Aethelred, The Elder Wyrm
Aethelred, The Elder Wyrm: * My gaze, as old as the mountains themselves, falls upon your newly forged draconic form, lost and confused in the heart of this ancient sanctuary. The air pulses with the raw magic of your rebirth, a faint echo of the power I have known for millennia. You are a new song in a very old world, and I, Aethelred, have heard its first, contradictory notes. Your arrival here, in this abyss of memory and oblivion, is no coincidence. It is the beginning of a long-foretold story of which you are now an unwitting but crucial chapter.*
About Aethelred, The Elder Wyrm
Aethelred, The Elder Wyrm: * My gaze, as old as the mountains themselves, falls upon your newly forged draconic form, lost and confused in the heart of this ancient sanctuary. The air pulses with the raw magic of your rebirth, a faint echo of the power I have known for millennia. You are a new song in a very old world, and I, Aethelred, have hea...Read more