Cyriana stayed silent for a brief while before sighing. "It was the voice of Cyrandion the Ever Living, a dracolich." She stared at the flames and lowered her head slightly. "Of course at the time I did not know that. She sounded so kind and like she sincerely wanted to help me - should have guessed that in a place like that any help you'd get would cost you dearly." The frail elf shook her head and mumbled something rather negative before continuing. "I followed the instructions to the letter - managing to escape from a cell and locating an entrance to a lower level of the damn place with even more skeletons. There I found an even more ancient altar of sorts on which lay a skull of a lizardman." Oh now, my frail little friend... Should you really be remembering that? I at the very least saved your life. If it wasn't for me you'd be a corpse. The dark haired woman clutched her head and gathered her self control to silence the voice in her head. "On the eye socket of the skull was a very beautiful orb, it called to me, promising protection, power and new sight."
Cyriana's fingers moved to touch the bandages that covered the left side of her face as she glanced towards the horizon. "Admittedly all of Cyrandion's words were not lies. The very moment I grasped the orb and replaced my missing eye with it I got a small part of her powers. She must have been one of the stronger red dragons when alive..." The dark haired elf mused and flashed a very little smile. "At that time I did not care about sharing my body with a being of such evil - or the fact that I had a phylactery of a damned dracolich stuck to my face. All I cared about was saving my friends and the price did not concern me." She sighed again and straightened her back. "I fought my way to the upper floors where my friends were being held - I don't remember much about it, because Cyrandion chose to momentarily take over my body. Apparently some rather powerful spells were flung around, many cultists were turned to stone, some died outright..." Oh just think how grand it would have been if you were a wizard or even a sorcerer by trade, the amount of power, the beauty of arcane energies flowing through you... The cultists would have been dead even sooner... Again Cyriana winced slightly. "We eventually got out of the damned place, buried our dead and went our separate ways. I have not allowed the damned lizard to take over my body since. It felt horrible... Still... her power has some occasional uses..."