their attributed powers. Yet, elvish legends, as grandiose and captivating as they are, often lacked concrete evidence. Additionally, Saslokha, being distinctively embedded in elven folklore, is often depicted in tales that seem to clash with historical records and accounts from various other city-states scattered across the great oceans.
He elaborated, Its also worth noting that among all known races, the elves pride themselves on having the most extensive compilation of myths and historical narratives. However, a thorough perusal of their vast archives reveals no ntion of the Dream Kings endeavor to reconstruct the world during the infamous Second Long Night. Theres also an absence of any narrative hinting at this formidable demon god being fragnted during that extended nightneither in official records nor in more obscure, lesser-known tales.
These disparities previously prevented from confidently drawing parallels between the revered Great Demon God Saslokha of elvish origin and the Dream King associated with the second extended night. Yet, witnessing these tangible remnants of a once-mighty deity has shifted my perspective.
Agatha seed montarily paralyzed, her mind grappling with the gravity of Duncans revelations. Duncan, sensing the weight of the mont, slowly approached the Ancient Gods Spine. Holding his lantern aloft, he delicately treaded onto a converging point of this imnse relic. Crouching, he traced his fingers over its coarse, age-worn surfacea testant to eons gone by, yet retaining an undeniable vitality.
It was this very spine that had pulled the Vanished back to the tangible world from subspace. The spine had been its foundational pillar, maintaining the ships corporeal existence for a whole century.
Suddenly, Duncan froze.
An essential question, which had remained on the periphery of his considerations, now stord to the forefront of his mind. Having closely examined the keel ford from the spine of this primordial god, and grasping the magnitude of the infrastructure that lay beneath such a colossal vessel, an urgent question erged: What material was the original keel of the Vanished constructed from?
Rising swiftly, Duncan cast his gaze across the encompassing obsidian expanse.
The ships skeletal frawork, anchored by the keel and flanked by sturdy ribs, was enshrouded in a ceaseless veil of mist. Straining his eyes, he could barely make out fragnted hull components and remnants of the ships upper supporting beams.
While the edifice built atop this ancient deitys spine was undoubtedly monuntal and evoked deep reverence, it was rely a fragnt of the original Vanished.
The primary vessel, the Vanished in its pristine state, had been engulfed by the treacherous subspace. When the entities with goat heads first chanced upon it, the ship was but a fleeting mirage, sustained only by Duncan Abnomars indomitable spirit and relentless will.
The Vanished Duncan stood upon now was like the phoenix reborn from its ashes. It had been given a second life, its original foundational keel now replaced by the spine of a deity of ancient tis, enabling its almost miraculous ergence from the abyss of subspace.
Yet, a question lingered: what was the nature of the original keel?
Though Duncan didnt claim expertise in mariti construction, his myriad experiences in this world had provided him a decent grasp on ship anatomy. He was aware of the shipbuilding norms from a century priorhow sail-bearing warships were ticulously assembled. The keel, the ships backbone, was traditionally crafted from a single, sturdy, and long timber log, handpicked for its resilience. The characteristics of this timber not only defined the overall structural integrity of the vessel but also its potential size.
However, the Vanished defied these conventional specifications. It wasnt rely larger; it was unprecedentedly vast.
In the annals of this worlds mariti history, the Vanished was unparalleled in scale. No other sailing ship before or after it could rival its magnificent stature. And from Duncans examination of the ships underbelly, it was evident that the design of the Vanisheds keel diverged from the norm. Instead of the usual joint or riveted design, its keel seed to be one continuous entity.
Pondering deeper, Duncan thought about the very essence of ship construction. The keel was the ships core, with all other structural elents taking cue from its design. The fact that the current Ancient Gods Spine had seamlessly taken the place of the original keel suggested that the Vanished, despite being a relic of its ti, was initially designed with a singular, uninterrupted keel.
However, no known tree from any known land could boast such gargantuan proportions.
Even if, hypothetically, such a colossal tree existed, wood has its physical limitations. Given the sheer size of the Vanished, the weight and strain it would exert would far exceed the natural load-bearing capacity of any wooden keel.
Could it be possible that the original keel wasnt made of re wood but of sothing much more extraordinary?
Over the decades, tales of the Vanished beca shrouded in mystery, almost attaining a mythical status in the mariti world. As the ships legacy grew, discussions about it, especially its origin in the city-state of Pland, beca taboo. The Vanished was like a ghost story whispered in hushed tones.
Yet, Duncan could picture the past. He visualized the bustling scene a century ago when the frawork of this magnificent vessel first began to take shape, casting awe and intrigue in the hearts of those who witnessed its inception.
As the mist weaved its patterns around him, Duncans lantern cast an eerie, soft, green luminescence. The light seed to reveal shadowy shapes hidden within the fog, each telling its own silent tale.
Duncan, letting out a sigh, glanced at the ever-present mist, his features softening.
So, this was your secret, he murmured, addressing the ship around him.
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