Chapter 5
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“It is with a heavy heart and trembling hands that I prepare this Glyph for future generations. I have heard…shall we say… ‘rumors’…about possible ways to survive the coming Onslaught of our world. But my research has revealed a terrible inconsistency that the mongers of such lore have yet to share amongst their peers.
The rumors are partially true: there is a way to survive. But in order to do so, a grave sacrifice must be made at The Gate. I pray that anyone who would prove foolish enough to dare venture down such a path would stop to think of the consequences of such an act.”
~Excerpt: Notes of Mokosh
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Azura felt the stickiness first. At first she had thought that maybe she accidentally crushed a fly with her hands, but opening her eyes revealed a different story entirely. The guest room in her friend’s house had somehow been replaced by an all too familiar demonic landscape. Gone were the wooden shelves and drawers, and in their place stood metallic structures which seemed to defy conventional description.
Some of the structures seemed to twist and turn in random areas, and some even flowed into each other, which gave the impression of one long wall standing between her and whatever other infernal horrors stalked the strange realm that she had only seen once in her travels to Zanaris. In addition, a strange humidity filled the air, which accounted for the sticky feeling she kept noticing on her body.
The desert mage looked around, and saw that she was standing on the precipice of a cliff, which was surrounded by a long stretch of the metallic wall that seemed to cage her in. The only way out seemed to be at her back, and looking down from the barren cliff did*’t exactly hold any hope for her either.
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^
^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^
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