South Seas, Broken Isles, Stormheim.
The Alliance suffered a minor setback here, leaving them somewhat battered and embarrassed.
It began when they discovered that the Storm Dragons living here had great potential. If they could get hold of some dragon eggs and tame them, they could eventually build a unique force of Dragon Riders.
After all, legally obtained dragon eggs were hard to come by these days. Wyrmrest Temple kept a close watch on them; anyone caught privately selling or smuggling dragon eggs would be blasted to death.
So everyone could only turn their attention to dragon breeds outside Wyrmrest Temple's Chromatic Dragons, such as Proto-Dragons and Storm Dragons.
Then the Alliance sent people to steal dragon eggs, and then the Storm Dragons discovered them.
Then the enormous numbers of Storm Dragons attacked the Alliance army.
A fierce battle erupted on the highland plains in western Stormheim. Although the Alliance ultimately repelled the Storm Dragons' assault and kept two-thirds of the stolen dragon eggs, their entire airship force was wiped out there.
It was hard to say whether they had profited or lost, but in any case, the Alliance as a whole was not pleased.
Since they were unhappy, they might as well take it out on the Vrykul.
And so, the situation in Stormheim became one where the Alliance army relentlessly attacked the Vrykul, burning their villages, killing their people, and finally taking their land.
You weren't protected by international law anyway, so what the hell was there to fear?
At the same time, another major event unfolded in northeastern Stormheim.
Warriors had finally found their class sanctuary: a floating fortress high amid the clouds, Valhalla.
The first to receive Valhalla's summons was a dim-witted Orc warrior adventurer. Riding his black dire wolf along the edges of Stormheim's coastal