- Written by Comstrike Comstrike
- Category: Scions of Numenor - The Book of Thursby Scions of Numenor - The Book of Thursby
- Published: 30 December 2020 30 December 2020
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"Written details and instructions become as vague and uncertain as myths given enough time."
- Ossimira Meigs, "Technospectives."
The legendary weapons and crystals of the old forge masters continued to glow and sparkle for many years after the white ships left their home world. To the dismay of all however the imbued qualities faded over time and for ages they remained stunning but static examples of craftwork seemingly beyond the people’s skill.
Or at least it seemed.
Many attempts were made to forge new weapons, often using gems and metals from lesser ancient examples. The techniques were well documented and often practiced. But to no avail. New and ancient blade and gem sat dark.
The dark was how best Benjimir preferred to keep his quarters at night with his gaze and mind cast toward the stars ahead. Of late the blue world and it's moons along the fleets course were foremost on his mind. One pale and white, the other red and luminous. As was customary the fleet was deep into study of the bodies orbiting the star ahead. The fleets intended destination was directly past this system in the center of a constellation, at least from the perspective of their forefathers.
There were many whose task it already was to determine plans to navigate the system, take advantage of the opportunity to obtain resources before the fleets journey continued. This did not prevent Benjimir from pondering the same things for himself.
It was a faint shimmer from his case of relics which drew his attention away from the starscape outside his porthole. The Beacon of Andunie had awakened.