To get to where they are needed, they must travel through the maelstrom of lightening, heavy rains, winds, ... and worse. -- Anon Guest
The world was full of scars like this. If 'scar' could apply to an eternal cyclone guaranteed to repel travelers from attempting to breach it. In the middle, in the eye of that permanent storm, was the floating island of Aljanna. A paradise lost to most of the mortal world.
Legend held that they were safeguarding a mighty weapon. One capable of destroying a god. One that these Adventurers needed for just that purpose.
"So this is it," said the Paladin. "Navigating a literal shitstorm to get the one thing we need to defeat a Sorcerer gone mad with power."
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