The plane now shifted around Sorin entirely, the landscape and scenery warping wildly. He found that the experience was like an inversion of Planeswalking; a long and gradual shift instead of a sudden jump. Quite inefficient, if you asked the ancient vampire. He held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sudden burst of sunlight, but adjusted to it soon enough. The light of day was discomforting, but would do him no direct harm.
This new area was vast, wild and full of huge, primitive creatures. It reminded Sorin distinctly of the primeval plane of Muraganda, populated by massive lizards, fang-druids, elves and dragonfolk. The challenge was set forth: to slay the legendary dragon. For a moment Sorin collected his thoughts, formulating a plan as the others around him broke into discussion.
When the small, haughty girl spoke up, lambasting the others for making assumptions, Sorin gave his input. "They are closer to the truth than you know, little songbird. I have visited more worlds than you can conceive, and the dragons I have observed and battled have been mostly consistent throughout." He paced as he spoke, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. "It is unwise to underestimate a dragon, under any circumstances. They are perfect engines of power and destruction. Swift as angels, cruel as demons, and relentless as ghouls."
He now more directly addressed the group at large, breaking away some to gather their focus. "This dragon likely became legendary by the terror it wrought. We can assume its notoriety has inspired many would-be slayers to rush to meet their doom in its jaws. We could track it down by the aura of death of carries. Like so...."
Gathering black mana, Sorin called to the aether and summoned a spirit into this plane. A seething form of roiling shadow, it hanged in the air like an ill omen, before listlessly drifting off in a particular direction.
"It seeks out where the energies of death and decay are strongest. Perhaps we can find our quarry by following it."
This new area was vast, wild and full of huge, primitive creatures. It reminded Sorin distinctly of the primeval plane of Muraganda, populated by massive lizards, fang-druids, elves and dragonfolk. The challenge was set forth: to slay the legendary dragon. For a moment Sorin collected his thoughts, formulating a plan as the others around him broke into discussion.
When the small, haughty girl spoke up, lambasting the others for making assumptions, Sorin gave his input. "They are closer to the truth than you know, little songbird. I have visited more worlds than you can conceive, and the dragons I have observed and battled have been mostly consistent throughout." He paced as he spoke, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. "It is unwise to underestimate a dragon, under any circumstances. They are perfect engines of power and destruction. Swift as angels, cruel as demons, and relentless as ghouls."
He now more directly addressed the group at large, breaking away some to gather their focus. "This dragon likely became legendary by the terror it wrought. We can assume its notoriety has inspired many would-be slayers to rush to meet their doom in its jaws. We could track it down by the aura of death of carries. Like so...."
Gathering black mana, Sorin called to the aether and summoned a spirit into this plane. A seething form of roiling shadow, it hanged in the air like an ill omen, before listlessly drifting off in a particular direction.
"It seeks out where the energies of death and decay are strongest. Perhaps we can find our quarry by following it."