Well now would you look at that? How do I know who has found this? Well no one who hasn't found a few of my notes would think to look inside a freshly ruined tower of a god of the archives now would they?...Well it's been a few days since the battle that toppled this place so depending when you're here it might not be fresh...Enough rambling. Since you came this far you must be curious why I was here? Simple answer really. I need the history of a certain individual...Thankfully the new God of the Archives is much more lenient with things...Must thank him one day. Today you will be receiving some history on one of the demi-gods that ended an era. I did say you will find them and if you're reading this then I assume you found the one on Limni. If you're a randomer that managed to stumble onto this...I worry what you spent the night doing. Nevertheless. Here is the story of Lucius, The last son of Ares and the god of transmutation. The leader of the new generation of gods that was a major player in the downfall of his fathers pantheon.
The first time I met his crew was the time in my home. The drink that lasted a long time. I spent much time with them all individually but none more than Lucius himself. The first time I remember clearly is what he said about his father, blade half sheathed. The time that we first truly spoke was much more relaxing. The first thing I did with the crew was set sail into the ocean of dragons. A place I would spend much of my many lives. Though again I believe I'm rambling and we should get into the journey. My birth and past lives made three things easy for me. Fighting. Ki and Sailing. Never a dull moment. Well unless the sea was feeling merciful. Nothing worse than a seasick sailor in a storm. But if you managed to get this message this is nothing new to you I'm guessing. These seas are not meant for the land dweller.
The demi-god was a spitting image of his mother but with that unending lust for...well never mind. You will understand when we get there. In the raging seas, waves crash like thunder over the coastal bluffs. The mists of time rolled over the sea, ever drifting, hiding the creatures from down below and forgotten treasures in the sky left from the old times. Trust me when I say they are to be left well alone. These waters were a place the gods left behind. Even their kin from the world's past and future do not speak of it. These stories are already out there somewhere I'm sure you will read or have heard them from the world's singers and writers in the far corners. I know as I have seen their works and heard those notes plucked. The world will talk of anything.
The demi-god was a fair man. He tried to help his people, going above the realms of duty their parents put into place. Lucius used his divine influence to make cures for places far and wide. Turning into more of a curse than a cure by the time he left this plane. Each cure worked fine at first but as all things. Failure was insured, people from far and wide came bringing disease and plagues with them from gods whose names even I now cannot remember. He became close with another close friend of my life but that...That is a continuation of a different story I have begun. Lucius married an older goddess. Well more of a cursed mortal. Oh how the words he spoke about it to me will burn in my ears forevermore,
''At least my wife can be killed with time and patience. I'm sorry my friend.''
Some would see that as a cruel marriage. Knowing the man in question who said it. That was the best compliment he ever gave.
My best memories of him specifically are still clear as day in my library of a mind. The day he fought his father on the Island that no longer exists in the annals of time. My curse had saved me from many a deities wrath but it had been many cycles since I met a god born before my curse began. I had always trained Ki since it first was made and it helped here more than I could ever imagine. My movements were fluid against his rage. His strikes were fast but not sharp enough to finish me. I doubt any god could truly kill me anymore...I was however wounded by the end. Lightning entered my body and sent me to a dark plane. A young god not from this pantheon stretched his arm out to me. His words will burn in my mind forevermore,
''One day I will find my new right hand that wields the power of a god and the full potential of mortal strength known as Ki...When this happens he will save your curse. Look for the vibrant purple and deep green and this man will set you free.''
This was the sign that made me follow my Orcish king. He did save me once but it seems that he was not the one that god spoke off. He has been forgotten by his followers so finding his right hand won't be easy but maybe my past has revealed the path. If you know who I am talking about then I must warn you now. Anyone who has lived what I have will be able to kill any mortal that enters my path.
-Signed Perry Lakefield.