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Kavtha, the Water Golem and Guardian of Cula.
As large as the heavens above, and a temper as deep as the seas below, Kavtha was a god not big on too many words. Legends state that should the last of those wielding C’ula’s blood be killed, the wrath of the of Kavtha shall engulf the realms for a time, times, and half a time. Scholars of C’ula once found ancient texts of the water god.
“May the people of C’ula give thanks to the great water stone. May thine waters churn forevermore. May thine enemies know the wrath of thine tempest seas. By the great hand of the highest waters, thine throne hath been brought forth. Pray thee that many attest to the aversion of C’ula destruction. Thine fury shall engulf and drown the lands of the earth and seas of air until Poseidon himself might crown thee Prince of All Waters Beneath and Above.”
Even now, I could feel the waves crashing against my ship. Each one was filled with divine anger. I grabbed my coat and ran outside.
When I came outside, I was greeted by the might of the seas. A chorus of rain and thunder crashed down over the Isles of Delverhold. I watched trees rip up from the ground. Monstrously high tsunamis rose in the air. My crew screamed in the distance. The earth shook with such violence that waves of magic and water crashed against the barrier of my ship, effortlessly breaking it into pieces.
Despite the dangers, I worried for Nei and the other fairmaids. They still hadn’t returned and the storm was making it a little difficult to find them. My crew screamed behind me. The skies grew dark as a tower of water threatened to overtake not just my ship, but also the whole fourth island.
I chuckled while An’raie’s voice stirred within me. “The false god doth reveal his presence quite extraordinarily,” she said.
Aye, that he does.
With a wave of my arms, and clench of my hands, I ripped the enormous wave apart, crashing it back into the sea. Those aboard the ship stared in awe as I gathered the falling rain and crashed the clouds together. I weaved and motioned my hands, my fingers working as tremendous whirlpools, strong enough to suck in my ship were created. Luckly, I managed to pull a piece of the sea up for the ship, keeping it from being pulled away.
“What the fuck is going on?” I heard behind me.
Thanks to the rain, I got a pretty good image of Ellen, her body soaked, screaming at me. The others aboard the ship arrived as they stared in awe, looking over the side of the wooden railings.
“We’ve angered a minor spirit-god, Ellen! Make haste and bring out the urn to me! Fucker’s already angry enough to drown this part of the Coffin’s Mouth. Luckily, I won’t let that happen! You’re in command until I get back!” I said.
“What the fuck do you mean until you get… What the fuck are you doing?!”
Deliberately not allowing Ellen to finish, I jumped off the side of the ship. My body sailed through the heavy rain and ferocious wind. I landed in the sea with a loud crash, its floors shaking as the body of earthstone and water continued to make its way before me.
“Mine aid is limited. The task of breaking the seal from the Betrayer’s spawn hath left me without much mana. However, I sense thine confidence. Perhaps mine words were unneeded,” An’raie said as I quickly started gathering a large body of water around me.
I grinned. “I be lucky that I have the care of such a beautiful spirit,” I said.
An’raie didn’t respond, choosing not to speak further. However, I chose to leave her with my words for now. I focused back on my task, crafting the image in my mind with the seas at my disposal. I’d faced impossibly large beasts before. Some of them could be so big that they’d blot out the sun of all underneath them.
With all the water I needed, I resurfaced. I quickly opened a part of the water surrounding me to breathe. The rest I crafted with large arms and a large body. From my left hand to my right, I formed the shape of a being entirely held together by my abilities of the sea.
The waters beneath my feet kept me upright and balanced inside the form of the beast I’d created. Large wings made of water formed out of its backside, a violent maw of jagged water hooks resembling teeth were crafted, and a body strong as I hoped was revealed. A gargantuan figure that I’d morph from the torrential rain and turbulent seas raised its mighty hand in the air and crashed it back into the water.
Now, I admit this performance was a bit more grander than what someone like Kavtha was worth. However, I felt the desire to stretch my power as far as I could. Like a starving man who suddenly found himself in front of a king’s table, I felt the urge to relish in the feeling.
Naturally, I turned back to see how my crew fared. I was greeted by their stunned looks. Ellen, Diane, and Naala watched my creation in stunned silence. Thankfully, they’d retrieved the urn. I noticed Nz’ia standing just near the door, far away from the waters that surrounded çeşme escort the ship.
