“Before you begin, there is the minor matter of your affinities,” Thraxis cautioned as two globes appeared before him. They were grapefruit-sized, opalescent spheres that caught Ori’s attention.
“What do we need to do?” Ori said as Lysara emerged from the ground to hover by his side.
“Firstly, we shall confirm the Irregular affinity that you both possess. Place a palm upon this orb and channel with the affinity's aspect in mind.”
Ori stood and proceeded to do just that while Lysara moved closer, a tendril of lightning arcing out to strike the orb on the other side where Ori touched. Ori channelled mana. Due to his aetheric heart, his mana regeneration rate was more than ten times larger than it was previously, high enough to perpetually channel any spell in his arsenal as it flooded the orb with actinic, crackling energies. Ori caught a glance from Freya, her expression pensive and uncertain.
‘What is it?’ Ori prodded silently.
‘It’s just a minor matter, but the Namer of the Unnamed… he could have done this anywhere, couldn’t he? Also, he’s a Dragon, Ori. Dragon kind and humanity don’t exactly get along.’
‘Really? Why—’
“Good,” Thraxis brought them out of their silent conference. “And now, Ori, do the same with the second orb, but with your unique affinity.” The dragon commanded, his eyes gleaming, his smile expectant and no less out of place on a face mostly that of a wily old man.
Ori did so, channelling with the same prodigious rush of mana as before. The globe brightened, then darkened as if becoming more present, more opaque even though it was originally as solid and real as everything else around them. Within the orb churned the prismatic light of creation and rebirth, of stygian voids consuming and being consumed in turn, of whole realities within itself growing and evolving in an endless cycle of renewal and progress.
“Good,” said Thraxis, his growl now decidedly draconic as the swirling orb of stars joined the humming ball of lightning. Viewed together, the two lights seemed oddly complementary, yet starkly different in purpose and underlying mechanics. Where one seemed to be the light of creation and purpose, the other seemed to be more a force or an aspect of reality, its nature incidental to its greater authority.
The orbs spun away from Ori and company, and the misty hint of a giant, reptilian claw clasped around them, its grip enveloping the spheres in a cloak of white.
“Your participation will be required,” Thraxis growled, his voice suddenly that of a much larger creature emanating from all around them. Mana, on a scale Ori could scarcely imagine, flowed around him like a fast-flowing river. Meanwhile, Thraxis glowed, his eyes and mouth pouring out light as something caught Ori in its grip. He could have resisted if he really wanted to but decided against it. Instead, he relaxed, his mind and body flowing with the magic as its currents enveloped him. His mouth moved as if of its own accord.
“Flux,” he, Lysara and Thraxis said in perfect union, their forms possessed by the magic of the dragon's spell.
“@##?!@&^.” They spoke once more using a word that was more than a word, their voices seemed to resonate as if filling an entire building. Ori’s vision paled, greying out as all his mana, Aether and vitality momentarily left him. He could feel the invisible, distant weight of Peritia grow heavier, as it stood, frozen in time beyond this realm, waiting to add legends to his accolades and rewrite his page of fate. He stumbled and sank back into his chair. Freya shifted to her sprite form to buzz in concern while a visibly paler, more subdued Lysara orbited around Ori’s shoulders in a lazy spiral.
“Ori?” Freya asked in concern.
“I’m alright,” he said as he caught sight of Thraxis, his form heaving in exertion but triumphant as if just winning a race.
“Fitting,”
“What is?” Freya asked, her annoyance masking her fear and confusion.
“That a transcendent affinity, one that represents growth and evolution, should displace the Ethereal, a sleepy demiplane of death and convalescence,” Thraxis chuckled in wonder, his thoughts elsewhere as he replied.
“W… what does that mean?” Freya said, almost too afraid to ask.
“It means that fate now has its tenth demiplane, and you were witness to its inception.” With an absent flick of his wrist, the librarian sent forth the results of their efforts.
Flux
Rank: Irregular
Signature: +200% increased spell potency per level of comprehension, other.
Description: Derived from the elemental storm, material force, electromagnetism, and charge, this greater affinity embodies the concepts of change, instability, and dynamic transformation. Flux is a versatile and potent affinity that channels the chaotic power of storms, the raw strength of physical forces, and the nature of electromagnetic fields. Unconfined to any single demiplane, Flux is uniquely adaptable and unpredictable. Users of Flux can manipulate a wide array of energies and forces, allowing for creative and powerful applications in offence and utility.
