Wheel of Time 5e Conversion [ EDIT ]

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose above the broken mountain named Dragonmount. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

Born beneath the fainting glow of the waning moon high in the sky, born amongst writhing currents heated by the fires inside the ragged peak, the wind was strong even at the begin, yet it gained strength as it rushed down the steap, cracked slope. Carrying ash and the stench of sulfur it rushes along the river, blowing at a torch already burning low.

Six figures hold there hoods tight, as they board a small vessel, and depart the white city of Tar Valon. For they knew that the dragon was to be reborn, and the sought him where they thought to find him. There journey would be perilous as the Wastes of the Aeil was there destination, but they would not be deterred.