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                                              Greyscale: PROLOGUE  "Long ago in the dark forests of Europe, where legend was venerated as truth, a pact was made. It was made by kings, at the swords edge, upon the shoulders of our kind. For it was not men who drew creatures of the night into the light to be slain, but wolves!       You scoff at my words?!! It is the truth! At one time wolves were venerated for the

Ash settled quietly upon the shroud of stone that covered the likeness of the Lady of the Flame. In days past her hands reached out to grasp an everburning flame; but now as the city smolders her flame burns no more.  Her kind scaled face looked ever downward and appeared to contemplate her lonely reflection in the shallow pool that surrounded her. Abruptly a large clawed hand smashed the image, and in a flurry of white foam a young fiery colored dragonborn crawled from the water. Coughing violently he collapsed in exhaustion at the dragoness’ feet.  The young drake unaware of, or possibly not caring, payed no attention to the destruct