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In the dark underground chamber illuminated by but a few candles Lanariel awoke from her deep trance with a start. Heart beating and sweat upon her brow she breathed in and out slowly as she composed herself. She was sitting crosslegged in the center of the large stone chamber that was part of the underground complex she had ordered built for her research.The solitude and remoteness of the area allowed her mind to focus on her work, her house leaving her to it, as her unique undead had proved themselves many times for the benefit of the house In return they provided funding and resources. 

Lanariel slowly stood as she rubbed her head trying to remember the dream or vision she had had moments ago. The sleepless trance of the elves did not often have dreams, and it had been decades since she had truly dreamed in meditation. Once more this had been unlike anything she had previously experienced. The vision had felt so real...so powerful…

What did it mean?

A crown with nine gems adorning its mantle. Then there had been a voice… a powerful and ominous one. Given her many years of life and of course her long exposure and work with the dead, and often living dead, not much fazed Lanariel. Yet this had shaken her to her core. She needed to know more…


[b]One Week Later…..[/b]


It had been almost seven days since the vision. A day after the strange experience a message addressed to Lanariel herself had spoken of the very dream she had witnessed. She knew in her gut then that this was no coincidence or happenstance. If she was to find her answers she would need to meet with this S individual. So now she found herself on a great airship sailing the four winds with speed. Standing on the starboard end of the ship allowed her a great few of the passing countryside. As the winds tugged at her silver white hair causing it to dance in the wind she sensed whatever she was to learn might change the course of her life forever.

The sense of longing and loss beside her alerted her to the presence of her familiar and one of her longest unliving friends. Mirror was a barely visible cloud of wrongness and nothingness suspended in space just a few feet off the ground hover beside her shoulder. She remembered when she had first met Mirror in the depths of a long lost crypt. A lost soul unable to pass on. Something in the lost soul had invoked something within Lanariel and she had decided to bond with the spirit. Giving it the companionship it had craved and in return it both protected her and now and again advised her when she pondered on course of action. 

Together, they might unravel the meaning of her vision. And...perhaps more....

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