Nebula Gravis

[Pherione]

[Itzal - Undran Tomb of Nigerautumnus ~ The Torn Gap]

Itzal stirred once more, between waking and dreaming. This imprisonment was an anguish, yet he could not die while he was bound. The curse was feeding him, prolonged his life. It did not take away the pain he felt, however. The spears with chains that ran through his body to hold him physically into place were a living nightmare. Even without them he was forced to stay here because of the vile magic. Itzal lost consciousness once more and dreamt of older times, different times...the Falaryn Court, center of the Undran civilization.

[Itzal - Falaryn Court ~ Grand Undran ~ in the depths of history]

Itzal stood on one of the shadow beacons watching over the Falaryn Court. The dark energy of the beacon was nourishing his strength. This was the last bastion of the Undran now as the other races' rebellion knew its successes in the war they were waging. The Undran were few in these days and reports had come in of humans gathering near the edge of what had once been Grand Undran, the last war would come soon. He turned and looked at the edge of the realm, were a new day had begun...the light hurt his eyes and he covered them, turning away from it once more. He breathed darkness.



Shadows have spread from Nigerautumnus' tombs around the Torn Gap, frightening daemon and light-worshipper alike. Some are less impressed and expeditions enter the darkness bearing crystal lamps to pierce through. They want to find the source, each for their own reasons, and their camps are scattered around the ring of darkness of the Torn Gap.