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Ethereal Spectre Basil of the Death Cloud (#5140)

Owner: 0xC67b…628d

Basil's Journal

Wizard #466 found this journal, partially burned, at the site of a Sacred Flame burning. He decided to release the legible contents to the Book of Lore, piece by piece.

Day 1

My name is Basil, and I have decided to write this in the event this journal can get back to my kin in the Berg. She knows I am doing this, but finds it amusing. No matter - I hope that somehow, they can learn about what happened to me.

Earlier today, I was traveling to the Blue Wizard Bastion, where I hoped their technology might unleash the power within this mysterious egg. But as I was walking by the Hedge Wizard Wood, a young woman walked out of the trees bordering the road and stood in my path.

She was unlike anyone I had ever seen, wearing outlandish form-fitting garb in black and red. My blue rat familiar, Icicle, gave her one look, then squeaked in fright and hid in my travel bag.

Moments later, another man also walked out and stood to the side and a little behind her. I noticed he had a rather large key hanging around his neck on a metal chain.

“Nice egg you’ve got there,” the woman said with a smirk. The way that her dark eyes seemed to flicker with red embers was unsettling. “What kind of creature comes out of something like that?”

“I don’t know, actually,” I said. “I’m headed to the Bastion to see if the Blue Wizards can help me find out.”

“Oh, you don’t want to do that,” she said. “Those Blue Wizards do love their technology, but in a way, it really restricts their thinking. We have magic! Let’s use it, instead of messing with gears and sprockets!” She raised her left hand, and a molten ball of lava materialized there. It was then that I realized I was dealing with another wizard.

“I have a better idea,” she said. “Why don’t you come with us? We’re headed to the Gate to the Seventh Realm. Damien here,” she nudged her head at the man beside her, “has a key to that Gate, and we’re going to go through! Might trigger a reaction on that egg of yours!”

“I see you’re a wizard,” I said. “I’ve learned a bit of magic myself back home. Thank you for your offer, but I think I’ll stick with my original plan.” She didn’t move or react, although I saw her eyes widen a bit. Was that excitement?

“Oh, so we’re going to do this the hard way? Excellent.” She gave me an evil grin and started walking toward me with her lava ball, while the man hung back with a resigned look on his face.

I carefully took off the harness that I used to transport the egg and set it on the ground to the side of the road. Truthfully, outside of the more northern latitudes, my ice magic could not be used. But I had trained in Arcadian kickboxing up to the Master rank, so I was prepared to defend myself and the egg. She would not have it.

The woman stopped short a few feet away when she saw my fighting stance. If anything, her grin got wider. “Oh, are you a kickboxer too? This is such a treat - I hardly ever get to fight someone interesting these days!” She got into a kickboxing stance as well. This is not good, I thought in the split second before she started attacking.

I can tell you that I’ve never seen anyone fight like her at our training center in the Berg. She knew all the same techniques I did, and a few more besides, but what really stood out was how she used them. It was all offense, and the way she chained her techniques gave me no chance to reset or launch attacks of my own. And the lava ball didn’t help - she kept it in her hand the whole time! How didn’t it burn her? A small drop landed on my boot during one of her attacks and immediately created a singe.

It shames me to say this, but I was outclassed. I couldn’t imagine where she had learned this style, but I was overwhelmed, constantly dodging and defending against her attacks. Right jab - left knee - right roundhouse kick. Front kick - right hook - crescent kick. It felt like she was toying with me, but at the same time, each strike was thrown with punishing force. Eventually I noticed that she wasn’t even using her lava-holding left hand to attack! Finally, she got one of her legs behind mine and slammed me down to the ground, knocking the wind out of me. She immediately pounced on me before I could get up, and sat on my stomach. I was trapped.

She leaned down over me and held the lava ball inches from my face. “That was FUN,” she said, her face a bit flushed. “The name’s Miyo, by the way, and I need you and your pretty egg on my team, NOW. So this is the last time I’ll ask - why don’t you come with us? You’ll find that I can be a very good friend to have in this world.”

The fact that I can write this today should let you know what I answered.

Entered by: 0x9Baf…9a49 and preserved on chain (see transaction)

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