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Zarta Dralneen stands behind a cluttered desk, piled high with reports and catalogs of powerful relics held in society vaults, as a furled scroll materializes in the air before her with a slight wisp of violet smoke. She smiles slightly, recognizing the theatrical presentation before retrieving the missive and scanning it.
My dear Paracountess,
Though it pained me dearly to be separated from you for so long, I have accomplished much in my journey to the Zho mountains of Qadira and the mysterious Valley of Veiled Flame which hides nestled within them. As we suspected, a powerful creature indeed held sway over the native geniekin - the efreeti Tygora Cinderfury. Simple manipulation easily led the populace to insurrection against her rule, placing her in an extremely uncomfortable position. Her aggression against us proved futile, and the force of my gaze tore her from the air as she sought escape. Dead she was, but in death she was of no use to us. Using the power of a scroll, we forced life back into her broken form, and as I bent her will with my magic, she had no choice but to grant us three wishes.
With the first wish, she was bound never to return to the Valley of Veiled Flame. With the second, she granted us great power. And with the third, she was bound to serve the interests of the Dark Archive faithfully and enthusiastically for a period of no less than one thousand years.
Her arrival should be imminent, in fact. Her servitude is my gift to you, my dear Paracountess. May her powers be bent to the interests of the Archive in all things.
Secure. Contain. Protect.
The Paracountess looks up as a flame flickers into existence, before bursting into a blazing inferno which coalesces into the scowling form of a nine-foot tall woman with crimson skin, smoldering eyes, and small black horns. Smoke rises in curls from her flesh as she bows angrily before the Paracountess. "I am here to serve the Dark Archive, mistress."