My name? It does not matter, what matters is that I am alive and I am standing here, near Raam, admiring the crystal clear waters of The Lake of Vaho. The reason that leads me to relate these words is simple, to thank in a rather terse but meaningful way for me, those who made it possible for the millions of this world’s inhabitants to see our continent flourish again, which withered because of an evil god that sought total domination and that, in fact, achieved it during a catastrophic period of time. The lake in front of which I am standing was nothing more than a dry and hot cavity that surely served as a refuge for some brother terrified by the domination of Taimat, who with 5 different heads, meticulously schemed, for 2000 years, how to not only destroy our vast and prosperous continent into a desert but also snatched from us our divine light figures, our Gods, who some were crushed beneath her. How do you reduce the power of not just one, but several benevolent Gods? Well, that question answered itself before the eyes of those civilian nobles, merchants, and warriors who fell victim to the immeasurable power of Taimat.
However, during the course of the 2000 years since Taimat was summoned, a resistance rose up in arms... a group of 6 warriors who managed to stay alive during the harsh regime of the evil God learned of a way to end that curse incarnated in the form of the 5-headed Dragon. It was not an easy task, taking into account the conditions in which this world found itself... research, exploration, training, and the simple fact of obtaining weapons, all of this was complicated under the supremacy of Taimat. I tell the story 100 years after the final battle against Taimat, where for the good of this world, the Evil God was defeated.
Oni, Monk of the Sun, servant of the Sun God Lethander. Vashier, master of the psionic power. David, master of foresight and a psionic warrior. Ixen, half-Dragon Druid of gold. Nomli, master warrior of stealth, and Arnia, Paladin of the double dawns (he taps himself when saying her name, once in the center of the chest, and a second at the bottom of the sternum, representing the two suns)... it was these 6 warriors who learned that the source of Taimat's power would dwindle the moment the 5 gems scattered throughout the world were destroyed. From that moment none of them rested and their adventure would begin, finishing with the hordes of minions sent by Taimat, which were powerful rivals for this heroic group of saviors, but they got the necessary strength to continue every time that, when destroying one of the gems, it was noticeable how the world recovered a little of its color, of its life. They felt they were saving their world, and so it was…
Unfortunately, 4 of the 6 warriors fell defeated, losing their lives in the honorable and heroic task of destroying these gems, but others rose to take their place. Taimat surely at some point learned of this rebellion, but played it down, not knowing that she was making a grave mistake. At a certain point, the last gem fell and it was then that Taimat was certain that she had to fight.
Now, the most important mission of the planet fell on the shoulders of the double dawners (he made the holy marks on his chest once again). The evil deity was upset, and quite rightly so as a group of 6 mortals were wiping out everything she had achieved in 2000 years of evil reign.
The fact that the gems had been destroyed did not mean that Taimat was a helpless insect. The battle was intense. Taimat deployed bursts of her power with precision, seeking to kill her opponents at any cost.
Despite Taimat's efforts and the sacrifice of millions, good triumphed over evil. The victory was bittersweet, for this is not a fantasy tale, the story I began to tell was about 6 honorable and brave warriors, who each fought with all their heart knowing it was but a one way trip.
The Gods were freed from their bonds after the crushing defeat of Taimat and this world regained its color, the life of its groves and waterfalls, as well as a great economic boost fostered by the renewed faith of its inhabitants. Today, the continent is a commercial powerhouse and an ideal place for any lost soul in need of a home.
Regarding the whereabouts of the heroes, they were all given seats at the banquet table in the stars to help rule this world. It was my father who told me this story, and yes, I am a descendant of one of the saviors of my land and besides, I am a warrior of this world which we now call Krynn. I think I need nothing more to be completely sure of my destiny in these lands. If we ever fall into the hands of evil again, I will see to it that the warrior spirit that runs through my veins reminds those who have forgotten their duty to fight for their mission here.
From a humble warrior with a brave spirit who aspires to be like you someday: Thank you very much.