• Closed • Into The Deep (Graded)

[Patrick]

Oberan's change in attitude brought everyone else around him to briefly stare in wonder, with mixed reactions all around once he went in to punch the Rharnian at the stomach. The vast majority were all baffled and a bit defensive, eager to move at the two in case a fight should break out between them. However such wasn't the case, as the Rharnian took the blow rather well instead. Between the fine padding of his leather armor and his own body's natural resistance, Patrick merely curled his back forward with a groan after the initial impact was felt. He was lucky the Mortalborn didn't aim any lower, otherwise even with the padding he'd feel sickly at the stomach regardless. It was after he brought a hand up to motion for them to remain as they were, that Patrick straightened out once more with a minor frown on his face. "No offense but you hit like a bitch."

"Is all this really necessary?!" Crowley growled as he shifted his gaze back and forth from the two men and the gathered Seers overhead. "If we're getting out of here then we better do it now."

"It's alright Crowley, Bran here means well at the end of it all." Pat reassured the older gentleman as the rest gathered into a group, he then looked to Oberan and then past him at the Guardian; who now stood in the water of the spring with his faint eyes locked upon them. "That it then? Even with our consent, Bran here insists you take what you need to sustain yourself."

"How ironic..." The spirit admitted with his eyes then cast to the pool below him. "I called you "Vortem" earlier, because your blood is what my kin would consider tainted. Yet even so..." The Tresah's lips parted to a smile as the Guardian returned his gaze mainly to Oberan. "Your mortal lineage better defines what you truly are." In admitting this he blinked slow for a long second, with something reminiscent of a tear produced from the corner of his eye afterwards. "Now it suddenly feels as though this goodbye is heavy on us both..." As the sparkling tear streamed down his cheek, the droplet had nearly fallen off until gravity started to settle in. "Know this Oberan, Holder of Keys, I who once was the Guardian of Orimar chose this."

As he said this Tresah's body brought a hand up to gently nudge the tear in the Mortalborn's direction, the glimmering drop then hardened into a crystalline orb as it reached him moments later. "Oath's or not, this is what I choose. For I am bound here, and I do not wish this place to remain any longer." The water beneath him, as well as the tear, started to glow brighter now that he seemed to focus. "At least now a small part of me shall leave with you, now that I know how I'm going to accomplish that." The Guardian proceeded to bend at the knees next, his hands cupped into the water as he straightened with the substance brought close. "You're life force is far more important to me, but trust me when I say that what will happen here does not mean I won't be with you." Once more the Guardian looked back to them, the glistening water trickling down his arms as he shifted his gaze from Oberan to Patrick.

"Go. Now."

There lingered a pause... hesitation before seeing the Guardian focus on the water in his hands, as he brought the liquid up to imbibe into the vessel he inhabited. Patrick didn't waste any more time then, as he urged Crowley and Peleus to handle Oberan; in the event he aimed to struggle in stopping the Guardian further. One's own heart could not be dissuaded when they knew what they wanted, even the Rharnian knew that from seeing both of the sides at present. Oberan had unwittingly befriended a powerful spirit, which in turn took interest because of his powers as a Mortalborn. Yet they all had a role to play in getting out of here, and as the body of Tresah started to emanate a vividly powerful glow; Patrick didn't waste time in preparing their escape route as planned before. "I should be able to manage it at this distance... I just don't know..." His Spark didn't feel right here, now that everything started to glow so ominously.

To him it felt like the damn thing was singing up until now, when he started to channel the reserves of his Ether into the entity. He only needed to focus on the portals, creating a doorway between where they were and where he wanted to go. Sure enough he felt his Spark emanate with the Ether he fed it, yet it almost felt like he'd overpowered it with just the normal amount it took. In short his body reacted with a pulsation that resulted in ethereal impressions, phasing in and out as he clutched his chest hard with a severely uncomfortable look. He couldn't control his Spark here, as it felt far too rambunctious to respond to the thoughts he kept focus on. "Come on you little fucker... Come on!!" Patrick pushed harder as he meant to force it, thus making the Spark emanate more ethereal impressions as Finn, Ellen, and Kleo all expressed concern. However it finally obeyed his command, concentrating on putting the Ether it received into the pockets of space he thought of.

