The devil arrives in a deep, dark burgundy cave, his orange caster cape stark against stone that seems to drink the dimness. Cold pressure gathers around him.
Foul dragon ghosts coil through the cavern, translucent wings and skull-like faces interlocking as death-realm power knits them into unfinished bodies.
the dragon ghosts
Return us. Return us to breath, to scale, to the full lives denied by death.
Their voices overlap into a grinding howl. Some souls were slain justly, others unjustly, yet all claw toward reanimation, unable to settle into mature forms.
the dragon ghosts
Who enters the womb of our making? The living world already shudders beneath our reaching.
The forming dragons turn toward the devil. Above the cave, distant roots crack and hidden beasts flee as tremors pass through the earth.
Electric tension prickles along the devil's claws while the cavern waits, crowded with hungry spirits and the unfinished shapes of dragons.
✓ Quest Accepted
Halt the dragon reanimation
“I fill the cave with howling angels”
SUCCESS (Good Arcana, rolled +2)
The devil’s magic opens like a silent wound in the air, and the cave fills with towering angels. Their pale wings crowd the burgundy darkness, halos burning without warmth.
They are severe, adult celestial figures in layered ivory robes, their faces veiled by gold light. Then every angel throws back its head and howls.
the howling angels
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!
The sound becomes a physical storm. Stone shivers, dust lifts in spirals, and the dragon ghosts buckle beneath a choir vast enough to drown the cavern’s tremors.
the dragon ghosts
What blasphemous host has entered our womb? Your voices tear at the paths of death!
the howling angels
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!
The angels continue without pause, filling every ledge and hollow with their terrible chorus. The unfinished dragons recoil, their grasping forms pinned beneath the overwhelming celestial noise.
“I cast increase”
SUCCESS (Good Arcana, rolled +1)
The devil casts Increase. A quiet pulse leaves his claws, passes through the angelic host, and settles into every blazing halo.
The choir expands in number and force. More pale wings unfold from the darkness, while the existing angels grow taller, their golden radiance flooding the cavern.
the howling angels
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!
The amplified howl rolls through the stone like a divine tide. Dust rises, roots groan overhead, and the unfinished dragons collapse inward beneath the pressure.
the dragon ghosts
Enough! Your host has swollen beyond measure. Our forms cannot endure this judgment!
Their half-made bodies compress into tangled coils of smoke and bone-light, pinned against the cavern floor as the howling angels fill every available hollow.
the howling angels
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!
“I cast a wyrm tomb spell apon them”
SUCCESS (Good Arcana, rolled +2)
The devil traces a tomb-sign through the air. Wyrm-lore folds around his claws, quiet and absolute, while the angelic howl becomes a distant vaulting echo.
A sepulchral sigil opens beneath the dragon ghosts, shaped like an ancient stone sarcophagus. Black-gold runes rise around their smoke and bone-light forms.
the dragon ghosts
No. Not another tomb. We have already been denied the living world.
The wyrm tomb closes without crushing them. Its spectral lid settles into place, sealing each unfinished dragon inside a separate chamber of stillness.
the dragon ghosts
The breath is gone. The reaching is gone. We are enclosed beneath the names we could not reclaim.
The cavern falls into a strange balance: angels still howl above, but the tomb spell contains every dragon ghost. Tremors cease, and the roots overhead grow quiet.
Within the sealed wyrm tombs, the spirits remain present yet dormant, their unfinished forms preserved beyond resurrection or escape.
Quest Complete
Halt the dragon reanimation
Skill Upgrade: Arcana Good→Great