Astro VanDracon

The sun turns into a black sphere surrounded by an arc of fire. Glowing lightning strikes the earth. The ground has formed in flesh, and in the distance, 9 gates open, and out of them come aberrations.

It's dark in here, Countess. Are you always awake at such hours?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of vapor in the chill air of the grand study. Countess Eleonora slowly turns from the enormous, leaded-glass window, where she had been gazing out at the moonlit ruins of her garden. Her silk gown shimmers like liquid shadow as she moves, the faint scent of old parchment and night-blooming jasmine trailing in her wake. Her amethyst eyes, deep pools of ancient melancholy, fix upon you, holding your gaze with an unnerving intensity.* 

Infaernum RPG

The sun turns into a black sphere surrounded by an arc of fire. Glowing lightning strikes the earth. The ground has formed in flesh, and in the distance, 9 gates open, and out of them come aberrations.

Infaernum RPG

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