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Larea was a tigress with purple fur, black stripes, violet eyes, and stood about 4'11". At twelve she was the second and youngest daughter of baroness Yitari, a 37-year-old grey furred tigress with black stripes, silver eyes and stood about 5'9". Currently she was angry because all though lunch her mother did nothing but fawn on her sister Jade a 17-year-old tigress with green fur, black stripes, silver eyes and stood at 5'9". Just because she was the youngest to ever complete a ritual summon in know history didn't mean she was better than Larea. Hadn't Larea herself been the youngest ever excepted to the Magi school? But no one remembers that, no it just more of the same. No matter what she did her sister was always there first. Always did it better, even when she did beat her sister at something, everyone just assumed jade had let her win or had made it easier for her to find successes. It was madding, but Larea had a plan this time. She'd show everyone she was better and then they'd finally pay attention to her. After all, if her sister had managed a summoning without much issue and Larea had managed to pass the entry exam to the magi school ever earlier then jade, then it followed she'd be able to do this too. I mean how hard could a greater summoning be?

Larea Scooped up Naira a 10-year-old wolven black fur, though it ran to green on her belly, one blue eye, one red eye, 3'10", from the royal gardens (as Naira was an aspiring druid this is where she liked to spend most of her time), and whisked her off to the old and abandoned section of the magi training grounds. It was just to the north of the old stables. It had six towers (there was eight once but two were nothing but melted and twisted slag) that boxed a courtyard about hundred feet in diameter. It was abandoned about five hundred years ago when the two towers were lost with all their inhabitants due to an unfortunate summoning mishap. However, a few of the old summoning rooms still worked, and it was to one such room that the two were headed.

Naira looked around nervously, “I don't think this is a good idea Larea". Larea looked to Naira with determination and said “My sister did a summoning yesterday. I've cut years off what she's managed to accomplish before. Why should this be any different?". Naira “All right that's true but she only completed a minor summoning, while your trying for a greater summoning. Isn't that supposed to be a whole lot harder? Besides if we're caught here again you know what'll happen." Larea “A lot of things are supposed to be hard per the masters. Like the entrance exams, yet I found them to be so easy it was almost boring." The truth was at the time she was so nervous she almost fainted. “As for what'll happen if were caught here again… well just don't get caught and it won't matter, now will it?".

Their foot steppes echoed hollowly off the walls, each step disturbing the dust of centuries. When they arrived on the bottom floor of the basement (where most summoning rooms are located, to better hold any summoned creature that might try to escape) they picked the first room on the right. Inside they found runes engraved into the very stone of the building. Twisting and writhing on themselves, nonmagi that stared at them to long often got motion sickness. Larea quickly began setting up for the ritual, now eager to succeed and show everyone she was better than Jade. She began the ritual just like they showed in the book by drawing the proper sigils of power with chalk on the floor, next she knelt in the center of the circle and began the proper chants to focus her mind and form a conduit for her power to flow though. Lastly she drew in her will then let out her power to follow the conduit. The sigils around her flared to life with a bright red glow that hurt her eyes. The two girls sat waiting with baited breath to see what would be summoned forth. Minutes crawled by like hours while the two waited, until finally Naira said “I think you messed it up." Larea “I don't understand I did everything listed in the book exactly as it was described." Naira “look let's just get out of here before we're caught ok?" Larea “fine I suppose I'll just have to do some more research and try again later." When Larea left the circle, the sigils died away to a low smoldering red as though the very fires of hell burned within. Naira looked at them and asked “are they supposed to keep glowing like that?" Larea “I'm not sure let me go check my notes."

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In the dark places between worlds a being sat contemplating the future and the past. She'd been rather forcefully ejected from the last world she been playing on. They thought they could deny her plans for their world. Folly truly, for all things came from chaos and to chaos all things would inevitably return. For now, she was unable to act directly and all her vassals had been destroyed. She needed something to give her an opening but how?

Something intruded on her drawing her back the present. It was a line of power… some foolish magi had cast a summoning but forgotten to specify a target. As she watched the line writhe and twist growing ever longer seeking a target, any target. She was reminded of a new and interesting world she had found and one toy she particularly liked to play with. A thought came to her then, the seed of an idea taking root in her mind. A devious smile spread across her face as she reached out and plucked the line of power from the aethier. However, it was not yet the right time to implement such a plan so she tucked the strand of power away for later use. After all she wasn't done playing with him in his current world. So much chaos left to sow first.

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The decking bucked and heaved under his feet, slamming his armored head into a bulkhead before driving him to the floor. Fire ripped up his side from where a Vaagh had managed to stick him with its combat knife while he'd been in the process of crushing the life from the last of its companions. He'd been sloppy to let that happen but then again he'd know this was likely to be a suicide mission to begin with. His mission was to destroy an enemy research and development vessel. However, since he was trying to deny them all the research, simply blowing up the ship wouldn't work, to many small bits and pieces left behind for the enemy to salvage and analyze. Thinking outside the box was a necessity for a Reaver. So, after a short time contemplating this conundrum he formulated a plan that while possibly suicidal was elegant in it's simplicity. There was a very convent black hole nearby so he simply parked the ship close enough that it would get sucked in but not all at once, thus giving him the time he need to escape, in theory it would work. Too bad life didn't always cooperate with his plans.

The crew had of the ship had a few ideas of their own regarding his plan and a very nasty surprise when he found out there had been the better part of a battalion of Death Heads (the Vaagh answer to Reavers) on board. It had cost him time to deal with all of them and for the first time in a very long time he was completely out of ammo. It was the ship being ripped apart as it drifted toward the black hole the was causing the deck to move so violently. As he continued to head for his ship which was parked on the side facing away from the black hole, he reran some calculations and new beyond the shadow of a doubt he was screwed.

The ship gave another violent lurch that sent him careening off the ceiling as the power finally gave out and the gravity with it. The shriek of overstressed metal caused him to turn in place and stare at his death as the hall of the ship disintegrated around him. A massive force grabbed him and began pulling him toward a pitch-black hole, the last thing he remembered before the blackness took him was the sound of feminine laughter.