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Type your Avon Des the Seer, First Demarch of the Conclave of the Hall of Shadows, awakened from his vision. Something was amiss. He opened his eyes to the darkness of his meditation cell and listened. Silence Unusual silence. The air felt changed. The shadows in the cell appreared more substantive, almost viscous. Pressure made his ears ache, made his head feel think. He rose from his prayer mat, pensive, uncertain, and alked to the narrow wooden door of the cell. He lifted the cold metal latch and pushed the door open. Darkness in the apse beyond, broken only by two wan candles burning atop the square block of an alter. All appeared in order, yet... The main double doors to the temple stood open and dark. it was midday, yet he could see no light beyond the doors. He could hear no sounds from the city streets outside. What was happening? Barely daring to breathe, and with a sense of foreboding heavy enough to bow his shoulders, he moved toward the temple's doors. Some of his fellow demarchs emerged from their meditation cells, others from the doors behind the alter that led into the sanctum. Like wraiths, they walked toward the doors. They seemed content to let Avnon lead, and he reached them first. He looked out and could not control a gasp. There was no city beyond the doors, no streets, no carts, no horses, only plains of tall, black grass waving in a soft breeze. His heart thumped in his chest. His brethren came up behind him, around him, and their gasps echoed his own. His legs felt leaden, but he walked through the doors and onto the black-veined marble porch immediately beyond them. He was having trouble finding breath; it was as though the air was too thick to inhale. All around him was dark, shawdows, and gloom. He looked up and saw no sun, no stars, no moon, only black splotches of clouds. "Kesson Rel has stolen the sky,: he breathed. Kesson Rel, the first Chosen of the Shadow God, stood in ankle-deep water and waited for the dragon to show itself. Protective magic sheathed his body, warding him from both physical attack and the dragon's life draining black breath. Another dweomer allowed him to speak to and understand the dragon. Kesson enjoyed the gloom of the place. It felt like home to him. Mabey Avon Des foresaw his end? The thought brought a smile to Kesson's face. He- The insects vanished in a blink. The sounds of the swamp fell silent. The shadow dragon, was approaching. Kesson scanned the sky, looking for the cloud of darkness that cloaked the dragon. A sound behind him, a whisper of movement. He whirled, the beginnings of a spell on his lips. Too late. The dragon leaped toward him filling his field of vision with a cloud of shadows, scales, and claws.
Dragonic Tales (not true)
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