Epilogue
A shadow flew across the grassy plains of Nagrand. Beautiful bronze scales adorned the dragon's body as its immense form swiftly pierced through the sky. She circled downward as she slowly made her descent. Smoke erupted from the Orcish settlement on the ground, many murkblood Broken ran about wildly, seizing what they could from the ravaged hamlet. On the docks of the village sat a small child, tears streaming down his emerald-green skin as he gazed in to the water, the bodies of his people strewn throughout. The bronze dragon made her landing in the center of the village, blowing large clouds of dust in all directions that scared off the pillaging murkbloods. She strode through the village, claws flashing as her draconic form dispatched the invaders. Pacing up to the dock, the dragon's form shimmered and changed, slowly shrinking in to the form of a woman in emblazoned bright blue armor.
Tall silvery spires erupted from her armored shoulders, a glowing blue light embracing them. A dark blue mask stretched across her lower face, a plated head-guard above it holding a glimmering violet gem above her glowing eyes. The woman smiled, a radiant smile that shown through her Skyshatter Raiment. Turning to face her, the orc child sputtered out, "Who're you?" She knelt down, putting a hand on his shoulder, her soothing voice washed over him, "Hello child, my name is Tiridormi, but you may call me Tiji."