The Harmonic Resonator may be my greatest work. It is poetry forged into metal and wire, driven by a divine geometry that none of my kin have dreamed of before. Even Kerapac, the self-proclaimed genius, could not conceive of such technology.
The Roakin turned this place into a glorified wasteyard, venting their unwanted “tainted” anima back into the atmosphere so that the resonance might fade and it could return “pure”. They are fools, of course, for it is these resonances that allow anima to perform wonders. The green False User whom these mortals worship - he found a way to trap this resonant anima into stones and unleash them as magic tricks. With the Harmonic Resonator, we shall bind the magics into our very souls, allowing us to transcend the limitations of the Roakin’s curse.
Alas, our mortal shells are too frail to absorb a range of anima, so we must focus on a single attribute to embody. I have settled on the primal elements, earth, fire, water and air, rather than the more conceptual catalytic properties, as these will allow us the greatest ability to reshape Ashenfall to a glorious new Dragonkin empire.
All shall know the name of Rasthin, the first empress of the Dragonkin.