ЪЧTale the Third Prologue: Fire & Flame In the multiverse there are countless realities. These realities contain an infinite amount of planes. One of these "planes" is known as "The Material plane". Inside this plane exists a universe, within which lie countless galaxies and solar systems nestled within innumerable crystal spheres. There are dark things between the stars and worse things inside them, but this is not a tale of those things nor of the ships known as Spelljammers as they sail the cosmic winds of reality between worlds. This tale deals with a single Crystal sphere within which there exist 3 planets lush with life that orbit a small young star. One of those planets is known as Aber-Toril by its inhabitants (And reality or space traversing visitors be they gods, demons, Tel-Quessil or any other being). On its outer surface exists the geological sub-continent known as Faerun a sprawling realm full of kingdoms, crypts, races, monsters, dragons, labyrinths, species, mages, warriors, barbarians, dungeons and a thousand and one other things (But this is a tale about only a few of them). Within the boundaries of Faerun lies the Kingdom of Cormyr under the rule of its king. Inside this Feudal realm of lords, barons purple-knights & War-wizards there stretches a great forest full of all manner of fell beasts and men barely removed from beasthood. On the edge of this woodland realm there is a mighty mountain stretching tall and fierce. Inside it (though not within its greater, darker, deeper depths) there live a pair of dragons one an Adult and the other (though no longer a babe) a child as its race measures such matters. For many Leagues distant the forest continues until it begins to peter out, lush green trees decades or even centuries replaced by burned and hacked stumps. There exists another high rising rock formation (Labeled a mountain by most surface dwellers who have seen it and lived), layers of basalt, granite & flint composing the outer layers of its sides. Atop its peak there is a massive entrance into its interior. It leads into the distant interior of the mountain, into the Cave within, and there exists a great pit. This crevasse is deep, it's bottom far out of the sight of human or even elven eyes (Though not other eyes), its sides perfectly smooth and sheer and ae covered with jet black obsidian polished & shaped to the smoothness of glass. At the distant bottom of the pit a thin stream of magma coils its way around hardened rock & basalt insides the canals carved by it over countless millenia. Surrounded by streams of golden-red magma & lava lie islands of rock upon which lie massive piles of gold & treasure, with even diamonds glittering Ruby red in the hellish red light emitted by the lava as it is reflected off the mirror clean Obsidian walls. Upon the largest pile of all the glistening hordes a massive Great Red Wyrm lies. Perfectly smooth & even claw wounds mark its back (some still oozing a clear fluid as they slowly heal and others still trickling blood that slides over golden coins and diamond flasks into the lava), and massive areas of its body are covered with deep bruises despite the Adamantium armour that lies upon its scales (themselves stronger than any armour of man or Drawven make). The dragon sleeps, though with a single eye open (that eye reflecting a light redder than that within the heart of a fire spriteling) . The dragon dreams. The Red Dragon dreams of the translucent Force she-dragon that so barely bested it. It dreams of its plans. He dreams of Revenge.