Both the ingress and egress were created at the same time, with a swirling ethereal mist caked at the edges once the portal opened. The Rharnain staggered forward and with the help of his friends, remained standing as it indeed took a hard toll on him as of now. He'd felt worn an exhausted but even worse, his Spark felt as though a portion of it nearly became shredded from the creation of those portals. Was it even possible? While unsure of what that indication meant it still stung like a bitch, and when Patrick looked back to urge the rest through it then became apparent what would happen next. The Guardian literally became a source of artificial light at this point, the body he still inhabited only silhouetted by it's frame as the water rippled and swirled around him. Ellen was the first to go through with bow in hand, while Crowley and Peleus would help Patrick through if Oberan didn't continue fighting back.

Once they were all through however and a powerful surge briefly pulse through behind them, the portals collapsed shut as the sight of the temple overhead blasted from within. Loud menacing screeches filled the air before they two were drowned out by the blast, as the explosion of power rattled the entire cavern in one massive shockwave. If Oberan still held onto the tear he'd been given, the bright luminescence it beheld suddenly faded as the temple fell into ruins. However things only escalated from there...

Because the entire mountain was shook from the sacrifice the Guardian had made, stalactites and chunks of the roof started to crack and chip away. The entire crystalline structure that hovered over the city shifted, as the spines of the glowing structure broke off with their glow fading out. From this point on nothing was save as the city, and those still within, were at the mercy of it's collapse as the window of time quickly drew to a close. Escape for those trapped deep within was more than likely impossible now, as those who were at the bridge found a falling stalactite collapsing it midway. Miners and hunters alike screamed as they were either smashed, or thrown into the rising waters as the city began its descent into the essence of the Moonflow.

"Now would be a good time to open that fucking gate!!!" Patrick urged Oberan as everyone else did the same, as the Archway stood right before them still intact. If only for the moment.

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Semi-final Round!!
First off my biggest apologies for letting this slip under the radar, been overwhelmed with more recent plots as well as real life. @.@

Second I'm sorry but I had to, it was far too poetic to draw things out this way. On the bright side Raemeus is definitely dead, as is five of the seven (or are they??), and the key to getting out of here now lies with Oberan. Also I felt a souvenir was a nice touch to walk away with for him.

[Oberan]

Either Pat didn’t defend at all or didn’t have time to respond as Oberan’s fist connected with his abdomen. Yet, though he hadn’t blocked with his arms, nor evaded, the Mortalborn could tell that his target was more than capable of defending himself. From the impact, Oberan became aware that Patrick was used to taking hits. Well, good thing they weren’t actually starting a fight; though confident in his ability to dodge and evade, Oberan was fairly sure he couldn’t win in a battle of attrition.

“You hit like a bitch.”

“Wasn’t sure you’d be able to handle my full strength,” the Mortalborn winked.

There was a hint of truth in there. Gorged on Thrill, he was capable of feats worthy of legend –at the cost of tearing his body apart. He’d probably dislocate the joints in his arm and tear his muscles at the very least. Hence why Oberan usually was careful with how much he absorbed … and redistributed.

Yet, his plan to give the Guardian a way to stay alive failed once more. Not because of the promise, but because of the Guardian’s own volition. His honor did not permit it. It wasn’t a matter of pride, at least not entirely. Not because Oberan’s blood was “tainted” or because of the promise. Duty and honor.

The entity had made a choice of its own free will, not bound by any silly promises or oaths. Orimar had to be destroyed, which seemingly would not happen as long as the Guardian remained.

A sigh.

Who was he to deny the Ancient Deity his freedom of choice? Clearly the Guardian had already embraced his demise.

“Then…I suppose this is goodbye,” Oberan said, feeling strangely helpless. He could do nothing but accept the chosen fate, plucking the tear out of the air with an uncharacteristically respectful motion of trembling fingers.

How odd. His heart seemed to weigh down on his lungs. Something was stuck in his throat.

It made no sense.

