Chapter 17: Secrets of the Relics
The relic house's air was thick with the musty scent of old stone, dust swirling in dim torchlight, a crackling energy humming like a storm's distant rumble. Elias stood before an obsidian-like stone, its swirling runes glowing like frozen embers, warming his chilled fingers. The Night's Watch pact fuels us . A chipped lantern flickered on a shelf, casting jagged shadows, while a frayed cord lay coiled, a micro-conflict as Eldon tripped, cursing its tangle softly. A worn clasp glinted on Eldon's belt, a world-in-motion pulse as wind rattled frost-crusted shutters. A new sub-scene unfolded as a scholar spilled a chipped lantern's oil, an Accidental Spill sparking Corax's quip, "Light's as dim as your scholar's wits!" easing the tense air with laughter.
"These relics hold Valyria's secrets, Elias," Eldon said, voice reverent, hands hovering near the stone, trembling with awe and caution.
"My System'll crack them," Elias replied, confidence firm, the DGS's light enveloping the stone, its glow pulsing like a heartbeat.
[SCANNING… VALYRIAN RUNE RELIC. FUNCTION: LIFT ENHANCEMENT. DEFENSIVE POTENTIAL: UNLOCKED.]
Aeria lives through these relics, Elias thought, the city's power unfolding, mind racing with possibilities. A new sub-scene emerged as a scholar argued over relic cataloging, Larra's sharp nod silencing them, boosting morale with her calm authority. Corax perched on a pedestal, cawing softly, eyeing a bone-like relic with crude northern etchings, its cold aura chilling the air.
"Glowing junk, that's what it is. A bunch of dusty old rocks. But if it keeps us from falling, I'm all for it."
"That one's got a chill to it," Corax quipped, hopping closer, beak twitching with curiosity.
"Caw less, you feathered nuisance," Eldon snapped, clutching a tattered scroll, his zeal flaring like a spark.
Larra stood at the entrance, her gaze fixed on a Frey-like locket on a pedestal, its surface glinting with an ominous sheen.
"That one," she said, voice tense, finger steady despite a frayed cord snagging her sleeve. "It looks like a Frey locket. I've seen them before on traders."
The Weeping Sun's shadow creeps closer, Elias thought, suspicion coiling like smoke, recalling Chapt 10's cult. A new sub-scene unfolded as a guard dropped a worn clasp, its clatter sparking a curse, a micro-conflict resolved by Larra's swift grab, steadying the group. The plaza's fields, dusted with frost, sparkled under a fading sun, the ground crunching under Elias's boots, cold biting his knees through a tattered cloak's weight.
"These fields defy winter," Elias said, a grim smile forming, pressing glowing hands into the frost-cracked soil, its chill stinging his palms.
[SOIL ENHANCEMENT: VALYRIAN RUNES APPLIED. FIELD OUTPUT: +200%. FROST RESISTANCE: ENHANCED.]
"You're doing well, Elias," Larra said, awe and concern blending, organizing harvest teams, her tattered scroll rustling in the wind.
"The people trust you," a farmer added, his frayed cord belt catching as he moved, his voice rough but warm.
The Free Folk's wisdom roots us, Elias thought, a new sub-scene unfolding as a farmer shared frost-resistant planting techniques, boosting yield plans, a mini-payoff strengthening hope. Corax landed on a glowing wheat stalk, its surface pulsing with ethereal light.
"Hope they defy my beak too," he quipped, eyeing a glowing seed. "That one's special, Elias. It's got a kick to it."
Torak knelt beside Elias, planting seeds with tender care, his massive hands steady despite a worn clasp's weight, his breath clouding.
"The Free Folk have their own ways," he rumbled. "We've been fighting the cold for a thousand years. We know what works."
A new sub-scene emerged as a recruit argued over seed distribution, Torak's firm nod resolving it, boosting confidence. The relic house's chill deepened, the bone-like relic pulsing ominously, Elias's dread heavy as a chipped lantern flickered nearby.
"Your blades could save us," Jon said, voice earnest, eyes weary from battles beyond the Wall, a scuffed blade at his side.
"My System's just starting," Elias replied, resolve flickering, the DGS enveloping the relic, its glow steadying his trembling hands.
[SCANNING… NORTHERN RELIC. WEAPON RECIPE: ICE RESISTANT BLADE. COMBAT ABILITY: WHITE WALKER COUNTER.]
"We'll need more than steel," Tormund growled, hefting a chipped mug, his axe gleaming in the torchlight.
The weapon we need, Elias thought, sweat beading despite the biting cold. Corax landed on a glowing map, its edges curling with icy menace.
"The icy toys are just the beginning," he quipped, voice sharp. "Look at the map, Elias. They're coming. From everywhere."
"This is how you fight them," Tormund growled, axe swings echoing through the hall. "You hit them hard. You don't stop."
"Swing less, talk more," a scholar muttered, dodging a stray swing, a Witty Retort sparking chuckles.
The darkness closes in, Elias thought, the frayed cord's weight a hook to the coming war, urging Aeria's arming against the relentless White Walkers.
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