Prologue
Nti Otep is my name,
I am a powerful wisdom dragon
blazing in an indigo flame.
My great wings
soar over astral planes,
gliding on cosmic winds of stellar ether.
Seekers of sagas
even serpentine nagas
learn of the tale I tell.
I speak of pleasure worlds,
and seven mystic realms.
In these lands of legend are sparkling springs,
pure and clean like wishing wells.
On star journeys I travel there,
breathing cosmic energies
like falcons breathe in air.
I can fly in eight directions,
teleporting to anywhere.
My mystic eyes gaze inwardly
beyond the second sight,
The dragon magic I wield
deals a deadly blow,
in a fight where might makes right.
In the age of the Griffin,
planet Minix of myth
became rich from thirty-six pleasure dome planets.
Their treasure troves would hold
only Imperium Gold.
And noble money lords
soon heard news of their profits.
I am Nti Otep,
a watcher and dragon chronicler of this epic.
Like the moon over the ocean
my abode is the sky.
Money traders
call me the fortune hunter’s guide.
For my powers make waves
rise high then fall low,
in an ebb and flow as eternal as the tides.
Now listen well,
to the tale I tell,
following along on this mighty quest.
And may strong ale be poured
in taverns where
Main Star lore is spoken of best.