With a wave of my hand, I gathered the urn into my creature formed entirely of the sea. I then lowered the ship back into the ocean. I maneuvered a few waves to push it back to the fourth island’s shore. Never did I think I’d see worry on Ellen’s face. I merely calmed her with a wink of my eye before I turned back to the open sea.
Suddenly, the seas exploded in front of me. I was greeted by a being the same size as my giant avatar of the sea. A body of refined, enchanted stone, eyes like whirlpools, and an open torso lined with four blue orbs, each spilling out water enough to fill a damn desert, appeared in front of me. The stone was lined with numerous archaic runes from times long gone. I was amazed when I saw the maelstrom of magical energy coursing through this minor god’s body.
To be honest, though I felt good about my chances, I was still amazed that I trembled slightly. As of right now, Kavtha was stronger than the succubus who returned back to the depth of Hades. His power was clearly not to be underestimated. Had I not my abilities, I would not have considered combating him so casually. In fact, my luck might have been stronger than I thought. Truth be told, without Liara, I doubted I’d reliably take down someone of Kavtha’s level. I sure as hell couldn’t rely on my crew of makeshift pirates.
The mages would be no help. Any spell they fired wouldn’t get through the powerful, enchanted magics that the god wielded. In fact, I doubted all but the most powerful mages outside of Liara and perhaps An’raie had only the slightest hope of defeating such a bastard. The frozen troll of Delverhold couldn’t even hold a fucking candle to Kavtha.
Just my mortal body alone barely covered one of his watered eye sockets.
“The Golem of Twin Seas hath grown in vast power since I last felt his divine essence. It’s still more than even I would dare handle,” An’raie said while I slowly nodded.
“Aye, he be an impression being, especially for a minor god,” I replied.
The storms continued to rage. Kavtha and I, god and mortal, continued to stare at each other. I didn’t expect the being of water and stone to speak. In all recorded history, or that I know of from Liara, no mortal has ever heard Kavtha speak. In fact, I should be glad he doesn’t. Unless deemed worthy by a god, even a minor one, a person could lose their very mind should they hear the manifestations of the god’s voice.
How Liara survived such encounters time and again puzzled me, but it was known that the witch communed with many great spirits, gods, and demons. The knowledge of how she even did that was beyond me, but I couldn’t afford to have my attention diverted anymore.
Using my avatar’s massive arm of water, I pushed the urn to the front of it’s palm. Holding the urn, I held it out to the water golem. Without taking its eyes off me, it’s mighty arm ruptured out of the sea. I wondered what my men thought when they looked up and saw this mighty transaction. I wondered what Liara might say if she could see this as well.
Before Kavtha could grab the urn, I moved my arm and maneuvered the water avatar’s limb to quickly jerk it out of the god’s grasp. Seas churned with even more fury than before. The ground beneath us shook. The earth split under the seas. Giant tsunamis, enough to drown the fourth island ten times over, rose into the air. However, they didn’t get far. With my opposing hand, I crashed them back into the sea.
Using a spell to increase the volume of my voice, I spoke. “Not so fast, Kavtha. For all intents and purposes, this urn be mine. Your people sold it away and I paid precious coin for it. Your people were the ones who sold it away. If ya want your precious relic back, then you best give me something of equal value. Nothing in this world be free, not even to you,” I said, making sure my voice was heard.
I believe I succeeded because Kavtha suddenly raised his stone arms. Crashing one of them into the side of my water avatar’s body. The blow staggered me for only a moment, the rumbling of the seas in my ears letting me know how strong the blow was. Thankfully, his fist crashed through the waters just a few feet from my face. I rolled the waves back into place while the storms grew stronger around us.
“This ain’t gonna do ya any favors, Kavtha! I won’t kill you and you can’t kill me. Ya should be glad you’ve met a pirate willing to make a fair deal,” I said as I clenched my hands. Tendrils of water exploded from beneath the tides. One wrapped around the Guardian of C’ula’s arms while others grabbed his neck.
It was true. I wouldn’t slay Kavtha even though it was within my means to do so. Even though he was a minor god, and I shall use such a term loosely, there were consequences to killing a being filled with divine essence. Great misfortune was supposed to befall one who took down such a powerful başakşehir escort creature. The divine essence would be released and absorbed into the one who slayed the god.
