[RamDez]

Chapter 1: The Prophesy of Threes
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AvengerRam stepped forth from his dwelling. Though the dwindling day was still warm, a cool breeze brushed across his face, drawing his eyes to the wind's origin; grey clouds approaching from beyond the open field. A storm is coming, he thought.

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And it came to pass that AvengerRam made his home among the great SpiralHorn Clan. His wanderings now ceased, the Bard found peace among them.

This calm brought clarity as well. And soon, the sight AvengerRam thought had departed him returned once again. He saw the past with clarity. Failings became lessons, diminishing fear of repetition.

Then in the shadow of sleep, AvengerRam's mind's eye peered toward the time to come and, in a whisper, he perceived a prophesy:

The Age of Gold, at dusk not yet
through signs of threes, goals can be met

On fields of battle, three twins to meet
Of city and face, scores to complete

Three mountains' challenge, each born of pride
One must soon yield, two must subside

Three men of strength, three brash and bold
Three fleet of foot, resistance's fate they hold

Three spirits true, wounds healed, hearts strong
To fight each day, to start each longs

Thrice times a summit, left in glory then rage
Third time completes, a Golden Age

Awaken now, the time draws near
Search for the threes, all will be clear

AvengerRam's eyes opened to the sound of two visitors. "Hail and welcome, Dez Urbanos and TexRamaes," AvengerRam said as he recognized his esteemed guests.

Urbanos spoke: "My friend, the warriors are gathering from throughout the homeland. We have come to ask that you join us on the Counsel."

TexRamaes added: "The time draws near. We must now gather the Legion and prepare for battle."

AvengerRam replied: "This great honor, I accept."

Urbanos and TexRamaes departed, continuing their task of gathering the SpiralHorns in preparation for the quest for glory soon to commence.

A cool breeze brushed accross the face of AvengerRam, drawing his eyes to the wind's origin; grey clouds approaching from beyond the open field. A storm is coming, he thought...and smiled.