Darrkin Skies

The age of dragons was nearing its end and the days of lords were fast approaching. Wandering about the minstrel sang about the future and deeds of man with the age past and dragons but a myth.
Darrkin wandered about telling the tales of her adventure to all that were in earshot. The crowds enjoyed the stories believing that they were just that; stories.

So onward, she traveled everywhere until she grew weary and tired from ridicule and laughter. Finding refuge in a small alcove, she set her head down upon her pack to sleep for the night.
Awakened by a mysterious sound she awoke to a shower of lights and sounds that seemed to come from everywhere and yet nowhere.
Quickly she gathered her belongings and drew her sword fearing the worst. Emerging from the alcove, she saw that the lights were in fact coming from the skies above her as she continued to watch she felt light-headed.
When Darrkin awoke she felt strange, her vision was blurry at first and then grew sharper as she looked about she did not recognise her surroundings. It would seem that during the night she somehow had traveled across a great distance or even time and found herself elsewhere.

As the Sun broke the horizon, she could see she was no longer somewhere familiar the tiny hairs on her neck stood up and chills went down her spine. I am not in Norrath she thought, as she wandered about new sights and sounds were in the air. New stories to be sang of, Stories of old brought back to be new again. However, where was she? What of her friends, what new dangers lurked around the corner?

Traveling along a seemingly endless road Darrkin approached a village, scared at first of what the citizens would look like or react to her appearance she made her way stealthily towards the dwellings under the cover of darkness. Noises were coming from a nearby building some laughter some speech it sounded like a tavern of sorts.

With keen eye, she peered through the darkness to see the inhabitants of this new land to find that they looked human. Pushing fear a side, she approached the tavern hoping to find some food and drink after such a long time without any. As she walked through the door of the tavern she felt the occupants eyes all upon her biting down on her urge to flee she continued past to the bar.

The barkeep a hefty looking man, responded to Darrkin’s request for food and drink with the shine of a gold piece on the bar top. Once finished her meal Darrkin asked the barkeep what this place was called, and of what age.
We are in Zamora of course in the Age of Khron.

So began Darrkin’s adventure throughout Hyboria