SCENE
A mysterious figure walks amongst the crowds, a ratty brown cloak hiding his face and features. A meeting is gathering at the Town Square. Distant thunder and shouts break any prospect of silence, and the Valkyries atop the towers constantly shoot outside the domain. Loyal Azure Guardians block the exits out of Haven, and Strangers move about the crowds as one of the Knights. As everyone gathers at a black marble castle-like building, large double doors swing open to reveal the King dressed in a Skolver-lined white coat, with an icey crown atop his head. The Queen follows next to him, wearing a dress of metal scales and feathers, and a Valkyrie helmet. As the sovereigns calm their subjects, it's apparent there is some stress in their tones. "Our domain is in danger. An ancient civilization, created by Vog himself, have risen from their grave within Mount Vog. We require anyone familiar in combat to step forth. We seek your aid in the death of the Dragon and his Worshippers. Please, I beg of you. If any could step forth!" Thunder interrupts their united speech, and another roar follows. The doors to Haven shake. War would soon come to happen, and Valkyries, Knights, and Strangers alike would have to fight a long-dead race.
The mysterious stranger in the cloak looks up, and the cloak falls to the ground, empty...
DRAGON WORSHIPPERS SCENE
Another cloaked figure walks amongst the Worshipper masses, and slips out of the crowd headed to Haven. They walks away and into the hole in the mountainside. Only the elite were allowed in. As they walk inside, they can see down the hall there's an Elite group of Worshippers kneeling down to a far-down pit of lava, lighting up the dark cavern. The mysterious figure walks closer, and an Eye of Inferno appears before the elite. My dear Priests of Flame, today is a new day. As I awaken, I grow ever more restless to see the performance my Worshippers make. Haven and the Clockworks will burn, and I'll reclaim this planet as I have sought for millenia. Find and absorb the Swarm, and spread it amongst our kind. I believe I can manipulate it, and gain absolute control over my Worshippers. Find it, and receive the blessing of eternal fire. The five Priests nod, and stand as wings sprout from their backs. As they turn to go, one catches sight of the brown cloak and Dashes over. "You weren't invited!" He growls, and shoves his claws into the cloak. But the cloak simply falls into his hand, as if there was no one there at all. He grunts, and fires the cloak to ashes. The legions of Worshippers march from their waking place at a lower hole in the mountain, where they were preserved. With so many, Vog could only know how they are made. He created them, didn't he?
GREMLIN SCENE
A Gremlin carries a cup of water to Tinkinzar, down the servants' hall and through a secret door. The king sots on his throne, a table full of elite Gremlins to converse with. As they converse over their plans to infiltrate and discover what the Dragon Worshippers worship, the king forgets to touch his drink. "Well, who do we send?"
"Those who serve the Crimson Order wholeheartedly. The most advanced of our thwackers, our menders, our stalkers, our demolitionists...every individual mastered in their expertise."
"But what about the Snarbolax boy? Won't he interfere?"
"Probably not. I heard his mind isn't as stable as it used to be."
"Won't that make him a threat, sir?!"
"Possibly, but I wouldn't count on it. That Snarbolax has lived too long. The Core will take care of him until he is revived. But before he can drift away, we will have already found out what's in that mountain. NOW, GET A TEAM READY!"
"YES, YOUR HIGHNESS!" They march out of the room.
"Ahhh...all according to plan." The drink seems to glare at him before it fades out as he drinks it whole.
SEATUS
I lay hunched over the Sanctuary's waters, light shining up from it and reflecting on my face. Ugh, I feel so weak! I turn onto my back and stare up at the sky, one hand laying beside my head and dipped into the water. I feel so cold in my mind. A band of three Knights walk from the elevator, and walk over to stare at me. One of them questions why I Knight would be here when my Snarbolock wings unfold, and my hairs, eyes, and wings tinged red coloring to turquoise. My eyes glow with a turquoise surrounded by blackness. I must warn them...I cough before a voice forces it's way out of my mouth. "Deeeath. The Gremlins bring deeeath. Traitors amongst the Knights! CONSPIRING WITH THE GREMLINS! Chemicals of death and eternal pain bring suffering to all! THE CORE DOES NOT APPROVE! WE DO NOT APPROVE!" I am blasted back by an unknown force, and land against the Structure. "I need...I need armor...I need...bones..." The first of the party complies, as I can't see the person's face. I'm thrown a Mighty Cobalt Set from afar, Armor and Blackened Crest. I'm thrown a Grand Flourish, and I drag myself to the waters. I'm so sick...I drag the items with me...sinking to the bottom of the water...
I escape my body, and rearrange the Armor, Shield, and Sword to look like a Knight. I use the rest of my energy...every single drop of myself, save one, and create a Knight. I feel the Core reaching out to me, and I accept it's embrace...
A golden light shines from the waters, as an Almirian walks out, brandishing a Crest of Almire, and a Final Flourish. A golden light seems to possess him. "I am the first creation..." it says, before returning the life the the Almirian. He shakes his head, and bangs his helmet with his Shield before removing his helmet to show silver hair, hinted with turquoise, green, and a light red. He tilts his head, not quite knowing how to speak besides telepathy. Where am I? Who am I?