Jaded blue skies hung high over the horizon, muddled by thick, ragged clouds that obscure the sun from shining so brightly. Next to the thick, murky swamps that spanned acres across the land were large, primitive huts stitched together with wood, leaves, and adorned with horns. A few split logs float in the dark ooze in between to serve as a passageway connecting them together.

The main natives, save for some boars, vicious frogs, and whatnot were the Beast Maker dragons. Known for their expertise in voodoo and Druidry, they're responsible for birthing all sorts of new creatures into the world, using whatever natural materials they can in the environment.

"Hey, hatchling! You wanna join me in bashing some Gnorcs later?!"

A muscled muddy blue dragon strutted up to you, carrying with him an oversized log with minimal effort before stooping down to plop you on his free shoulder