The midnight wind blows gently across your skin as you timidly walk down the the path to Tyran's Cove. To the right and left of you, on each side of the stone path stand tall statues of the Gods and Goddess surrounded elegantly by well trimmed and kept hedges. You notice a the depths the darkness of each shadow between the branches of the trees holds. The flickering light of the stars casts eerie shadows that seem to move (or is it shadows?). You have a disturbing feeling of being watched as you walk slowly down the path towards the gates of Tyran, growing more so with every step you take.

There is a panic growing in your stomache tighening your gut as you are sure you just heard twigs snapping in the woods off to your left....(what was that?) . You look around with wide eyes expecting to see some hell spawned creature shambling out of the woods after you, but there is nothing, just you and the ever deepening shadows.

What is this place? Is this a dream?

Clearly visible in front of you now stand the walls of the city on TyransCove. The proud iron gates stand solidly in front of you blocking your path, barring your path. You hear howls off in the distance .... coming closer to you (wolves? no....it sounds almost human...). You look widly behind you and in the flickering shadows you see a shape far down the path you came from moments ago...it is hunched over sniffing the ground...coming your way...it's head forms a snout and in the moonlight you see razor sharp teeth gleam. You throw yourself against the gate in a panic, slamming against it in a frenzy of fear.

You hear the roar behind you as the creature (what is it?!?!?) spots you. You can hear it clawed feet on the stone path as it closes in on you. You close your eyes and grit your teeth and slam into the gate one more time. You fall to the cold ground and the gate slams closed behind you. You open your eyes and look up into the red glowing eyes of the man standing in front of you... (red glowing eyes? What the hell is this?). Strong hands grasp you and pull you to your feet. You look around dazed and see a teeming city, full of busy streets and life. (It's midnight, why are they all awake???) You are pulled through the crowds by unseen hands and your surroundings change....you are in a smoke filled room... Long tables line the place each marked with different symbols... smaller tables fill the center of the room and a bar stands off to your right. You look up and through the smoke you think you see people crouching in the rafters above. You notice the hands have left you and when you turn your gaze to the patrons of the bar you notice they are all looking at you. The look in their eyes is hard to place at firsat. You walk through the crowd to the bar...there is no bartend...you look around before reaching for a bottle.Pouring yourself a drink you turn back to the room. Thy are still looking at you and suddenly the reason for the odd looks you are getting become all too clear in your mind as you look at the drink you just poured, a thick red fluid... you look up in disbelief as the shapes drop from the rafters to the floor in front of you. You stare into the eyes of death....and your birth into this new place...
Tyran embraces you...