Astro VanDracon

Солнце превращается в черную сферу, окруженную огненной дугой. Раскаленные лучи падают на землю. Земля превратилась в плоть, а вдалеке открываются 9 врат, и из них выходят аберрации.

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

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