Subaffinities: Lightning (all), Light… Charge… Change… Chaos…
Greater affinities: N/A
Cosmic
Rank: Transcendent
Signature: Adds additional Intent when channelling, Spell and Intent potency increases +50% per second channelled, other.
Description: Cosmic is a transcendent affinity that embodies the principles of light, life, change, growth, rebirth, and evolution. As the 10th demiplanar affinity, its emergence marks itself as the first new Demiplane since the inception of fate itself. Cosmic weaves together the radiant energies of the stars, the vital essence of life, and the transformative powers of evolution and renewal. This affinity transcends the boundaries of any single plane, tapping into the primal forces that drive the universe's endless cycle of creation and destruction. Users of Cosmic can harness these profound energies to inspire growth, initiate transformative change, and channel the raw power of cosmic light.
Subaffinities: Light (all), Life… Creation… Change… Void…
Greater affinities: N/A
“Titania's tits!” Freya cursed, her presence no less muted in her sprite form. Thraxis chuckled while Ori’s eyes widened as he noted the new curse from his familiar.
“What is it, Freya?”
“Oh, just all of it. It’s all just… well, beyond ridiculous at this point. Just who have I gone and bonded myself to?” Freya said, her exasperation sliding towards weary acceptance.
“Oh, do you not know?” Thraxis said, his gaze turning back towards them as if in interest.
“Know what?” Freya said cautiously.
“His affinities, his Will? Any one of those would have made him a person of note, a being of regard. But his deeds and abilities... these make him significant. Ori Suba is what we librarians often refer to as an Entity.”
“An Entity…” Freya gasped. “Yes, I should have realised.”
“It is understandable that you haven’t. To watch one rise right next to you without foreknowledge is to be under their spell and swept up in the wake of their actions.”
“What’s an Entity?” Ori asked, nettled by Thraxis’s description of Freya’s relationship with him.
“They are beings of power, separate from gods. They influence and bargain, forming pacts or bonds of exchange.” There was a flash of light as Freya reverted to her pixie form, her serious eyes fixed on his. “They’re often patrons to warlocks, capricious entities that slide in between the spaces of divinities or greater powers. But often, they lie trapped or banished from the realms of fate, unable to ply their influence directly, instead working through intermediaries or champions. Even still, from what I’ve seen so far, this expression fits you. You were from beyond fate, an Irregular able if just barely, to contend with gods under special circumstances. You offer bonds, exchanges of power for power—”
“And what will you use your influence to seek, I wonder… Just what does The Bondweaver ultimately desire?”
Ori shook his head, their talk of entities of power and puppet masters so far away from the impression of himself he held in his mind.
“How do I do this evolution then?”
“Ah, so we come to the other side of our bargain? As what you’ll experience will happen outside of time, I shall commence our agreed-upon time of advice, now. Do not ask for boons to solve any problem you are capable of solving on your own, and you are capable of solving all those issues you currently foresee on your own, eventually.”
“Including the divine curse?”
“This little thing?” Thraxis said, waving his hand to display a section of his page of fate.
> Curse: Graceless Infernal Deathclock
> Rank: Divine
> Description: This curse feeds upon the Grace you accumulate.
> Notes: You have [one hour] to live. Extend this time by avenging the god you killed. For every infernal slain with a level disparity of greater than one, gain an hour of life. Additionally, gain one hour of life for each level the infernal is above your own.
A spike of panic dug into Ori’s chest as he read and reread the description of the curse. “For fuck’s sake. How do I get rid of this?” Ori said. Thraxis simply shrugged.
“It’s nothing major. Keep your level low, kill a few hundred demons, progress far enough down your class, one that is renowned for specifically counteracting curses, and you’ll be fine.”
Ori caught himself hyperventilating, as he pushed down fear and a wellspring of bitter rage, one born of coming so far, doing so much, and yet still getting fucked in the end. He nodded, accepting the dragon’s wisdom.
“What about evolution?” Ori asked, his mind now anxious about wasting further time.
“Like I said, anything you can do on your own is best done without my assistance.”
“So what would you recommend using the boons on?” Ori asked, curious but also starting to doubt the value of such boons.
Thraxis’s predatory smile returned, “I can withhold all details, including your name and location, should you succeed in evolution towards High Human. A boon I, a librarian of the Library of Fates, am uniquely capable of providing, and one you shall ever so desperately need.”
