All Quiet in Altlan

[It's almost 500,000 words and no one has read it, so I can only let myself go...] When the dragon unfolds its star-covered wings and cuts through the sky, when magic flows into the stars in the cracks of the lunar eclipse, the continent of Altlan wakes up from the scars of ancient wars. This land, soaked in dragon flames and the blood of gods and demons, gave birth to the tragedies and glory of all tribes. Now, the rotten blood of the abyss flows quietly in the eternal darkness, the gears of the goblins bite the lines of conspiracy, and the blood of the dragonborn glows with a faint blue light in the depths of the pupils of an unknown traveler—— But that has nothing to do with me, an old ass. When I was a student, my old woman tutor has always been obsessed with this nonsense prophecy.