This was too short a time. Just a voice in his head for a couple minutes.

Yet, it had kept him alive. Spent a considerable amount of power to defend him and his companions. Seemed genuinely curious in him.

Oberan had been given something, for a precious few minutes, which he hadn’t consciously realized he’d been missing. What he’d been yearning for.

Ah, but of course.

That did make sense.

Now that he knew, he hated that he felt that way. Not about the Guardian, mind you.

Yes, he would miss the enigmatic entity, the strange being that had cancelled his powers, the forgotten Deity that called his blood tainted.

“It was just because you scared the crap out of me, you know,” he whispered, only for the Guardian to hear. “How different things would have turned out if I hadn’t been. But I’m glad I was.”

Crowley and Peleus appeared at both sides, reaching for his upper arms. He shrugged them off, turning away on his own.

“I’m coming. Don’t worry.”

Patrick managed to create his portal with visible difficulty, though there clearly would be a price to pay. He seemed exhausted already, but was kept on his feet by the small group who’d gathered round. Ellen went in first, followed by Finn and a staggering Patrick. Crowley and Peleus insisted on Oberan going in before them, as he was essential to everyone getting out of the city. The Mortalborn didn’t protest, nor did he glance over his shoulder as the blue light grew more and more bright.

As per usual, his stomach lurched as the portal flung his body through a lot of space in an instant. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to this. Nauseous or not, there was a job to do. An archway stood before them, just as promised. There was only one thing he had to do.

With one hand he brought out the pouch in which he kept his keys, then realized he still held the tear in his clenched fist. The light hit blinded him for an instant as he unfurled his fingers, then the glow faded until the crystal tear shone no more. The mountain rumbled and shook, hurling rocks down to the city.

“Farewell,” the Vortem muttered.

No time for more, the others were harrying him, telling him to open the gate. He dropped the tear among his collection, exchanging it for an elaborately carved key of polished metal. Originally he’d taken it because he liked the shine and shimmer, not necessarily intending to use it. He would now, however.

Feeling as if he was leading a ceremony, the Mortalborn strode up to the gate, feeling rather than seeing the others follow closely behind. He stuck out his arm the tip of the key just crossing the threshold of the gate.

“Behold my power and be struck down in awe. Know my name and tremble,” he began, with notably less indulgence and theatrical drama than he usually would have. In a way, it sounded almost reverent and intimate. It surprised even himself, but it sparked an idea. It was the only natural flow of things. An homage of sorts. It would feel wrong not to honor the sacrifice made for them all. “I am the Keeper of Keys. Surrender yourself before my Divine Key. In the name of the Guardian of Orimar, I command you to open!”

With a flick of his wrist, he twisted the key in the air and activated his ability.

[Patrick]

The fact Oberan had nearly taken a complete one-eighty in terms of personality told much, and while an outsider's perspective would've implied his experience outlandish; such a farfetched thing truly would behold monumental value in the end. Though Patrick couldn't find it in himself to easily understand the significance, he knew somehow the brief time Oberan shared with the Induk became special; and that would show once he arrived at the gateway with the rest. He still had the same noticeable flair in him but this time without any theatrics, and instead this time acted far more personal with the act of opening the gate.

Thus when his ode to the Guardian was made, along with his farewell, Oberan's words carried further out than he imagined. For what it was worth all of Emea, and anything beyond the gate, could've very well heard what he had to say. Not just heard... but felt. The Mortalborn's words stemmed truly from the heart, in which spurred forth a far more powerful reaction than Oberan anticipated. For the moment Oberan activated his power, the Godkey, not a single force in the Idalos could prevent him as the Guardian did before. However... Bran had the Guardian's own blessing when he'd been selected, and therefore the gateway immediately recognized the will that backed the force of it's opening.

The moment Oberan turned his hand to unlock the way, became the moment he and those around him were whisked away. It had been so sudden, so quick that nobody could even question what occurred. For the moment his key twisted over both the metal as well as the archway glowed, and an instantaneous flash enveloped them moments before rock and crystal showered from above. As quickly as they disappeared the archway came crashing down, bits and pieces thrown apart the rest of the city suffered the same. Chunks of the ruins littered the streets as buildings cascaded, stalactites and the crystalline structure overhead gave full way to the ground below. At the heart of the city stone and crystal clouded the rest of the cavern in a mix of dark and bright dust, as the Moonflow brimmed over from the excess rubble filling it's body.