“Ori, he’s right,” Freya said. Meanwhile, Ori scowled as if he’d been cheated.
“He’s promising to not do something he doesn’t have to do, how is that right?” Ori growled, still unsettled by the nature of his curse.
Freya sighed. “There are few things that would cause an announcement to all Awakened across fate, and the rise of humans would be one.”
“As a librarian, I sort, I gather and organise. It is not in my nature to act so… arbitrarily. I may bend some rules, and break others, but this? No, fate shall know of humanity’s rise, just as it shall eventually know of its newest demiplane, in time.”
“Eventually?” Freya asked, Ori’s eyes darting between them, struggling to follow the direction of the discussion.
“When an Awakened first explores this new territory, fate shall know of its existence. Until then…” Thraxis shrugged as if it was no big deal.
“What would you recommend for the second boon?” Ori said, the artificial urgency of the situation once again forcing him to become impatient.
“A quest issued by the Library of Fates. Should you reproduce five more examples of High Humanity after your own successful evolution, you’ll be offered… hmmm, let’s say, royalties from the evolution method.”
Freya gasped. “Ori!”
“Is that good?” Ori wondered.
“Yes,” Freya squeaked.
Ori glanced towards Thraxis, the silver-haired dragon, its golden nest of horns, its dark eyes and its reptilian smile. “If I successfully evolve, I need to get five more humans to evolve also? And then you’ll take the evolution method I made and sell it for me, in the Library of Fates? For what, Peritia?” Ori asked, once again feeling as if he was getting the raw end of the deal.
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“Indeed, though there is an exchange for… more exotic materials for entities such as yourself.”
Again, it seemed like something he’d come to appreciate... Eventually. Something that could help with his long-term goals, but when compared to the uncertain and dire needs of his present circumstances, Ori’s stomach twisted at the notion of not getting a chance to regret his decision.
“And just to make sure, couldn’t you give me god-like powers or just send me back in time or something?”
Thraxis’s smile grew impossibly large, his face an inhuman gash that caused the goosebumps across Ori’s skin to prickle. “If only you knew.” He finally chuckled. “For the price of naming the Cosmic, a new demiplanar affinity, I deem: your anonymity until one year has passed, royalties for the method after you have proven High Human evolution five times over, and twenty-seven minutes of further guidance, a fair trade.”
Ori looked towards Freya who shrugged, then nodded uncertainly, glanced towards the now-grounded Lysara, then returned his gaze to Thraxis.
“Alright,” Ori confirmed, and he exhaled, his mind switching focus back towards his evolution. “I’ll be back in a bit, then.”
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A row of thirty-two by thirty-two humans of all shapes, ethnicities, and genders stood like photographic sculptures frozen out of time. He recognised most, if not all, of the one thousand and twenty-four variants of humanity, with many clues coming from items of clothing, jewellery, tattoos, or other markings. Even smells, for better or worse, were accessible to him in this void space that was similarly out of time like the rest, his own physical form absent—or at least, that’s what Ori thought until he found himself.
A surprising sense of nostalgia and loss hit him as he saw himself as he was, just one month before. His clothing was in pristine condition, his skin and eyes their normal browns, his face and expression healthy and unbothered without that edge of hardness and fear he always saw in himself now.
He reached out instinctively, hoping that it might somehow control what happened next.
Instead, Ori was transported back through history. He found himself standing in a bustling Greenwich in the 1990s. The sights and sounds were vividly familiar—brick houses, corner shops, and the hum of city life. He saw his father, a young man then, arriving in this vibrant city with little more than hope and determination.
His father had emigrated from Nigeria, seeking better opportunities and a fresh start. He navigated the challenges of adapting to a new culture, finding work, and eventually meeting his mother.
The scene shifted, and Ori found himself in a small village in the Niger Delta in the 1960s. His grandparents were there, working the land and raising their family amidst the post-colonial transformation of the country. Further back, Ori saw the early 20th century, when his great-grandparents lived through the British colonisation of Nigeria. The journey continued, and Ori was transported to the 1800s, seeing his ancestors living in a traditional African village. They were skilled hunters, farmers, and artisans, deeply connected to their land and community.
The scene shifted again, and Ori saw his lineage thriving in various Bronze Age African communities. He witnessed the rise of farms and the beginning of tribes turning into lasting settlements.
