MARDUK
My blessings unto you, Children of Man. Heed the words of one who has memories of the beginning of Time and Space. Once this was a land of Love and Light and Plenty. Dragons ruled the skies and darkened the land with our passing. Our number was countless . Then the grandsire of my line was visited with the Vision. It showed him the Past and the Future, which was both full dread and delight. In time would come when the Evil One would conquer all of Doawood. If the Dragons were to remain they would perish as easily as the smallest insect against the Evil One. Thus, was born the Plan. We would leave our homes and our ways and build new nests in the realm of Space and Time. Loath were we to leave the humans to the Evil One, but for the ultimate good, we left. Hard was the life in the Realm, the Time Storms slew many and as many were lost in the Space Warps. There we found enemies, the Wyvern and the Kraken. But through it all, we held on to the Plan. For in his Vision, my grandsire saw the One Who Would Come and cleanse our Doawood of the foul evil. One Who Would Come and set things to right. And all the misery and sacrifices and suffering would not be in vain. To prepare the way for the One Who Would Come, I stole a babe from her mother (a High Crime for a Dragon) and raised her as one of our own. We gave her the immortality that was denied us and the power of telepathy that we share one to another. We taught her the secret language of the Dragons and gave her the name of Ageless. Now comes the Time of the fruitation of the Plan. When the Fate of all lies in the life of the One Who Will Come. When all our hopes and fears are met on the battlefield of Time and Space and Doawood and we either gain Victory or Eternal Death. My blessings unto you, Children of Man.