Storm of the Firebird Atolls

It’s eight years that no one’s seen the old drake Gakhelith or her bloomin’ cult. They’re dead I tell ya, dead as old half-eye Jansen after ‘is final storm. And that means her egg’s out in the open. Unprotected. No giant fire-breathin’ ship-eatin’ mama to protect it.

Gives ya wishes, a dragon egg does. That’s what the mages say at least. Anything yer heart desires. I say we go get it lads. You lot and me, my cousin’s got a ship. I say we find the bloomin’ egg and get us-selves some-

Six months passed since the sailor raised his idea. Six months, and no one knows the sailor’s name, nor where he came from, nor why he and his six drinking companions died, choking on poisoned ale before he ever finished pitching his plan.

What’s known is the frenzy that took over the western shores of the Poriya Ocean, and in particular the region of the Firebird Atolls that bridge the Radiant Empire of the south, the Taanan tribes of the west, and the dragon-kingdoms of the north.

Hundreds of men and women uprooted their lives and took to the seas in search of the dragon’s nest and the miraculous power hidden within it.

And you are among them.

What led you to take on the journey?

What wish do you want fulfilled?

What price are you willing to pay?