No War in Altland

[Nearly 500,000 words in and nobody's reading it. Guess I can only make peace with that...]

When a giant dragon unfurls its star-patterned wings and cuts across the sky, when magic flows through the cracks of an eclipse like a river of stars, the continent of Altlan awakens atop the scars of an ancient war.

This land, stained by dragonfire and the blood of gods and demons, has given rise to the laments and glories of countless races.

Now, the Abyss's corrupted blood flows quietly through eternal darkness, goblin gears mesh along the grooves of a conspiracy, and the dragonborn bloodline glimmers with a ghostly blue light in the depths of some nameless traveler's eyes...

But what does any of that have to do with an old fart like me? When I was a student, my old hag of a mentor was already obsessed with this half-baked prophecy.