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You've been walking through the gloom for a long, long time. Features shift in and out of the fog around you, but never for long enough to see what they are. Mud squelches as you step, squeezing up between your claws and clumping around your feet.
“Who goes there?”
Your eyes strain to see through the murk. A dragon is huddled under the overhang of a roof, terracotta tiles dripping rainwater onto his head.
“It's not often someone wanders in out of the fog. Are you looking for shelter?”
His voice is muffled by the mist, breath clouding in the air.
“I've got bad news and good news. The bad news is, you're at the end of the world. If you keep going, you're not going to find anyone else. Or anything, really.”
“The good news is - if you want to stay, I've got a job for you. It comes with some cutting-edge accommodation and a good night's sleep. What do you say?”
“Well, well, welcome to the laboratory!”
A toothy grin meets you at the door, filled with a few too many fangs. The opening in front of you is warm, complete with dusty shafts of magelight and something pleasantly herbal bubbling on the stove. It looks like half a rotten tree, the roof boarded up with scrap wood and cobwebs.
The smiling Tundra steps aside, sweeping you into the stump with a wing.
“This is where the sausage gets made, and the copper gets weighed. Well … it does now. I'm sure Rainstorm told you that we're taking things in a new direction."
She moves over to the hanging vines, scrambling to get a grip on the stems before pulling them aside. Behind them, you see the looming shape of a coggy silhouette.
“This is my magnum opus. A decade of stolen ideas, documents from Lanternlea, bronze from Magmablood Rebuke, power from The Source and coding from Hellwell Undercroft. All of it wrapped up in shadows and turned into this.”
You take a step closer, craning your neck to look, and she yanks the vines back over it. “It's not ready yet. It won't be for a little while. You see, I didn't factor in the most important thing about living things - a soul.”
The light dims, shadows stretching in strange patterns across the floor. After a split second, it snaps back to normal.
“I’ve got some great news for you, so hang onto your britches. You're going to help me with it! I need your experiences, your motivations, your choices. I need to know who you are. Then I'll give you to the Basilisk, and a little part of you will come alive with it.”
Her smile is manic now, overbearing. You back up towards the door, turning around to find that it's no longer there. The herbal scent is suddenly overwhelming, clouding your brain like brood fog. You hit the ground without realising you fell.
__Sweet dreams..._


























