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A small birthday gift for awesome Spectronic ^_^ Me and Skythe decided to work together on the gift, he wrote a stofy for the drawing. It was our vision of Spec getting his sword, Paradox. I hope you'll enjoy it!

''The soft gale blew around him, bringing the snow within the ruins of the temple into a dancing flurry. Here he could see the pale blue glow of a sword he had never seen before, floating there on the pedestal, waiting for its retrieval. Spec stood there observing the skeletons around him who had all attempted to gain this sword, and when he looked over his notes he could see what had gone wrong for the previous attempts.

He could feel its call like many of those who had came before him, but this required a bit more caution than normal. Circling around the base of the steps which lead up to the blade, he noticed how it flickered, as if it couldn’t decide where it wanted to be. HE frowned, and looked around for the traps, four orbs above locked into the masonry around him, waiting to go off if he did this wrong.

Spec rolled his shoulder approaching slowly, he could see no traps on the ground, and realized that the trap was simply grabbing the sword. The dead, the way they were positioned all showed tell tale signs of this, they grabbed and were killed immediately. This had to be an arcane trap of sorts, and with it had to be a key.

The treasure hunter reached down finding a burnt note, he could barely make it out when he lifted it up but could understand.
Twisted magic beyond our understanding

Taking a step back, the Nordegar tapped his chin, his mind thinking and processing what twisted magic he could use. The solution quickly presented itself. Taking a step back, the young sorcerer reached out with his hand, having the tip of his claw toy with the threads of reality once more. HE could find many and started to pull at them. Subconsciously he almost began to dance around each thread, moving the room without even knowing it, the orbs above began to glow.

One by one, as the puzzle was solved, the four orbs soon came out of place floating down.

“Perfect” he told himself, and pulled on the threads, gritting his teeth. It had been a while since he had done so much chaos magic in one go, often it was simply a one and done deal, but a temple such as this to force him to use it in such capacity, that was a rarity indeed!

The orbs soon slid themselves into slots that had revealed themselves when Spec had twisted the room, and once in place sent forth beams of light into the pedestal. The flickering of the sword stopped, and it floated as normal. But that did not feel right, Spec knew there was something else involved.

Reaching down, taking the almost completely decomposed arm off a corpse, he reached out with the arm watching it be twisted and warped into nothing but dust. There were two solutions, one was to risk life and limb and the other was to try and pull the sword out with his own magic. Spec paced back and forth and tried to pull on the thread…
…nothing.

Again, he tried, but still it would not fly into his hand. “Damn it” he cursed, seeing what he had to do. Using his own magic on him, he could feel his own arm flicker in and out of reality, the sensation was numbing. Taking a deep breath, he physically reached for the hilt of the sword.

The chaos magics that warped around his arm did not send it into oblivion, and instead stabilized it. The Nordegar wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the sword pulling it out. And with the mighty yank, his world exploded with magic, the orbs shattered, and an unseen force threw him back toward the wall. While his sleeve was missing, Spec took in a deep breath.

He had done it, the sword was his, this living paradox as he saw….was his now, and with it, no one would stop him.''

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Art by snowsnow11
story by skythe
character by spectronic

Description
A small birthday gift for awesome Spectronic ^_^ Me and Skythe decided to work together on the gift, he wrote a stofy for the drawing. It was our vision of Spec getting his sword, Paradox. I hope you'll enjoy it!

''The soft gale blew around him, bringing the snow within the ruins of the temple into a dancing flurry. Here he could see the pale blue glow of a sword he had never seen before, floating there on the pedestal, waiting for its retrieval. Spec stood there observing the skeletons around him who had all attempted to gain this sword, and when he looked over his notes he could see what had gone wrong for the previous attempts.

He could feel its call like many of those who had came before him, but this required a bit more caution than normal. Circling around the base of the steps which lead up to the blade, he noticed how it flickered, as if it couldn’t decide where it wanted to be. HE frowned, and looked around for the traps, four orbs above locked into the masonry around him, waiting to go off if he did this wrong.

Spec rolled his shoulder approaching slowly, he could see no traps on the ground, and realized that the trap was simply grabbing the sword. The dead, the way they were positioned all showed tell tale signs of this, they grabbed and were killed immediately. This had to be an arcane trap of sorts, and with it had to be a key.

The treasure hunter reached down finding a burnt note, he could barely make it out when he lifted it up but could understand.
Twisted magic beyond our understanding

Taking a step back, the Nordegar tapped his chin, his mind thinking and processing what twisted magic he could use. The solution quickly presented itself. Taking a step back, the young sorcerer reached out with his hand, having the tip of his claw toy with the threads of reality once more. HE could find many and started to pull at them. Subconsciously he almost began to dance around each thread, moving the room without even knowing it, the orbs above began to glow.

One by one, as the puzzle was solved, the four orbs soon came out of place floating down.

“Perfect” he told himself, and pulled on the threads, gritting his teeth. It had been a while since he had done so much chaos magic in one go, often it was simply a one and done deal, but a temple such as this to force him to use it in such capacity, that was a rarity indeed!

The orbs soon slid themselves into slots that had revealed themselves when Spec had twisted the room, and once in place sent forth beams of light into the pedestal. The flickering of the sword stopped, and it floated as normal. But that did not feel right, Spec knew there was something else involved.

Reaching down, taking the almost completely decomposed arm off a corpse, he reached out with the arm watching it be twisted and warped into nothing but dust. There were two solutions, one was to risk life and limb and the other was to try and pull the sword out with his own magic. Spec paced back and forth and tried to pull on the thread…
…nothing.

Again, he tried, but still it would not fly into his hand. “Damn it” he cursed, seeing what he had to do. Using his own magic on him, he could feel his own arm flicker in and out of reality, the sensation was numbing. Taking a deep breath, he physically reached for the hilt of the sword.

The chaos magics that warped around his arm did not send it into oblivion, and instead stabilized it. The Nordegar wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the sword pulling it out. And with the mighty yank, his world exploded with magic, the orbs shattered, and an unseen force threw him back toward the wall. While his sleeve was missing, Spec took in a deep breath.

He had done it, the sword was his, this living paradox as he saw….was his now, and with it, no one would stop him.''

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Art by snowsnow11
story by skythe
character by spectronic