He strode into the cavern with all the confidence his station demanded, his brown feathers smoothed and flattened in his robes, which were light and flowing. As he continued, a talon skimmed across the lovingly carved walls covered in various runes and sigils, his life's work only amounting to a single rune on these stone halls.
It was cold and silent, the only light coming from behind him, the mountain wind still nipping at his tail-feathers, the only glow was dim blue lanterns powered by the Arcana. The Lanterns only glowed in the presence of a mage, a scholar of the arcane, or overwhelming magic.
He continued, his claws tapping against the cavern floor with every step. The sound echoing through the hall as he approached a colossal slab of stone it's color and cut were foreign to the cavern. Scenes of Txori rising from the mountains into the heavens towards a horned serpent above the clouds. He focused, whisps of white magic worming their way into the slab, the walls of the cavern trembling as the slab splits and shifts, scraping across the floor. Now the way was open, the magic dissipated as he took a final breath, ready to start his annual meeting.
As he stepped through the way now revealed, the slab slid back into place behind him, he never liked how heavy the door was, or the noises it made. He was halfway through the hall wen the slab finally came to a stop resting until it was needed again. Arcana flowed from his talons, a clawed hand pulling out scrolls, symbols and sigils appearing with a flick of his tail-feathers. Formulas and graphs appearing to his side, terrain just a head of him; he looked over it all, ruling was never something that came easy to Krezath Koryun but it calmed his mind, looking at the hard facts and the data. It was all clear to him, his eye falling upon a particular spot, it was an old monastery exiled for their heresy. 'Something must be done about that place! Foolish exiles and outsiders keep taking what's not theirs!' he thought as his blood boiled with rage then he sighed, at least he was heading to the meeting that would decide such matters.
Finally he had reached the room, runes and sigils covered the floor, all a careful network of arcana, what at the moment looked like an empty cavern flickered and vanished. And before him he saw a colossal figure, tall as a tower heavy as a ship. Black scales glistening in the dark light, as an intelligence to rival and surpass looked down upon him. cloudy purple eyes luminating their snout, and a field of Jayzine crystals like swords on an ancient battle ground littered the figure in front of him, it's voice boomed like a landslide. 'Warden Archmagi' He bowed to the dragon before him 'My Elder-dragon' They had always started with titles, it was easier for Rhea that way. 'Tell me, how has our people faired under your rule?'
