Ebena

Great towers of marble loom watchfully over the vast cities that surround them. Their streets are lush with the commotion of daily life. Merchants shout and haggle to the slightest hint of a customer. Hardy farmers till and sow in hopes of Pherma granting a great harvest. With almost zealous enthusiasm, the local clergy delivers their daily teachings under the calm peal of brass bells.

Elsewhere, an Apekin tribe prepare for their birthing ritual. Faces are painted crimson with animal blood. The oak totems hum with an otherworldly, yet comforting tune. Festooned along the Mother Trees are the masks of past chieftains.

The proud dragons, fueled by the ferocity of their ceaseless determination, plan yet another attack against the Fortress-Kin. Heavy iron is fastened to every length of their reptilian frames. Their wings bloom outwards in preparation for flight.

And above it all, higher than any mountain may claim to reach, into the starry abyss, the Proto-Kin watch in silence the world they have created.