Fifteen Years Ago

Two paladins come to a halt. It's been two days since they left their home nation of Rastonia. Tyrcelle, a dragonborn, looks over to his human protege Aestorlias.

"It looks like we're too late."

Aestorlias looks at the town. The village of the Dragonslayers, which was once a peaceful town that prospered off its warriors and their use of dragon scales to construct weapons and armor, now lies in ruins. Smoke rises from the village square. A loud roar erupts the silent air.

"The battle must not be over, perhaps we're not too late."

Trycelle grabs the reigns of his horse and gallops toward the village gate…

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