"The Dragons. Once there were 10. Once they were kind. One by one, all went mad, and turned to destruction. Now one remains. Vasha. Could sealing them be the way to make something of yourself?"
"The Dragons. Once there were 10. Once they were kind. One by one, all went mad, and turned to destruction. Now one remains. Vasha. Could sealing them be the way to make something of yourself?"
"Whispers in the taverns, furtive glances in the streets. Rumor has it a new power rises in the underworld. Can they be stopped before it's too late? Or is this a brand new opportunity?"
"So much has fallen. We are all that remain. Ours is a solemn task. Fight to buy time, and eventually a new future for this world. Death is assured, but will you die for nothing?"