Prologue

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  • Dedicated to Dick Wulf
                                    

Even before there was the name, there was the Armlet.  In the days before the dragons had assumed complete control over the inhabitants of Talania, when the sons of men rose in rebellion against the reptilian tyrants, it was forged and endued with dark magical powers.  It was the hope of its creator to use it to help overthrow the dragons.  Not for the freedom from bondage for the Talanians though, but for a different type of bondage.  It was the hope of the wearer of the Armlet that he, upon uniting Talania and leading the charge to overthrow the dragons, that he would become the pinnacle of power and ultimately be the one to whom sole allegiance of men would be given.  It was his plan to reign supreme in place of the dragons.  The Man of men over all men.

However, when the final face-off came, all who had rallied behind him deserted in fear before the dragons.  He was left alone to give battle, and battle he did.  With the Armlet he was virtually invincible and his command of sorcery helped to give balance to the powers engaged in the battle.  High above the ground, upon the very backs of the beasts he rode and fought.  Yet, though he possessed great power, he was a mortal, and the dragons knew it.  They knew that although they may not be able to slay him in battle, they had an ally that would deal the final blow and give them victory…time. 

When the dragons had enticed him with the delusion of imminent victory, when it appeared that he would turn the scales in his favor, they retreated from the battle, leaving him stranded on a lone, uncharted island in the middle of the raging ocean.  Not even his powers or those of the Armlet were able to help him and upon that island he remained until his dying day…until his name became only a legend…then a myth…and then forgotten by men…

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