-8th day in New Haven
Why the Seer Council felt I should read this passage is as of now, beyond me. Near 40 years have passed since this Teleamon Gurion
wrote his plea.
Eight days have passed since arriving in New Haven to seek a revelation to the visions that plague my thoughts and dreams. Though blessings to the council for not casting me away on sight. My ebon skin and sharp pupils is generally enough to warrant exile on suspicion of demonic heritage. They seem to believe I’m actually of a draconic lineage. Perhaps then, the seers might discover information from my shamanistic tribe’s origin, or possibly our broodmother – I have little to no knowledge nor memory of it’s beginnings.
-12th day in New Haven
The Seer Council have asked me to document and describe my visions over the past weeks – still mumbled and a bit cloudy, they are indeed becoming more vivid… This is what I have seen:
Surrounded by darkness and shadows, feelings of sorrow and despair upon me, the air filled with shrieks of pain and fear, stands a tall, twisted dead tree. The fruit of the tree are skulls and dismembered bodies, some still moaning and twitching. From far beyond the tree slowly walks a shadowed figure – chanting something I can’t understand. Stopping next to the tree, the chanting ceases. The ominous figure is garbed in tattered shrouds. Only darkness under it’s hood. From it’s waist hangs a chain with what appears to be a skull of metal at the end. He begins to speak, but I can hear only bits of what he says.
“Unhallowed are these lands… mumbled…haunted by the men…mumbled….
are ever watching…. mumbled …. cave in ty.. mumbled…. acidoph.. mumbled ….
pieces..mumbled..forge hell’s…mumbled .. might be the end. . . .”
I pray the council can make sense of this. I feel a drawing in my spirit. Not knowing where it might lead, I am compelled to follow.
-13th day in New Haven
After giving my testimonies to the Council, they have asked for samples of blood and hair to help aid them in their research and divinations. During the collection of these things one of them noticed my mark on my left arm. I was quite disturbed at his reaction of this finding. He dropped the tool in his hand, and a look of absolute fear and concern consumed his face. He began whispering to another in an unknown language.
“Have you seen this mark anywhere else before?” He asked me, as the other seer member swiftly left the room.
“I have”, I told him. “A small number of my kin have the exact birthmark as I.”
This seemed to not settle so well with the mage. Moments later the other seer returned with a robed half-elf with a large tome tethered to his hip. The half-elf flips through some pages in his book, stops and scrolls down the page with his finger and reads to himself. He looks at the mark on my arm, then back at his book and flips it around to show me.
A sketch of an iron skull, open-mouthed, with onyx inlaid eyes is shown in the book. Remarkably similar in size and shape to the mark on my arm.
-19th day in New Haven
Since their collections it’s been quiet around here. They’ve left me be most of the time, save for when they’ve brought me something to eat. I’ve felt almost like I were a prisoner. I’m guessing it was around 11 in the morning when they fetched me. I was lead into a magnificent chamber. Artful tapestries adorned the walls. Pillars, emblazoned with arcanic runes. At the center of the back wall hung a fifteen foot tall painting of a red-robed half-elf with fiery red hair. The image in the painting was in motion, the wind flowing through his hair, his chest swelling with his breath. Under the painting was a plaque cast in gold, large enough that I could read it from the other side of the room which read:
Sitting below the painting in a crescent form, was the Seer Council. One of them called for me to stand before them. I felt like I was going before a judge to hear my punishment.
“For seven days we researched your origins, Malygos Onyxian. From delving into old tomes of history, performing arcane divinations, to exploring your forgotten memories. What we found has been…. disturbing, to say the least. Yet, quite conclusive. You do indeed have the blood of dragons in your veins… black dragons. Your mother was a half-dragon, the other half, human. Her name was Rowena, she resided in Tyrus as a priest of a long forgotten god before she died. You and your kin hatched, from eggs that were placed far below the city. Through some divine means the eggs were placed in a sort of stasis untill not long ago. Though, this isn’t the most disturbing part of our findings.” The Seer tilts his head back slightly, he gains the look of concern and untrust as he takes a breath and continues. “Your father… was an elf. His name…” He closes his eyes and whispers something to himself like a quick prayer. “His name was Skylurk Fei.” I could hear the mage swallow in his obvious discomfort. “He resided in the unholy Typhon Swamp in a great temple devoted to the dark. He too was a priest of the same fallen god as your mother. Except he was the High Priest of that god. A most potent being he was. The High Priest of the god of death. You see, Skylurk was ironically, a hero to this world. He was a member of the five Heroes of New Crucibal. The painting behind us, of ‘The Maker’, Thraxx, god of the arcane, was one of his companions. All of the heroes ascended, and became deities to this world after the gods of that time were erased in time by a higher power. That birthmark on your arm is very similar to the unholy symbol representing Skylurk. But today the Darkness shrouds Crucibal, keeping his and the other gods’ influence from us. So tell us Malygos, what do you intend to do with this newly discovered geneology?”
The mages’ eyes pierce my very soul, as if looking for the answer themselves.
“I think a plan for me has already been decided”, I respond.
“It seems the seeds of the gods are germinating. We’re not sure whether to take your sudden presence as a sign of more promising days, or as a grim omen of darker times. Let us hope it isn’t the latter… One thing though is certain. Skylurk is waiting for his revenge.”
-26th day in New Haven
Malygos Onyxian of his own tribe entered the chambers of Jandria Astrakhal of the Cassandran Disciples in a second-story townhouse in New Haven near the Temple of Cassandra.
“We understand you are low on funds, Malygos.” she said, “So our chapter of the Disciples have decided to have you earn your keep while here in Thraxx-Arkana.”
“I understand, milady.” The half-elf replied.
“Up north, in the mountains, a few weeks ago, a strange race has appeared. They live on islands in the sky. At first, we thought these to be colonies of the Stratonimbus Kingdom, but we have seen no emissaries or giants in the region. We are concerned. I am sending you along with a contingent of dwimmerlaiks to the region. Enkidor the lammasu will be be at the rendezvous point near Wyvern Falls. There he can ferry you to the sky-islands. I hope your mission remains a peaceful one.”
She placed a small chest before Malygos. “Here is three-thousand gold pieces. Outfit yourself well.”
“Thank you, Lady Astrakhal. I shall return as soon as I am able with a complete report.”
Jandria smiled, “I know you will.”
As Malygos left her presence, Jandria cast the crystals that were in her hand the whole time upon a vellum sheet with diagrams drawn in silver and gold on it. She considered and studied the mess of crystals and regarded where they landed. She opened her window shutters and stared at Malygos below making his way to the outfitters.
“Your destiny awaits you… I’ve supplied the wealth, now you supply the hope, scion of death.”