[Marn Boldahr - Throne of Hegerald. Enter Ninus and Nightveil as they approach the throne room of the fallen kings of Marn Boldahr. Large stone carvings of dwarvern leaders begin to light the passage to the room as the sound of ancient cogs and mechanisms begin to whirl and operate. A cold mist runs and flows close to the ground, there is no sign of life from within]
Ninus: The Throne of Hegerald, the last dwarvern king of the First Age. The glyph and remnants of the stone should be within this very chamber, yet I sense no form of life here.
[Nightveil watches the stone carvings in fascination, the mechanisms hidden from sight displays their technology as a form of magic to the those unfamiliar with their talents.]
Nightveil: How many years ago did this calamity occur?
Ninus: Four thousand, give or take a century or two.
Nightveil: So much time has passed, this place has yet to fall into total ruin, how?
Ninus: They were unrivalled architects in their own right, you wouldn't find a more fortified structure than this.
Nightveil: Makes you wonder why nobody would claim such a place as their own.
Ninus: Many have tried, individuals, nations, would-be gods. There is an evil within here that does not rest, more dreadful than even the scion that brought about the ruination of this capital.
Nightveil: Scion?
Ninus: Beings of strange yet familiar appearances, they were cast into moulds by the ancient gods, bound with powers beyond the knowledge of even the Yaaraerea. Their arrogance and pride brought them to challenge the gods. All twenty four were struck down, their flesh and soul bound to glyphs, to serve the lesser.
Nightveil: Twenty four?!
[Ninus approaches the throne, inspecting it before he kneels beside the skeletal remains to its side]
Ninus: You sound surprised.
Nightveil: Seems like a lot of power to give into the hands of the unworthy.
Ninus: Keeps things interesting for them, to attain such a power one must best it in battle, so as you can imagine that does not happen often. The location of all twenty four are unknown, some have never been found since their fall from grace.
[Ninus picks up a purple cracked stone from the skeletal hand on the floor, its light has faded]
Nightveil: Are we not here to strengthen our cause? to bring the shadow to our bidding?
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Solitara (Twisted Roots Midquel)
FantasyAs Alessandra and Clyde part ways, she is now left under the care of the Duhsh Elves while he continues on the path of vengeance. The story of what happened in the seven year absence until their next fated meeting remained unknown, until now.
