[ratqueen]

Amongst snow both dead and eternal does rebirth commence.


In the wake of fires most intense, the entirety of what was once was but is no longer Naysien's Coat has been obliterated, decimated in a minute. The only detritus left behind by the Ebon dragon is the freshly spilled blood of Eternia, lava most potent, which seeps from cracks in the ground sundered by her strikes, and the immense tower of black which once served as throne and home for the Ebonblooded's most devout.


While those loyal drakanites no longer occupy that darkest of towers which stands as a pillar amongst the desolation, it is not empty. One who spent her life defending the mountain at great personal cost to herself has no intentions of letting it go, of seeing it claimed by any she deems unworthy. Amidst rumors of the Ocean's Deep manse being auctioned to whomever may write with a sufficient price are utterances of its former proprietor brooding around those northern snows, accompanied by undead she no longer deigns to hide. Further still murmurings tell of opportunity; of a place where the strong or otherwise talented may flourish, yet where the weak and incapable are not welcomed.

Naysien's Coat is dead and gone.

The Eternal Tower remains.