Aubrasz the Master of Ice

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Chapter 13

Knowing Gralker lusted for magic like Aubrasz, Aubrasz told him that he would
accept his 'gift' of hope within the Consortium. Upon meeting Gralker there,
Aubrasz was given the magical Lord's wand by the saurian of Sra. While it
pulsed with magical essence which Aubrasz would drain, the symbol of hope
which Gralker called it was worthless. Yet this fools ideas would be the
second key for Aubrasz gaining power. As Aubrasz continued to stroke
Gralker's ego about the magic which he had learned, he pushed more and more
about how he could guarantee Gralker would forever be remembered in Thera. As
they spoke within the Consortium, Aubrasz spoke of how he wished one of the
tomes which could be obtained. Granted Aubrasz could obtain such on his own,
it would be oh so much more delicious to be given such a thing by Sra.

As if not an issue Gralker not only provided Aubrasz a silver tome, he
purchased it with his own funds. The fool! For this was the final item which
Aubrasz sought to provide to Morius. An item which is uniquely in magical
significance. For the tome tapes directly into the Aether and burrows through
the veil to allow one on this plane to gain greater knowledge of such. A path
to power within magic, truly a great significance. Though as Aubrasz held the
tome in his hands, he also mused how this one item also fit all three request
of the Lord Morius. It was freely given to him by Gralker of Sra, granted to
stroke his own ego. As well, the tome in the hands of one not blessed by
magic would be completely worthless. Thus showing those who are in turn
worthless in Aubrasz goals to shatter the veil. And finally, in the hands of
those true to magic it would grant them greater power and understanding.

In an attempt to hold true to his promise of making sure Gralker would never
be forgotten, Aubrasz called out to Morius to witness such. To have Gralker
witness the birth of a new soul within the Eternal night whom would bring Weh
to the world they loved. Yet it would not be this night, but Aubrasz promised
the world would know the name of Gralker in the end, such is only fitting for
them to know the role of Sra in the destruction.

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Chapter 12

Within the darkness a whisper finally revealed itself, though it was
different from all the other whispers which had always spoken to Aubrasz.
This one while smelled of Weh, also smelled of this plane and had a presence
which awed Aubrasz. The one named Morius spoke to Aubrasz and acknowledged
his path seeking the Eternal night of Scions, and reveled in the idea of the
veil being destroyed. To know so much death (Weh) would be unleased upon the
populous, such things thrilled both.

Aubrasz was given a task then to prove his worthiness and dedication to his
goals. He must first obtain an item given voluntarily to him by a Saurian of
the Sra. Then he also must obtain an object that I considered to be unique
magical significance. And finally he must obtain something that he considers
completely worthless.

Given thought to these things, his hunger for this power spurred him into
action. Hunting down the scent of Gralker who was a saurian of Sra, he soon
tracked him down to the Inn where he conversed with others. As they bantered,
Aubrasz listed with disgust as they spoke of charity and hope. What good was
such things, when true power could be just taken by any strong and dedicated
enough. However the views of this fool Gralker would be enough to obtain all
that he ever wished. As Gralker spoke, Aubrasz asked him then what would he
give to someone like himself? There was a chuckle from both Gralker and those
in attendance, yet Gralker gave Aubrasz an invitation from the Empress.
Worthless in many ways, it was gold in Aubrasz hands as it was the opening
which he needed to power.

Knowing that Gralker was only showing such in front of the others, Aubrasz
sought to separate him from any other eyes so that he may truly push his
goals. Speaking directly with Gralker he asked the fool of Sra what thing to
him would represent hope. Gralker perked up at this and soon began to vomit
their ideas upon Aubrasz and pine about those who have passed on. Aubrasz
endured such and pushed Gralker about what item would mean hope to him, and
he finally said that he had something which he would give to Aubrasz to show
such. Aubrasz knew he had him now, for he played to his ego as Gralker went
on and on about wanting to be remembered when he finally embraced Weh.

