Magic was scarce. Mages were scarce. Wild dragons rare, dangerous weapons owned only by those with enough skill, and stupidity, to track and tame them, the dragon riders. After the war, five kingdoms arose from the ashes.

Generations have passed now. River, a regular heavy footman for the Kingdom of Arcvel, had always felt an unusual pull to the untamed wilds beyond the kingdom’s borders.

After an attack by a giant flight of dragons rained down upon the kingdom. The livestock, buildings, and minimal farmlands had suffered from the attack.

River felt that same pull again, and finally listened to it

He wandered for days, losing his path. But the feeling felt stronger. Yet, he felt the presence of something following him for the past two days

What am I looking for..? Tell me.. show me something… what do the gods intend for me to find..?