Walking down the passageway she had chosen, Astra realized something
disturbing. She had wandered back into the caverns of the dragon. This
frightened her, despite her resolve, as she had to consider some rather
daunting things. Mainly, how, even though they thought they had made it
out, she herself at least was still in the caverns. What magick was this?
Could it be that the dragonmage was not dead? That had to be the case, for
his enchantments had not died... She became even more frightened as the cavern widened outward into a large room, with a dais in the center. What could be upon it? Some nefarious artifact the dragon left behind to trap her? Battle she knew, but magick was strange and mysterious. The loss of control made her uneasy, to say the least. Putting such thoughts aside, she strode up to the dais at last. She could tell what was on it now, it was a scroll, ancient and dusty. Carefully she opened it, and was confused by the arcane symbols upon it. She had been trained in the deciphering of such tongues, but this one was unfamiliar. She wished Lord Frederigo D'Honaire, her rescuer and compatriot was there, and pondered trying to find him first. No. There was no time. She had to figure out what was on the scroll, so she figured the mere reading of it aloud would reveal its purpose. Thus she began to chant the incantation. There was a sound of thunder and the cry of something distant as she intoned the syllables, and then she was done. But something was not right... Glancing down at her arms, Astra saw what it was. The glyphs that were once on the scroll had transferred onto her flesh, magically. She rubbed, but they would not come off, as if they were tatoos. Then, somehow, instinctually, she knew what the scroll had done...
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