In the days following Siivyra's offer, it had been taking longer than expected to finish the spell and related research as it would seem that world was farther away from Istaria then previously known. And since then the weakening power of the runed one was really progressing. While she had been fighting a lot, she no longer could as the weakness caused more deaths and stresses on the body, becoming dangerous toward an explosion.

((OOC: Refer to "The Summoning".))

Runos had taken not one, but two hatchlings under her wings, one named Sssargon, and the other Amaruq. The two got along fine as brothers who adopted one another like their A'mea, which she thought was a wonderful thing. She helped them craft, ran behind them to keep them safe from the ravages of too many grass beetles, and gave them shiny pieces for their hoard, of which both the hatchlings eyes would widen and they would scream, chirp, and purr happily. They never really fought with each other too, which was a blessing.

The great dragoness though, also was happy that her young ones had not noticed her weakening. They were too young yet to understand it, and although other older dragons mostly did not notice, a few could see it clear as day. The fact that she no longer could hunt well enough was the first sign. The second was that the statue she created as a body in a ritual to return was eroding with slight touches.

Runos was visiting the dragon who supposedly granted breaths of ice and lightning when it happened. Through the dragon growling at her, and not wanting to grant her either breath as he saw she was a stone construct ((OOC: Runos has these quests bugged and they are being worked on)) the alarm was raised. A young hatchling pair, Nyya and Razr, were in trouble. Although Runos was horribly weakened and could not even fight well enough, she retreated to her lair. While the other dragons would have thought it cowardice, it hardly was such. She just was going to use some things these that she had kept a secret, the magic etched into her mind like the runecurse on her skin. Something she liked to think as runecasting. It had the power to rearrange the world, by storing the energy potential in runes or objects like stones and gems, then releasing the magic. Some runes in combination were more powerful, while the lesser ones of the stones and gems required their etched surface destroyed to release enough energy to work.

Sitting down in front of the water pool in her lair, the first room, she reached into the pool and dragged her claw along the bottom, activating invisible runes of a scrying pool. She could discern Nyya somewhere, but a rune of the pool eroded quickly... "I have to refine the pattern..." Runos spoke, losing her focus.

Quickly changing a few runes for stability and potency, she reactivated everything. "Iea is sorry, a marking eroded, so Iea fixed it on the water pool. You look rather unwell..." the dragoness spoke, noticing Nyya had been heavily sedated, and speaking focused in a manner that nyya would hear her.

Nyya tried to say something, but it was unclear and slurred. "...th... ...an..." she said.

"Please take it easy aorban, energy is precious." Runos focused to Nyya. "May Iea scry through your eyes?"

Nyya tried to say something again, but it was lost to whatever had her under. It sounded like a yes, so Runos touched one of the runes that she had added when she rewrote them, to focus it through Nyya's eyes. She saw that Nyya was on a snowy hill with the blightlands in the distance. Trandalar? Perhaps.

"Hold tight. Iea will try to prepare something for you, as while many search you, Iea is concerned for your safety in the meantime."

"... ...th...nkz..." Nyya slurred.

Hmm... what to use? Normal rock may be too hard for someone in a bad condition as Nyya, but Runos has been helping hatchlings as of late and had some soft sandstone bricks in her pack. That might work. Etching the required runes on the stone, runos hammered and pounded on it until it would easily crumble, but not release its charge yet.

Resting with a great focus, the area of the floor around her became incribed too, and a shield to keep wandering demons or mind lashers from taking the opportunity for a free body arose. Etching a last rune on the floor, and breaking it, the brick zipped over to nyya's point, with the focus from the pool.

"Break it." Runos focused to Nyya.

"...c......n't....." Nyya slurred.

Runos didn't realize originally that Nyya was completely paralyzed from the sedative. She quickly reacted and with yet another rune, broke the brick. In a chain reaction, Runos' soul departed to that point, leaving a lifeless black stone statue behind in a protective shield...