The heavy wooden roof of the goat pen exploded upward in a shower of splintered pine. A shrieking blur of feathers and talons slammed into the huddled herd, silencing the panicked bleating as a massive bird dragged a grown goat into the morning sky.
Elara dropped her wooden milking bucket on the frozen dirt, pausing as the morning sun abruptly disappeared behind a horrific moving cloud. A thick swarm of winged creatures blotted out the light over Highridge Village, casting a dark moving shadow across the entire mountain settlement.
Stormpeak rested on the jagged cliffs of the eastern mountain range. The domain thrived on steep elevations and rugged independence, relying on altitude and the throwing axes of their skirmishers for defense. They lacked the thick stone walls of Ashguard and t
