Burnbones - Halloween 2016/Lore

Lore & Summary of Events (Vraktar)

Vraktar was a normal hatchling. He laughed, he played, he hoarded the tiny dented bells that creatures he hunted sometimes held onto… he was a very normal hatchling. That is, of course, until his friends convinced him to play the Burnbones game. Vraktar was terrified. He could fight the weaker skeletons and bring down some tough grulets, but facing a monster who was drowned in his own hoard chamber in lava for his deeds? That was not something he could handle! But, of course, peer pressure and hatchling stupidity… He had followed his friends to one of the great lava pits of Dralk. He had offered his hoard at the edge and chanted the name thrice. But he, unlike his friends, did not return from that lava pool.

The great ghostly beast had risen from the depths and claimed not only the hoard in front of him, but the mind of the young hatchling. Gone were the simple crystals from his claw sockets; gone was the innocent mind behind those orange eyes. In went Burnbones’ mind-controlling obsidian sphere and in went Burnbones’ conscience. Vraktar was no more.

A puppet, the hatchling was brought to Dralk, where Gifted lay gathered. He rattled off nonsense about researching a spell in a voice that was his own but words thought by another. The Gifted had no clue; they quickly took off in all directions to solve his riddles. The ancient beast lurking in the hatchling’s mind roared in victorious might, awaiting the return. After some failed offerings, the hatchling that was once Vraktar received what he asked for. He combined parts of creatures from the four maws of the earth - Katja, Drakul’s Heart, Fire Island; Obsidian Boulder Golem Chip, Flame Essence, Fire Opal Golem Chip, Ravager Heart, and Flame Essence… all were mixed and brought together to form a strange faceted gem. Stage one was complete. Burnbones was laughing in delight in the hatchling’s conquered mind. Fools! Vraktar then called upon a Ritual Spirit to move to the next part of this strange spell. At the base of each Tower in Istaria set a Spirit conjured and brought to this realm by Vraktar’s - or truly Burnbones’ - calls. Once appeased, this Spirit appeared in front of the vessel of Burnbones, demanding one final offering. Receiving it, the Spirit was finally pleased and shaped the faceted gem into a crystalline skeleton key. There was only one last thing to do. Vraktar inquired about the Hidden Flame, sending the Gifted off to find Karane the Historian or, rather, her assistant. The controlled hatchling sat silently in Dralk, waiting. It took the Gifted not ten minutes before they returned with Lanithai, Karane’s Assistant, who informed him of the Dragons whose names made up the Hidden Flame. Indeed, the Hidden Flame was an order of Dragons who bound Burnbones to his lava-filled tomb. She listed off their names, the idiotic Dragon! Vraktar slipped away, vanishing through the portal nearby, his owner wishing for his mind to return. It took no time at all for Aberrant Azulars to… “appear” by the mentioned dragons, slaughtering them and breaking the last seal on Burnbones’ tomb. Zombie-like, the hatchling whisked away all normality and marched to Burnbones’ planned exit, where the giant fiery Dragon reclaimed his mind, leaving the young hatchling nothing but an empty corpse on the floor, robbed of a long, fulfilling life...