Over the highest peak of a great mountain range floats a series of flying islands. In it live a breed of giant eagles, as well as warlocks and druids. Down the sides of the mountain water falls in a torrent, disolving into mist. The flying islands are full of trees and vegetation which give it an etheral magical feel. The day is bright, an early morning where the sun shines. Beyond, the horizon can be seen between splendid clouds