An Unknown Land.
Rumble!
The sky above the Nameless Valley tore open with a deafening thunder. Sheets of icy rain battered the thatched roofs of the small village. Lightning violently illuminated the muddy streets, followed instantly by thunder that shook the very foundations of the wooden huts.
Inside the largest house at the center of the village, the chaos of the storm was matched by the frantic shouts of a grueling labor.
"Push, Elara!" Martha yelled over the roaring wind.
"I am pushing!" Elara screamed back. She gripped the wooden bedframe so hard her knuckles turned entirely white.
"Keep your voice down, woman! The storm is loud enough!" Borum boomed.
The Village Chief was a massive, jovial brute of a man. His arms were as thick as tree trunks, and his wild, bushy beard completely covered his neck. He paced back and forth across the small room, his heavy boots making the floorboards groan in protest.
