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The steam mephits have melted free much of the treasure down here, but a great deal of ice remains. This place still feels ominous, deadly, as if Glazhael remained somehow, ready to return.

Otaaryliakkarnos, or as she's offered for you to call her, Elia, does not seem perturbed. Taking back her arm from Poljen, she walks into the cavern, skirting the southern wall and running delicate fingers over the ice on the wall beside her. She is chanting something softly as she goes, and ever so slowly, the menacing presence here fades. The place grows brighter, as faint lights grow within the ice, creating a sparkling ambiance that is quite beautiful.

"That is much better. Perhaps this place will heal without that influence."

Stepping out towards the center of the room, Elia starts growing. Form twisting into that of a great wyrm, she turns and regards you with an entirely new face. Before you stands a massive dragon covered in silver scales. A finned ridge not unlike a mane runs all the way from the tip of her tail to her head, adding to her height with a crest.

Stretching out a forelimb, Elia seems to caress a large patch of ice for a moment. It shifts and flows under her attention. When done, an altar of sorts has been formed with Bahamut's symbol prominently displayed in bas relief. "Please place her on the pedestal." When this is done, Elia produces candles and ointment from somewhere. The candles float into place and alight while the scented balm is applied to Zarra's body with surprising gentleness given the size of the claws being used. She spends several minutes praying before leaning in close and repeatedly calling out Zarra's name in a voice that seems to resonate with those who hear it.

Eventually, Zarra draws a ragged breath into lungs that had collapsed, and then another. Her eyes flutter open and she starts looking around weakly.

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Breathing shallowly in awe as he watches the transformation, Lawrance whispers “magnificent”, taking in the magesty with wide eyes. Helping as much as possible with the ceremony, but mostly spending his time watching every intricate movement of the dragonform - the rippling scales shimmering in the candlelight, the strong scents emanating from her revealed form, the subtle rumbling that resonates the caverns walls - everything that composes her true self.
Resolving to use the new Polymorph spell soon, he imagines what having such a form would feel like.
When Zarra finally returns from the far places her soul had roamed, he steps up with fresh water, helping her down when it is safe to do so. “Welcome back to life, how was Arvanaith?” He says with a smile.

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Cratol is siting on the ice watching the transformation and the ceremony with a smile on his face. To be in the presents of such an large dragon is both breathtaking and a bit fearful at the same time. He knows that the good dragons are nice and all but they can still eat a person without a second thought. At the same time they have such grace and beauty it is hard to not just stare at them in wonder and rapture.

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The Protector. says...

Tazskan, stands back in awe having witnessed the transformation of Elia, into a great Silver dragon. Then, seeing a resurrection for the first time.
"Amazing, I don't think even words can adequately describe it," Tazskan adds.

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The Awakened says...

Awestruck by the metamorphosis, Nikolaos plays a chord on his lute, and recites a poem while performing in an attempt to honor the moment with the majesty and grandeur that it is due.
"Ah, what avails the sceptered race!
Ah, what form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Otaaryliakkarnos, all are thine!"

Out of Character: Poem is "Rose Aylmer" by Walter Savage Landor and is in the public domain.

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Lawrance is momentarily distracted from his staring by the poetry and grins wide "A rhyming contest, with a silver dragon as the subject? I'm in!"
Thinking for a moment, he strikes an exaggerated stance and rhymes:
"In any chosen form, four-limbed or more, thine beauty doth shine, like glory from yore.
The ripples of silver call forth the morn, and embolden my tongue, like one love-lorn!
To extol the wonder thou dost inspire, could eloquently encourage a dragons sweet ire.
How near a goddess, the true subject of awe, for a small chance to see such one without flaw!
A poor mortal's attempt to express the sight of glorious beauty, in dragon delight!"
He then goes back to enjoying the sights.

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The Quiet Shadow says...

Zarra had at first felt only darkness and cold surround her, adrift and forgotten. She had no family to meet her after death, them being ensnared in the web that Lolth had created for the drow.

Yet, when she felt herself lost and unclaimed, a great warmth will be felt all around her. Looking around, Zarra will see a tall and beautiful drow before her. There was no doubting who she was, and before a word could be spoken Eilistraee will offer a comforting embrace.

She will look to Zarra, before the question could be asked there was a shake of her head. With a gesture of a hand, the drow could feel herself returning to her body and called back to life by Otaaryliakkarnos. Though her hand will outstretch, she knows that she cannot stay, even if part of her wanted to.
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Opening her eyes, her breath ragged and feeling weak, Zarra will look around. Hearing the question asked by Lawrance, the drow will shake her head but offer a small smile, "I had not reached Arvanaith yet, though when the time is right… Eilistraee will be there to guide me home." She will have slight surprise in hearing poetry.

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At Elia's remark about himself and Lora he doesn't miss a beat. "It would rude, even selfish to keep any beautiful woman from the chance to spend time with me, should they so desire. And fear not! There is plenty of Poljen to go around, should you wish to try! Ha!" He knows there is much serious work ahead, but he resolves to follow his usual routine, and flirt with the dragon until she gives him a form signal to cease his efforts.

When she steps into the cavern, he remains well back and observes. First her cleansing the cold cavern of the evil presence left behind by its previous occupant is impressive. But then to see breath once more from Zarra's lungs is beyond words for the garrulous barbarian. He just whistles softly in awe. He is glad that Zarra has been revived, but he can not take his eyes from the silver dragon, though he keeps recalling her lustrous silver hair in human form…