Now, that might sound like a fucking joy to anyone able to accomplish the task. After all, the powers of a divine being, even a minor one, grand immensely powerful benefits. Naturally people worship that deity. All that praise, mana, and essence was transferred to the slayer of that god. It might seem like the perfect dream for anyone wishing to obtain great power.
However, there are numerous curses as well. Mortals, no matter how well they trained or studied, were still mortals. Divine essence would fuck up the body worse than any shot of drug or pitcher of snake’s ale. From the inside out, just like An’raie nearly did to me, the divine essence would slowly leak out, breaking the slayer’s body before they were destroyed. Just like with the void worms, the slayer would be forced to feel their own immense power leak out. Every part of the process was enough to tear the mind to pieces, and there’d be no way blunt the fucking pain.
Next, just like the minor god, or minor spirit, the person was restricted to whatever laws or territories the slayed being was. If I slayed Kavtha, I’d be unable to ever leave the lands of C’ula. I couldn’t settle mortal affairs such as wars, usurpation of thrones and powers, or even search the seas for treasures. I would be merely bound by the oath Kavtha made with the first settlers of C’ula. I would only be able to intervene if the nation known as ‘C’ula’ was in danger of being annihilated.
This and many more consequences followed suit if one carelessly killed one of these minor gods. Now that said, obviously shit like doesn’t fucking happen like the sun rising and setting every fucking day. There’s a reason these fucking beings were considered gods. One doesn’t just trifle with them easily.
…unless they were fucking me of course!
I admired the Water Golem’s strength. Just trying to restrain him brought me back to those times I’d defeated a kraken. His body crashed against the surface of mine. I used more tendrils. Violent tempests raged in the distance. Lightning struck the ground around the fourth island, catching trees on fire and burning the sand to cinders.
I hoped to deal with this quickly. While my powers are good for causing storms and the like, I don’t got too much control over the wind and lightning they produce.
I slowly watched the enchanting runes on Kavtha’s stone body emit an ominous glow. He then opened his mouth. A spray of water, enough to drown the whole of Delverhold blasted out of his mouth. How I wondered what was going through that god’s mind when I held out my hand and the waters stopped there in the middle of the air.
Sorry, Kavtha. I’d already been in one intense battle on this voyage. I wasn’t ready for another so soon. In any other circumstance, I’d love to test my powers against Kavtha’s. However, I’d have to humble the minor god.
“I told ya, Kavtha, there will be no victor in this battle. Settle your pride and we shall part our ways” I said as I gathered the waters of the sea and lifted the mighty god out of his home. His fury became evident. The rain turned into hail, each of them crashing down in such mighty blows that I had to weave another piece of water just to protect my crew on the fourth island from the deadly boulders.
One might think this impossible to do with just water, but the density by which I could manipulate the liquids easily made it the perfect barrier for such an onslaught. No matter how Kavtha raged at me, firing spouts of water and intense magic, I deflected them all. Some of them were fired right back in the fucker’s face.
Naturally, these attacks only seemed to infuriate the god more. I slammed my hands together and large spears of water punctured through his body. The force hurled the monster of water and stone back into the sea, the force enough to even unsettle me where I floated within my avatar.
I barely had any time to rest before another blast of concentrated water was fired at me. This one was even faster than the last, shocking me when it ripped through the arm of my avatar with ease. I watched the arm crash into the sea before I pulled it up and formed it again.
Another blast was fired at me, but I was quick to deflect it this time. With an upward swipe of my arm, the pure water sailed into the air and pierced through the clouds. I, and my crew on the fourth island, were greeted by the sight of a gigantic blue magic matric large enough to cover all five isles of Delverhold at once.
“His countenance is rather grandiose,” An’raie said before the matrix cracked into pieces. The skies were blown apart. A chorus of water enough to drown the largest desert on D’orn rained down upon us.
Unfortunately for Kavtha, our fate was not to be crushed beneath the pressure küçükçekmece escort of an entire Isles’ worth of water. As the waves came crashing down, I swiped my hand. The upper seas exploded in a vast array of rain that showered both my avatar and the seas below. I frowned and tightened my fists.
