A shadowy decent

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Miercole
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A shadowy decent

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As the crisp morning air misted down, a high elf made his way to the graveyard down the dewy streets of Devardec, careful to keep his long golden hued locks dry. A mystic imperial dragon blasted wind around the elf as it followed behind, pushing his strategically light robes into a flurry. It would not be long before it was too late for any further planning, and time to set things into motion. With that on his mind, he muttered incantations to himself. His footsteps floated effortlessly above the ground, leaving it frost burnt in his wake.

A nearby groundskeeper looked on timidly as the elder Wizard burst through the gates of the graveyard, hoping to go unnoticed for fear of a stray fireball or lightning bolt. Miercole, now having arrived at the entry point to a crypt painted gold, reached a pale slender hand deep into the folds of his robes. It is a wonder anything could be found in the many layers of silk and velvet. After but a moment he withdrew a blackened rose, scarred by fire, and with only a whisper vanished into the shadows of the graveyard and out of sight. Behind him the dragon began to shrink and morph into a small drake, that followed quickly into the shadows.

Deep within the carved space underground, a burst of light illuminated all around, quickly forcing itself into the shape of a small ball that floated above the sorcerer's shoulder. As he traveled deeper into the crypt, the black rose crumbled into sand from the spell used to shrink the dragon. The magical flight spell that enchanted the mage began to fade to mere sprinkles of magic dust, that shimmered and fell from his feet as they slowly hovered to the ground. With a sigh at the expired magic, Miercole realized he'd reached his destination.
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A fiery meeting

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The echo of the words being chanted furiously bounced through the corridor of the crypt. Breathing deeply and covered in dust and bits of rubble, the Wizard continued...

Ayhperi miihil atnequame hucnner... Ayhperi miihil atnequame hucnner...

Miercole stood at the end of the corridor pushing against the far wall, each chant slowly chipping away at bits of the rock, gradually revealing two large metal doors. Droplets of sweat dripped down along his jaw line, the heat of the spell turning them to steam before they hit the ground. Moments passed that seemed like days, but finally the last bits of the enchantment that held these doors closed crumbled away. Taking a deep breath, Miercole retracted his hands, then pushed them forward and with one final chant the doors blasted open in a cloud of sparks and smoke. Before him stood a massive dragon within a large circular room, its eyes burning a crimson red that lit up the area around him in an eerie glow.

A voice as light as air and deep as the ocean floated almost laughingly at the mage, "Why have you come here Wizard? Surely to your own peril."

The dragon flicked it's tail to the left, then to the right almost smugly, before the shock of an ear shattering ball of ice slammed against it's back. Snarling, the dragon's jaw unhinged releasing a cascade of fire that filled the room and licked violently against the translucent shield protecting Miercole...

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