RAID AT THE TEMPLE OF ZEPHYRA

Cliff Harpies

Daughters of wind and ruin, the Cliff Harpies watch in silence from jagged outcrops, like alabaster statues carved by the sky. Their razor-sharp vision, framed by elegant and seductive features, allows them to spot humanoid prey from miles away. Their powerful wings carry them tirelessly for hours, and their savage talons can rip limbs from their victims with ease.

But Cliff Harpies are not mere predators. They are cunning and deceitful, able to bend the will of those who hear their voice, luring even the wisest into deadly traps.

Said to be descended from Melmora, Lady of Change, like many of Mundus’s fiendish monstrosities, these winged temptresses once served Zephyra, Monarch of Storms, during the First Era. Many now inhabit her domain in the Elemental Plane of Air, guarding the Storm Temple of their ancient mistress.

Tempest Spirits

Natives of the Plane of Air, Tempest Spirits are intangible wisps born from the vortices of the upper currents. Often invisible, their forms occasionally flicker into view: unstable masses of cloud and lightning, claws of wind, and eyes of pure storm. They do not speak, but their piercing shrieks echo through the halls of the Wind Temple like cries lost in the clouds.

Swirling among the floating ruins, they hurl bolts of blinding lightning.
Highly volatile, they explode into miniature storms when destroyed, unleashing chaos in an instant.

Unlike the more commonly known air elementals, Tempest Spirits embody the primal will of the storm itself, wild, unreasoning, and free.

Brokk Bronzewind

"You can’t wait for the storm to calm in order to strike!"

A seasoned planar pirate and former gunsmith of a dwarven hold in Denmora, Brokk Bronzewind lost his clan to a demon ambush near Setrek. Instead of mourning, he reforged his steel cannon and filled his heart with grudges.

After years sailing the demon-infested waters of Denmora and slaying every infernal spawn he could find, Brokk joined Drake Riftwalker’s crew, not just for gold, but for the thrill of impossible raids across the planes.

Tactically sharp and dry-witted, Brokk is the kind of dwarf who keeps his powder dry and his stories exaggerated. So when a half-burned map to Zephyra’s temple surfaced, he was the first to sign up. After all, looting a windbound demigod sounds like fun.

And if that also means catching a glimpse of dozens of beautiful, half-naked harpies soaring through the skies? Well… who is he to argue with fate.

Janessa Galeheart

"You can't tame the wind, darling. And trust me, many have tried."

Born between the decks of a ship and raised by mercenaries and smugglers, Janessa Galeheart learned early how to pick a lock, flirt past a blockade, and disarm a trap mid-air. Her beauty is only matched by her precision: pistol in one hand, sword in the other, she moves like a breeze before the storm.

Janessa became infamous across countless ports after leading a mutiny against a Rakshakin admiral. After many adventures alongside Brokk, she joined him once more in Drake Riftwalker’s crew, not just for the challenge, but because Zephyra’s power speaks to something deep in her blood: an echo of the skies she’s always longed to explore.

Rashan Stormwake

"You think it’s thunder you hear. That’s the surge of my soul."

Rashan was left as a child at a monastery, a hidden martial temple between the Forest of Arba and the deserts of Denmora. Raised among silent monks and storm-callers, it’s said Rashan trained under the legendary Tso'ok Raging Wrath, the feared turtlekin master. He perfected the martial forms of wind and wave — but the silence of the temple never satisfied his restless soul.

No one truly knows how he came to sail with Brokk Bronzewind, but when the dwarf set his sights on exploring the planes and joined forces with Drake Riftwalker, Rashan followed, offering his staff and storm-worn fists.

Though he speaks little, Rashan’s presence is commanding: a monk who moves like a gale and strikes like lightning. He believes the Temple of Zephyra will be his greatest test, one he intends to answer, with wind at his back and staff in hand.

Zephyra – The Monarch of Storm

"The skies once sang my name in thunder, now I await in silence. Let the brave climb the winds of fate, and face the fury of the storm."

Born of lightning and tempest, Zephyra is the untamed spirit of the upper skies, a Monarch whose wings once shadowed the sun. Second among the Elemental Monarchs, she rose above the clouds not to admire the world, but to rule it. Her ambition soared beyond the heavens as she sought to overthrow Arba, Lady of the Skies, and seize her dominion over wind and storm.

But pride proved her downfall. The Lords of Mundus, eternal wardens of balance, cast down Zephyra along with her kin, sentencing her to eternal slumber within the shattered towers of her realm. In the elemental plane of Air, at the heart of a floating ruin wrapped in ceaseless gales, stands her prison: the Temple of the Storm.

Those who brave the heights and survive the talons of her harpies may reach the final chamber— a vast skybound sanctum where rests the monumental Stone of Zephyra. Only by touching this ancient bas-relief, carved with her wrathful visage, can a mortal awaken her. And if they prove worthy by defeating her tempest made flesh, they shall earn the Gem of Zephyra, gaining command over the storm itself.

Few have dared the windswept paths to her temple, and fewer still have returned. But the Arcanist Guild records speak of a nameless sailor whose soul was carried away by wings of thunder, never to touch land again.