Prophecy in Heret IC

[deathpigeon]

Act I: Intro

1093, Arkhosian Military Camp

The rain pours. A dragonborn commander stands before his men. They look up hopeful. He speaks, "It is our time to fight. This is the most important battle. If we lose this, no more empire, no more order, no more dragonborn. Imposible odds, unlikely allies, a final stand. This is what legends are made of."

He pauses, "Whose with me, who wants to fight, I won't force you. Who wants to fight." He gets drowned out by the cheers.

A smile, "I'm glad your with me. We move out tonight." More cheers. Fade to black.

1093, Turathian Military Camp

A young Tiefling captain, a prodigy, quites the crowd. "I know your misgivings of this battle, I have them to, but I know I have to fight, because this is not just for the empire, it is not just for our survival, it is not just for our families, it is not just for this one, insignificant victory, this is for the world."

He bows his head momentarily. "Tonight we fight." His people bow their heads. Fade to black.

Act I: This is What Legends are Made of.

((I will PM your entrance into the town, you come seperately.))