Nebula Gravis

[Pherione]

[Itzal - Undran Tomb of Nigerautumnus ~ The torn gap ~ U-10]

Pain spread through Itzal as the chains suddenly became burning hot, skewering his skin. Someone had brought the Undran crystal to the old city, or where it once might've stood... Either way, the magic binding him was becoming violently unstable as it got closer. A hollow scream pierced the darkness of the tomb...whose scream? His own, not heard since aeons. No one heard it though as millennia of dust and shadows muffled every sound. It felt as if a million needles pierced his head and he passed out once more.

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

Itzal saw the armies march onto the walls and towers surrounding the Falaryn Court. He was now a small fleck of darkness on the face of the earth as day had risen beyond the realm and the troops burned the city and its last shadow beacons. An artillery projectile struck the tower on which he was standing and he drained the last bit of dark energy it emitted before the stone crumbled beneath his feet and he fell. He drew his blade and knives as he headed towards the ground and landed on his four limbs without getting hurt. Without the shadow beacon he would get burned quickly and the light agonized him; he closed his eyes and ran forward.

He reached a band of humans and angels not soon thereafter. With one thrown knife he felled the commander and his horse, the blood never gashed as it was a clean cut. One of the angels tried to bend the sunlight to drive him from the shade of the buildings, but Itzal pulled her to the ground, leaving it for the shadows to consume her. One of the humans drew something from his pocket however and revealed a case containing a mirror. He pointed it at Itzal who was blinded through his eye-lids instantly for not one creature of darkness could have stood against this mirror. Thus, Itzal, last of the defenders of Grand Undran, fell.

The downfall of Undran civilization was caused by one ancient relic, the mirror of Mas. It was forged with the frozen morning dew from a summer solstice by the sorcerer Thane, who had sought years for a weapon against the Undran. With the help of the mirror, the other races forced the Undran into submission. The current whereabouts of the mirror are unknown.

Itzal, last of the Falaryn Guards, was imprisoned by Thane to protect the tomb of the Undran Prince Fear and stop the unwary of ever awakening the Undran legacy once more...Pray that none stirs what sleeps there.