Two bridges span the Gintu River, carrying travelers from Firya into what was once Glimmerthund, the home of the Gnommers. Now the land is known only as the Drakelands, a scarred frontier battered by the endless gales of Shiruba’s Maw, the vast whirlpool at the river’s center. Eldian sigils carved into the stonework keep the crossings intact, breaking the fury of the winds. Even so, permits are tightly controlled; only guild members, royal envoys, or those under heavy escort are allowed through.
“Only a madman dares cross alone. The wind alone can strip you of breath, and that’s before you meet what lives beyond.”
Art director
Ronald Fersula