The dying remnants of the gateway still remained respondent however, as the shimmering substance brushed consistently across the stone in the chaos. In short another portal soon came to be conjured from the excessive energy, which overpowered what few damaged runes that remained in tact. With a destination both unknown and undetermined, though certainly focused in Emea, the birth of the portal led to an overflow from within. The reactions that consisted of an overpowered, and overly unstable, portal created something far worse in its wake however. Without an exact destination within the portal merely swallowed as much of the Moonflow as it could, resulting in what would become the last breath of Orimar before all the raw power backfired.

For in just that moment Emea had touched the Moonflow, and the result was the total erosion of what remained shortly after.

Except that was not the end...




Far away from all that destruction and chaos they'd found themselves safe, lost within only Immortals knew what after the gateway opened. Kleo and Crowley had briefly debated that where they'd slipped into was somewhere in-between, or a 'slipspace' that waited to redirect them to their destination. Though Oberan had opened the portal and saved them, what was expected was for them to wind up elsewhere on Idalos. But here?

Here was a huge vacant space filled with stars from the looks of it, and whispers so faint in the distance as though people watched them. People? Things? The group remained close and wary even though... the gentle hum which felt so very familiar welcomed them, which made this place arguably feel like a temporary domain as well. Could this have been though? It was up for each and every individual to decide for him or her self, but there was no mistaking the residual feeling that something sheltered them here. And then all the stars surrounding them began to swirl, collectively into a vortex with them caught at the center of the funnel. Before too long the space brightened from all around, and after a moment spent shielding their eyes from the light; both brightness and sound seemed to dull to a silence for just an instant.

Then came sound. Then the breeze, and with it a gnawing cold. In recovering their bearings the group found that they were back in Foster's Landing, specifically the main square where snow and ice blanketed the ground. Up above the moon's remained in their constant eerie state, while their return to the physical world was sure enough accompanied with something else. Tremors. Though not as bad they were likely felt were they close, the far reaching quakes that shook the surrounding area were hard to miss. After all it became fairly obvious for them as to what caused it, for they had managed to slip out in just the nick of time before everything happened. And yet here they were now.... all of his companions, plus the lady he didn't expect to save, all accounted for after Patrick checked.

"Holy shit..." The Rharnian muttered under his foggy breath once the trembling beneath their feet ceased.

The look on the others face appeared as significant relief just now, probably accompanied by joy after their narrow escape from Orimar. "Well... I think I've had my fill of treasure hunts after that." Crowley remarked as he looked sternly to Kleo, as the woman brushed the cold out of her arms anxiously.

"I can't believe..." Tears started to well in her eyes now as she looked down, which caused Crowley to somberly glance at Patrick.

"Take this will ya?" He insisted with the offer of the large bag stuffed with belongings. "I'm gonna take her for a walk, meet back up with you later kiddo." The look Crowley gave Patrick suggested well enough, they would have much to discuss now that the treasure hunt was over; and while they had supposedly walked away with nothing... Patrick looked at the bag he took a little suspiciously. Thus when he pulled the flap open to look inside, the sulky frown on his face quickly twisted at what remained inside. These were Crowley's belongings at all, but a spare bag full of trinkets collected from the ruins; crystalline objects that all still emitted a faint glow thanks to the Cylus moons.

"The old bastard left his own bag behind just to carry these." He muttered as he thought back to when the group recollected their belongings. "Guess is to be our spoils, feel free to take something out of there." At least one or two things would be enough hopefully, since someone else would certainly need the rest to pay off her own expenses. With Raimeus out of the picture now Kleo would certainly have a lot on her plate, and whatever the group didn't take with them would certainly benefit her along the way. "Guess this is where some of us split." The Rharnian figured once the bag was passed around, sure enough he reached in only to pull out one simple object. The chalice. How Crowley managed to slip that in there was also beyond Patrick, but after everything that had happened... well he wasn't going to part ways with it now.

