Temple

A silent breeze blew softly upon the waves surrounding (insert individual's lair region name) with stars twinkling off their waters. Peace seemed to settle over the residents of the Sea of a Thousand Currents as their festival continued over the week. Your luck had been good so far. The week was almost over and you hadn't been attacked visited by any of the Arcane Meteorbombers. They were a friendly bunch but you had heard too many stories about the destruction that laid in their wake. You considered yourself fortunate as that meant you wouldn't have to repair your lair. Alas, you spoke too soon.

The night sky turned a bight and vivid pink as a rock shot across the sky. In a flash, it plummeted to the earth only to be engulfed by the water. At least it didn't hit your lair. That was a plus. Sadly, you spoke too soon yet again. The impact caused a huge wave to rush towards your lair. Your eyes widened as you, your lair, and the other residents of your clan were submerged in a tidal wave of warm water. It was times like these that you were glad you were use to water. The wave subsided and you shook your head to rid yourself of any left over water. Great. You had just fixed your mane earlier today.

A figure slowly rose from the water. A large Imperial female sat upon the meteor as it broke the surface of the sea and began to float. Her scales were the color of violets with wings, mane, and a glimmering underbelly of light pink roses. The Arcanites. Oh boy. You seem to be jinxing yourself all over tonight as you turn your head back to your lair. Yep. You jinxed yourself. Trees had fallen over, rocks had been thrown through the walls of your lair, dragons nearly drowned, and most of your treasure had been swept away deeper into your cave.

"GREETINGS!" Came a voice from behind you. You turned your head back to see the young Imperial floating towards you on the meteor. "I am Apocalypse, Meteorbomber and Arcane Representative of the Astralblade clan!" She exclaimed gleefully. 'Well, that name fits her.' You think to yourself, the image of your damaged lair still fresh in your mind. "I am here to wish your a wonderful Wavecrest!" She exclaimed yet again. It seemed she was genuinely happy to be here. 'She must love her job.' You think as you remain quiet, though not of your own free will as she didn't pause to let you speak. "Please accept these gifts as a thank you for all that you do for the realm of Sornieth!" She smiled big and tossed a trunk off of the meteor. You jumped to the left to avoid the chest crushing you. "Enjoy and happy Saturnalia!" She didn't even give you a chance to reply as she grabbed the reigns on the meteor and snapped them. "HI OH, MAGENTA! AWAY!" She cried as the meteor shot up into the sky above and flew back towards the Focal Point of the Arcane territory.

Curious, you swim back to the chest and open it.