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The plane of Minah is just like the other planes of the multiverse.

Its emerald green forests stretch over vast miles. Its mountain ranges and volcanoes reach high to the sky. Expanses of glittering ocean ring islands of tropical jungles and dry, dusty desert. Just like other planes, Minah is home to a variety of races who live in all corners of the globe, from the elves and beasts of the forest, to the dragons and griffins that rule its skies, to the dramen who inhabit every crevice of every mountain. Just like other planes, Minah has seen its share of war, enjoyed long periods of peace, and has mysterious lurking in every corner. And just like other planes, of course, deep underneath the earth's crust grows a mineral that can bring reflections to life and show visions from times past and yet to come.

Wait, what?

In seven corners of Minah lie seven open holes deep into the plane's core. These cavernous openings are lined with the dust of the eidetia, a rock that seems shines and polished to a point where it is a natural mirror in itself. The dust lining these caves, mingled with dirt and grit, is just that - worthless dust. Deeper within the cave, greater and more valuable stones of the mineral can be found. Cut straight and fused properly, these rocks shine with the beauty of the heavens.

Still deeper, the eidetia doesn't act quite so normally. A little further into the cave, you may see the eidetia reflecting your movements seconds earlier. Deeper still and you could find it showing what will happen days, even years from now. When you venture further into the grotto, anything could happen, from your own reflection leaping out and beating you to death, to trapping you inside a piece of the rock yourself.

The one bold adventurer who managed to go deepest into the cave was Sarchus Torr. He made his way many miles into the cavern before succumbing to...something. And there were still many miles he had yet to go.

What would lay yet deeper in the cavern? What lay in its very heart, and why does the eidetia act so illogically the further one ventures in? Five journeyers are about to discover...

The Tale of Vyrios
Vyrios is a guardian of the Palace of the Golden Sun, an ancient fortress that begun as nothing more than a hermit's shack in the middle of a vast, empty plain. Born and raised in the Palace, Vyrios took up the blade at an early age and instantly found his life's passion. For years, he lived and breathed for the thrill of battle, spending any free time he had training with his blade, or if he couldn't, reading about great historic battles of the past in the Palace's vast archives.

He now commands the Palace's largest army, the Golden Sun Elite. Whenever there is war, he's there. Whenever blood is shed, he's there. Vyrios is all about combat.

He has lived throughout many battles and wars. But only one battle would prove the one to change him forever.

When a horde of dramen warriors from the Hearth attempt invasion against the great Palace, as could be expected, Vyrios and his army are there to defend it. However, as Vyrios rushed into the front lines, blade swinging and dramen dying, something came over him. Everyone has heard of vision going red in the heat of battle, and of course, Vyrios has experienced it. But when his vision turned to nothing but a flat sheet of red...and when he no longer felt his own body...and when he finally came to in a room of marble stone with a deep, shining crater in the middle...questions would be asked.

Nowhere else to go and nothing else to do, he ventured down into the crater, encrusted with a soft, sparkling dust. And deeper and deeper down. Until the dust turned to hard, mirrored stone...

The Tale of the Scion
The Dream is an odd sort of place. Due to circumstances far too old for even the most long-lived creature on the plane to remember, strange melding, tearing, and all round screwing around with the elements on the plane birthed the Dream, a place where everything is nothing and anything could happen.

Adventurers have lost their minds seeing themselves wandering through their own futures. Heads have floated meters from bodies and still lived. Blades of the toughest minerals have become water sloshing around their scabbards. When one enters the Dream, they are entering just that. Because in a dream, anything is possible.

The Scion of the Dream is well known. It has been seen and reported many a time. But it is the only common experience among journeyers into the Dream. Which begs the question, does the Scion control the strange happenings within the Dream? Did the Scion create the Dream? Maybe the Dream is just all a hallucination that some meddling mage known as the Scion induces to hold his identity secret.

