“A stone of power is a relic from a bygone era. Well known in lore, but existing as myth. The wise Mage would do well to let them remain unfound.” Lord Creswell, Assassins Guild.
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PRIEST: Sanguisage
“Priest,” the voice whispered. A grating sound more akin to a rasp, “Thy cross is of little use if the armour behind it is broken.”
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Yish nodded. “The texts span Elder Mages, the Necromage and Witch Queen. Do you never read? The sorcerer passed through here sacrificing his guard to the undead as payment to pass. He travelled through here to the Dragon Yard and beyond into the badlands seeking the green Dragon Stone.”
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“Dragon Stones,” Eldritch Mortain began, “are elusive. scrolls allude to them and yet remain ambiguous.” Archmage lecture, An Introduction to Elder Law, Mythical Reality.
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“If you unearth an elder portal be warned. Treat them carefully as we have no desire to lose more students.” Jeremiah Delalande, Lecture on Thaumaturgical Archaeology.
Dragon Stone: Vivification
“There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.” Vincent Van Gogh. Continue reading “Dragon Stone: Vivification”
Dragon Stone; the Madness Within
The Black watched on as, through the debris of ancient battle, the Smith walked between life and death. Two worlds, two paths; one outcome. Continue reading “Dragon Stone; the Madness Within”
Dragon Stone; Schism
In a body that is failing, a mind wanders two realities. Divided, dying in one and hunted in another. It was never supposed to be this way. Continue reading “Dragon Stone; Schism”
Dragon Stone; the Awakening
Wayland, having fallen from the path as a unseen force blinked his inamorata out of existence, wakes in a world where life is no longer quite the same.
Dragon Stone; Originalis
When the sun sets before nightfall and mist flows like blood, it’s too late to run.
