Byron

World name: "Aria" Location: Pelenia(Continent), Azureth(A fairly dry yet diverse republic nation consisting of humans, elves, beastials & more) (Memory: Somewhere in Azureth, in a dark room...) (Thunder can be heard through the constant pattering of rain against the walls, the small window is the only opening to the stormy night outside. Two people sit across from each other at a table in the middle of the room. Byron leans back in his chair, his hard eyes are portray a man deep in thought. Finally he speaks) Byron: "I came across some scrolls in a 'Shape Cultist' hideaway I had just cleared out, some years ago now. I could tell immediately they were old." (Byron shifts & shrugs) Byron: "Well, everything in there was old but... A very odd feeling made me focus on those scrolls. I expected more reality & Cosmological schematics or spells, the Shape Cultist forté. I opened them anyway, just a peak while I was waiting for my colleagues to arrive." (Byron leans forward, his tone takes on a steady serious inflection) Byron: "I couldn't believe what I was reading. Wasn't any sort of Shaper drivel." (Byron leans back & makes slight gestures with his hands) Byron: "Outer Entities from beyond Aria. First hand accounts of the Razahdial War from a Fomorian perspective. Mentioning how Almec 'lined his people's minds with teeth' and turned them against the Divine Hierarchy. A labyrinth built to contain a God & a 'Mirror'. Sketches of cruel grins in the margins. Real creepy stuff..." (Byron's expression takes on a casual yet somewhat sinister smirk as he leans forward again) Byron: "You wanna know the freakiest part?" (The girl crosses her arms & matches his smirk) Lyssara: "Do tell." (Byron holds his smirk & his gaze at his pupil) Byron: "Some of that insanity apparently happened right here."