Promethaen

[Thorn]

P R O M E T H A E N A BLIZZARD IS COMING The drakes are restless in the great roosts along the masts of Drakonborg. They sense something coming, coming for us. Coming for Earth. The drake-riders must once again saddle up and ride to face the challenge looming ominously on the horizon, ever inching closer... but the current threat is no more than the first warning flashes of the rising storm. HOME - RULES - LORE