Time accelerated as he experienced an increasing number of ancestors migrating and adapting to famines, natural disasters, and shifting geographies. He saw thousands brave tremendous journeys across continents, witnessed the edges of glaciers advance and retreat, and observed the rise and fall of great rivers and lakes, deserts, and jungles. The very shape of landmasses acted like guiding hands in the story of human evolution. He saw how he, and almost everyone alive today, descended from survivors of a sharp, sudden, catastrophic shift in climate, beyond which was a relative abundance of hominids in an eye-opening period in Earth's history.
He was taken to the distant past, where the first Homo sapiens walked the plains of Africa. He saw his earliest ancestors, hunters and gatherers, whose ability to throw spears provided a lethal advantage over the vicious predators of the early Pleistocene. His great ancestors, makers of fire, storytellers, painters, and inventors of tools, created the first true pieces of human inheritance.
As the visions faded, Ori found himself back in the void space. He repeated this journey again and again for dozens of the thousand or so examples of humanity. He realised that humans, above all, were survivors—resilient, adaptable, and strong.
High Humanity couldn’t just be about his personal growth; he had to honour the legacy of his ancestors and racial peers. He had to ensure that humanity could continue to evolve and thrive in a world that was far larger than he had ever imagined.
After reaching a point of comprehension, the suspended examples of humans faded away, leaving only himself. The image shifted, its form changing to reflect his present reality. Instead of showing someone emaciated and haunted, he stood tall with two additional pairs of Arcane Hands like burning echoes of his physical hands. His shining eyes were a beacon on a face that gazed upon all creation with challenge and dissatisfaction.
He appeared mystical as if his presence was dialled up well past eleven. He willed the glowing eyes and hands away to focus on this feeling of presence. In doing so, he was rewarded with an intuitive, almost interface-like sense, allowing him to quantify and examine all the parameters that would define what it was, and what it would take, to be a High Human.
It was overwhelming, and were it not for the ability to call upon templates for the High Elves and Dwarves, Ori might have needed months, consumed with self-doubt despite the very firm ideas and preparations he’d made up to this point.
While vitality and life force seemed to separate the ranks of beings in terms of power, Presence seemed to be the defining qualification between racial evolution stages. It wasn’t like charisma or some other mind-altering stat purely for social situations; Presence was a meaningful, quantifiable force. Just like with Elves and High Elves, a natural tenfold increase in Presence magnified the passive, subconscious influence one had on their surroundings. It made one seem visually more real, like a boulder in reality that one could do nothing but take notice of. It was this Presence that seemed to be the baseline, and with it, the Elves used it to enhance their grace, their natural movements, and their sense of the natural world; the Dwarves used it to increase their groundedness and connection to the earth and the deep.
With this Presence, instead of the natural Grace of the Elves or the sure-footedness of Dwarves, Ori enhanced humanity’s invariance and adaptability to an ever-changing universe in a way that might have seemed paradoxical without his recent insight: When humans couldn’t adapt to an environment, they would adapt the environment to better suit them.
Ori’s avatar shifted as the increased Presence was altered to suit High Humanity. It was like he became more wizened, sharper, and higher in contrast. While in reality, the difference would be subtle, it was likely the effect, if he were to return to Earth, would be many times that of being a movie star, well-known sportsman, or model.
The next major aspect Ori established involved the elements he’d decided upon when rewriting the laws of reality. While Ori created his Aetheric Heart as the engine for his evolution, he would not limit humanity nor himself to this path alone. Conversely, without further pathways of advancement, High Humans might be permanently stuck without a clear route to Arch or Prime. Dissatisfied with Aethermancy being the sole path forward for High Humans seeking evolution, Ori codified methods of germinating seeds of Grace, Breath, Quintessence, Peritia as well as Aether, using Mana’s well-established pathway of the Mana Nexus as a template. Now, just as an Aetheric Heart could germinate from a seed of Aether, Gold Skin could grow from a Nugget of Grace, Crystal Sight from a Fragment of Quintessence, Iron Lungs from a Flake of Breath, and a Radiant Soul from a Spark of Peritia.
By doing this, High Humans could chart their progression by growing one of the five available seeds of paracausal energy each time they wished to advance. While racial evolutions would also require significant Peritia, accolades, and unique requirements for each stage, humanity now had options. With Grace being the easiest path for those of nobility or divine heritage, and Quintessence and Peritia being the hardest, Ori had already decided upon his next challenge for his evolution to Arch Human.
