Eridorn - a land of towering peaks, flying beasts, and an empire ruled by divine decree. The High Priestess holds absolute power, but in the shadows, whispers of rebellion grow. In a world of sacred rites, hidden conspiracies, and untamed wilderness, destiny is forged in the clash between oppression and defiance.
The Cathedral - the heart of power. From this sacred stronghold, the High Priestess rules over Eridorn with absolute authority. Heavily guarded and considered an impenetrable fortress, it is under constant surveillance. The elite guards patrol the skies on a breed of flying creatures more massive and brutal than any other, engineered for dominance and war - the Zyrrak`Thar.
Born of the storm and bred for battle, the Zyrrak’Thar are the ultimate predators of the skies - deadlier, faster, and more ruthless than any other beast of the air. Bound only to the Elite Guards of the High Priestess, they hunt with lethal precision. In perfect sync with their riders, they become an unrelenting force.
In the rugged mountains of Eridorn lie the stables - vast structures clinging to cliffs and treetops, thatched with reed. Here, the Skyrran and mighty Zyrrak’Thar are raised and trained by seasoned breeders. Perched on the edge of the world, these stables echo with screeches and wingbeats, shaping beasts destined for war and command.
Born of the storm and bred for battle, the Zyrrak’Thar are the ultimate predators of the skies - deadlier, faster, and more ruthless than any other beast of the air. Bound only to the Elite Guards of the High Priestess, they hunt with lethal precision. In perfect sync with their riders, they become an unrelenting force.
The Ordash Guard stand as the unyielding shield of the regime. Clad in heavy armor and armed with polearms, they enforce order through sheer presence and precision. Stationed at temples, gates, and convoys, their silence speaks louder than any threat - when the Ordash march, defiance fades.
Above the misty swamplands of Eridorn, a flying patrol cuts through the clouds - shadows gliding over black water. Their riders watch in silence, eyes sharp for any movement below. The beasts’ screeches echo through the fog, a grim reminder that the regime’s gaze reaches everywhere.
