Edian: Prologue

Edian

Prologue


High above the world the bright stars of Edian shone with brilliancy, winking

down upon a world which saw little light. For the forces of darkness had grown

hungry for domination and began to make sport upon the land, terrorizing and

plotting great perils to it’s people.

It was at this time that the Dark Lord, for dark he is and twisted he will ever be,

came forth from his kingdom of the Banished Lands and set upon searching for the

dragon Flamdwyn. The creature Flamdwyn was no mere dragon. He was the most

cunning and mightiest of all dragons. He was swift in flight and long in claw, his

scales every color of the world. He wore an armored breastplate, upon which jewels

shimmered, like that of the sun. The Elven smithies of old blessed in craftsmanship

made it, for he was so loved by the world. The light of his flame touched all kind of

manner of living things, for it was his duty to share the gift Dar, who was creator of

all had bestowed upon him. It was Flamdwyns fire which fueled the suns light, every

millennia the mighty beast would take to the sky, to existences highest point and

set ablaze the great sun.

This is the legend of Flamdwyn as the elves can remember it. Gone is he now,

along with the sun. The Dark Lord has snatched him away as well as the hopes of

men and elves and dragons and all peoples of Edian who have not yet succumbed

to the darkness. “Blest ove un, ignigh ro brung yin un am fet oldor il gregon ido

fitcha. Blest ove un. Il futurthit ro arune” – “Pray for us, the darkness has come and

we may not have the strength to fight. Pray for us. The prophecy is near.”