Role

Chapter 5

A strange silence filled the antechamber. With a small hiss, toxic fumes
rolled around his legs as it continuously poured out around him; the dark
altar dedicated to Yzekon before him littered with these small holes. Resting
along both sides of the altar were two bowls filled with black blood and
their acidic smell made Theorendus' nose twist slightly. Lifting with both
arms, he raised the top panel of the altar and found within something glowing
with a violet array of light...

Laying in a pool of its own blood rested the large heart of a shadow dragon.
Covered in savage cuts and tears, it still continued to pump blood somehow
alive with its twisted source of power.

Raising it before him, his mind immediately raced to his past with these fated
beasts. The Shadow Plane and its host of fiends had haunted him since
childhood and now, he had grown strong enough to hold them back. His fear had
been replaced with resolve, his intent to cower now curtailed by a drive to
move forward. He could still remember that distinct grape-like taste when a
felled elder shadow dragon had landed roughly after battle, and yet had one
of its strange ghostly eyeballs survive the impact - and he had eaten it to
be granted its strange vision in the monochromatic hellscape.

What pulsed in his hands was another clue, another step forward. Something he
had started ages past and yet now knew he was on the right path to finding
his family... he knew they were alive, somehow he knew.

After an internal debate and moment of reflection with others, he knew with
everything in this war there would be risk. That on his trail lie shadows
that would mean to trip him and cause him to stumble. With a sigh of resolve,
he knew there was only one choice forward.

After a brief prayer to Einoh for strength, he closed his eyes and ingested
the heart. As the strange power fought against his own internal strength he
knew.... More.