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06-12-2012, 06:44 PM
With the pleasure of having been marked by the Matriarch still thrumming in his breast, Vikram made the trek back up the volcanic mountain. In his jaws he held a woven pouch, its golden contents glittering against the blue glow of the molten rock that lay to either side. On occasion he spared a backward glance, checking for the mare and dragon and filly that had been his companions during the last leg of his quest.
Finally he stood before the trio of shrines, and turned toward that of the Sun. Setting the pouch down at his own hooves, wary of this treasure tumbling away into the lava, he then called out. "Sun God! I have returned from the Matriarch with shells from her golden children. I am ready to do the last task you would have me do to earn my magic." And he waited.
Finally he stood before the trio of shrines, and turned toward that of the Sun. Setting the pouch down at his own hooves, wary of this treasure tumbling away into the lava, he then called out. "Sun God! I have returned from the Matriarch with shells from her golden children. I am ready to do the last task you would have me do to earn my magic." And he waited.
