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Jackal's Dance

Nomarch

Nomarch

Jan 09, 2021

“Thank you for…bringing him here, Mister…I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name” the ER doctor asked me. Luckily, Phoenix has a large enough nonhuman world to warrant a special hidden hospital purely for people like us. I held my hand out for him to shake which he did.

“Nomarch Aswad, please just March.” I said

“I…I’m not sure what all I can say aside from thank you…this man you found…I’ve never seen signs of forceful captivity like this: all of the muscles in his legs are in dystrophy, his blood-sugar couldn’t be read on our machines it’s so low, his pulse is too thready and his blood pressure is way, way too weak to allow anyone to live.”

“What could have done this?” I asked

“No idea, he’s also got a few broken ribs, a cracked wrist and…a few dislocations and tears, but…we’ve not made any progress in getting those shackles off” he said as he motioned, “Luckily he was found by someone of your…digression and power, a demi-god, I’m guessing by the presence”

“Yes” I said nodding as I walked into the room behind him, the man I found was strapped to the bed, masses of sedatives in his person, anyone touching him made him lash out and get violent. His eyes were closed, but obviously no tubes or things in his mouth because…the muzzle and all. The blankets devoted over where his stomach would be it was so concave, I could nearly see ribs through it…I’ve spent lots of time around mummies, skeletons and zombies…I’ve seen all of them with more meat on their bones than him.

“I asked a few people on my staff if they could assist in…trying to learn as to what these cuffs are…we’ve never seen metal like this” the doctor said. I sighed as I looked towards him, “Did you even get a name?”

“No, he wouldn’t tell me.”

“So, there’s a possibility he is either fey or demonic.” The doctor said, “Our records had nothing in the system about a race with yellow blood, his fingerprints came up with nothing and we can’t check dental or anything.”

I walked over as I did a few arcane gestures then touched one of the cuffs, instantly collapsing to the ground at the influx of information as to what those cuffs are. My vision was pushed through burning hot sandy wind before I found my vision in an unfamiliar see, I saw a massive underwater quarry, an open void inside a trench where all sorts of aquatic races mined and collected an ore of the same green/blue/gray color, lit by massive angler fish like lanterns and huge animals picking things up to carry them off. The vision swirled before I saw the ore funneled into a massive kiln and forge as the molten metal was shoveled with not coal, but a weirdly glowing and vibrantly colorful coral, salt was thrown in instead of other additives and magic funneled around in massive plumes. The vision swirled before I saw the metal formed into a set of those shackles, collar and muzzle before the runes glowed blue as they formed across the metal.

“Mister March?” the doctor asked as I picked myself up.

“You…really need to learn the identify spell” I said as I collapsed into a chair as more and more information passed into my head, “It’s made of a metal called…Atlantis Iron?”

“Atlantis Iron? I’ve…never heard of something like that.”

“Nor have I” I said as I looked towards him.

“Did…did you say…Atlantis Iron?” a voice asked as a female doctor stepped through the doorway, “I heard the call about identifying something…but…sir…did you just say the words…Atlantis Iron?”

“You know what that is?” I asked, she was obviously not an aquatic race, but…something demonic, her dark purple skin, matching plum colored hair, huge coiled horns and burning red eyes and devil tail swishing behind her.

“Of course, I do…what being of the Hells doesn’t.” she said as she walked over, “So this is the prisoner that I’ve been hearing about…if he broke out of the iron…that would make him impossibly powerful, but the metal doesn’t work like that.” She added as she moved his foot to look at the runes.

“How so?” I asked

“Atlantis Iron is the strongest metal in all of the hells, mined, smelted and forged only in the realm of the archdemon prince…Leviathan.” 

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