Dragons! Magnificent beings who were surely now no more than a myth. Ancient drawings proved that they had once roamed many lands on the world of Pordan, but a millennia had passed since they were last mentioned. However, if that were true, what was it that Lonny had seen? Ballorn, a humble blacksmith in the village of Krevick, distanced himself from the other nemilar. He was no different from anyone else, little did he know that his destiny lay elsewhere. The farmer, Lonny, had appeared without warning and Ballorn had shrugged off their first encounter, believing that solitude and too much sun had scrambled the farmer’s brain. One decision, one uncharacteristic gesture would soon reveal to Ballorn that, not only were dragons real, they were also on the move. Before long, he would be chosen. He would be the one who must step forward. He would be the one to bear the… MARK OF THE NIBRILSIEM