LOCATION : Bloodstone Island DATE/TIME :??? Drawing himself to his full height, Lucian begins to recite in Draconic, the intonations of power within his voice and magic flowing into the tattoos upon Dysmas' back. Resonating with long lost magics, the magics hidden within the bones and blood of the world, the runes upon Dysmas' back shift and tell the story of the first sealing, and the crime of Lucian's ancestor, The Great Orator whose words sealed away beings beyond himself and condemned his descendants forever. Lost in the draconic throes of power, Lucian unmakes the ancient words of his forgotten patriarch in order to remove the seal, erasing his ancestor's legacy. In calling upon such ancient powers, Lucian's body is temporarily reshaped, his eyes reverting to dragonlike slits and his scales grow and cover him. As Lucian unspeaks, Dragonwrath forcibly activates and attaches itself to its host, whether to prolong the survival of its user to lessen the burden of the ancient magics or in response to the source of its power is uncertain. Regardless, it is sorely needed. Lucian unwittingly taps into magics dating back when reality was more malleable, when will could shape reality, and such magic carries a dire cost. Dangerous and unknown in this modern time, this magic threatens to rip the half elf apart, and is prevented perhaps only due to the visitations Lucian had made to his patrons. The runes turn red and fill with blood as each name and word Lucian speaks is carved into the flesh of Dysmas' back, the dashing rogue turned into a living vessel for the return of the ancient dragons. Lucian imbues the full extent of his latent healing magic, a similar state of destruction and creation unknowingly sourced from when his skin was burned off, to ensure that Dysmas does not die, yet it is barely enough..The ceremony of power feels as though a lifetime for the pair, condemned conduit and unwitting vessel, yet in the end it ends as suddenly as it began as the last name is read. Immediately collapsing to the floor, Lucian hacks up a volley of blackish blood, far more than his body could even feasibly contain, and Dragonwrath explodes off of him and burns to the touch with internal dragonfire. Reflexively calling upon his magic in his moment of distress, Lucian finds that he cannot, that he has expended himself beyond a simple cantrip, and he lapses into unconsciousness before even hitting the floor. As he does so, he feels a presence in his mind. It does not speak, but Lucian hears one word all the same, and his last thought is of confusion.
