Tales of Kaerlis and Grim - Vreskalinor, the Cobalt Dragon
A large sandstone door slowly grinds to a halt as two men wearing desert traveling gear groan in exasperation. "Do you think they'll mind Zahir? That caravan seemed to be headed this direction as well." A tall slender man with a tuft of silver-gray hair on his chin and sharp looking eyes responds with a low tempered tone, "Even if they were headed here, this is not theirs to claim. This place belongs to the Shatter King, Vreskalinor. So watch your step young Majiid." Majiid, a young man with short jet black hair and no cracks in his skin, looks around cautiously while stepping back from the doorway. He whispers, "Zahir, do you hear that?"
Zahir's eyes focus quickly on the darkness beyond the large carved sandstone archway. From inside, a dull paced thud echoes through a hallway that appears to be made of similar hardened sandstone. Deep within, faint sounds of breathing can be heard. The creature, whatever it is, sounds massive. The low paced breath shaking sand free from the archway. Cobalt blue light slowly appears from behind the veil of shadows, as a voice echoes out shaking the stone floor they stand upon. "SROK VRAKORA DRE PROS SHEERA MA FAER." Zahir, with all of his experience and knowledge of ruins and the lore of the desert, quickly falters and shouts to the young man. "Majiid, RUN!"
Both of the men quickly sprint from the doorway, back out into the large entry chambers of this open ruin. Majiid jumps over a collapsed pillar and looks to Zahir waiting for an explanation. Just then another flash of cobalt blue light erupts from behind them. Rich blue lightning skitters along the ground and impacts the fallen pillar. The sand and rock explode into a spray of glass and stone. This sends both Zahir and Majiid into a far wall. Majiid slumps to the ground, groaning and barely moving. Zahir lays on the ground, motionless.
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