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Made it to the end!
I'll admit there were a few patches where things felt wobbly (which was at least 90% the miserable weather because fuck summer, yo), but here we are at the end ~
Kurukhan, Sage of Brass and Diamond:
As dragons measure time, Kurukhan is at the pinnacle of draconic existence; a left measured in centuries and more, outlasting empires and godlings, cultures and calamities.
Kurukhan has sired and laid many clutches in their time -- and, in younger centuries, sowed their blood, seed and influence amongst the fleeting folk of the world as well -- but has not concerned themself so for a long time indeed. Neither have they recently ravaged upstart kingdoms or offending armies (acts once earning them the honorific of Guardian Vengeance), raised their own domain (a short-lived endeavour whose baroque brassy spires yet thread through the Forest of Phantasms), not demanded worship or tribute. The Sage of Brass and Diamond has grown, it seems, more subtle and far more contemplative.
In this era Kurukhan roosts in the heart of the Gleamfire Wastes; unaffected by the maddening glittering sands, they slowly sculpt the magic-ravaged stonelands to their liking, raising obelisks and grand runic tableaus, and ensorcelling the dancing glassfires into lanterns and whirling spirals under their control. The Sage of Brass and Diamond is said to maintain a vast labyrinth behind and Wastes, lined to its vaulted ceilings with scale-parchment scrolls and memory-jewels alongside the black bones of the Waste’s dead – and to tamper with those bones that yet lie uncollected and exposed in the stonelands is to invite Kurukhan’s fury.
The world beyond the Wastes, they still maintain connection to; this is via blood-touch in the minds and dreams of their many descendants of all strains, however tenuous the link; sometimes their questing touch is as a mere observer, sometimes a request in the mind or an impulse in dreams, other times a command or a summons to the Wastes.
And, it seems, there is yet something the Sage of Brass and Diamond desires. A relic -- it is assumed -- they name the Amber Forge; a thing of the fallen heavens, old even beyond the Sage’s ancient span. They have whispered of the Forge’s existence to many scion’s sleeping minds, and set several to more active hunts with ancestral commands and promises of access to their labyrinth of precious things.
I'll admit there were a few patches where things felt wobbly (which was at least 90% the miserable weather because fuck summer, yo), but here we are at the end ~
Kurukhan, Sage of Brass and Diamond:
As dragons measure time, Kurukhan is at the pinnacle of draconic existence; a left measured in centuries and more, outlasting empires and godlings, cultures and calamities.
Kurukhan has sired and laid many clutches in their time -- and, in younger centuries, sowed their blood, seed and influence amongst the fleeting folk of the world as well -- but has not concerned themself so for a long time indeed. Neither have they recently ravaged upstart kingdoms or offending armies (acts once earning them the honorific of Guardian Vengeance), raised their own domain (a short-lived endeavour whose baroque brassy spires yet thread through the Forest of Phantasms), not demanded worship or tribute. The Sage of Brass and Diamond has grown, it seems, more subtle and far more contemplative.
In this era Kurukhan roosts in the heart of the Gleamfire Wastes; unaffected by the maddening glittering sands, they slowly sculpt the magic-ravaged stonelands to their liking, raising obelisks and grand runic tableaus, and ensorcelling the dancing glassfires into lanterns and whirling spirals under their control. The Sage of Brass and Diamond is said to maintain a vast labyrinth behind and Wastes, lined to its vaulted ceilings with scale-parchment scrolls and memory-jewels alongside the black bones of the Waste’s dead – and to tamper with those bones that yet lie uncollected and exposed in the stonelands is to invite Kurukhan’s fury.
The world beyond the Wastes, they still maintain connection to; this is via blood-touch in the minds and dreams of their many descendants of all strains, however tenuous the link; sometimes their questing touch is as a mere observer, sometimes a request in the mind or an impulse in dreams, other times a command or a summons to the Wastes.
And, it seems, there is yet something the Sage of Brass and Diamond desires. A relic -- it is assumed -- they name the Amber Forge; a thing of the fallen heavens, old even beyond the Sage’s ancient span. They have whispered of the Forge’s existence to many scion’s sleeping minds, and set several to more active hunts with ancestral commands and promises of access to their labyrinth of precious things.
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