In a Dragon's Eye

~ Eyes are windows to the soul ~

Five Hundred thousand years ago, I lived and died. I would ask you to pause your busy little lives for but a moment.
Hear my tale.

Millennias past, I fought an immortal war for the freedom of our world. Lorken, the God of the Night, my nemesis, had plotted and schemed for hundreds of thousands of years in the shadowed depths of the Darkthorn Mountains. There he took on the name Aenúndinalë and there he gained his first followers.

The Shades came to him after their fall during the War of Souls, and he made them a bargain. To them he gave the human race as prey, and in return he took their immortality and their souls. Aenúndinalë, Lorken, Draconic God of the Night, left them as they are now; Vampires, soulless, lifeless predators of the night.

Soon his reach spread beyond that. The power of the Shades, though immense, was no longer enough to sate him. He called to his godly peers the Goddess of Wisdom and the Goddess of Nature. Just as he had ensnared the Shades with the promise of mortal blood, he corrupted the Goddesses who joined with him.

Yet, inevitably, Lorken craved more, so he called a meeting with his fellow Gods, planning to overthrow us with his newly gained powers. His attempts failed and he was imprisoned, banished to unconsciousness in the heart of an orb of our creation; The Eye of the Dragon. But this banishment was not without a price. Our powers failed and my life was forfeit. I, as his elemental polar, would guard Lorken's dark soul and ensure that he should never again awake to finish what he had begun. In return I was promised rebirth, but rebirth such as this, I could not have foreseen.
I fear what may become of Lorken should I be fully reborn...
       Signed by the immortal hand of
                                   Sylvaine, Revered Goddess of the Moon

A day now dawns in the east that sends its whispering winds to preach to the deaf ears of mortals. It moans of power awakening in the Eye of the Dragon. It cries for those whom may harness it, and for all those who dare to taste immortality.

"Come..." it whispers into your hearts. A promise of power all encompassing that draws you forth to a weathered town nestled in the first rise of the Tyris Mountains. This town, of Viann, lies under the shadow of the foreboding mountain range of Tyris; these mountains whose summits are lost to human sight and their number stretching for thousands of miles to the north and south.

You have just entered one of the most dangerous and mysterious reaches of our realm. I say to thou Welcome. Dare thou accept it?

I accept

I do not accept <---- *dares you to click it*