Enter Thunderstone

[Treshure 5817]

 

 

((Shoutout to Stigwig, Bacon_Bit, CyberDefault, Siinon_, and IrishPerson for making this possible.))

 

In recent days, icy winds have coursed over the lands of Siegrad, consuming books and man alike. These magical winds awoke ancient things in the ground that harkened doom and destruction for the brave men of Siegrad. Charging forth, they slew any threat to them and retrieved three shards of the Thunderstone.

 

Weeks later, the shards awoke. They pulsed with strange energies that lurched the group of scholars and warriors to the distant North. Through the blizzard they approached the site of the Thunderstone, where great statues were erected surrounding the ominous and dreadful Thunderstone. The Thunderstone was bright and beaming, crackling with powers that the Descendants had not seen before.

They placed the shards within the Thunderstone, and the portal awoke.

 

A structure not far from the thunderstone roared to life, emitting a portal that danced with foreboding imagery. Secrets that had once eluded the descendants of Horen were displayed before them, forgotten prophecies and endless knowledge just beyond their reach. All of these secrets lay within a seemingly endless arcane library. The secrets of Horen were but a small section in the endless Compendium. The men of Siegrad and Amyas were enticed, and they hungered for the knowledge. Behind them, a figure tore from the Thunderstone.

A being wretched in figure and tone emerged from the Thunderstone, shrieking with ethereal torment.

 

The enslaved Voidal Horror spoke out against the Descendants, crying out as he saw the secrets unfold in the portal. “What have you done, mortals? The gates to eternity are closed.” His being transferred into the statues surrounding the Thunderstone, all resembling an Aspect of the master he served. The Aspects declared, “And none will know the knowledge we withhold.”

 

Disgusting creatures that stood for each Aspect began to pour from the stones, ripping their way into the world and attacking the men of Siegrad and Amyas. Two illusionary dragons erupted from the portal, circling the mountain with sickening speeds. The dragons watched with intent upon the Descendants. Only through valiant charges did they prevail over the onslaught of creatures that belonged to the Master. The Chronicler came into his sixth and final form, the Chronicler of the North. He was weakened, yet presented himself in front of the Thunderstone. Vile prophecies and truths spilled from his mouth.

“I hold the keys to the Compendium of Life, Athraax’s domain. I send the winds that tear down mortal walls. It is I who bears the Apocalypse, the end of all and the consumption of the hearth. These dragons shall judge your right to these knowledges, your divine entitlement. It will not go well, and they will consume you!”

 

The air faltered. The dragons began to fly faster, encircling the assembly of both ethereal beings and men. They thundered their response through the winter winds, “They are worthy.” The Chronicler snapped his gaze to the dragons, now encircling themselves over the crowd.

“They cannot obtain this knowledge. They will not. The descendants will not enter the Athenaeum.”

The voices reverberated throughout the air once more, “The descendants will cease the consuming winds, they will find the portal to Eternity, and they will enter.”

The Chronicler casted one more glare to the dragons that now began to descend in their illusionary form. The Chronicler fled for the portal of which he disappeared into. The dragons began to converge and change, light shimmering around them that transformed them into their true form. Two shimmering, celestial beings materialized from the dragons, hovering in front of the men of Siegrad and Amyas. They bore no ill intent. From their mouths poured prophecies of the days to come. After this, they ascended out of the North and into another. This is what they said.

 

In polar winds bring consuming fire

The devourer’s wrath comes burning ire

 

Come find the knowledge of which you seek

In foreign lands reveal Dragon’s Peak

 

Beat for the beat of another morrow

Where two star crossed lovers share their sorrow

 

The love of knowledge which we have obtained

Hidden behind the master’s chilling rage

 

Bad blood runs deep in ancient enemies

Deep stricken pride to claimant verities

 

This burning day dawns in half a cycle

Plunge into cold lands with hearth’s revival

 

Know your place, sons of Horen

The tundras will wake with drums of war.

 

Well! That concludes that event line for 

Athera. 

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Ecthallion continues to drill the Second Company is proper Ice-Golem murder techniques. 

[Dohvi 622]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.