Ilriliana Incarnation Story

A Pleiadian named Vendraskin moves slowly through the bottom of the dark waters, he can feel something calling out to him. Slowly he moves, worried inside that he may drown and about what is compelling him to continue on in these murky depths.

As he continues on, he can hear his name being called, but is it his name? Or is it the sound of an alluring being drawing him in, ready to rip him apart?

There are such beings that dwell at the bottom of lakes and beneath seas. Vendraskin knows this, he has studied many cultures of the old realms, he speaks thousands of languages, but what has drawn him here he does not understand.

Vendraskin can see a silhouette not too far from him, he swims towards it with everything he has but he can feel the strain of the waters and the depths pressing down upon him.

As he nears the silhouette in the water he can see the shape of a woman, her eyes open. 'Set me free.'

Vendraskin awakens from his dream, it is one he has had many times before. Vendraskin feels deep within him that he must explore this further, something is calling him.

He is a great and well known Pleiadian magician, he has done magic that has bedazzled so many, including the Arcturian high mages.

His latest work is trying to create something more than just a golem or a daemon, but a new life. Something that only beings that are beyond the worlds and the realms can do.

Vendraskin wants to prove that even the simplest of dominant species and beings are capable of creating such wonders. He has tried many times before, traveling far and wide to gather what he needed. All of his attempts ended in failure.

Vendraskin then begins to think of his dream. 'Whatever this lady in the lake is, she must hold the answer.' Vendraskin gathers himself, puts on his robe, and heads down the stairs to the main floor.

He signals for one of his acolytes, a very trusted one named Lysaku. Lysaku approaches Vendraskin and bows 'What may I do for you, master?'

Vendraskin says 'Please, walk with me.' The two walk around Vendraskin's manor and head out into the garden, there is a grand pond with many different colorful fish in it.

Vendraskin stares at the waters for a while, looking at the fish. He then says 'So many different kinds, and they have grown so well. You are my number one student Lysaku, you have excelled beyond my expectations. But there is something I must have you do, it shall be the greatest task of all.'

Lysaku replies 'What may I do for you, master? Just ask and I shall.'

Vendraskin continues 'I have a recurring dream of a lady in a lake, she calls out to me. I want you to find out if there is any truth behind this.'

Lysaku responds 'There are legends from across the realms of different ladies and other beings inside bodies of water. Some say they are imprisoned, some say that they are very evil souls looking to draw others in to devour them.'

Vendraskin says 'I don't feel that this one is a threat, find out what you can.'

Lysaku bows 'I will do everything I can.'

Vendraskin says 'Good, when you believe you have discovered the answer, come to me and you will be rewarded greatly.'

Lysaku bows once more and then scurries off to complete his task for Vendraskin.

Vendraskin stares at the magnificent pond a little while longer before returning to the chambers where his magic and experiments are performed.

There inside what appears to be a small crystal prism is a glowing orb 'One day soon you will come forth, you will be my greatest creation. You will be like a child to me.'

The orb is made out of many natural essences that Vendraskin has gathered, the majority of them from the fish that he has collected within his pond. For these are special creatures gathered from all the realms, some of them were gifts.

Vendraskin has always had a fascination with the seas and the waters and the oceans. He misses the time when he was a young child and swam within the vast Pleiadian seas on his homeworld. Most of those seas have now begun to dry up.

As Vendraskin stares at the orb, he falls into a deep sleep. He begins to have the same dream once more of the lady in the lake.

The Time Draws Near...

Vendraskin is awoken from the dream by Lysaku who says 'I have found it master, I have found it!'

Vendraskin gets to his feet and says 'What have you found? Show me, quickly!'

Lysaku produces an old scroll, Vendraskin gazes upon the illustrations on it. There he sees the lady in the lake.

Vendraskin questions Lysaku 'Where is this from? Tell me.'

Lysaku then tells him the legend of a lady trapped inside a lake, and how the waters around her radiate with pure essence.

Vendraskin says 'Yes, this makes perfect sense and it coincides with the dream! Whatever lays within the essence of this water, I must obtain some of it.'

He listens to Lysaku tell him of the legend for a while longer, until learning of where the lake can be found.

Vendraskin spares no time, he gathers his things. He follows the clues and the directions that will lead him to this lake. He travels to many places until finally, he comes upon the lake from his dreams.

Vendraskin takes a deep breath, he undoes his robe and sets it aside. He takes a small bottle and connects it to a rope he wears around his neck.

