<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ESeMfLh.jpg)</div>You each make your respective preparations and one by one enter the circle. Once all of you are within, the spinning runes that encircle it begin to move more quickly, creating a dizzying whirl of light and shadow within the near-empty room. Moments pass, when you feel the jarring movement of long-range teleportation at work within the field. Darkness clouds your vision, accompanied by an intense feeling of movement and a few seconds of vertigo as you arrive at your destination, quarter-of-an-inch off of the ground.<br/><br/>Your sight returns just a moment or two later, and you see an enormous field of bone before you on a sunken plateau. Above is a dark sky full of clouds that give everything a gray haze as the sun unsuccessfully attempts to shine through. The first visible thing through the gloom is a massive draconic skull with great tusks each easily the size of a man, and the closed jaws easily able to swallow a horse whole were they open. Beyond the skull, a vast plain of massive draconic bones reaches into the distance. Beyond their towering rib cages and crumbling wings stands a stark tower of rock, rising up from the center of the field. As lightning flashes in the distance, small forms can be seen circling the tower and swooping over the field without apparent pattern or purpose. To the left of the mountain, about halfway across the Bone Field, a golden point of light shimmers faintly through the half-darkness, while to the right are the remains of what used to once be a building.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Terra</div><div class="spoiler_body">Your demon feels the sympathetic tug of something... Important to it. Incredibly important in a way such as nothing else has ever been to it. It has no clue what it might be, but it's coming from beyond the glowing field of gold that, closer to the edge of the field though still no small distance into it.</div></div><br/><br/>You are suddenly startled from your observations by the rustle of a strong wind followed by the beating of massive wings as a form swoops towards your party. The dragon gives another few flaps of wings before it settles before you; it is a large creature, easily twice the size of any of you, but you can immediately see something is... wrong. Its flesh appears to be eaten away, and raw bones can be seen through its rotting carcass accompanied by the sweet-sick scent of death and rot. It turns its head to stare at you with a single eye before opening its maw and speaking in a creaking, groaning voice.<br/><br/><strong>"Greetings, mortals,"</strong>it begins.<strong>"My name is Viserion, and I warn you that if you take one step into this place, it is death upon your heads. But..."</strong>it pauses for a moment, almost confused.<strong>"Everything is so strange. I ... I died not too far away. And yet I am alive, awakened by some infernal magic."</strong>It studies one wing for a second, examining its rotting flesh and poking at the limb with a scale-covered snout. Some piece of flesh sloughs away, and it shudders at the sight as the meat drops to the ground with a wet<em>splat</em>.<strong>"Seeing dead things rot is nothing. But seeing myself... it is terrifying."</strong>Another shudder runs through him, this one different, and his eyes widen.<strong>"Something attempts to control me. I fight it still, but... I know not for how much longer."</strong>He turns his head, and the other way inspects you.<strong>"Speak. What is it you do here? I should kill you for getting so near and yet..."</strong>its head turns toward the spire in the middle of the field of bone,<strong>"something is too strange to be taken lightly."</strong>