The Runic Light

While technically not a traveller, while Technically not lost - the Runic Light is something that was MADE, and is now UNMADE.

Matter becomes energy.

In the Human Years, when the realms were connected and travel was happening, not all travel was exploitive. Between the demons of Infernus and the Minotaur of Parnathum, there existed a thought - how would the runes of fire, work in conjuction with the enchantments of the sun. Both were heat magics after all - and if one could pass the experiment back and forth between teams working each side of the warps in reality, maybe, just maybe, enterprising minds could work the magics over each other. They were not the only teams working this direction but their mission was much more humble.

Manufacturing

The base of the project had to be stone, to hold the runic lettering that would provide the first layer. A mined Nickel Carbide, the runes provided were runes of binding and stability, of which to work as a core. Before Rune-Enriched Magma, the next layer of the construction was superheated steam from the Breath of the underground, held in a layer of demon-shaped iron, but the iron held and enchanted with seals from Parnathum. This was the entire goal of the project, to see to what layer the two magics could work together to contain this sphere of superhot and super-expansive gaseous magic.

Social Impact

While the modern societies do not remember what happened when the Runic Light was completed, the Well does. The minotaurs completed the shell and all would have been stable under the light of the sun of Parnathum - until, as agreed upon, the minotaurs stepped through the rip between realms with the Runic Light, taking the device from a state of powered, to unpowered.

And like a punctured tyre, the outer shell ripped itself apart in its movement. Next came the breath, flowing from the wound as the enchanted iron became a halo around the runic core. Except the core had already bonded to the breath and sought to draw it back in like artificial gravity. This pulsing form of making and unmaking especially in the state of being within the interface of the rip in the well, caused the Runic Light to go from mass, to a form of pulsing energy.

And thus entirely by accident, the Runic Pulsar was created. This was great for the Well, and later for the beings of the Well. Who it wasn't so crash hot for were the minotaurs escorting the Runic Light. Physically, spiritually and metaphysically shredded across the realms, the literal idea of them exploded as a magical aurora seen across every realm and region with a sentient mind. The idea of them sparked ideas across the cosmos even if those inspired could not put to tongue what they had experienced. Those brave enchanters were still dead.

A record, long lost etched in crystal, once held a eulogy to those minotaur, marvelling at their resistance, their strength, and their eternal bravery.

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May you be as brave as the nail-horned bretheren. Whose struggles come not from iron and the march through the wind, but from threat hidden in ever shifting grasses and grains.

May you be as smart and creative - those who sought to work with demonkind in acts of inspired madness, with risks neither of us understood, but of which we braved for the betterment of two realms.

May your journeys be as fearless, travelling back and forth across the stars with merely a step and yet taking the entire of everything past your hoof or claw or wing as you ride the infinite.

May you be remembered, as we remember them, for we glimpsed the impossible with them, but only we lived to tell the tale.

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