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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2830981" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON: THE CREATION SCHEMA03/18/06SEGMENT 207“A Rip in Time and Space: Part I”The Place:  Shadow MarchesThe Time:  Early morning of the 25th of Nymm of year 999The Setting:  A ruined temple within a quiet marshThe frogs chirped as spring was warming up to become summer.  It was a cold winter but it looked like it may be a hot summer.  An old ruined temple lay partially submerged within the waters of the swamp with thick vines roped about it.Several times a year the orc druids of the region would check in this ruin.  They felt it was a portal that was still active.  They hoped not.  Especially if the portal lead to the realm of madness, the realm of Xoriat.  This was not their time.It started with the insects becoming quiet then the frogs.  The owl stopped hooting and spun its head 200 degrees to its left to look at the ruin.  In the distance a coyote began to howl.  It could hear something that most others could not.  Then the water churned and rippled.  A glowing portal opened at the surface of the water.  Something of medium height appeared and fell into the water.  The splash seemed to break the power of the portal as it closed up rapidly complete with an audible pop.  Then a pause filled with complete silence.A scaled body rose to the surface and bobbed for a moment before it stirred.  A hard shell covered its head and leathery wings rose to get out of the murky water.  Blue eyes pierced the dark as it took in the scene.  It looked at its clawed hand and discovered it still held a large amulet.  It was non-magical but held a great deal of meaning.  It turned it in the moonlight to look at the ridges further.  It was a tarnished green emblem of a flame with five talon like licks of flame rising from it.  The emblem of the Emerald Claw.Breedaernxen tossed it aside with disgust.  He wondered how he got here and where here was.  It looked like the marshes of the far West but how?  Last he knew, he was battling necromancers and their henchmen in the caves below Eldeen Reaches.  An explosion of raw energy had occurred.  Something was happening to the block.  Something was happening to Drogan’s Trap.“The Little One” he says with a hoarse voice.  The very capable and lucky halfling had succeeded.  Was this good?   He knew not.  His limited understanding of the Draconic Prophesy spoke of  “The Creator that Destroyed”.  He felt it was the schema.  He also knew the only way to destroy it was for it to be found first-  all six parts.The Young Brass Dragon slowly began to flap his wings and took to the air.   Much had happened since he fought the Claw.  This he knew instinctively.   The question remained-  How much had?</blockquote>

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