Events and Story

The bitter wind tore at Skylax as he ran through the snow covered fields, the flowers long since asleep as winters grip tightened over the land. His mouth closed on the parcel he carried, tight enough to keep it safe but not tight enough so as to damage the precious cargo he’d been asked to transport. Delivery of medicine, as quick as possible. And so here he was, soaring over the snowy plains, as a gentle snowstorm began to surge around him, he spotted a large sequence of rocks loom...