Kersia sat for a moment on the ground as she processed the information. Aunt Kersia? Tiana never bore a clutch. She never had a mate. Kersia scowled and shook her head. She was lying to herself. Tiana was gone for thousands of years at a time, it had been nearly five thousand years since they had last saw each other when the Nexus War started. Five thousand years and their next meeting was Tiana’s death.
He was wrong though. Tiana always held a place in her heart. She was the first to teach Kersia magic, she was broodline. They didn’t see eye to eye, but Kersia still cared about her. Right? That was this love he spoke of, right?
Kersia snarled. This cretin claimed Tiana’s blood, yet he was not gifted. He couldn’t be their blood. Kersia thought back to his chaotic energy, a clash of inheritance. Tiana never showed any interest in draconic suitors. Always she prattled about the elven cities and architecture, their interesting magics and ways of life. She wouldn’t have paired with an elf, would she? Mortre was, perhaps…
Kersia stood. This could be thought about later, for now they had a maze to go through. Orlock, Aanka, Vesthi, and Nil were all here, the rest must be elsewhere. Why a dungeon? Unless… Kersia smirked, whomever this group was must not feel they could actually stop them. A time delay tactic. Well, Kersia was ready to play this game. Things were getting very, very interesting.
Orlock spoke of the enemy, of brute force and violence, and of traps. Nil seemed to agree.
Kersia snickered. “If my assumptions are correct, our host is not a true dragon at all. Half blooded freak unable to control his own magic.” Kersia shook her head. “But he is resourceful. Judging by the occurrences, I would assume he is being used as a conduit with other mages of some kind to create this tower and dungeon. However, he is not strong. His goal is to buy time by trapping us in here.”
Kersia’s eyes glowed blue as she attempted to create a teleportation point out of the room and tower. She vanished for a moment, only to reappear right where she started. “Ah, not as stupid as I assumed.” She snickered. “We are tethered here, so no teleportation will work. Once my body left, it was immediately routed back. Annoying, but creative I suppose.”
Kersia/Aanka/Orlock/Vesthi
”Take a look at this wall. Tell me what you see?” Vesthi spoke to her group.
Aanka approached. ”Look at it? I can try and break it!” She shifted into a bear and attempted to smash through the wall. A flickering field of arcane energy solidified the spot with a bright glow. Something broke from the force though, as a hiss could be faintly heard on the other side of the wall. However, no entry was gained.
Kersia scowled. “I sense some sort of mist pooling on the other side of that wall, me thinks we should just continue down this path. She walked ten feet past Vesthi and Aanka to ((6G)) where the runes on the wall started. They flickered and floated, forming words in common. Kersia could see the hall to the left of her and arcane blue claw prints at the space in front of her pointing towards the wall to the right.
The words on the wall were in common. "For each Instance I wander. I take IncomprehensIble numbers of steps. Yet my passage only opens If I remember the number rIght." A large glowing claw print is on the floor just inside the corner, facing down to the dead end. Another glowing clawprint is on the floor at the opposite end, seemingly pointing towards Kersia.
“A riddle, I presume.” Kersia sighed. “Cliche.”
Tolbyas/Laatu/Kora/Darak
Tolbyas gasped and tried in vain to stab the dark liquid as it pooled and trapped him in. When he came to, Laatu, Kora, Darak, and himself were in a corridor. The others were elsewhere.
“Ugh, what on Azeroth am I involved in now?” Tolbyas sighed and rubbed his temples. He punched the wall. “Damnit Kersia. Like I want to be dragged into your stupid family drama.” He scowled and looked around his surroundings.
The others seemed equally miffed. At least, as far as Tolbyas could tell. Darak seemed to take his anger out on his ghoul, or whatever it was. The pair started down the hall. Tolbyas shrugged and looked at Kora. “Didn’t mean to be so brash earlier, we’ll be working together so what’s past is past.” He smiled and moved to follow behind Darak.
As they approached the end of the corridor, the ghoul stepped on something that clicked. A spear jutted out of a hole three feet up on the wall, attempting to impale anything in front of it.
The hall turned to the right, then curved back around to the left. At the end of this new hall was branching paths to the left, one going straight, and one going to the right as the group looked down the hall. Floating in the air in the center of the passage is a scroll. Once plucked from the air and opened, the scroll would read in common "A path chosen wrongfully first leads to saddened ends, a path chosen rightfully leads to a wonderful gem. Straight or turn, turn or Straight, a capital arraignment shall you go forth. Remember your prize, for it is the key."
Lynara/Damalys/Kawisa/Myorga
Upon making their way down the hallway, they would turn and see a large cavernous opening, fifteen feet long, thirty feet wide. In the center of the room a large beast of sorts, sleeping currently. On inspection, it would have the head of a hawk, black and gray feathered wings, and the body of a large black lion. A griffon, but three to four times larger than the standard griffon. A pulse of arcane runes ran along its body, and a soft hum of a melody played in the room.