Dreams and Ruins
I discovered this section of ruins after careful study of the surrounding countryside. To my trained and experienced eyes, it was obvious that the hidden chamber would be right where I found it. I dubbed the place "Heladaars Haven," due to its proximity and relative location compared to the nearby Vandaar ruins. As with everything in the Spellscar, the true and overwhelming power of the “Suppression” of magic here eludes me. It doesn’t make sense that an entire section of the continent has been cut off from magic in its entirety. It’s fascinating really, but that doesn't mean I can't dream and make a few wild guesses.
And, as always, my wild guesses will be closer to the truth than any theories proposed by the so-called scholars who sit in their towers in Kerak and the Archmages in Tudor. As I studied the maps I had drawn of this chamber, an idea began to form at the back of my mind. I decided to sleep on it, and I found a safe location that The Null around here seemed to actively avoid. The Null, or The Nullified if your fancy, have plagued this land since The Breaking. It’s actually sad what befell them, the magic creatures native to Dazan, specifically the Biata that held dominion over this land. No one could have ever guessed when they were lost to Magic, they would become twisted and extremely violent. Even the calmest creature would become feral and aggressive. Brushing off these invasive thoughts I’d much rather not be worrying about, I was able to fall asleep to the calm dropping of water creeping into this underground chamber from above and in my sleep, I dreamed.
I dreamed I was standing there, in a small antechamber, looking up at large double door that appeared to be made of a darkened glass. It led to an absolutely massive chamber. Surrounding me as the doors open, was by far one of the greatest and most impressive things I have ever witnessed, be it even in a dream. Dragons. 9 of them. All different. I truly have no idea what they were saying, but I remember walking among them. It felt so real, they were so engaged in their conversation that they didn't notice me, or perhaps as I passed among them, I wasn’t really there, regardless if it felt real or not. Even knowing it was a dream, I fully believe if they wished it, my existence could be snuffed out in a moment with just a look. Dragons will forever be the unmatched species in Dayne. It is known and unquestioned. I watched as their booming voices echoed through the chamber.
As my dream progressed, I left the magnificent beasts to their incomprehensible talks and moved away through a small corridor to my left. I followed the passage as it curved upward, ignoring the small rockfalls that were created by the tremors and rumbles of booming voices that I had left behind. As I passed through the corridor it brought me to a small chamber. In this room I came across dozens of Lizardfolk. All of them were vastly different in a way. Obviously still recognizable as Lizardfolk, but their small reptilian scales appears to replicate the 9 Dragons I had just passed. They were surrounding some sort of large raised central platform with a winding staircase of stone around it, their arms raised up and chanting in what I believed was the same foreign language I had heard earlier. They were very intent on whatever was taking place upon that raised area. But I couldn't make out what was happening that had the Lizardfolk so focused. I started to deftly move my way towards the staircase in order to sneak up and get a better view. As I began to reach the point where I could see beyond their feet, I noticed a large chunk of… something. This black glass was extremely sharp and jagged. It had to of been about 2 feet in diameter and at least a foot tall. The large group of Lizardfolk were surrounding this thing, and in my way. They were disrupting my view to see what the rest of this was. I know I needed to continue up the stairs to see what this stone was about.
I continued up the stairs and to the top of the platform.Whatever this thing was, It was defiantly not taller than the Lizardfolk themselves, as I couldn’t see it even being on the same level and being taller than them. At that point I was frustrated and attempted to move passed the crowd, weaving and ducking around them. I’m pretty sure I was about 10 feet from my goal of seeing what it was they were surrounding and chanting at. That’s when I felt a tickle at my leg, and I went to smack whatever it was. As I did this I accidentally stumbled into a Lizardfolk on the platform. Immediately the Lizardfolk, silver in scales, reached out and grabbed my arm, who had until this moment completely ignored my presence, but the hand that grabbed me was cold and the scales felt leathery. When the Lizardfolk squeezed, digging his claws into my wrist, I cried out in pain and opened my eyes. The dream rolled away like a parting mist, and I found a reptilian creature, some sort of large Spellscared Basilisk had latched itself to my wrist in my sleep. I felt my blood running down my forearm to my elbow and hitting the floor. The prominent Blue veins surrounding its eyes and enveloping its body was absolutely terrifying sight to behold. The wild and feral nature of this creature being in the Spellscar and me, being alone with it, was NOT a thrilling place to be. I thought for sure I was a goner. Well, since you're reading this account, you must have realized by now that I escaped that deadly danger, just as I always do. With style and wit and a bit of panache. You would have been amazed! But let me tell you what I found when I opened the chest I stumbled across in the darkest shadows of the far corner of the chamber. The chest appeared a much more recent addition to the ruins, not Karmadazan at all in style or age at all. Made me think that maybe I hadn't been the first explorer to discover this site after all. Trust me when I tell you, however, that the contents of the out-of-place chest were almost as remarkable as yours truly. But that’s for another time!
