Part 1

Narin sniffed the air in his lair. He knew that smell, a large pile of excessive time magic. It didn't smell like Eigengrau's either, he thought to himself. Seems somebody has been very naughty, and Eigengrau hasn't cleaned it up yet. He slowly stood, and stretched. His bronze scales rippled in the soft candlelight of the cave, and his golden eyes hungered for the magic he could almost taste. As he stepped outside, and into the crossroads between his cave and the linear flow of time, he found himself surrounded by blockages.

"What's this?" He said out loud.

The flow of time was heavily distorted, and made no sense. Time was becoming non-linear, and the flow was a mere trickle of what it was supposed to be. Something wasn't right. He took the only path available, and found he was being directed to a specific time and place, no matter what turns he took.

"A trap." He said to himself quietly. He steeled himself for whatever waited at the destination.

He eventually found himself in the tundra of the north, far beyond the lands of even the elves. What surprised him was the pile of corpses, and the Goddess sitting atop it.

"Narin, how nice of you to join us." Vordea said, smiling. "Eigen will be along shortly, so don't try to go anywhere. Of course, not that you could." Vordea said with a chuckle.

"You've gone to a lot of effort to speak with me, so I will return the favour." Narin said slowly. He was not used to speaking with