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A figure with bright red hair set against armor of black and burnished silver walked calmly up to the gate. Her pairs of backward-facing bright red horns told of her lineage if not of the cobalt blue round eyes set in a pool of molten stone. Right arm clad in a thick gauntlet from shoulder to hand it flared occasionally along its surface to curl around her red hair. Momentary embers of fire colored dark maroon loosing more flakes into a shower of ephemeral ash from her armor. Those with an arcane eye coudl tell it was a weapon made by some non-draconic creature larger than herself though it reeked an aura of its psionic nature. Some other writhing part of her her nature much like that aura kept her mind level and her voice firm unlike many fiery souls with such lineage her ire was controlled. She sniffed at the air then raised a bladed red-scaled tail curling from behind her to keep it from touching the ground.

She scowled at the ruined library and withered grounds. The strong voice of a warrior was something one could feel scowl when they were displeased, "I walk all this way and the power's a burnt out husk. What daemonkind have these mages unleashed. I suppose I'm in the the right place for learning then. I hope there's something left I can learn out of or at least something I can tear a new abyss into."

There was as square metal-clad book two palms wide swinging at her hip that she removed. It unlocked with a click of its own as she looked at the building slowly drawing her fingers across the page. The drawing taking place underneath of the building itself was something more elegant. As she worked the metal rose across her throat gleamed with soft light.