[b]Sauranath[/b]
[b]In another eighty years[/b]
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Sauranath looked around himself. . . An old man, 200 hundred in Human years. He was here for more than one hundred and fifty years in Human time. He was already made to be around forty in Human years at his loss of godhood. He looked around himself. "I have led a beautiful life. Humans begin to encroach on Human lands. The Serpent Men and the Brightwoods lived together in harmony for many many decades. I have led towns and villages along with the rulers of the Brightwoods for all this time, living as the great advisor, the Magistrate. I bear witness as all the gods as my testimony. I am Sauranath." The people of his bed chambers gasped. The old man has lost his mind during the death throes. "I am Sauranath, the Dragon God. I am the Star, the darkness that takes the souls of the wicked. 

I am the destroyer of the corrupt, and the fire which cleanses, and purifies the world. I soar through the world on feet, playing the game of Man, and not making contracts with the puny mortals below, of which I am now one of. I go now to the grave. To my Star or to those who will take me. The dragons are still the most powerful of all the races, but Thulemiz now has the power to encroach, as others have, on dragon lands, only to delve deeper into my homelands. Yet my life as a mortal is just as sweet as my life as the deity. Thousands of wicked doers with the greatest magic could not threaten me as Sauranath. Yet here I stand, even of exceptional age of the Brightwoodsman, one hundred and sixty years of age."

"I fell from the Star, as I asked the great Invictus and Fate for their power, for I was in danger of turning from the world and destroying it through neglect. Granted the boon I asked, should I enter through the trials of life, I entered the world. It seems I have lost my trials, as I am breaths away from my final gasp for air. Once my gasps and reaching for hair could be returned with the breath of fire and thunder." He met Morwyn, a Brightwoods woman at the age of fifty. .  .she appeared thirty. . . He shared with her the arts of the Brightwoods, the power of the Dragon Adept. . . lead her through the pacts of the people in their culture. "Morwyn was my favorite wife. . . my wife for fifty years, she died of a mysterious plague. Some claim it was with her continued works with birds that gave her this disease. I went insane with grief when she died. I went to the lands of Thulemiz and slew any undead I could find."

"Our children, Aethelwulf and Eammon were the pride of our lives. Our family endured with the best of peace for fifty years. Then the encroachment on our lives reached a crescendo. Humans and others began to invade. . . our warriors, of which they were, both brothers. . . were among the best. . . They had won a battle in their resistance against the invaders. . . only for my own children of the Black Brood, the dragon race of the Black Brood scour the battlefield scant moments after their victory, to consume the winners. A mysterious event. . . likely done only in moments of evil and darkness. The kind of savage murders and massacre that would have likely been inspired by evil gods. I know not."

"Then, my grandchildren, taken by the same plague. Life as a mortal is hard. I shall move on, I shall grow as a person, and I shall watch over the world". Sauranath burned. . . in his bed. . . The body had turned into ashes. This had never happened before. . . Invictus and Fate's voices both resounded like a thousand thunders. "[i][b]Return[/b][/i]". The air smelled like sulfur, and everyone had left the Magistrate's house. . . [b]"Sauranath! The Dragon Lord was here!"[/b] Legends of The Old Man, as he became known as, would linger forever. 
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