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Chapter 11

The Veil separates the world from the Aether which beyond ones sight and
comprehension. In its power, it holds back denizens from all sorts of planes
and imprisons the power of the cosmos which is known as magic. True arcane
power filters through the veil and graces mortals, yet never truly enough to
break the seals upon the other planes. And the cycles of nature seek to keep
the veil in check, and keep mortals too weak to challenge such.

For every soul has magical essence within them, be it from a dim spark to a
raging inferno. And when one dies, the veil attempts to put that essence back
into a new soul. Some believe that it is the true cycle of life, yet it is a
perversion to prevent any soul from gaining power.

Aubrasz sees this now as the truth of the world, and Weh's place within it.
Only in Weh shall one become powerful enough to truly destroy the veil which
keeps so much from this world. Instead of allowing the essence and power to
return to the cycle of life, he seeks to devower such. In this Weh he shall
become powerful enough to shatter the worlds and veils.

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Chapter 10

Weh has ever been present in Aubrasz life, as it is the only thing that has
never shunned him. If anything, it has always embraced him and made him feel
whole. It would coarse through his body as he would feel the essence of his
prey flow from their corpse into his hungry soul. Yet there was always a tug
when he pulled at Weh, as if there was something blocking him from pulling at
the power which he craved.

As Aubrasz studied the arcane arts further and began to understand the truth
of Thera, he came to understand that of the veil. Though who placed it there,
he is unsure though he knows that it imprisons great power that someone
wishes to keep from hands like his. While studying such, there were a few
from the Outlanders who approached Aubrasz and tried to influence him with
promises of all the Weh he wished. They claimed that he could be a Reaver of
souls and destroy till his heart was content. Yet there were limits they
would tell him, and would not allow him to devower ALL life and absorbed the
true Weh of Thera.

Pathetic fools, to limit one self and think anything is sacred! His brood had
thought such things were sacred and when it did not turn out as they wished,
they tossed them aside. So be it! He would strip this world of everything to
the last drop, to embrace Weh and the sweet whispers which talk to him in the
darkness. Promising him true power should he tear asunder the veil which
imprison them in a plane of shadows.

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Chapter 9

With this new power tingling through him, Aubrasz knew he no longer could
stay in this simple village. Nothing here could ever give him what the
whispers in the shadows promised. More so, while his mother was an easy kill
he was certain that the others would be able to over power him in his current
state. While he did not fear the Weh of such and would embrace it, there was
so much more which he wanted to accomplish before such a time.

Following the whispers, they guided him unseen out of the village into the
swamps. Aubrasz did not know where his path would lead him, but he knew that
his basic understanding of this arcane gift must be harnessed and expanded.
Aubrasz would grasp at anything which would ever give him more and more
power, following the teachings which guided him thus far. He would find a way
to rip asunder the veils between the worlds, and then it shall all be his.

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Chapter 8

Standing there with his mother at his feet, he crouched down to stare deep
into her eyes. Grasping at her own throat, a look of fear and surprise
flashed across her face as she gurgled to make a sound. Looking up to her
son, there was a pleading look as she reached out with one claw but Aubrasz
simply sat there watching. Waiting for that exact moment when his mother
would take her last breath and then move no more. Closing his eyes, Aubrasz
inhaled a deep breath and took in the iron smell of the room. He could feel
the warmth of the blood as it spread across the floor and over his claws.

A surge of power raced through him both a mixture of pleasure and pain which
caused his body to spasm and lock up. He could hear the blood rushing through
his body, feel his heart pounding loudly in his chest like the drums around
the fire. Never before had he experienced such a feeling, yet he longed for
it. He craved it and he knew finally what he had been missing in his life.
The whispers had not lied to him about this, which made him wonder what else
they were truthful about. What else did they know and what other promises
could be obtained? Where once he had no power, he could now feel the arcane
flow through him. And this power felt amazing.