“Alright ya minor god, never say I didn’t give ya the chance!” I said as I maneuvered my avatar’s watery hands into the air. I felt Kavtha beneath the tides, his gigantic form impossible to miss. Left and right, left and right, I swung my arms fervently. I wrapped Kavtha in a prison of water. I could feel the explosion of his god-like strength.
If Kavtha had faced anyone else, he might have inspired great fear and humility in them. Unfortunately, he had the fate of falling prey to me. I controlled all forms of water, even those that powered the minor god himself!
I yanked my hand and I heard an ear-piercing scream from beneath the ocean. A large blue orb flew into my hands. Soon, the seas lost most of their tirade. I couldn’t do much about the storm that began to naturally take its own course.
I looked down at the orb. It pulsed in my hands, small ripples like those of the ocean coursing through its body. It was wet and radiated with power. Water continued to drip off my fingers without end. I felt almost overwhelmed by the mana just waiting to be absorbed into my body.
That said, I didn’t allow it. I merely watched it continue to circulate back into the orb, the Heart of Kavtha. I took a deep breath, my one lung burning from the strain. It would always be a constant reminder to the results of my greed.
While I held the orb, I smiled when Kavtha didn’t make his appearance. Naturally, he wouldn’t be able to do so. I had taken the thing which kept the water golem together, the same thing that powered those fucking intricate runes that lined his body. If I truly desired, as long as I held this orb, Kavtha’s body would never form again. In fact, there was something I could do with this orb that’d almost be worth the consequences.
Unfortunately, my mind held to other matters. It wouldn’t do well for me to cause Liara trouble with great gods and demons if, and when, she decided to take refuge beneath my flag. After all, I couldn’t fathom the depth of her relationship with such powerful beings. It’d be better to not break such a thing.
With Kavtha temporarily indisposed, I did a quick search for Nei and the other fairmaids. Thankfully, they were all fine. I sensed them hiding in one of the caverns beneath the fourth island. I sighed, relieved that, despite the chaos, they were safe.
I then turned back to my business.
“Alright, Kavtha, this battle has wasted enough of the day between us. I already told ya. You can’t kill me and I won’t kill you. There can be peace between us. I suggest you take it as I’m not usually known for such mercies. You may have your urn back. All I desire is a barrel of Water Crystals. I believe that to be a fair trade,” I said into the orb itself.
Even with his body in pieces, I knew Kavtha heard me. The orb glowed brightly in my hands, a pulse of divine essence moving through me every now and then. It was very angry. Well, Kavtha wasn’t known for his fucking patience. That said, Kavtha could blow and howl until his damn heart orb exploded into pieces. That wouldn’t transfer the essence to me and he’d be left down there in the Delverhold waters until the end of time.
What I wanted was something only a water god or spirit like Kavtha could give me. Water Crystals were exactly as their name suggested. They were crystals formed and shaped from the deepest parts of the ocean while being fused with divine essence. When eaten, the water from a water crystal can cause a mortal to go without thirst for a hundred days. It was said that within each water crystal, there lies an entire clear stream’s bank of water. If broken, that stream could be released.
Those water crystals would be fucking vital to me in arrid climates. Of course, I could pull the water from the air in these desert climates but, even for me, that was pretty fucking hard to do. I’d allow for anything to make my fucking life easier in those horrid circumstances that I knew I’d find myself in. Plus, there was another use for them. It was one I fucking wished I knew in my last life. That would not be repeated this time.
Ten minutes passed as I listened to the angry pulses of the Heart of Kavtha. I frowned. “My patience wears thin, Kavtha. Lay whatever pride you’ve got as a god beneath the sea and accept my offer. I could just as easily break the urn into a thousand pieces, but that serves neither you nor I. I shan’t ask again,” I said.
The heart pulsed even harder. Water spilled out of it in droves. If this continued, Kavtha would gather enough essence to form himself again, if only barely.
I was already coming up with a plan for this until I felt a hand touch my shoulder. “Now, Kavtha, though I have not seen fit to honor my gaze with thee, I’ve known thee to be far more practical than this. I believe the Dear Captain has made a rather amiable offer. I suggest you not pursue the matter further, unless you would have no further need of my services. That would open me up to more encounters with Halrim,” the most beautiful voice I’d come to now said next to me.
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