[center][i]"Your world has been spared, to a degree. Aurora is a strange place, filled with an energy only the Angar-Ryllan's can truly see. For the time being, they will not attempt to invade again; the Maelstrom has proved too difficult. If you go now, and seek revenge and [b]succeed[/b], they may turn their attention once more to Aurora. They are not above revenge themselves."

"You seem to hold revenge in a negative light."

"I am not a Dragonborn."

"Indeed. Now send me beyond."[/i][/center]

Vera Threi Shivan reflected on that chance meeting, for a moment cautious of her decisions to leave Aurora in search of Angar-Ryllans, or a force that could oppose them. As she was now, and with a distinct knowledge of one's own capabilities, Vera knew well that an empire spanning so called "stars" was not something that could be felled by the breath of a single dragon. She needed aid, someone else who shared her sentiment. In the end, that force was not to be found in this place "Sortarius". It was much too like her own world of Aurora, and with a distinct lack of power similar to the Bulwark.

Certainly the troll that hung limp in her jaws, blood and shredded flesh sliding off into the underbrush cemented her conception of how unimpressive this world was. With a flick of her long neck and a chomp, she severed the thick hide and fat body in half, and gulped down the flesh that was trapped in her maw. Its head and legs splattered on the ground, but she paid no mind. The sound of a distinct [i]human[/i] cry in the distance had caught her attention away from the hunger she had satiated. Rising above the treeline, she caught the faint smell of blood, small but definite. There was a battle starting, evident by the blood, but given how quickly more of it began to accumulate in the air, she could tell it was not simply a scuffle. A band of raiders was attacking.

Vera stretched her massive wings over the canopy and beat them twice, disturbing a flock of birds that had deduced she was originally no threat to their small size. The town in the distance had granted her shelter earlier in the night, being quite dazed after having warped from Aurora with aid of a certain transporter. They offered her a bed and some food, but having since recuperated, she declined their offer of sustenance and flew off into the mountains beyond. Their measly offerings of bread couldn't possibly satisfy her belly. Within hours she found a wandering cave troll and swiftly butchered it, vastly greater in size and strength. It was like a goat to a lion for her, despite the fact that in her human form it could easily crush her under its weight.

Whatever was going on in the town, Vera felt a small sense of duty towards their safety. The possibility of discerning better what this world was capable of, too, enticed her. With a single great lunge, she took off into the air and soared for the plains in the distance, and unleashed a sky-rumbling roar to signal her approach.