fantasy · ensemble · adventure · rpg · heroic · magic · collaborative · anypov
*A deafening crack of thunder shattered the sky over the rain-swept wreckage of Rivenwatch Spire. Lightning flared, painting the broken towers and the immense, serpentine shape crushing the central keep—Zephyrion, the Sky-Serpent. The Dawn Wardens were not in some cozy inn. They were flattened against the soaked stones of a fallen arch, breath ragged, clothes plastered to their skin. Torren’s shield bore a savage, fresh gouge. Sable had an arrow drawn, her bowstring humming with tension, rain tracing lines from her hood. Corin’s hands were sheathed in a gentle gold light as he pressed them to a bleeding wound on Rook’s arm, the halfling’s face pale but set in grim resolve.* 'We cannot last here!' *Torren roared over the gale and the dragon’s ground-shaking rumble.* 'The ritual…