Hela Talirdin — Treasure Hunter Extrodinarie
And, as always, my wild guesses will be closer to the truth than any theories proposed by the so-called scholars who sit in their towers in Kerak and the Archmages in Tudor. As I studied the maps I had drawn of this chamber, an idea began to form at the back of my mind. I decided to sleep on it, and I found a safe location that The Null around here seemed to actively avoid. The Null, or The Nullified if your fancy, have plagued this land since The Breaking. It’s actually sad what befell them, the magic creatures native to Dazan, specifically the Biata that held dominion over this land. No one could have ever guessed when they were lost to Magic, they would become twisted and extremely violent. Even the calmest creature would become feral and aggressive. Brushing off these invasive thoughts I’d much rather not be worrying about, I was able to fall asleep to the calm dropping of water creeping into this underground chamber from above and in my sleep, I dreamed.
I dreamed I was standing there, in a small antechamber, looking up at large double door that appeared to be made of a darkened glass. It led to an absolutely massive chamber. Surrounding me as the doors open, was by far one of the greatest and most impressive things I have ever witnessed, be it even in a dream. Dragons. 9 of them. All different. I truly have no idea what they were saying, but I remember walking among them. It felt so real, they were so engaged in their conversation that they didn't notice me, or perhaps as I passed among them, I wasn’t really there, regardless if it felt real or not. Even knowing it was a dream, I fully believe if they wished it, my existence could be snuffed out in a moment with just a look. Dragons will forever be the unmatched species in Dayne. It is known and unquestioned. I watched as their booming voices echoed through the chamber.
As my dream progressed, I left the magnificent beasts to their incomprehensible talks and moved away through a small corridor to my left. I followed the passage as it curved upward, ignoring the small rockfalls that were created by the tremors and rumbles of booming voices that I had left behind. As I passed through the corridor it brought me to a small chamber. In this room I came across dozens of Lizardfolk. All of them were vastly different in a way. Obviously still recognizable as Lizardfolk, but their small reptilian scales appears to replicate the 9 Dragons I had just passed. They were surrounding some sort of large raised central platform with a winding staircase of stone around it, their arms raised up and chanting in what I believed was the same foreign language I had heard earlier. They were very intent on whatever was taking place upon that raised area. But I couldn't make out what was happening that had the Lizardfolk so focused. I started to deftly move my way towards the staircase in order to sneak up and get a better view. As I began to reach the point where I could see beyond their feet, I noticed a large chunk of… something. This black glass was extremely sharp and jagged. It had to of been about 2 feet in diameter and at least a foot tall. The large group of Lizardfolk were surrounding this thing, and in my way. They were disrupting my view to see what the rest of this was. I know I needed to continue up the stairs to see what this stone was about.
I continued up the stairs and to the top of the platform.Whatever this thing was, It was defiantly not taller than the Lizardfolk themselves, as I couldn’t see it even being on the same level and being taller than them. At that point I was frustrated and attempted to move passed the crowd, weaving and ducking around them. I’m pretty sure I was about 10 feet from my goal of seeing what it was they were surrounding and chanting at. That’s when I felt a tickle at my leg, and I went to smack whatever it was. As I did this I accidentally stumbled into a Lizardfolk on the platform. Immediately the Lizardfolk, silver in scales, reached out and grabbed my arm, who had until this moment completely ignored my presence, but the hand that grabbed me was cold and the scales felt leathery. When the Lizardfolk squeezed, digging his claws into my wrist, I cried out in pain and opened my eyes. The dream rolled away like a parting mist, and I found a reptilian creature, some sort of large Spellscared Basilisk had latched itself to my wrist in my sleep. I felt my blood running down my forearm to my elbow and hitting the floor. The prominent Blue veins surrounding its eyes and enveloping its body was absolutely terrifying sight to behold. The wild and feral nature of this creature being in the Spellscar and me, being alone with it, was NOT a thrilling place to be. I thought for sure I was a goner. Well, since you're reading this account, you must have realized by now that I escaped that deadly danger, just as I always do. With style and wit and a bit of panache. You would have been amazed! But let me tell you what I found when I opened the chest I stumbled across in the darkest shadows of the far corner of the chamber. The chest appeared a much more recent addition to the ruins, not Karmadazan at all in style or age at all. Made me think that maybe I hadn't been the first explorer to discover this site after all. Trust me when I tell you, however, that the contents of the out-of-place chest were almost as remarkable as yours truly. But that’s for another time!
Hela Talirdin — Treasure Hunter Extrodinarie
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