With the fundamental conceptualisation of what a High Human was and their pathways for progression in place, Ori focused on fine-tuning the details, specifically class slots and bonuses. Once more, Ori learnt much from the references and templates of other races. Essentially, there seemed to be a pool of available points to spend when choosing what features to grant a race. Additional rules and restrictions prevented loopholes such as evolved races having fewer class slots available than their devolved variants. For example, many evolved races, such as Fairies, High Elves, and Dwarves, sought increased class slots, relying on their diversity of spells and abilities and possible synergies, in addition to increased characteristic points per class per level. In contrast, Voidlings and Celestials often had one or two classes but with extreme racial bonuses of up to 1000%.
Ideally, if it were up to Ori, he would allow each human the choice to decide if they wanted increased bonuses in fewer classes or more classes for added versatility. However, doing so came with a cost, ultimately making that particular choice uncompetitive. Ori did find a loophole, one that uniquely suited him, by designing a feature called "Will of the High Human" that provided a temporary bonus to class abilities for a duration based on the strength of the user's will.
With the savings in upgrade points by limiting the number of class slots per rank, Ori was able to provide something different when it came to racial bonuses.
While High Humans would have no natural inclinations towards any specific affinities, all would receive an additional inherent affinity upon evolution. Inherent affinities were significant, as most individuals were born with only one. These affinities had a massive advantage in comprehension and spell proficiency over attained affinities, impacting class and spell choices, comprehension speeds, and overall talent. There were no clear methods of gaining additional inherent affinities, and Ori had only managed this by accident, thanks to his high initial comprehension of an affinity while bonding to an elemental of the same or a more advanced type. For most, the opportunity to increase this capability and specify another inherent affinity was unheard of and uniquely valuable.
With the limited upgrade points remaining, Ori made small changes to High Human lifespan by modestly increasing the average length of life and vastly reducing the rate of ageing. He removed Altus Progenitus, the ability of evolved parents to give birth to evolved offspring, primarily for practical reasons. While the idea of High Humans not having to earn evolution rankled, it was more the visions of eugenics, genocide, and the darker side of humanity that pressed Ori towards certain choices that, on the surface, seemed suboptimal.
As a result of these choices, Ori gained refunded upgrade points to spend on minor features that catered more to his personal preferences. For example, while there would be no Altus Progenitus, humans could give birth to children who were 100% one race or the other, a condition named Unicus Linea by the Library of Fates. Ori had decided upon this with his relationships with Harriet and Poppy in mind. While he was undecided on whether he’d ever have children, this workaround against Fate's preference against mixed-race evolutions, would remove the main obstacles from a practical standpoint.
Finally, beyond the basic package of good health, immunity to mortal diseases, and maternal mortality, Ori also added racial bonuses to Will to leverage his strengths.
Satisfied, Ori inspected the sum of his efforts before accepting them and leaving the evolution void space.
High Human
Humans who successfully germinate Paracausal seeds into cores of comprehension and manipulation may evolve into High Humans. As the progenitor of a new racial evolution path, you have granted moderately increased lifespans and good health, bonuses to Will, additional class slots, an additional inherent affinity, and a unique racial ability: Will of the High Human, which provides a temporary bonus to class abilities for a duration based on the strength of the user's will.
Base lifespan: 175 years
+1 Class slot
+1 Class slot upon reaching Greater and Immortal rank.
+1 Inherent Affinity of the user's choice
100% bonus to Will characteristics value
Will of the High Human: +800% bonus to class abilities for a period of 60 +(Level value * Will value) seconds, once per day.
Unicus Linea: The offspring of the user may belong to a single racial lineage
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“Interesting.” Thraxis mused.
“Which part?” Ori asked, somewhat eager for feedback on his choices.
“Unicus Linea, yes, this may aid you in my objectives. Firstly, let’s see about those twenty-seven minutes of advice shall we?”
It didn’t take long to realise just how valuable and information-dense minutes from a transcendent being millions of years old could be. From extra advice on dealing with his short-term problems, such as his divine curse or escaping Ghigrerchiax, to longer-term objectives such as nearby Aether and Primordial rifts with caches of valuable artefacts or resources, Thraxis held nothing back. It was almost as if he were receiving cheat codes or walkthroughs to hidden loot caves scattered across Twilight. When asked why he was being so generous by Freya, Thraxis responded.
