The morning air over Stoneheart City was crisp and cool. As flocks of ravens and Flying Fish Mayflies swept past the domed roof of the Horde Hall, the melting-pot city awakened to the magical scent of elemental sprites.
On the cobblestone plaza, the citizens of the Stoneheart Horde knelt in prayer before the Divine Idol of the Stoneheart Titan. In the distance, the shouts of peddlers, the cracking of coachmen's whips, the creaking of wagons, and the roaring crowds of the newly reopened colosseum all painted a picture of a thriving metropolis.
Only the heavy security around the Inner City and the Horde Hall betrayed the truth: this world had just survived an apocalypse.
