"We see the Astral Plane, just a few hours ago. This scene is, no pun intended, dead. There are no lights below the surface of the Endless Lake. No movement from the water at all. No sounds of spirits drifting beneath. There's only the motionless storm overhead, the thick layer of black ooze with ribbons of bright color sitting atop the water. We see the Eternal Stockade, the prison in which ill tempered souls are kept. Where escapees from the Astral Plane are detained and rehabilitated. It is a large cold fortress attune from stone and reenforced with steel, sitting on a solitary island on this dead, black lake. And it is disquietly still and silent for a long time.
And then from far away we see a hand punch up through the oil slick surface, sending the only ripples out through this scene for miles. Kravitz has thrashed his way out of the water, fighting through god knows what to get free. He hoists himself up and onto the island where the Eternal Stockade is built upon, cutting strands of thick slime away from himself with his scythe, which he retrieves from the Ether as he takes his Reaper form. Hands attached to long, tenebrous arms materialize in the slime and fly in his direction, but he's too fast now. Too aware. They won't catch him off guard again. He clears a few with a decisive swing of his scythe, then dashes backwards, throwing open the door to the Stockade, and barricading himself inside. It's dark and still in here too but...it's always dark and still in the Stockade.
Kravitz had seen so much in his time as the Raven Queen's Charge, things that most adventurer's given ten lifetimes would never even dream of. Arcane cults worshipping dragons made of light, cities of vast machinery and towers of guided iron, crystalized laboratories rescued by lovable doofuses. But this scene. The world made ink black and frozen. He's never seen anything that could do this before. And if it's happening in the other planes, he knows he's got his work cut out for him today. He raises his scythe and cuts a familiar slice through the air, but no gateway to the living world opens up. He tries again, and then a third time, but to no avail. He hurriedly falls to one knee, pulling a fist full of black feathers from a pocket inside his robe. He lays five feathers out in a circle, attempting to commune with the Raven Queen, seeking comfort and guidance. But for the first time since he joined her retinue, the Raven Queen doesn't answer.
Kravitz does not know what happening, and now he knows two things, at least.
He is trapped and he is alone.
boys im worried about Kravitz....
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