Dreamers Wings: Wrath of Land

[Xaven the Raven]

Clouds spread beyond the world the eye can see. The chilly wind is both numbing and refreshing as is whips across the skin.

There was once a race that lived in the sky, the Sylvani. A nomadic people with a long affinity for the creatures that flew, finally became one with their dreams.

There are no Sylvani in the air anymore. Such freedom was taken. Now, like the other races, they toil among the earth. But the freedom they clinged to? It too is taken. They are slaves, workers and pilots of the few airships used by the Colbaltar. The rocs, eternal, faithful companions, have all but died out...

But the Sylvani are not the only ones with problems. The Kerani, the Children of the Moon, have been mysteriously vanishing, forcing the few left to break their tribal customs and seek the world of 'Solar Children' for any clues.

The Mallagren, the Weavers of Magic are dying out. Magic is getting harder to reach, and some of the weaker Mallagren have died casting basic spells.

There are whispers.

There are always whispers.

But these whispers point to the sky, to the legacy of Sylph, of Sylvani. The War between Land and Above.