A Crown Raised In The Ebon Flame

[Slic3man 484]

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The gloom of dusk flickered across the ground, glancing against it with an incandescent paleness. Against the moon’s sheen stood a slight ebony visage, the two differing shades combating one another for dominion. Surrounding the conflict was a variety of foliage, different fungi and leaves ending upon the stone entrance to the cavern. As the figure descended there was a loud clank with each footstep, steel boots disturbing whatever might be slumbering within. The echoing continued to echo along each surface, bouncing upon its walls before coming to an end. Said figure stood firm facing two nigh giant doors, lowering itself to the floor of the cave only to sit before them. Their sight gently dampened, a trance-like state permeating their mind as they began a meditation.

 

 

That which took over that very same sight flashed before their eyes, a bright but onyx flame shuddered in the darkness; It encircled the brazier it was within, beginning to orbit around the pedestal like a snake coiling around its prey. All it did was continue its slithering, touching the floor and releasing a thick smog of black pollutant. It was as if a grayed mist began taking over the room’s bottom, before it all receded. With much more haste than it had descended, the fog ascended back into the brazier’s clutches, shaking and withering until all that lay before it was a black book. The figure rose from the seated position, elevating their gauntlet to brush along the cover. It was rough but urged them to continue, promises of pleasure awaiting inside.

 

 

Before long the very same book flung itself open, revealing the archaic pages within, relinquishing its hidden scrawls and innards to the one looking upon it. He stumbled back, robes caressing the smooth floors like a shadow itself; becoming enraptured in the book’s secrets. Stories beyond recognition, knowledge far from attainable by normal means, the only thing to resist was to move back. With that the conglomeration of text slammed itself shut, almost with angst at the mere thought that it was being denied attention. Sanity in question, the helm the meditator donned swiveled to curiously peer upon the book. Though the myriad of stories and knowledge receded from his memories, thoughts still remain provoked by what he witnessed.

 

With a quick and viscious warp his vision returned to the material world, staring toward the doors the visage sought. It slowly rose, the dust caking its black robes only showing the time spent was longer than truly thought. No matter, it was brushed off within seconds, sent back to its home in the abandoned natural tunnels. A feeling of energy surged throughout the being, beginning from its center and coercing itself to the rest of its wretched form. Almost corrupting, if the being wasn’t corrupt in the first place. The darkened armor and robes began to meander back out from the depths of the cave, silence being a welcome companion for the forgotten one. Nonetheless when it rose from the entrance of the cave, once again cloaked in the reflection of the moon, the helm though rusted and in need of repair would be recognized as the once-Gravelord Vinzakra’s. Their gauntlets clutched in an expression, steel stretching like bone and flesh.

 

 

A new time had come to bask in the mummer’s light of ebon flame, to be made apparent to those across the newfound land. The smoothly scaled book and its secrets, prophecies or not, were to be shown. They foreshadowed a new dawn accompanied with revelations instead of the heat of the sun. Although cold, the awakening winds would be warmth enough for the new dwellers of the world, and they would blow away the intruders. The Arch-Wraith rose from the ashes of another, but like a phoenix, they would rise again; but instead of an orange glamour the new onyx flicker would reign supreme.

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

Dredge would rub his gloved hands together mischievously if he knew of this.

[Dohvi 622]

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