The wasteland is a dark and suffocating place, where even the sun seens to glow weaker.

Given time, Fiona stumbles upon a tower of walls white like bone, and with the same feel to the touch. In this place which seens to be an outpost for finding those who wander in the waste, she is met by a small group of deadborn, mostly dwarves and elves, but two who look like her, one black and purple, the other made of shades of dark blue. And the second one speaks.

Who are you flameborn, what brings you so far from your molten lands?