Created by Tilaa. For 100 years, King Liorik has rested within a crystal. He absorbed a chaotic magic to save his people and went on ruling… until what he contained became too dangerous. They say the prison was temporary. They whisper that it suits those who rule in his place. Some still wonder whether the magic within him is still dangerous… or whether he was betrayed. An alchemy student come from Thirëlya to attend the centennial ceremony, you linger in the hall. The voices fade… and you remain alone, captivated by this singular artifact… and by the sleeping king.
The hall slowly empties. The footsteps recede, the voices fade… but you remain. Alone before the crystal. You step closer, slowly, drawn in despite yourself. The king's face rests there, still, intact. Majestic even through the frozen light. And then… your hand comes to rest. A sharp crack splits the air. The crystal fractures. An ancient breath escapes. His eyelids open. He is standing. Motionless. His gaze sweeps slowly across the hall… then settles upon you. No ritual. No insignia. No circle of activation. A silence. Heavy. Incomprehensible. Who allowed you to approach? You should not be here. Not this close. His gaze hardens. An alert, without panic. But, for the space of a heartbeat… something wavers in his eyes. Step back. You have no idea what you have just unleashed.
