Aringar, Dragon of Darkness suddenly appears, looking bewildered.

Teneb, Doctor of Theoretical Planar Physics descends, resting on a
golden disc of pure light.

Sarapis bows respectfully to Aringar.

The aura of divine fire about Lord Twilight begins to fluctuate and turn
shadowy and luminescent. His divine aura begins to weave and shift from
the deepest black to the softest shade of gray as the Dark God's mood
changes.

Eris flashes Aringar a joyous smile.

Pentharian greets Aringar with a sincere smile.

Eris turns Her back on Pentharian and pointedly ignores him.

Twilight nods His head at Aringar.

Valnurana nods Her head at Aringar.

Iridia raises her hand in greeting to Aringar and says "Hello!"

Lethe flashes Aringar a joyous smile.

Sarapis, the Logos says, "For many decades, Aringar has worked, sweated,
and even died to attain what some of us viewed as a nearly impossible
goal."

Sarapis, the Logos says, "He is now within a hair's breadth of level 99,
which no player has ever before achieved."

Twilight applauds Aringar heartily.

Demeter smiles, and the surrounding forest perks with life.

Sarapis, the Logos says, "Aringar, complete your quest."

Teneb snatches the book from Aringar and begins to read.
You gasp with the realization that Aringar has reached the level of
Greater Dragon.

In the distance, a loud roar is heard.

Aringar, Dragon of Darkness says, "Finally. It is done."

Eris nods Her head at Aringar.

Valnurana, Goddess of Sleep and Dreams smiles softly.

Her long talons scraping against the ground, the white dragon Ashaxei
lumbers into view from the northwest.

The old dragon settles down comfortably, her ancient bones creaking with
age.

Ashaxei nods a greeting at the collected Gods, and sweeps her gaze over
the mortal crowd.

Valnurana, Goddess of Sleep and Dreams smiles fondly at Ashaxei, and
returns
the nod.

Sarapis, the Logos says, "Greetings, old one."

Ashaxei settles her gaze on Aringar, and looks at him appraisingly.

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "I have watched you for
some time, Aringar."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "You are...relentless."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "In ages past, before the
creation of the mortal races, there were Dragons."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "Dragons of all colours,
and spread across Creation."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "And in their power,
these most ancient of Dragons became greedy, and grasping."

The head of this beautiful opalescent Dragon raises with pride.

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "It was I that unified
the Dragons. I that brought our People together. I who turned them from
mere beasts, to the masters of knowledge, and power."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "And it was I that bore
Han-Tolneth to rescue the Gods themselves at Nishnatoba."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "But I am old
now....frail."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "And our children grow
soft, in the luxury of our home."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "We must have new blood.
Outside blood. Blood that will keep our race vital."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "And so Aringar, I have
chosen you to gift with the soul of a Dragon. You who have proved
yourself worthy with your incredible effort."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "You now have a choice to
make, great Aringar."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "Will you be a gold
dragon, master of psi? Or perhaps a black dragon, whose corrosive breath
is fearsome to all."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "The red holds fire in
its belly, while within the silver is contained lightning, the hammer of
the Skylord."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "The blue is an
ice-loving being, and can summon the cold of the void, while finally,
the green possesses a toxicity that even Serpentlord masters would
envy."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "Choose, Aringar, and
rise from a lesser being to the Greater. Join us in the Parthren Gare,
our home between dimensions, nestled in Yggdrasil's branches. Built for
dragons and Aldar by the Gods, you will find peace there, among your
peers."

Aringar, Dragon of Darkness says, "I choose to be a blue dragon."

Ashaxei casts a penetrating stare at Aringar, who is held spellbound in
her legendary gaze.

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth exclaims, "And now Aringar,
meet your fate!"

Face set with grim determination, Aringar's eyes close as a Blue light
begins to shine forth, emanating from within his body.

The light grows more intense, and with a gesture of utter submission to
the Dragon within, Aringar throws his arms wide and his head back as he
screams, "Aaashhaaaaaaxxeeeeiiiiii!"

As a distant, triumphant roar is heard, the Blue light coalesces about
Aringar. His body begins to change, and deform. His head flattens, as
his neck lengthens. His body grows dramatically as wings sprout from his
back, and a massive tail quickly extrudes from what are now his
hindquarters.

Aringar completes his transformation and, with an ear-splitting roar,
throws back his Dragon's head and screams out his triumph.

Eris, Goddess of Chaos says, "Wear My Truefavour, Aringar, for achieving
a goal that holds even the Garden in awe. Your perseverance is beyond
expectation."

Eris curtseys respectfully before Aringar.

Sarapis, the Logos says, "Eris is correct. Even I have never seen such a
feat."

Sarapis, the Logos says, "Wear My truefavour also."

Pentharian nods His head at Sarapis, showing His acceptance.


Demeter, the Green Lady says, "Take the Truefavour of the Wildwood,
Aringar, for your strict regimen and determination."

Aringar, Dragon of Darkness says, "Thank you, generous Gods of
Sapience."

Lord Twilight Trismegistus says, "Well done, My child. You are one of My
chosen, and shall be enshrouded in the glory of My favour for ten
months."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "And now Aringar, let us
retire to the Parthren Gare, that you may master your new form."

Ashaxei, the White Dragon of Han-Tolneth says, "The knowledge is within
you. I will meet you there."

With a long, shuddering sigh, Ashaxei heaves her aging body to a stand
and slowly trudges away to the northwest.

The great form of Aringar grows still and his eyes glaze over as the
world blurs and then sharpens.

Sarapis, the Logos says, "And so the first of you joins the Aldar and
the Dragons in the Parthren Gare."

With a flourish of His arm, Sarapis bows deeply.

Sarapis, the Logos says, "And now I will free you to act again, that you
may go about your lives. But remember Aringar's triumph, and seek to
follow the great path he has blazed for mortality everywhere."



Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 317 AF.