Finally, almost a year after Dawntreader, the flagship of Dracopolis had left its mother-harbour, Ophassius and his humble crew once again faced shore. They, had reached the ancient city of Schnarrastan, an old outpost for eastern merchants and travellers.
Little was known about this about this mystic city, but the rumours and legends were numerous. As they stepped ashore, Ophassius felt a strange enchanting aura surrounding him and his fellowship. Walking away from the docks and into the heart of the city, they could feel the local inhabitants staring at them. The marketplace was filled with beautiful women intoxicating beverages and everything else one’s heart could desire. One moment, Ophassius, thought he saw a man resembling his fathers old nemesis, the evil Dragonlord himself. “It cannot be?”, he thought to himself. “My father slew the Dragonlord many decades ago”. As the man faded into the shadows, Ophassius and his crew headed for the nearest tavern. But still Ophassius could feel a dark invisible could surrounding the city. The cloud of evil itself…