I have done what you have asked of me.
( @stoneroot-science )
Good. Meet us.
Below the text is a glyph indicating extraplanar coordinates. Staring at it for just a moment presses information and images into the brain - Itlimoc. Ixalan.
Ivaria tried her best to quell her excitement long enough to visualize the glyph in her mind. She’d been to Ixalan once before, so it wasn’t too difficult to get a general sense of the plane she was going to, but she had to make sure she got the location right. She focused as hard as she could on the coordinates, latched onto the frequency of Ixalan, and allowed her body to dissipate.
The air in the clearing was hot and damp. Trees towered overhead, branches reaching toward the sun in constant praise of light and life. Small raptors skittered among the roots and the calls of larger dinosaurs could be heard in the distance. Voren too was phenomenally tall and lanky, in mimicry of the local flora.
Or would be, were he standing straight. The treefolk had pinned a large raptor beneath several roots and was stooped low… tinkering. Branches stabbed into reptilian fleshed as he sliced and stitched and pulsed magic into the very much still living and awake test subject - its mouth open in silent screaming.
“You have brought the scales?”
Ivaria grimaced at the scene before her, watching Voren work with an odd fascination. She wondered what the purpose of what he was doing could possibly be.
She extended her arm to the treefolk, an unremarkable cloth bag cupped in her hand. Inside were ten small dragon scales, bright crimson in color.
A vine erupted from the forest undergrowth and curled around the bag, snatching it from her hand and writhing toward Voren like a snake. Two claw-like fingers reached in to examine the contents and retrieve just one scale.
“Mmm… not fresh, but it is as we requested.”
He traced the scale along several cuts marked along the raptor’s body which began to grow a ferocious blue. He stowed the scale and the bag as the creature twitched and writhed, in clear pain as limbs grew longer, scales hard. Extra limbs sprouted from its back, rapidly forming meat and sinew and flesh until the small creature had its own set of wings.
“This plane has lacked proper dragons for far too long. The current megafauna could use the additional competition.”
Ivaria took a step back, apprehensive but almost marveling at the creature’s transformation before her. She was amazed that such a tiny scale could cause such a reaction.
Her voice trembled. “What did you do?”
Voren stands to his full height, releasing the tiny dragon as it skitters and flaps away from the scary tree man with the razor-sharp fingers. It takes to the air after a few hops and jumps, grabbing onto a normal tree and climbing away.
“While no dragons are present on this world, there are creatures of similar anatomy, like this one. We simply forced the essence of one to attach to this lesser lizard. As you see it grows to match. In body and soon in mind. These scales will prove to have many uses.”
He beckons her closer, voice echoing in her head at the same volume despite being several times taller than his usual stature.
“You seek to grow as well. Today’s lesson will also prove to have many uses.”
