Legends of the Unlight: Dragon
"Then the leviathan flew swiftly into the sky, dread wings casting a league of shadow across the battlefields and striking terror into the hearts of many."
- Willem Askellia, Scion of the Midnight Templars
In the realm of newfound powers, where destiny intertwines with ancient bonds, a sorceress must seek a companion that resonates with her altered path. The haunting memory of my faithful ladybug familiar, Daini, torn asunder by a merciless direwolf during our desperate flight from the Sacred Court, still etches sorrow in my heart. Daini had been my constant companion since I was but a child, but now I must seek a new bond.
I knew precisely what I needed - a dragon - so I set out to bind one. Guided by the enigmatic whispers of my newfound powers, I embarked on a treacherous quest to forge a connection with a black dragon - fabled leviathans that purportedly resonated with the essence of the Null. The trials and tribulations that led us through the treacherous depths of Mount Titan are a saga best saved for another telling. Nonetheless, my intrepid crew and I finally arrived at the hallowed nesting grounds of the black dragons of Tartarus.
We had just dispatched a relentless horde of subterranean ghouls when we came across our ultimate challenge - the mighty Onythrax, Father Igneous. A black dragon as dark as the moonless night, he set upon us, intruders on his home. His breath was hellfire, turning the air into a molten tempest and burning our lungs with each breath we took. N'neka, my valiant ally, summoned a storm of swords shield us from the inferno's wrath, but the dragon's onslaught was unyielding. Blue flames incinerated some of our companions into ash and the cavern thundered in protest as the intense heat ignited the air around us.
In that desperate moment, when it seemed all was lost, she emerged - an enigmatic winged savior leaping from the shadows to slam Onythrax into the cavern walls. A battle of fang and flame ensued, and with a haunting cry, our savior summoned other dragons to aid our cause. Together, she and her allies forced our formidable adversary deeper into the abyssal chasms of the earth.
It was in that dark abyss that our destinies intertwined - an encounter that would forever alter the course of our lives. Umyroth, the black dragon known as Firehunter, whose secret name is known only to me, became more than a familiar. She personified a living tapestry of untold power and ancient wisdom. Her sleek, obsidian form gracefully undulated across the cavern floor, scales shimmering with muted brilliance. As her piercing eyes locked with mine, thrumming with centuries of forgotten secrets, she posed the question that would bind us together:
"What is your purpose here, Nullheart?"
For hours, we engaged in a negotiation of truths, weaving the tapestry of our individual histories. I learned of Umyroth's anguish, the heart-wrenching tale of her loss at the talons of Onythrax - seven precious offspring mercilessly slain, a scar marking the depths of her soul mirroring the scars he had given her. In exchange for our aid in exacting vengeance upon the Elder Dragon, she pledged to share her potent magic with me. In the ways of our forefathers long gone, we forged a magical and unbreakable pact, intertwining our destinies and revealing our secret names to one another.
We knew that to vanquish an Elder Dragon, we must surpass our limitations and grasp the very edges of our potential. Leaving the depths of Mount Titan behind, we ventured forth, honing our magic and seeking hidden sources of power. Our minds became forged as one through the crucible of time. Decades unfurled before us like ancient tapestries, each thread woven with some element of Onythrax's inevitable downfall - a legend deserving of its own telling. But since that fateful day, Umyroth and I have been inseparable, united by a bond that transcends mere master and familiar. When they speak of our legend, the tales will intertwine the names of Nullheart and Firehunter, forever linked in the histories of magic.
Musings of the Nullheart, the Unlight Bathsheba, circa 4096
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Legends of the Unlight: Storm
"Complicity in witnessed evil simply requires that one does no thing."
- Aurau, First of His Name
Once hailed as the radiant bearer of the Light Incandescent, Bathsheba "Bash" Nullheart now finds herself a fugitive on a relentless westward journey. Exiled from the illustrious Court of the Sun, she clings to a newfound source of power - the enigmatic tome known as Revelations of Shadow. Yet, with every step she takes, Bash remains pursued by her former allies, their intentions veiled in shadows.
Guided by fate's unseen hand, Bathsheba encounters an elderly crone and a lonely village in the middle of nowhere. Seeking solace and sanctuary, she discovers a haven that harbours more secrets than meets the eye. In this cloistered enclave lost amidst the sands of time, truths become distorted, and the villagers' lives become a tapestry of deception and intrigue.
With treachery lurking in every corner, Bathsheba becomes entangled in a web of deceit, unsure of who to trust. As she navigates the twisted labyrinth of the villagers' hidden agenda, her own powers surge and evolve, fuelled by a determination to survive against all odds. But can she unravel the mysteries that bind this forsaken hamlet, or will she succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume them all?
In this gripping tale of resilience and redemption, Bathsheba's journey of self-discovery takes her to the brink of her abilities. With allies and enemies cloaked in ambiguity, she must decipher the truths buried beneath layers of lies. Will Bash emerge triumphant, mastering the forces that beckon her from the shadows, or will she be consumed by the very darkness she seeks to master?
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