Legend of Serenitium

Legends tell of an era when the gods of the world fought among themself, and in their divine might nearly tore the world they had created eons back themself had created. The skies above the world was torn apart regularly when the gods clashed into each other. Maybe due to the bloodbath of the clashing or that the gods had been fighting for so long that they had forgotten the mortals that were trying to survive down on the mortal plane as the skies above them were being torn apart by thunder and floods were destroying the coast of the land, volcanoes were erupting, even those that were believed to have been extinct were erupting.   Even the mortals were not exempt from the war among the gods, not only were their land being torn apart from the clash between the gods themself, but followers of each god were also fighting the followers of the other gods.   It was in these chaotic times that a young spirit, strong in willpower but was struggling to keep her small group of followers out of the chaos the rest of the world had been thrown into. This young spirit was going by the name of Mara.   Walking up to the huge door marking the entrance into the domain of one of the few gods who had maintained neutrality, Daedhir, the dwarven god of smithing, Mara took a deep sigh and hefted her bag up on her shoulders before she knocked on the door with as much force as she could muster.   After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open by itself, and Mara walked on, cautious, looking around her, examining all shadows for potential threats. Following the sound of a hammer hitting metal and the golden glow emanating from a great hall at the end of the hallway. Entering the great hall, Mara was hit with the heat from several furnaces, and in the middle of them all, stood Daedhir, at least three times bigger than Mara. Walking cautiously between the furnaces, trying not to get too close to any of them.   "Greetings, Daedhir, god of the furnace, of the dwarves." Mara made a respectful bow, her arms out to the side, head lowered.   Deadhir at first didn't seem to hear her, and just as Mara was about to repeat her greeting, Deadhir stopped hammering, placed the piece of metal he was working on back in the flaming hot coals, and set his hammer down on the anvil. Only then did he turn to face Mara.   "Greetings, spirit," Daedhir said, his voice a deep rumble. "What brings you to the domain of the gods, little spirit?"   Mara took a moment to get her thoughts in order before she fixed Deadhir with a determined glance.   "As you know, the other gods are tearing up the heavens and their followers. When they are not being destroyed by the effects of the gods war, they are then busy killing each other." Mara was quiet for a moment before continuing again. "I have come, not to make a demand, not even a request; I bring you an offering." Mara took her bag, opened it, and took out a flask filled with a faintly glowing liquid.   Daedhir bent down on a knee and held out his hand. Mara placed the flask on it, and Daedhir lifted it to get a better look at the flask that Mara had brought and offered to him. For several moments, he examined the flask, a few times looking back at Mara, who stood there, putting on a brave face. After having looked the flask over severla times, Daedhir finally spoke.   "It's a strange thing to bring as an offering to a god. Care to tell me what it is and why you have brought it here as an offering?"   "It's the collected tears of every mortal that has mourned the loss of a loved one due to the war... I bring it to you in the hope that it will convince you to wield your influence and bring the war to an end before it destroys the world", Mara said with a determined voice, maintaining eye contact with Daedhir, despite every fibre of her body telling her to look away.   Daedhir was silent for quite some time before simply nodding and standing back up.   "You should know, Mara the spirit, that I can not end the war between the other gods." he turned the flask around in his hand. "I might be able to do something else, though. Come back in a week, and I can show you."   Mara, her jaw tensed tight over the news that her journey might have been in vain, simply nodded and again bowed her head, arms out, slowly backing away to a respectful distance before turning around and walking out the doors to the dwarven domain. Once outside again, Mara looked around and in the distance could see a group of the gods fighting, some of their lightning bolts or fire bolts hitting the other gods; still, many of them failed to fit and continued their plunge to the surface, where they, without a doubt, would cause an untold amount of destruction.   Over the following week, Mara did her best to help the mortals, although being only a spirit meant that she was limited in what she could do, mostly limited to some healing of wounds or giving a small amount of blessings that ensured that a farmer's supply of corn for the winter didn't spoil. Despite what felt like a disappointment a week earlier, Mara yet again found her standing in front of the door to Daedhirs domain, although this time, she didnt have to knock on the door as once she got close enough, they opend themself and she contiuned to walk in. Unlike the last time, where she had been on guard for potential attacks from the many shadows, this time she was confident and continued to walk into the great hall, stopping at the entrance. Mara yet again took in the view of the many furnaces. What surprised Mara, that she hadn't picked this up as she walked down the hallway, but this time, there was no sound of hammers hitting metal; instead, Daedhir stood, arms crossed and watched Mara as she entered.   Walking up to Daedhir, Mara again bowed.   "Greetings, Daedhir, god of the furnace, of the dwarves. I have returned as you asked."   "Daedhir studied her for a few moments before giving a satisfied nod and walking over to the nearest wall, picking up something that had been wrapped in cloth before presenting it to Mara.   "Mara, as I told you, I can't interfere in the other gods' war, but as I told you, I believed I was able to do something else, something better," Daedhir sai,d and Mara thought she saw a faint glimpse of something underneath his massive beard. Was it a faint smile?   After you left, I spent some time pondering your offering and the reason for your visit, and I saw something, not sure what it was yet, only that it would be important." Daedhir nodded towards the bundle that rested on the table between them. "Open it."   Mara hesitated for a moment before unwrapping the bundle and soon saw the blade, then the rest of the shaft, forged in a silvery metal that gleamed a faint, radiant light. Mara looked up at Daedhir, surprised.   "Wha.. whats this?" Mara said, surprised, shifting her gaze between the spear and the dwarven god in front of her.   "This... is the Spear of Serenitium made with the finest metals known to the gods, and it is infused with your offering. Used in the right hands, it can bring both sorrow and, but most importantly, hope to the mortals. Daedhire gestured to the spear.   "Take it and use it to bring an end to the war, both among the gods and the mortals as well. You might just be a spirit, but someday, who knows, you might have what it takes to become a goddess.