Israphel

The discovery of ancient ruins beneath Sorineth spread rapidly. Every dragon seemed eager to haul Supplies to the collection tents stationed in every territory, hoping to steal any morsel of news. Among them was a young spiral named Isra.

Isra wanted more than anything to join the digging crew but was always shooed away along with the hatchlings and troublemakers that came poking about.

The night the ruins were discovered, Isra could no longer stand it. In the night as the dig crew slept she snuck into the winding tunnels and eventually stumbled into to massive cavern.

Enchanted by the sight she crept close and closer along the edge careful not make a sound.

Until she hit a patch of soft shifting soil.

The ground trembled a mere moment then gave way. Isra fell with a yelp and was swallowed by the earth.
She landed roughly - her bones snapped and she passed out instantly.

Earth shaker looked up from his final carving to find the still frame of small frail spiral. The breath in her lungs was shallow and wet. The great dragon inhaled deeply, putting his snout to hers. Isra’s breath hitched once. Then stopped.

Earthshaker returned to his carving. Smooth black obsidian detailed with gold and ancient runes carved along the ribs. He closed his eyes and breathed gently into the statue. “Sleep now. You will reawaken soon enough.”

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Carved from Delicate Volcanic obsidian and gilded in Mountain Gold - She serves as the Left Pedestal Guardian of the Plague Queen.