The Vega Codex
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The morning was cold, full of fog and overcast skies. The field was littered with corpses, some with injuries consistent with a sword, others were charred remains. There were three figures standing among the dead, one was a woman garbed in a modified version of the classic Goth look carrying a set of scissors stained with blood, the second was a man clad in a suit of Plastiform armor reinforced by chain mail, carrying a sword that was stained red with blood and a similarly marred shield. The third and final individual was a half-Latina wearing leather garments, whose cheekbones and eyes were the defining things about her. Her eyes glowed molten gold flecked with brown. She carried a staff that emitted a smoky dark glow, as if it was made of smoke and cinders from a burned tree. Her eyes slowly assumed a hazel brown tint, and the staff vanished as though it had been dispersed by the wind.
"We had no choice. They wouldn't back down from this unnecessary conflict," said the man in armor, as he flicked the blood off his blade before sheathing it, "they must have been enthralled by the Mage that we are pursuing." He shook his head and sighed. His companions said nothing, as they examined their dead foes for intel or clues concerning their target. The Goth had quietly cleaned off the scissors and concealed them on her person, while the half Latina stood still and closed her eyes...and her physical form shifted slowly from humanoid to quadruped. Where there was once a humanoid figure was now a scaled creature of legend: a true female dragon. The dragon's eyes opened, showing great intelligence behind those molten gold orbs flecked with brown. The swordsman chuckled at the sight of the majestic being, while the pale gothic woman rolled her eyes and muttered "show off!". The dragon snorted with amusement at the gothic woman, and shifted back to a human form.
Four more figures appeared from the edge of the battlefield, a short perky redhead with slightly pointed ears, a small bespectacled man holding small homunculus in his arms, a dark skinned man with dreadlocks signifying his adherence to the priesthood of the death spirit Loat-te, and finally a young woman that bore a striking resemblance to the human form of the dragon, only with green flecked golden eyes, and rounded cheeks.