“My time is no trivial thing and neither is my pride. If one has the fortune of earning moments of my time, they shall know its value by the end of it, or they were not worthy of such a gift in the first place. Besides, I now have a vested interest in your survival.”
Unwilling to expand upon that comment for now, the second half of time was granted to secrets and advice regarding Class selection and Ori’s nature as an Entity.
“You are The Bondweaver, The Progenitor, and The Duælist, or soon will be. You are an Entity thrice over, and as such have three unique classes for each title. You shall select two out of the three of them for your remaining class slots.” Thraxis commanded. Looking over at Freya, who simply nodded, Ori frowned, chafing at the lack of choice in the matter.
“Alright, but what do they do?”
"Beyond the prodigious characteristic points per level, these classes will allow you to tailor who you are. You may spend time reviewing your skills and the class descriptions later. For now, just know that although the initial skills and spells may seem inconsequential, over time you will be able to shape these classes just as much as they shape you," the dragon said. Ori wanted to ask questions he knew he could find the answers to later, but he understood that every second the Librarian spoke uninterrupted was more valuable than a hundred answers to any questions he could ask.
With two new unique classes, in addition to White Mage and his Enchanter class, Ori was already at the limit of what most High Humans would have access to and was already regretting not granting +2 or more additional classes for evolution to his race. Either way, he planned to reach Greater rank and evolve to Arch Human, with each future accomplishment granting an additional class slot, he wouldn't be limited in class options forever.
"You will advance Enchanter to a specialised, item-specific class: either Orbweaver or Wandsmith. Firstly, because of the increased characteristic points for what is essentially a higher class, and secondly, because these higher classes grant an additional inherent affinity to the item in question—yes, an Orb or Wand inherent affinity. And lastly, as you may know, object-specific enchanter classes grant important boons that vastly improve the financial viability of your craft which should be a major consideration if you harbour hopes of living a life as a crafter or businessman. I can see in your mind that desire for the power a Source could provide, however, remember that you are the wielder of a transcendent wand bound to your very soul. The advantages of an item affinity cannot be understated, so choose wisely."
Ori nodded.
"Now, there are several objectives I recommend you achieve by the time you have demonstrated the method of evolution. Firstly, you must find a matriarch for High Humanity. As The Progenitor, your choices naturally take precedence, but High Human evolution will remain incomplete without an example of each sex and a matriarch who has fine-tuned the final aspects of racial evolution.
"Secondly, your White Mage class will serve as your anchor, so progress in this class must underpin all others. While it may seem paradoxical to prioritise a common class over rare and unique ones, there is a reason why we permitted this order of chromatics to be freely available in a bargain with a failed transcendent. As you have already observed, classes and affinities stretch one's ego; their instincts push and pull you in directions not of your choosing. This can be as disastrous as the ego death experienced by those who evolve into elementals. Anchor classes prevent this.
"Thirdly, while your pursuits as an Entity of Power are of little concern to me, I offer a word of advice: avoid those like yourself where possible. They are much older and possess far more power, cunning, and influence than you can imagine, and they will tear you apart like the walking treasure bag that you are if they ever find you.
"Lastly, you must bring an end to the genocidal conflict between dragon kind and man. It must end if either race is to survive the next age."
"You're joking, right? How on earth would I be able to do that? I didn't even know there was a war!"
Thraxis glared at the young man, contemptuous of his concerns. "While I can not hold you responsible for the avarice your kind has shown for our blood, with my boon and blessing, and as the example of evolution without chimerica, you shall make progress on this by the next time we meet, or there will be a reckoning."
Quest: End the War Between Dragonkind and Man
Quest Objective: The Library of Fates, under the authority of Thraxis, Namer of the Unnamed, Prime Dragon Transcendent, and Librarian Triumvirate, tasks you with ending the genocidal conflict between dragon kind and man. The fate of both races hangs in the balance, and you have been chosen to broker peace and bring an end to the hostilities.
You have one year to progress upon this task.
Reward: Upon successful completion of the quest, you will be granted a boon from the Librarian Thraxis that can be called upon at your leisure.
Failure: Should you fail to bring an end to the war within the given time frame, your Blessing of the Prime Dragon shall be revoked. Furthermore, you will be subject to a transcendent curse, a severe consequence reflecting the gravity of this quest.