Once upon Istori...
In Blackheart Forest the mysterious magickal creature moved quickly hunting its choose me prey. It shimmered betwixt dimensions and soon it was close
and ready for the killing strike. Then something went wrong. The creatures senses became twisted into confusion and pain for a brief moment before it
became a non-thing.
A young woman stepped out from behind a tree, her gloom coloured garbs complemented her sharp pale complexion and black flowing hair. Peering unafraid
with violet hued eyes she walks over to the dead creature and crouches down next to its sickly misshapen head, reaching out with long smooth fingers
to pluck out one of its eyes. Smiling wickedly as she does so. "THAT WILL DO PLEASENTLY" voices Mary Dragora, Queen of Imperium Averna.
Admist the wonderous dusking skies came forth the last dragon, gracing the air and filling it with ancient sorcery. This was an Elder of the creatrix.
Its broad, long body was plated with quantum scales and gem red eyes surveyed the landscape below as it searched for the point of its discomfort.
Across the exotic sands of Cite that the slumber of occult embers remained deeply buried and on towards more habitable lands of Imperium Averna,
searching for the trace of energy that had provoked it from its own realm of secrets.
With acute grace it spiraled downward over a vast forest of weird growth making, rest around a wide clearing and waited.
From the treeline stepped out Tissington dressed in soft metal armour of uniformed deep magenta engraved with protective sigils. She was Senior
Guardian of the ruling House Ruby. Her ocean green eyes focused intently on the Elder as she spoke confidently under its gaze.
"This realm is under magickal catastrophe that sweeps and destroys and our greatest efforts to see it yeild have been unsuccessful."
The Elder remained still but spoke deeply.
"From non-euclidean dreams l awake unsettled to witness the leering antediluvian shores bobbing and slithering across this realm. It is She who is the
cause. She who wields occult mazes of mathematical abysses.
"Tell me, gracious Elder of the Creatrix, where can of whom you speak be found? "
"Seek out and gather the Five Eldritch Screaming Constellations. Use them to venture into Her domain."
Tissington nodded and began to turn away back into the forest when the Elder spoke once more.
"There is one other thing that is required for the capture of the Five. Take but one scale from me."
As she gradually approached the dragon she could sense the warmth of the Elder's magickal power that thrilled her spirit and trembling she reached out
a delicate hand to take the gift offered. The quantum scale drew out into her hand and absorbed into her skin with ice like pain, though Tissington
flinched not once. A selection of tiny inked glyphs formed across the palm of her hand that touched the scale.
"What does it mean?" she asked.
The dragon moved its wings and was soaring high towards the emerging moon. The Elders cryptic answer remained with her. A sharpness of Dragons.
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