As Aubrasz opened his eyes, the blood around him began to bubble and swirl
which surprised him but did not cause any alarm. As he intently watched the
blood swirl and congeal, it soon formed into a small lump and then into an
eye. Looking up at Aubrasz, he knew this was connected to that of the
whispers and was the first time he had any proof it was something greater
then just in his head. Sickly sweet the whispers came, praising him for bein
strong enough to embrace the Weh. And more so, the path of true power was now
open to him. A path which he had been blessed to walk, a path in which was
whispered to him that he must break the veil between the worlds.

Flood the world in Weh and Darkness, for it shall unleash a flood of the
arcane to sate his hunger. Release those whispers which have been sealed
behind the veil, and all this power and more shall be his.

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Chapter 7

The small acts of Weh at first had been enough to sate his thirst and
curiosity, filling the void which he felt within his soul. Yet now his hunger
had grown having tasted it, and he needed more. He needed something grander
then the small mammals and creatures found within the surrounding swamps. For
while their essence was delightful, there was something bland about their
soul as if it lacked something.

The whispers pulled upon this and told him of how the more evolved and
intelligent a species became, the more nourishing their soul would be. And so
slowly the whispers eroded at Aubrasz sense of morality, bending his natural
predatorial instincts of survival into believing it was his true purpose. He
truly wanted to feel the Weh pour forth from the vessel, to embrace that
primal connection to the Aether and watch as the life dimed in its eyes.

But who would have this honor? The honor of being the one to show him the
path truly dedicated to the Weh? It was indeed a great honor the whispers
told him, and he must choose wisely to give it great importance. Such an act
was intimate and personal, and he would feel disgusted if his first taste of
true Weh and Death was of someone below his station. As Aubrasz mulled over
who would be given such an honor, the whispers placed a simple name in his
ear. A name which caused him to pause and a look of joy lit in his eyes. Yes,
yes, this would be the perfect soul. The one who had given him life shall
once again give him HER life. Jyasillas would have the honors to embrace Weh
and truly give her son everything which she had promised.

Once committed to such, Aubrasz wasted little time. In his younger days he
was impulsive and given to his emotions driven by the hunger within him. As
his mother came to bring him his meal upon the very night he made the
decision, he turned upon her and placed her own ceremonial dagger into the
soft spot under her throat. Oh how the blood rushed forth and coated her
scales, now giving her the same appearance of Aubrasz as her white scales now
stained red.

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Chapter 6

Once said to be the future hope of the village and heir to the Brightscale
line, Aubrasz had been given the nickname of Blightscale for his coloration.
He was an odd Saurian for there had always seemed to be something "off" about
him and how he interacted with those of the village. In the early years, the
villagers just tired to ignore these things thinking it was a youths
imagination due to his isolation. However it did not help his case as he
always spoke of seeing 'beings' and hearing voices which no one else could
The villagers would mock him and his mother still protective of him would
only isolate him more and more from the public. This only made Aubrasz more
recluse and he started to question himself about his own sanity as he grew.
Yet he heard what they said about him, though it did not bother him. The
voices had always told him that the world would be jealous of his gifts,
though what gifts he did not know.

In isolation, Aubrasz started to become more and more obsessed with death as
it was the only thing which he could relate to. Weh had always been taboo
among the village and many turned a blind eye to it, much like they did to
Aubrasz. This only enticed young Aubrasz more and more, pushing him to
embrace that which others feared. Seeking the Weh in all things, he could
feel the essence and power drain from the creatures and into his own soul.

Yet the whispers comforted him and sought to praise him for his actions.
Guiding and pushing him further and harder towards that of the Weh. It was
only a matter of time that the true goal and sacrifice would be born into the
mind of Aubrasz, and he would truly be born into this world of death and
magic.

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Chapter 5

While just a few days ago it was a joyous time of excitement, the mood now
was of trepidation and caution. The brief show of joy when it was heard the
egg had been recovered was quickly tempered by a more somber mood when the
egg was actually seen. Jyasillas walked with determination and poise as it
was her egg, an egg of Sra and under the harvest moon the heir would be
hatched. Gently placing the crimson streaked egg upon the nest before the
altar, the lingering smell remained of the swamp. Yet Jyasillas tried to
convivence herself it was just the smell upon her garments and that most of
it was in her head.

