EvilPlatypus
First Post
The light of the moons were channeled through a huge dragonshard suspended in a massive orery, far away from the prying eyes of all mortals, save one. The cloaked shape waited patiently at the feet of its master, untill finally the rumbling, raspy voice resounded in its head, the draconic revelations gripping his vision, his movement, his breathing. A few hours later it awoke on another continent with a splitting headache, nose and ears encrusted with dried blood. While washing the filth away, its thoughts were on the prophesy, and their meaning for the future.
'The dreamless and the sleepless will merge, fighting against a realm they cannot reach. One from sixty-seven, fivefold divided is locked away but holds the key to the portal that must be found.'
A start had to be made. Time is short. The conjunction is almost upon us.
'The dreamless and the sleepless will merge, fighting against a realm they cannot reach. One from sixty-seven, fivefold divided is locked away but holds the key to the portal that must be found.'
A start had to be made. Time is short. The conjunction is almost upon us.