"I... have to admit this feels strange." The Rharnian admitted as he looked to each remaining person individually. There was Finn who was only a boy, yet had wound up caught in this mess through a simply stupid night. Then there was Peleus who... through whatever fucked up sense of 'honor' he had, followed the group more or less because of another there. Niv. The little quiet Tunawa who'd sat on Ellen's shoulder the entire time, certainly happy that they were all alive and well in Foster's once more. Then of course Ellen'wyn as the half-bred Avriel looked perplexed, or maybe she too felt the same way he did in some form or fashion. Maybe they all did though. While nothing was for certain the last one he looked at, Bran, left Patrick with a faint smile on his face before he finally continued. "We all started out as a bunch of misfits, all joining for our own reasons on this grand treasure hunt. Kind of feels sad though... now that it's over."

Perhaps because they reached the end now, which meant they no longer had cause to stick together any longer. "I guess this is where we go our separate ways. It's been fun you guys, even in this damnable cold." While the others displayed a mixed array of reactions it became obvious they might've shared the same feelings. Regardless Patrick nodded to each one that took their leave, the first being Peleus now that he needed to report back to Gangui. Then Finn parted after he gave his farewell to everyone, along with Niv as she too needed to return back to her superior. After Oberan gave whatever farewell he deemed worthy of the two, only Ellen lingered with Patrick as she stood a little closer. Within the coming Trials after this one, she'd come to be an endangered asset to his next sudden journey.

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Congratulations!!!
We're now done with the quest!! Please do feel free to submit a closer if you feel the need to, and send me a list of the lores you'd like from this event.

Last note on this said there were 240 members alive at the end of round 6? Guess what, only 80 people made it out of Orimar alive... along with something else. >.> 400 volunteers and only 80, not including those in our private group, managed to escape the ruins. Hope you all had as much fun with this as I did!

Note for the Reviewer/Mod
The following rewards are to be attached to the request/review for this thread:
Ellen'wyn: +1 Crystal Dagger
Finn: +1 Crystal Armlet
Oberan: Whatever item/trinket Oberan requests in his post.

*These crystalline objects are refined substances of the Moonflow from Orimar, which will cause them to emit faint blue glows on full moons and all throughout Cylus. They do not possess any magical properties but can with a Master Alchemist or Transmuter, while their quality never diminishes due to their rarity.

[Oberan]

For a while, all that was around was a dark night sky speckled with millions of stars. A sight that could be found at the top of the highest mountain, or in the middle of a field of soft grass away from civilization. It was calm and peaceful here. Oberan relished in the quiet for as long as it lasted, content to be away from the stressful environment Orimar had turned out to be.

Naturally, it could not last forever. Before long, the quiet was broken by noise. The characteristic scent of Foster’s grime and dead fish penetrated the space, as did the visual of the port town. Part of the Mortalborn was glad to be back, but another would have liked to spend a bit longer among the stars.

It was cold here, and Oberan pulled his cloak a bit closer around his body.

“Holy shit,” Pat exclaimed. That was a good way of putting it. Really, Oberan couldn’t come up with a better descriptor of what had transpired this day. Holy shit indeed.

Crowley left with the woman –Kleo, was it?—leaving the others behind, along with a bag of his belongings. Only, he’d pulled a good old switcheroo while no-one was looking, and the sack actually contained a certain amount of treasure swiped from Orimar.

“I’ll be damned. Shame on me for not even thinking about that.”

In his defense, the Mortalborn had been a little preoccupied with other matters, such as survival, and the Guardian’s rapidly weakening state. Well, if Crowley had taken the treasure when Oberan suspected he had, anyway. He chose a gauntlet from the bag, liking the simple but sleek and beautiful design. While he didn’t know whether the piece of armor was used as protection or had a ceremonial function, it appeared to be rather sturdy. It was also fairly light, all things considering. Unfortunately, there seemed to be only one gauntlet among the salvaged goods, so he’d have to make do with the one. He likely wouldn’t be wearing it, but it would make a nice memento either way.