One thing you can bet your life on though. When a creature from a place as outlandish and otherworldly as the Dream enters the cavern that homes the mysterious eidetia...madness will happen.

The Tale of the Overseer
Surrounded by a strange barrier of black fire that burns away your soul even as it scars your flesh, the Viarra Abyss is home to dozens of demons, hundreds of imps, and countless Vera, creatures who are not quite living, not quite dead, but simply exist after having their souls burnt away by the flame. Who could govern in such a hellhole?
The Unseen Overseer. Nobody sees his face, nobody hears his voice. And yet, his word is law in Viarra. The imps and demons who swarm around him and rule in the Abyss serve his whim without question, seemingly without thinking. For when one looks into his eyes, whatever scrap of mind or soul they had left after crossing the black fire is drained into his own...

The Tale of Rayrin
The dragons of Minah are a race of fighters, warriors who believe combat is not merely a way of life, but the very meaning of it. Not all dragons are fighters - but in dragon society, your skill in battle dictates the respect you are entitled.

Rayrin is a fighter. But not like the other dragons. His love of combat has gone too far. Yearning for the smell of blood in his nostrils, this dragon could not simply wait for a threat to appoach in order to get his claws bloody. If he could not fight, he had to bring battle to him. He's a dragon. He lives among other dragons, warriors. He yearns for true battle. Yes...Rayrin goes so far as to attack his own kind in their own home. Rayrin has destroyed dragons in combat before.

Many warrior dragons seek to destroy him for his crimes. However, a certain select few hail him as a revolutionary. Dragons must fight. If no combat comes their way, fighting each other is the only solution. And so when Rayrin goes out seeking battle, these warriors go with him.
Outcast from Reignyth, the mountain home of the dragons, under threat of death, Rayrin wanders the land, seeking to both satisfy his instinct for survival and his overpowering love of combat. When this leads him to follow a dreamwink into Mirrorflame, his life is changed forever...

The Tale of Querias
An elemental with no tale to tell other than that of awaking deep within Mirrorflame with no knowledge of how he got there or where he was before, Querias wants only to find his way back to the forest of the Dalerem elves, a picture in his mind that is all he has to follow.
Sample Chapter Excerpt
"We don't know what exactly is about this cave," Vyrios said to his strange new companion. "Like in battle, we must keep our wits about us."
"Don't speak to me of battle, unscaled." Rayrin padded around the chamber, gazing at each wall as though he were a newhatched whelp exploring his new worl for the first time. "All you know about battle is what you read. I've learnt that my instincts are a far more reliable guide than anything writted or hea--gah!" He jumped and breathed a lick of flame at a new foe at his back.

Vyrios chuckled as the fire swept over the mirrored surface, and the dragon's reflection remained unharmed. "Good instincts, dragon."
Rayrin merely growled back, agitated. "Dragons are all about battle. I haven't been in half-decent combat since exile. Forgive me for being a bit itchy."
"For the love of the stars, leave it be, lizard." Vyrios brushed his hand over the hard, mirrored face of a large eidetia slab. "We're here for a purpose."
"And what would that purpose be, ape?"
The human scowled at him. "I don't know that any better than you do. But it seems like an awful large coincidence we just so happened to stumble across each other in here."

The dragon sighed and sniffed around the slabs. He suddenly whipped his head around, something having caught his eye.
"What is it?" Vyrios said, hand on the hilt of his blade.
Rayrin peered at the nothingness before him. "Nothing, I...I just thought I saw something else. Probably just a reflection."

They both turned their backs and carried on before they noticed the reflection in the mirror shatter its prison and step out into its own world.
* * * * *
"Do you even have any idea where you're going, hominid?" Rayrin asked, getting more aggitated with every passing minute with his partner. "Far as I'm concerned, we should try to be finding our way out, not going further in."

A new voice called back. "There is no way out."