He takes another breath and dives into the deep waters of the lake, swimming downward. It feels to him as though the waters are bottomless, he continues to swim down into the darkness until he can feel soil beneath his feet. He puts a small device into his mouth that allows him to breathe under the water.

Vendraskin continues on his way, he reaches out with all his senses and he can feel energy stirring within the water. It feels blissful, calm, then there is a sudden jolt and he feels anger and frustration.

Vendraskin clears his mind, he can hear something calling to him. He continues on along the bottom of the lake, there off in the distance like in his dream is the silhouette of a woman.

As he approaches her, he can see that she is almost in suspended animation. Vendraskin looks her over and thinks 'Who are you I wonder...'

Suddenly he hears a voice in his head 'Free me, help me, set me free!'

This somewhat frightens Vendraskin, he moves back a little bit before remembering what he has come for. He produces a small needle from inside the belt he is wearing.

He pricks the finger of the woman in the lake, a small drop of blood begins to drift up through the water. He collects the blood within the bottle he brought and it begins to glow brightly.

All around him it seems as though sand at the bottom of the lake is being kicked up, he can feel the presence of things moving around him. There are dark flashes within the water, dark shadows within the water all around him.

Vendraskin quickly begins to swim upwards, he can feel the large shadows beneath him. He shields himself just as a large shark-like creature attempts to bite down on him.

The shield holds and the creature releases him, Vendraskin floats to the surface and quickly makes his way to shore.

When he reaches it, he sits down gasping for air and looks back at the lake. He places a hand around the bottle which feels warm, he looks down and sees an almost purple shimmering light coming from it.

Vendraskin smiles as he observes the bottle. 'I have what I came for, my dream has led me here. And now I shall go back and create something new.'

Vendraskin then makes his way back to his manor, there he begins to add the essence and blood in the bottle into the small prism with the glowing light.

The orb begins to change in shape, it begins to glow bright purple.

Vendraskin says 'Yes, only a few more steps.' He gets up from his work bench and he turns, there he sees three Arcturians who have entered the room behind him.

The main Arcturian is well known amongst the Pleiadian's. He is Nummandor.

Nummandor asks 'What have we here, Vendraskin?'

Vendraskin replies 'It is nothing, just an experiment.'

Nummandor says 'An experiment?' He pushes Vendraskin aside and walks over to the brightly glowing prism.

Nummandor looks at this for some time. He then says 'I see you have been quite busy, Vendraskin. Traveling, gathering, all for this little thing here. Tell me, is this your greatest creation?'

Vendraskin says 'It is something that I have desired for a long time.'

Nummandor laughs 'A companion, like a child, something that you created. You are pathetic, you should know your place and whom you serve, do you not?'

Vendraskin lowers his head 'I do know who I serve.'

Nummandor turns, holding the prism in his hand. He says 'Then remember, your loyalty and obedience belongs to the Arcturians and to the Candelabra.' Nummandor draws energy into his hand and crushes the prism.

Vendraskin cries out 'No!' He reaches out his hand but then lowers it. He can feel everything, his life's work, slipping away.

A small faint purple mist floats from the shards of the crushed prism. Nummandor notices this 'Strange...'

As he tries to reach for it, a small black rift opens and the purple mist is pulled through. Nummandor stares at where the small black rift was it shrinks again and disappears.

Nummandor says 'I think someone's been watching you this whole time Vendraskin, your meddling with your inventions here has not gone unnoticed. Come, the council of the Candelabra has a task for you. Forget about your dreams Vendraskin, for you belong to me and the Candelabra.'

Vendraskin lowers his head 'I understand. I serve you, and the Candelabra.'

The purple mist that travels through the rift ends up entering the borderlands, it floats around a large athranaak which glows with a strange light at the top.

Off in the distance, a Myrrdonite stands. Xarsha peers up at the Athranaak and says 'Arriving late.'

A voice from behind him speaks, it is Amler, whose voice carries even though he has no form. 'Still, there are those who are awakening, as everything has been foreseen.'

Then there is a dramatic shift as the athranaak changes shape violently. Xarsha stares at it, curious about the changing shape of the athranaak. 'This is unexpected, but still...'

The voice of Amler rings out again 'All come together as it should be, as it was foreseen long ago.'

Xarsha replies 'All have been set in place, including myself. There will be more set forward by what has been sewn into the threads.' He then turns as the athranaak takes on a different shape and settles and says 'The time draws near.'

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