47 The Eternal Dance (1/2)

Lednar, or Alex in real life, logged into the game. ”The person that has been following me since yesterday has left. It seems the EastSeaDrakes are starting.” He sent a message. [Harr, The tail is gone. Are they moving in?]

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[You would be correct. Why do you ask? You know our plan was to wait until they failed before leaving. Are you ready?]

Lednar sighed as he adjusted the in-game glasses he wore. He didn't need them in game but it felt much more comfortable with them on. [My friends are likely to get caught up in the mess. They said they would be finishing their quest within a few hours but that isn't enough time for them to leave the forest.]

[Please speak clearly so I don't misunderstand.] Harr replied.

[If it is alright, since I know you are in charge, I would like permission to start heading north now so I can potentially help out my friends if they are in danger.]

Harr frowned. [You and your brother are a lot alike you know. Despite being calculating, when it comes to your friends, you two always look for solutions that benefit them without trying to ruin the original mission too much.] The man thought about it for a bit. [Explain your reasoning.]

Lednar seeing the response he continued. [If we were to use our save yourself skills in town, we might get swarmed. This is going to be a crisis and people will do a lot to live.]

The leader sighed. [Heath asked me to keep you safe and you are right it would be counterproductive to use something to alleviate the effects of the mist in town. We would draw too much attention to ourselves. I can't win against you or your brother's logic. Let's go.]

[Thanks Harr.] Alex replied. [If my friends don't have a way to delay the effects of the mist, it will be too late regardless. But, if they do, they may be able to help with this Mistery.]

Harr laughed at the terrible spelling pun. [I'm not doing this for free you know. You owe me five dexterity enhancing potions. I will hear an earful from your brother because I let you boss me around this time. You will owe me ten if your friends fall to the mist because I will hear an even bigger earful.]

[I'll make you ten regardless, you know I make those just for you. You could have just asked. Most ax wielders would prefer to build solely into strength. Why do you invest so heavily into dexterity?]

[Ten it is, don't go back on your word. Those barbaric people who think strength is the only thing you need to fight with an ax only know how to swing wildly and don't take advantage of the other characteristics of the beautiful weapon. If you actually watched how I fight like your brother said to do, you would understand why I invest so much into my dexterity. But enough preaching about the grace an ax has. I'll meet you at the northern gate.]

***

Jericho had been logged on for an hour and a half helping get everything set up and giving the musician satyrs a motivational pep talk in order to help them boost their confidence.

Carn came forward. ”We can now perform the ritual, a line dance of true culture, The Endless Dance.”

Ken watched from the nearby trees mostly out of sight. He was still leery about being around the satyrs.

Purai and Lillith were in the audience watching.

The satyrs aligned themselves in the correct positions on the Alter of Arglwydd y Ddawns.

The guitars, drums, and beat box filled the stage with intensity. The clacking of hoofs, as the satyrs started dancing on the stone stage, synchronized creating a powerful dominant feeling. The panpipes and fiddles echoed in the surroundings as a male and female satyr sung in harmony. ♪ Our lives won't last forever, so we'll forever dance! This is our grand endeavor, to never leave this trance. ♫

The satyrs rotated and the dance continued.

♫ Our songs will sound forever, the notes already cast. The past will all remember, it will not be the last. ♪

A long bridge played as the guitars rocked out in the fast paced composition.

Princess smiled as she watched the movements she had carefully designed turn out better than she expected.

♪ Hear the sound of our feet, our hearts are brought into sync! This is the pace of our beat, won't ever be brought to the brink! ♫

A few minutes passed. More verses were sung. The performance ended. Jericho and Princess received their quest completion notifications.

[You have completed the quest: A New Ritual. The god Arglwydd y Ddawns is extremely pleased by the result. It was well beyond what he expected from you. You have gained 25,000 Exp. You are now Level 15. All Performance related skills have increased by 1/10 of whatever rank they were previously.]

”Jericho and Princess, Champions of our god, we thank you for the services you have rendered us. Jericho, if you would like, you can keep the instruments you borrowed.” Carn gave a bow.

Jericho smiled. ”Thank you.”

”Of course!” The satyr replied happily. ”Dancing Princess, follow me. We can discuss a suitable reward.” Carn motioned to take princess a short ways away from the group.

A gong sound reverberated from above the stage as two phantoms shaped like satyr descended. They fell before the two performers. The one was out of sight with Princess while the other appeared near the stage with Jericho. It spoke.

”Jericho the Bard, you have rendered a merit worthy feat of culture. As a representative of Arglwydd y Ddawns I have come to bestow upon a gift or wish of your choosing. Of course, it must be a gift that will help you further the work of spreading music.

Jericho thought back to his conversation with his sister before logging in. ”Then, if it is alright, I wish for an object that I can turn into any instrument.” He took a breath. ”It won't solve all of my problems with only having so many instruments around, but it would be a great help considering the amount of instruments I know how to play.”

The phantom closed his eyes. ”What you request is indeed something worthy of your prowess, however that is a very powerful artifact. Arglwydd y Ddawns can only give it to you if you are willing to give up something of great value in return.”

Jericho thought for a bit. ”Does the object of value have to be useful to him?” Jericho asked.

The phantom shook his horned head. ”He has more contacts than you do. He can receive any object of value and find the right existence to make a deal with.”

Jericho pulled out the Memory Crown. ”Is this an acceptable object?”