The celebration and rituals continued as was planned, even with the now
somber mood filling the air. A low soft beat of drums starting up as the sun
approached the horizon, with the last dying light falling upon the apex of
the altar. In the twilight dusk, the drums began to slowly rise in volume as
their primal beat seemed to whip the villagers into a frenzy. Gone was the
fear for this was a time to celebrate the birth of another Brightscale.
Several Saurians in ceremonial garb danced wildly around the fire which
blazed before the altar. A low chant matching that of the drums, yet there
was another sound buried deep within their chants. It was as if something was
slightly off beat, causing an itch or irritation where one could not scratch.
But only a few seemed to notice it, chief among them Jyasillas. However this
minor irritation would not stop her from this moment, for it was years in the
making.

As the harvest moon crested the tree line, the drums came to a sharp
crescendo and then a dead stop into silence. Jyasillas stood and took her
place behind her egg and raised high an ivory knife, giving an offering to
the Sra and gods to bless her heir. With all eyes upon her, she brought down
her knife to pierce the egg shell to give release to her spawn within. As the
knife dug into the shell, a wail pierced the night somewhere deep within the
swamp. The egg began to shatter along the crimson lines which streaked across
its surface, with black ichor oozing forth and the smell of death from
within. Fearing her spawn had not survived its ordeal within he swamp,
Jyasillas began to claw away at the shell to get a whatever was inside.

As the shell was peeled away, there laid upon the altar was a newborn Saurian
with its chest rising and falling as it was still alive. Yet Jyasillas gave
out a cry for what she saw chilled her to her soul. Unlike those of the
Brightscale line, this spawn did not have the mirror white scales like she
did. Instead his scales were a dull white which gradated into a deep crimson
in color towards the tips. There was black ichor stains around his eyes and
at the tips of his claws. As his eyes opened, everyone gasped as golden eyes
with a crimson red iris looked out directly at everyone.

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Chapter 4

Splashing through the waters, Saruzk trudged with heavy chains around his
neck and waist under the watchful eye of the villagers. Sunken eyes franticly
searched the swamp for where he had left the egg, knowing that his life now
depending upon its retrieval. For the last two days he had lead the villagers
back and forth in this very location, unable to find any signs that anyone
had ever been in the area. Yet today crossing the very path which he had
taken before now seemed different.
Something felt wrong and the air was filled with the smell of rot and decay.
But there now half covered in the muck was the egg! Falling to his knees he
wept with his head hanging down. Saruzk knew he had been at this very
location the past day and the egg had not been there before, yet he could not
explain it. Nor did the villagers seem to care, for now they had their egg
back.

Rushing forth Jyasillas Brightscale hissed at all who were near her egg, not
wishing to let it from her possession anymore. Though as she approached it,
her brisk pace faltered and she came up short of the egg. Stared down at it,
the once pristine white egg shell was now a dull off-white in color and more
troubling was that there were red veins streaked across it. Jyasillas
attempted to clean the egg as best she could, yet it would not come off. The
stench of the swamp and decay seemed to almost emanate from the egg, and
nausea seemed to fill her stomach.

What had they done to her egg? However with the Harvest moon set to rise
within hours, there was little time to give to such questions. They needed to
get it back to the shrine and prepare for the hatching ceremony. Though no
matter how far from the location they traveled, the stench of rot and decay
seemed to follow them along with the feeling of being watched.

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Chapter 3

The silence was deafening as the swamp was once again quiet as the pursuers
were now long gone. Deep within the swamp a shimmering white egg sat upon the
muck with dark brackish water surrounding it. Even the insects feared to make
a sound as there was a looming presence filling the swamp.

As the sun crested the tree line, the light slowly filtered down to the swamp
below. As the light creeped closer and closer to the egg, it came to a stop
as if there was something preventing it from moving any further. There within
the shadows the egg sat for the day, everything within the swamp fearing to
even approach. It was as if there was a ring of death surrounding the egg, as
if nothing existed within ten feet of it.

