GREIÐA

WIP

A lush and mountainous world, filled to the brim with life and anomalies.  Abundant in this world, are honorable, intelligent, and powerful beasts; named Tove by their own tongues.  At dark, the Tove whisper stories of their Mother, Tova, and how she kissed the planet with her feathered lips; creating the righteous Tove you see today.        

-A father, looking for his sons; not knowing if they have been killed, or are wandering the old-growth forests and towering mountains of the ancient land, Greiða.  Meanwhile, there is a strange and devastating plague spreading to all Tove-kind.  This plague is causing the lifeforms to change form, and act savagely.  Gordon must find his sons before they are eaten by the Dreki-Draug, or become it.