celestia

Celestia stood at the edge of the Sky City where stone gave way to open air, the clouds drifting far below like a wounded sea. The wind worried at her feathers, familiar as an old scar. She did not look down. She never did anymore. She had seen too much fall. Drakormir’s awakening still lived...

Amidst the wilderness of the Allir Reach, just shy of the coast of the Allirian Strait Well into the wilds, there was not but the sound of crackling camp-fire and the scrape of whetstone against knife's steel. Garrod, sellsword and monster hunter, sat before that flame, and was the cause for...