As dusk began to creep into the swamps, a breeze started to pick up though
the water did not ripple nor did the trees move in any way. The deathly
silence was broken by soft harsh whispers that swirled around the egg, though
what was said could never be understood. It was as if an ancient language had
pierced the void, the whispers gibbering with madness and insanity. As the
temperature began to fall, the low whispers started to get louder now
drowning out the noise of the swamp. An unexpected blood moon soon crested
the tree line, its light giving the swamp waters a look of true terror. Yet
this time as the red light approached the egg, it was not stopped like the
sunlight. Sitting there bathed in the crimson light, the egg almost appeared
to pulse and shimmer. The bright white now dulled, and crimson veins now
starting to spread across its surface.

There in the glow of the crimson light, laughter seemed to pierce the veil.

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Chapter 2

Saruzk silently watched from the shadows outside of the village, sure that
none had seen him in his actions. Anger and rage ever building within him as
he watched everyone run at the whim of the priestess, as if she was a god
herself. The hubris of such! To think that the line of Brightscales have
reigned as high priest and priestess of the village for so many generations
while his brood line were chase into the swamps. Yet while the rest of his
brood had always been sniveling cowards, Saruzk would prove his lineage. For
the whispers had promised him great things should he do their bidding, and
what they asked was not too difficult. All they wanted was the egg and in
return true power would be granted to him and his brood placed back into
power within the village.

Cloaked in the shadows, Saruzk slipped easily into the village during the
pitch of night. The trails were deserted and the noise from the swamp masking
his movement he soon found himself before the nest at the base of the shrine.
None of the Brightscales were awake or even around, for they were all
sleeping off the celebration which had occurred earlier in the night. Fools,
they proclaimed that this egg would be the salvation and yet this is how they
would guard their fate.

Snatching the egg, Saruzk made haste back the way he had came. A perfect
heist as none of the fools would ever know what had happened until it was too
late. Or so he thought. A shrill sounded in the night, one filled with panic
and anger which could only be from that of the high priestess. Others soon
echoed her call, and life started to surge within the village. Panic now
gripped Saruzk for he would not be able to evade an entire village for long
while carrying the egg. Deeper and deeper into the swamps he fled, driven by
sheer instinct for self-preservation. This damn egg would be the death of him
and not the boon which he thought, and into the swamp muck he discarded the
egg. Into the darkness Saruzk fled, leaving behind in his wake both chaos and
the egg. Yet there the egg would sit undiscovered by any in pursuit.

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Chapter 1

Deep within the swamps, energy and excitement filled the air within the small
Saurian village. It was a time of great celebration as the harvest moon was
only a few nights away and the priestess egg would then bask in its moon
light and be blessed by the gods. Jyasillas watched the bustle as she
absently traced her claw over the egg beside her. Her white scales almost
appeared to shine and glow in the moon light, with her woven mantle upon her
shoulders marking her as the priestess. As she shifts slightly, her mate
rushes up to her to make sure everything is ok though Jyasillas assures him
that all is well sending him back out. Soon the time would come when her heir
would be hatched, continuing on their sacred lineage to the Sra.

All who passed before Jyasillas would give a nod of reverence and a small
shrill of joy, though not all eyes which were on here were of benevolence.
From the deepest shadows on the fringe of the swamps a pair of dull red eyes
watched unblinking. If one was to actually see them, they would be taken
aback by the hatred which burned within them. Yet it was hard to tell any
sort of form about the eyes, as the shadows constantly swirled and shifted
never given a solid shape for anyone to focus upon.

As the moon settled below the horizon and the pitch night took full control
of the lands, those of the village soon retreated back to their huts. That
which could be done in preparation done, there was a feeling of
accomplishment in Jyasillas. Soon her child would be welcomed into this world
blessed by the Gods and Sra, destined to lead the village into a better age.

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