The fifth dawn

Threads tangled

It's the year 5E112 as our story begins. its the night of the 26th of Midaj and midsummer is almost upon us when the faiths of four unknown men are slowly tangled as they are vast asleep in their seperate rooms in the Cornserstone Inn. Weird dreams forming in their unconsious minds.

Wandor, a brass dragonborn from the kingdom of Gilead, is flying above a vast city scape. As he looks around he sees temples, cathedrals and monuments to any and all gods. As he flies closer something seems of. The buildings are crumpled and collapsed. Fires are blazing from some and others are already smoldering. A female voice rings out, a cry for help. As Wandor descends into the city he sees how much destruction was caused. To his left lies the body of a dwarf burried under the rubble of a temple, his thick brown beard untangled and the trinkets and clasps scattered around him. Wandor crosses his heart and moves deeper into the city. Soon he notices a temple that weirdly is completely unscathed. De white marble pillars rise in front of him and de golden harp etched into the temple roof glows in the sunlight. It is the temple of his god, the Poet, the goddes of life and death, love and hate. He walks in and is greeted by a beautifull sight. All the walls are decorated with golden banners and a beautifull tone is playing through the temple as if a hundred harps are playing at the same time. At the back of the temple is a giant statue of a kind look young women with her hands on the huge harp standing next to her, and playing it. Wandor stares as the statue plays the most beautifull music he has ever heard. He sets one step closer and the statue stops, its head turning to him. Suddenly a voice speaks in his head: 'Welcome child, I see you have found me.' Wandor doesn't respond. The statue's smile fades en she softly shakes her head. 'Follow the path child, do not stray, do not falter, and protect your friends.' And after those words wandor's dream fades to black.

Thundill, a stout mountain dwarf from the iron mountains is traversing the tunnels of his hometown of Ironforge, which are weirdly empty. The soft tingling of the trinkets in his brown bushy beard echoing through the caverns. As he is walking he comes across a crossroads. Something isn't entirely right though. This should be a T-crossing, but instead there is a tunnel right in front of him leading down. Thundill looks both ways and the other tunnels seem to have collapsed so he decides to continue forward. The tunnel slops downward for a long time until it slowly evens out and he is standing at the edge of a forest. 'A forest under my mountains'. He thinks. He looks back and the tunnel is gone. A loud agonizing scream rings through the forest. Thundill jumps a bit and starts running towards the sound. Slowly he thinks he is getting closer but no second sound comes and all is quiet in this forest. He slows his pace and looks around. He had the feeling it should have come from straight ahead. He keeps on walking and starts noticing treas that have fallen over when something in the corner of his eye cathes his attention. A figure lies slumped against one of the fallen trees, an axe burried in his chest, blood forming in a pool around him. The figure is almost as tall as thundill, dressed in monk robes and has a bald head. He was no longer breathing. Thundill walks forward a bit and lays a hand on the axe, which is beautifully crafted. The handle is curved as if it is the trunk of an ancient tree and the blade is engraved with numerous beautifull runes. The moment his hand touches the handle a loud clinging sounds in his head, as if someone is banging on an anvil inside his head. A thunderous voice rings out: 'Protect your friends, Thundill. Protect them with your life.' And so Thundill's dream also fades to black.

Yama, a Halfling from the monastery of the sun and moon, is standing on a lake. The sun beating on his bald head. Everywhere around him is water with no land in sight. The water under his feat is perfectly still. He walks a few steps forward, no ripplings in the water. He looks down and the shock of his life comes to him. The lake is infested with bodies. Hundreds upon hundreds of man, women and children, floating in the darkness underneath him. And between them a collosal shadow is moving around. As he watches the shadow comes closer to the surface and snags a few bodies and dives back down. Yama can't bear the sight anymore and closes his eyes. His hope that when he opens them, this nightmarish vision is gone. A strange force however forces him to open his eyes again. The shadow is still moving around underneath him. A body slowly drifts opwards to the surface. A, by elven standards, young elf male is drifting underneath the surface. His long auburn colored hair floating around him, as if he is some weird ghost. When the body is almost at Yama's feat it opens its eyes and makes eye contact. It starts screaming and banging his fist against the water surface, as if he is banging on a sheet of ice. Bubbles coming from his mouth rapidly. The giant shadow shifts underneath them and slowly grows bigger and bigger. A giant mouth opens and Yama sees endless darkness inside it, before everything fades black.