Intro Narration [Caravan and Environs] Test

[NARRATOR – elderly, calm, resonant, spoken word, weighted like stone] [soft morin khuur accompaniment] "Eyes open to otherworldly views, in the shadow of Red Year disaster, Some few generations removed. Ash drift dunes wined along the scape, once verdant, once full on green years' promise, Some few eddies hold their calm, Copses of Parasol trees and sedges mix amidst oh-ay-sees, with some few other hangers on of climes now passed. As few are the flora of this humbler age, fewer still are the fauna what defiantly remain, Follow our view closer, see the subject of our tale. A band of Dunmer Ashlanders, with Nix-oxen and Guar in tow. Some few dozen they are, in solemn procession, trudging along well worn generations bound rut, And there just some distance on the object of their journey, A hill that raises up around a bay that was a city once. Where false god demonstrated the weakness of power, bereft of its foundation forces. Where the folly of a few could doom so many."