Acacio's Crossing

[Quatral]

  

From on high, lone silver globe surveys the rot of the world.
  
Upon high-backed chair, he makes this known to the would-be invader of Naysien's Coat,
  

"What brings you so high little starling? Know you not, that this is where dragons dwell?"

     

  
The Denfather's final commandments issue forth and from them do the slumbering war engines of the mountain awake. Wyverns crawl from their dens, tribal drakanites emerge from the crags high above, so is the Coat made ready, not for war... but massacre.
  
If one thing is certain, the Ebonblooded will cleanse their home in a baptismal rite of blood and vengeance.
   
For those lost, and those soon to die.
   
Higher still, the Obelisk watches.