Patrick made his speech, his goodbye to everyone. Bran wasn’t too sure how he felt about these people. Ellen and Niv and Crowley, well, he hadn’t interacted a lot with them, so he couldn’t claim to actually know them. Peleus and Finn he had a dislike for, the former for being a Turkey fool, the other for being a pain in the ass with a snitchy streak. Kleo… there was some sympathy for her situation, but nothing more than that. Patrick himself, yeah, Oberan did like the Rharnian. He’d kind of miss the guy when they split ways. Still, he gave a wide grin to all of the ones still present.

“Fun might be the wrong word to use, but this escapade certainly was something. It’s been a wild ride.”

While everyone else said their goodbyes and left the square, Oberan waited until he was one of the last three left, and it became clear that neither Pat nor Ellen would be leaving before him. He patted the Rharnian on the shoulder, sending a wink his way.

“Told you I could open anything,” he grinned, though something was missing in the expression. “Next time we run into each other, I’ll buy you a drink, yeah?”

He took a few paces backwards then, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Well, farewell to you both, I suppose. Tell the old man I said bye, okay? See you again someday, in a less life-threatening situation, preferably.”

Having said what he wanted to say, Oberan waved a hand, turned on his heels, and began walking back home, dropping the smile as his mind thought back on the most recent couple hours.

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+1 crystal gauntlet, please

[Maltruism]

Come and get your Loot!

(There's plenty more where that came from)

PATRICK:

XP Rewards: 20

These points CAN be used for Rupturing

Skill-Knowledges:

• Acrobatics: Catching Weapons/Tools Thrown Your Way
• Blades, Broadsword: Aim and Timing Matter
• Blades, Broadsword: Aiming For Vital Signs
• Blades, Broadsword: Breaking Chain Links With A Blow
• Blades, Broadsword: Jabbing Your Blade Into An Enemy
• Investigation: Discovering Lost Pieces of History
• Investigation: Searching Ruins For Treasure
• Leadership: Improvising When Things Go Astray
• Linguistics: Imparted With Knowledge of Orimatsun
• Linguistics: Verbally Exposed to Orimatsun
• Logistics: Drawing Conclusion From Clues of the Past
• Logistics: Realizing When You've Had The Wrong Idea
• Research: Significance Murals and Pieces Lost To Time
• Research: Studying Ancient Runes At An Ancient Sight
• Running: Outrunning Abhorrent Abominations
• Rupturing: Creating Portals With A Frenzied Spark
• Rupturing: Nearly Overstepping Due To Concentrated Power Sources
• Strength: Freeing A Jammed Shackle From Stone
• Tactics: Formulating Plans For An Escape
• Unarmed, Brawling: Crushing Things With Your Foot

Non-skill-Knowledges:

• Personal: Survived Orimar
• Personal: Witnessed The Guardian of Orimar
• Orimar: The City of Crystal
• Orimar: The Downfall of a Bastion
• Orimar: The Seven Seers And The Betrayal
• Orimar: The Guardian and His Charge
• Orimatsun: They Worshipped Emean "Gods"
• Orimatsun: Were Fooled Into A Ritual
• Orimatsun: Refined the "Moonflow" Into crystalline substance
• Moonflow: A Mysterious Substance
• Moonflow: Is Deadly to Consume
• Moonflow: Can Be Refined Somehow

Loot:

Crystal Chalice: An ancient cup that has been crafted mostly from a refined crystalline material, it's properties still rather a large mystery, the substance which it was made from is only known as "Moonflow." During Full Moon phases and all throughout Cylus, the crystal material emits a soft blue glow.

Loss/Injuries:

Verge of Overstepping, due to the nature of the Moonflow's presence Patrick's Spark nearly went into a 'hyperdrive' state. Nothing he couldn't recover from after seeing a doctor in Southguard.

Renown: 20

I realize this shook a small portion of the world, and word of the whole episode would get out. But are you sure you want such unanimous recognition for having brought it about? There may be times, and confrontations by those friends of those lost, where you might deny having had anything to do with it. So I cut it to 20. If you strongly object, I can always go back to 25 and have families and friends of some of those mercs decide that you guys left them behind out of cowardice and greed...lol

OBERAN:

XP Rewards: 20

These points can NOT be used for magic.

