the area where the history and legend; of the creation of the alliance
of the forming of the three; this has been deemed worthy to pass on..

[..The Dreamer..]

iZrAfeL stood over where Drask lay in the shed, having put down the side
of meat to warm them over. Drask himself was spasming, shivering wildly as
he slept, unconscious.

iZ lay his hands on the suffering elf/dragon, and shook him.

'Drask. Wake up. Please. Only a dream. Only a dream my friend. Calm down.
Peace. You're safe here.'

Drask stirred at the bequest of his companion.

'Dreams can be more real than you will ever know, my Dark friend.'

'How so? Tell me of this, your real dream which has frightened you so.'

'I was being tossed and turned in the black waters of an icy sea. Churning
about, I lost direction. Water, cold, no air, no escape.'

'Coughing and sputtering, I awoke on a beach, if you could call it that. The
twisted landscape appeared to have originated in someone's worst nightmare,
on from which they never
woke.'

'Rocks everywhere, jagged points coming up from the ground. So hard and shap
that this sea of death could no smooth it over, even given a thousand years.
Trees, gnarled and stunted, grew bent out of the hard cold earth. Not a
single leaf to be found anywhere. The keening wind wailed through their
empty boughs.'

'A steady rain began, falling heavily, its acid touch searing my skin and
clothes, the rocks ripping through my blood shod feet as I picked my way
through the least rocky path towards the dead woods.'

'I found a man had fallen into step with me. His eyes had no whites to speak
of, and he possessed a complexion so pale as to be nearly translucent,
starkly contrasted by his black hair and lips. He turned and contorted his
face into a malicious grin that held no mirth whatsoever. The wind for all
its force and lamenting could not displace a hair on his head or his high
collared black cloak. His shiny boots were unscuffed by the little crags on
this forsaken shore. The rain did nothing to his clothes, his hair. It
simply fell away as though turned by a forcefield.'

'We continued walking, this envoy of Darkness and I.'

'"What is this place?"'

'"A compilation of the worst products of your twisted imagination."'

'"Who are you?"'

'"I am you enemy, your darkness, the evil inside you."'

'Soon a castle loomed over us, carved out of the dead rock. Natural spires
erupted from its pointed peaks. We entered by way of a natural tunnel. A
lone raven cried its sinister call
as we passed the wrought iron gates into the castle'

'The interior had been polished enough that it glowed around where the
hidden lights shone upon it, magnifying the light and blackening it at the
same time. We toured the castle, every room with the same shining dark
walls, the same hidden sources of the same glowing light. None of the
private chambers possessed any windows. He took me into a room, with
pictures upon the walls. All my old friends and enemies and passing
acquaintances were contained within these masterfully created stills. Even
Linfaer, still living, was depicted. The Dark One bade me open the drawers,
and change my clothes out of the drenches and torn and wretched garments I
was wearing... These same I have on now.'

'I chose out a silk shirt of forest green with black pants and my crimson
cape, which had miraculously survived.'

Drask pointed out that his magickal cape had in fact emerged from the battle
unscathed.

'My feet were healed by the Envoy of the Dark, and I was given stone soled
boots, which could cross the jagged edged beach safely. I was taken to the
throne room. The throne itself was chiseled from polished obsidian; the
corners and edges of the seat pointed and honed to the sharpness of a rasor.
The Dark Envoy took his rightful seat, while I stood before him.'

'"Now. Why am I here? What do you want of me?"'

'"All we want of you is you. You are the key by which we can pass the door
into the Alliance. If you should give yourself to us, you could be so much
more than the 'Apprentice Records Keeper' You could be the Scribe of
Darkness. And more if you should wish it. All the ones shown on the walls of
your room could be returned to you, if you were to help
us."'

'"I have Linfaer. I would not harm the Alliance for any reward. They are my
only FAMILY. Even if I should die in its defence, I am content to do that
and be who I am. I need nothing more than I have now. The past holds fond
memories, and wistful thinking. Nothing more."'

'"Even if you were to die in its defence? You will die; the alliance will
fall."'

'He lept off his throne, baring his long curved fangs and growling deep
within his throat.'

'I backed off, and prepared to char him as would befit a creature of his
ilk. he came at me. The fireball exploded in his chest. He came on,
screaming like a banshee, his momentum driving him into me. He flailed at me
with his nails, dragging them off my arms even as I tried to fend him off.
The heat of the fire burning his clothes and his flesh
quickly cauterized the wounds. he buried his teeth in my neck, and you
fortitiously woke me at that point.'

Drask bared his arms, showing the whole of the conscious Alliance the scable
of a multitude of scratches; he raised his chin to reveal a pair of
punctures on the carotid artery of
his neck.

 

 

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