Through the town of Dunes, we looked out at the horror that the demon Montok had razed upon this city. The lands and buildings lay in ruins, scattered rubble, gnarled and twisted trees. This was the sign of the great Demon’s displeasure with us, with our people.
It had been his personal decree to have his way with every one of the women folk, and we had refused, angering the lord of the land.
His volcanic ash had spewed forth from his body, empowering himself from deep at the core of the planet. It was there that he now slept.
Deep above the lords slumbering were the Fey folk of the Upper Peninsula. The Fey were a very select group who looked and acted like your normal human females, the only telltale signs of any difference were the gossamer wings that sprouted from their shoulder blad
