Return of the Dragons
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but the sight of the titanic scaled creatures had become commonplace since the barriers fell two months ago. Nestled in an idyllic alpine valley, the town of Drakefall had known peace and contentment for centuries. Gleaming beneath the snow-capped peaks of the mountains the prosperous town perched delicately on the bank of the White Arrow river flowing down from the glaciers above. The thunderous tumult rushing from the eponymous Drake Falls hundreds of feet above into the walled pool at the town's centre dominated the landscape, the roar of the falls echoing through the frigid air drifting through the snow-laced pines. Some distance outside the town, enormous stone megaliths channelled cerulean light into a dazzling barrier of magical energy encompassing the entire valley in a protective field. This is how it had always been.