PrP's Lair

While the Astrolab shook, split, and crashed to earth, the pieces remaining had their momentum sped up in tandem, direction reversed. In the open foreverness of space the huddled few remained, embraced by the Shade. What roams those airless, haphazardly bound, forever-falling corridors are no longer dragons. Or maybe they never were.

They may be the Fifth Age, or they may be just more agents in the Shade's army, or they may be floating corpses. Only time will tell. But for now, they thrive.