Nuria noticed in the top drawer of the desk what appeared to be the captain’s holdout weapons. One was small magi cannon, barely larger than a holdout springshot. Looking closer, Nuria realized it was both. The crystalline top was a three setting magi cannon, with stun, cook, and chill studs. Each crystal stud was carved with the high falos symbols for each. The lower barrel was a single shot springshot, designed to fire darts. Checking the lower barrel it was unfortunately currently unloaded.
The handle of the holdout pistol was marked with the symbol of a Predatory Bird in a gunmetal grey. Other than the magi cannon itself, the holdout pistol was free from any artificing.
As she looked at the pistol, the fire spirit replied, "I was once the advisor to the Falosini Sovereigns, and even met their most beloved Lord. The Falosini then assigned me to their K’iorn to teach them how to fight Quall, how to spot their infiltrators and how to survive on the plane of Fire, my own home of Kyr’pos. I was honored by their greatest Zaodonais, the brave Larath and noble Hecath, and employed as their advisor for many turns of the dimensions. When the great heroes decided to join the force Lord Falos had assembled to seal away the Warmonger in the Prison Dimension of Les’Tas’Tral, I volunteered to help.
I was assigned to this vessel.
Back then the personal flagship of Zaodonai Hecath. And the great honors I earned in that service allowed me a fine retirement of acting as Guide and advisor on this vessel.
Then only Falos knows how many cycles ago, this wide eyed Engineer comes in and steals the vessel. He took us through a portal carved by Doomwyrm breath out from Les’Tas’Tral into what I think was space? There were stars everywhere, and I felt my vital essense start to die as the cold came through the walls. Then there was a battle, and cold, and more dark, and then crashing here. Then snow…lots and lots of snow…
I cannot open an energy bridge, the time in the long cold has weakened my spirit power. So I would be forced to wander this frozen place by myself if I were to leave here, and the extreme cold temperature outside in my weakened state would be enough to grant me final death.
So I hid myself in this globe, and kept the air inside warm enough to survive, and waited.
It is a great blessing that you found me."
In the desk drawer, in a sheath next to the pistol was a rod of steel, as long as Nuria’s forearm, and marked with the high falos symbols for banishment and pain. When she lifted up the rod, she noticed a worried shiver run through the fire elemental.
“That is a dangerous weapon,” said Obis, “Be careful of it. It has enough power to banish a Quall N’drone back to its home realm, and is kept on this ship for exactly such a dangerous situation. Please don’t point it at me, it makes me uncomfortable.”
