Troy
The night was completely clear. Not a single cloud seemed to cover the endless void above, but stars littered the empty space, alongside a nearly full moon. It was beautiful, such a clear sky was a rare sight, especially in the northern regions of Lucidien. As Theradin laid his head to rest in the room he was renting in the Miner's Daughter Inn, sleep would come quickly and peacefully. For a long while, that peace remained, until a faint light began to ever so slowly consume the dwarf's vision. That bright light would soon reveal itself as the sun, and Theradin would find himself standing in a beautiful open field. Birds chirped flew around happily, and the feeling of peace would wash over the dwarven man.

In the far, far distance, a massive castle stood, one that Theradin would not recognize in the slightest. The banners that hung depicted that of a griffin, the colors gold and white. Again, nothing Theradin would remotely recognize.
Michael
*He squinted at the distant fortress, watching the banners flutter in the wind. He wondered who ruled that majestic fortress, and what house that banner belonged to. It certainly wasn't a Royal banner of Alynthi, nor was it any Noble house he recognized. He doubted it was Findara or Kishfire, so then who was the banner? He suddenly realized he had no idea where he was. He looked around, and while the scenery was beautiful, he didn't recognize any of it. Left without a better choice, and perhaps to satisfy his curiosity, he started off towards the castle.*
Troy
As the dwarf made his way towards the castle, the sounds of the castle and those dwelling within it soon reached the man's ears. Conversations, the sounds of metal clanging rhythmically, and just the familiar sound of a city thriving. The closer her drew, the more quickly he would realize the majority of the people he could see were the same as he; dwarves. Many were carrying types of armor or weapons around, and it looked a lot as though they were preparing for some sort of battle. Guards clad in glorious golden armor stood guard outside entrances into the main castle. None of the passersby seemed to notice or even realize Theradin was there, as if he were nothing more than a ghost passing through.
Tara
*He walked up, marveling at the shear numbers of dwarves. They were by no means rare back home, but it seemed here was a kingdom largely made of dwarves. Almost like the old times. He pushed the thought aside for the moment. Time travel? Bah, impossible. Even so, perhaps one of them had more tales to tell, perhaps a complete history of his people.* 

*But as he went to go find a library, he stopped. So many weapons, so much armor, and the guards on the walls looked out not with the bored face of men at peace, but with the stoicism of men at war. He walked up to one dwarf, and said* "Hello? I've gotten lost, where am I and what's going on?"
Troy
As Theradin called out to anyone who may hear him, a dwarf seemed to walk right through him, solidifying the fact that no one could see or hear him. As he began to walk through the city, the hustle and bustle of each passing dwarf hard at work seemed to never end. Each dwarf was busy, but the strangest thing was the amount of humans present. Sure, shapeshifters looked just like them out of their animal form but, even then there seemed to be none even remotely showing their animal side if that's what they were. Even they were hard at work, it seemed. Preparing.

*Preparing.*

Time seemed to move normally, but eventually the sounds of screams coming from where Theradin had entered the kingdom caused all to stop and look at what caused it. A shape seemed to block out the sun above, and that shape turned into many; hundreds, even. Dwarves and humans alike began to run frantically, grabbing weapons and throwing armor on as quickly as they could. But what were those shapes in the sky that seemed to block out the sun..?
Michael
*He was instantly filled with a sense of dread. The sights were new, and the sounds, but this line of events, the dark shape, seemed awfully familiar. The old songs, the ones he seemed alone in his passing interest, were playing out in front of him. But none of the songs told of the true terror, the only ones he knew of where of the old kingdom's past glory, or of victory against various foes, such as orcs, or fire elementals, no doubt he had lost the thousands of years of context. But as he thought, one verse came to him, a song his grandfather used to sing, but he had forgotten most of it. But one verse stood clear as he watched the shape, fly overhead.*

*"The dragon's ire,*
*More fierce than fire,*
*Lay low their towers*
*And houses frail*

*It was with a sense of dread he rushed towards the keep, maybe he could find out where and when he was, to preserve. And perhaps he could save them. He ran with all speed*
Troy
As dwarves and humans alike began to build their defenses and prepare themselves for whatever it was that was attacking, Theradin would run through the streets only to be stopped in his tracks at the sight of a glorious dwarven man. Walking down the path from the castle, a trove of armored guards following behind him, as he walked through the street on the back of a griffin. "Stand tall! Stand together! They shall not see the end of this day! For *Leteron!"* The griffin reared back, and as it let out an immense screech, Theradin would be pulled from his slumber, sweaty and gasping for air.