Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160815191145/@comment-5543592-20160819211029

The group entered in a massive cylindrical chamber, given by the rising draft. In the center of the chamber was a stone fountain, and the liquid at it's center was still.

The draft picked up unexpectantly and the voice surrounded them again.

"You have reached the end of the trial.  Pogaas kun.  Welcome to my place of rest."

The chamber grew unexpectantly bright, but the four of them still oddly stood in darkness. It took them a moment to realize they were in the shadow of an enormous dragon. Nafaalilargus' corpse was stretched out above them, his wings wide as if in mid-flight, his red scales glinting in the subdued light.

"Those who are worthy, Dovahkiin, take my gift." The dragon's soul called, speaking to them. "I have drawn blood from my own breast and I bequeth it onto you, blessing you with the blood of dragons.  Dreh ni qahnaar, this is the one choice."

There was one scale missing from Nafaalilargus, and it was the one directly over his heart-- his Heartscale. Blood from there dripped infrequently down into the fountain at the center of the room, one tiny drop at a time, but over the late thousands of years it had filled the fountain.

Ishien bowed deeply to Agatha as she left, showing his mutual respect.