Taken by surprise, Rayrin instinctively reared and shot a jet of flame towards the direction of the voice. Vyrios drew his blade and gazed into the blackness.
"Don't even try it," the newcomer said. "You'll only end up wearing that blade yourselves." Heavy footsteps were heard as the voice revealed itself.

It was a creature unlike any the pair had seen, even in this cavern of wonders. Its body seemed to be composed of some strange mixture of the rock from the cavern and a hard bark-like skin.
"An elemental of the Halacga forest," Vyrios told the dragon, having seen a lot more of the wild world than him.
The elemental nodded. "I believe so."
Rayrin stepped forward and growled. "What do you mean, you believe so? Do you not even know your own species?"

The strange creature raised a hand to silence him. "I know what I am. But I do not know where I come from. All I can recall is awaking in this dark cavern, with an image of the Dalerem elves in my mind. And though I have searched, I cannot find a way out of this place."
Rayrin snorted and flicked his tail, annoyed. "Which means there's no way out. Some senile rock-and-tree beast got lost, which means we're stuck here forever. You irritate me, elemental."
"I'm not surprised," Vyrios spoke. "Dragons seem to be irritated by next to anything. Specially you, Rubyscale."

The elemental swept past them and back the way they had come. "Follow me, and you might see what I'm talking about."
Rayrin growled. "We just came from there. We know what's back..."
"Do you?"
Vyrios looked back at the dragon and shrugged. His hand still on the hilt of his blade, he walked behind the elemental, Rayrin reluctantly tailing.
* * * * *
When they arrived back in the cavern, Vyrios looked around, puzzled. Rayrin merely rolled his eyes. "Rock and mirrors. Just like every other cavern in this wretched grotto. I want to go back to the Hearth..."
"Don't you see something wrong, lizard?" the human whipped around the face him. "This room was a lot smaller when we were in here. There were less mirrors. And I don't know about you, but I certainly don't remember that." He indicated two rows of three perfectly sligned pillars, as though they had been hand carved to perfection in the three minutes or so they had been gone.

"Okay, so...we took a wrong turn," Rayrin reasoned.
"That was the only tunnel anywhere near where we--"

He was cut off by a growl and a hiss. The dragon again readied himself, hoping for real combat.
"Foua ent ayvin eilan tiri loetan," another new voice said. "Haran iyet, ohnar miat!"
The voice sounded familiar to them all. As this creature stepped out of the shadows, it was clear why. A dragon stood there. Scales red as ruby, a line of vicious horns trailing down either side of his scale. He lashed his tail and stared at Rayrin, and Rayrin stared back. The two were mirror images of each other.

"Rayrin, that..." Vyrios begun. "That...that's you."
The elemental shook its head. "No, it is just..."
Rayrin's furious roar cut the creature off. "I don't care who or what it is," he snarled. "It's another dragon, and it's about time I got a real fix."

With a howl of anger, Rayrin gathered up his powerful legs and leapt at the strange dragon, claws spread wide and a red mist clouding his vision. His doppelganger bared its fangs and leapt back, the two dragons meeting each other in mid air.
*reads*

Sweet. Bit of a confusing sentence, the one ending with 'rubyscale,' other than that I can't remember anything to gripe about ^_^
Rubyscale is his last name/title, 'member?
This is great stuff. You do "adventuring party" much better than I ever have. Why should you think you won't make it past the first round?
Because it's nowhere close to my normal calibre. -.=.-
But you don't have to compare it to any of your previous work. All you need to compare it to is the work of those you are competing against!
Yeah, I guess so.

I'm just not all that happy with it, and given more time, would definitely have worked on it a bit more.
Arix Wrote:Rubyscale is his last name/title, 'member?

but i did not know Vyrios knew that, it seemed more like he was pulling stuff out from his tail end, yes
At this point in the story, they would be familiar enough to know each other's names at the very least. Rayrin's just obviously not the type of guy to call people by their actual names though, preferring derogatory terms like "unscaled" and "ape".
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