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In total, there were 19 dragons sacrificed that day, reduced to their magical essence by Pascale's unique ability and brewed, carefully, into the tonic that would complete the ritual.
"Ozymandias," Pascale said, holding the goblet out to the young imperial. "Your body is the vessel."
"May his magic shine against the darkness!" Came the answering call, from those left in the crowd to murmur it.
"Drink deep, and be reborn."
Ozzy took the goblet, drinking down the magical liquid in a long, breathless gulp. He tried hard not to think about what had gone into making it. He closed his eyes and waited. He expected for nothing to happen.
But something did happen. A fierce burning, like a fire opened in his belly, burning through his graceful long neck and threatening to consume him from the inside out. It spread all through him, causing the runic markings on his scales to glow, opening cracks of bright light from some place beneath his flesh, and he threw back his head and howled.
Something not-himself crawled up into his body, filling every part of him as though he were merely a costume for something...ancient, and powerful, and poorly contained.
He screeched out into the night.
And the monsters, entering the world from their rifts in the fabric of space, hesitated, ears attuned to the call.
They heard his scream, and they were...afraid.
Welcome one and all to Chapter Two of my ridiculous breeding challenge/lorepocalypse. The first chapter is fully contained in this thread.
To summarize: In February of 2018, I started a Legacy of Lore challenge that was also sort of a Pinkerlocke. Over the course of the year, all sorts of craziness happened, both in the FR world and in my real life.
And now, because that was so much fun, I'm continuing onward with a different sort of challenge -- a version of the 100 hatchling challenge. Ish.