Skill-Knowledges:

• Appraisal: appreciating the design of a gauntlet
• Appraisal: using your hand to figure out a mechanism
• Detection: Determining the source of a bad smell
• Detection: Knowing something’s not right about your body
• Detection: Smelling a really bad smell
• Linguistics: Imparted With Knowledge of Orimatsun
• Linguistics: Verbally Exposed to Orimatsun
• Ranged (Sling): Ammo can be found on the ground
• Ranged (Sling): Good for dealing with mortals, not with undead
• Ranged (Sling): Keeping calm is necessary for good aim
• Ranged (Sling): Moving and firing as a novice is a good way to miss the target
• Running: Running for your life
• Stealth: Do suspicious acts when no one is watching
• Stealth: Hiding a sling by wearing it as a wristband
• Unarmed (Agudo): Attack while evading
• Unarmed (Agudo): Even when unarmed, you’re not really unarmed
• Unarmed (Agudo): Low kick to trip the enemy

Non-skill-Knowledges:

• Moonflow: A Mysterious Substance
• Moonflow: Is Deadly to Consume
• Moonflow: Can Be Refined Somehow
• Orimar: The City of Crystal
• Orimar: Destroyed
• Orimar: The Downfall of a Bastion
• Orimar: The Guardian and His Charge
• Orimar: The Monsters were actually priestesses
• Orimar: Populated by monsters
• Orimar: The Seven Seers And The Betrayal
• Orimatsun: Refined the "Moonflow" Into crystalline substance
• Orimatsun: They Worshipped Emean "Gods"
• Orimatsun: Were Fooled Into A Ritual
• The Guardian: Dead
• The Guardian: Blew himself up to destroy Orimar
• The Guardian: Did not want Orimar to continue existing
• The Guardian: A friend?

Loot:

Crystal Gauntlet: An ancient gauntlet that has been crafted mostly from a refined crystalline material, it's properties still rather a large mystery, the substance which it was made from is only known as "Moonflow." During Full Moon phases and all throughout Cylus, the crystal material emits a soft blue glow.

God Seal: Just as the use of God Key allows for Oberan to unlock any door/seal he chooses, God Seal is a power that functions almost exactly the same but with the opposite effect. Born from embodying the Guardian of Orimar for a brief amount of time, this ability allows Oberan to utilize a key to create a permanent lock on any door/container in the world, one only he is able to unlock by utilizing the God Key power at his disposal; like God Key any keys used in this process is consumed and rendered useless.

Possession Control: I am adding this at my own discretion. Having been possessed by the Guardian, Oberan now has far greater control over any allowed or attempted possession by a lesser spirit. Mostly this refers to the ghost skill. An allowed possession is nearly instantaneous, and is far more agile and effective. Only a ghostly Master of Possession would be able to usurp unwilling control of Oberan completely, and it would take a struggle of a few bits to accomplish.

Loss/Injuries:

Echo of the Guardian: Every now and then Oberan will have an episode; where he'll randomly hear the sound of static (much like a rupturing portal) or faint whispers. This being due to the fact he and The Guardian shared a body/mind briefly, and later opened a portal in the entity's name.

Renown: 20

Same as described for Patrick above

Comments:

Epic guys! Absolutely Epic! I'm sorry I lost track of this after claiming it.
I'm so glad you stuck in out Oberan (even if you DO hit like a bitch). I actually liked that you did not write out Raimeus' exact demise. Left it open to the imagination. I'd like to think he got "enjoy" being torn apart by the Val'ketosh, but living just long enough to also be crushed to death by the cave-in.
Having gotten a few less Skill Knowledges, I'm glad you got a bit more exotic rewards in their place. And that Possession thing is not a "handout" either. It genuinely makes sense to me that Oberan would gain such an affinity for Possession Control after that ordeal. It may yet come in handy in Rhakros too!
There were of course, over such an extensive thread, a few misspellings and such, but Pfffffffffft!