Centuries Later

The battlefield lays scorched and ashen. The corpses of dragons, dragonborn, mercenaries and knights' litter the once beautiful pine wilds. You slump backwards against a trunk of wood now turned charcoal. Fatigue and damage cause your eyelids to grow heavy, and you fall asleep. When they open once more, the world around you is no longer the quiet, somber scenery. Now you hear the songs of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the rushing water of a nearby stream.