The great plains of Varhya are said to have been a truly bountiful land. The birdkin there harvested more grain than they could even eat, and walked the path of harmony rather than war. There was also one member of the dragonkin who made her way to this paradise of her own accord. All who lived there enjoyed the abundance that covered the verdant land stretching out in every direction... until the day the earth was rent in two, and from the earthen rift came a miasma that brought ruin to the land.
Perhaps there exists out there another world in which tragedy did not strike the wildlands.
