Morning After
The initial beams of the morning sun spread out across Galvia's sky like a brushstroke of a painter. Pale gold faded into veins of rose and amber, covering the horizon in warmth. Clouds sailed in lazy clusters, colored at the periphery with fire, the air trembling lightly as the land woke up.
In the distant west, beyond the length of mountains and rivers, the city of Blackthrone was beneath the arms of dawn. It was a city that wore both threat and grandeur—the capital of the Duchy of Nova, where black and silver banners waved from great ramparts and merchants bellowed in early markets that spilled onto cobblestone roads.
