The year was 3056. The world was on the brink of collapse. The skies were filled with the sweet scent of burning coffee beans. In the midst of this chaos, a group of prophets gathered at the Fjordian Meeting Place, a mystical gathering spot hidden deep within the heart of the Fjordian Mountains.
The prophets were a motley crew, each with their own unique style of divination. There was Zorvath, the great Oracle of the Fjords; Xexu, the Fjordian Seer of the Ages; and Balthazar, the prophet of the coffee-fueled revelations.
As they sipped their coffee and gazed into the abyss, the prophets began to see the signs. The alignment of the stars, the whispers of the trees, the fluttering of the flags... it was all pointing to one thing: the Fjordian Future.
And what a future it was to be.
Continue to Chapter 2: The Fjordian Future: An Epicenter of Awesomeness