In Awe of Ataraxia

The first metallon adept came into existence around seven hundred years ago, when an especially curious Venus adept discovered an equally curious Mars Djinn, hidden away in a mine for countless years. The two befriended eachother and became such good companions that their fellow miners called them the “Hotrock Combo”. Now, although a match between a Mars Djinn and a Venus adept is rare, our story doesn’t end here.

One day, something both deadly and remarkable occurred. An accidental breech in the mine caused an outflow of vanadium pentoxide – a poisonous gas – emitted from an incredibly ancient fungus as it was exposed to the air for the first time in millennia. A feeling of icy cold dread enveloped the miners as they felt their throats constrict, their vision growing fuzzy and their knees beginning to give out. With hardly seconds to think, certain they were all dead, the miners prepared for the worst… but then, something extraordinary happened. The Mars Djinn shot over to the Venus adept’s hand, pulsed once with a fiery red glow, and fused with him. Immediately, the gas was sublimed out of the air, becoming a metallic orange compound the size of a small boulder in the passageway. The thrill of this psynergetic communion between the Venus adept and the Mars Djinn was so powerful, it manifested as an audible hum in the air. Using their now combined strength, the Venus adept lifted the fallen earth back to its original position, and the Mars Djinn followed by sealing the cracks with a blast of heat.

After this incident, their actions were labeled by the multitudes as heroic, despite some brief extremist talk about the heresy of a Mars-Venus alliance. Working together, the Hotrock combo went on to do amazing things. The orange rock they had created in the mine was soon forged into a blade; Rauthaz, which would burst into resonant flame when their intentions were joined. They even defeated the dread pirate Gölsyr, a powerful Mercury adept who had plagued the southern seas for a score and a half years. And, eventually, their skills grew to the point where they themselves merged, and they took up their now famous name and title – Erython, patron saint of Kíramyn.