A Wind rider...

You are Dar Vanlu Captain of the Wind riders, standing on the edge of your clifftop mountain aerie. Looking out over the barren wastes that stretch out below, your people have lived atop this mountain for ages. Safe from raiders and monstrous mutants, the almost unclimbable stone walls easily guarded. Stepping to the edge you dive off, your massive wings unfurling as you adjust your body to ride the rising air currents. You are soon joined by the other Wind riders, soaring over the wastelands high above the dangers on the ground.

The great desert has slowly been growing in recent times, meaning that you need to fly farther and farther from home to find food. Below you can seen the mangled lumps of destroyed buildings, bit and pieces of the old world now swallowed by the sands. Using the wreaked city as a land mark you shift your path, heading north today instead of going to the coastal villages to trade for sea food. In the distance you see the mountain range loom up, your tribe have set of camps there were you can rest while hunting. The plan was to make for the camp, before spending the next week hunting for food. You are nearly forty strong, although most of your party will be tasked with flying any meat you collect back to the aerie.

You all reach camp easily, and the next morning spread out to scout for game. The land is different here, still mostly green and rocky as the desert had not yet expanded this far. The first day is mostly for scouting, so you fly in small group's just looking for things to harvest. While as Captain you're also keeping a eye out for your Wind riders, things have gotten a bit more dangerous lately. As the ground men take shots at your people more often, at first you had just thought it was because of the desert making it harder on everyone. Be recently you have began to wonder if it is something more than that... the ground men known as slavers have been coming into your lands.

Slowly you circle around just getting ready to head back to camp, when one of your young Wind riders comes winging up. "Captain Dar... Captain Dar." He shouts excitedly as he circles in closer to you, there is panic on his young face and he is pumping his wings hard to get to you.

"What is it Quin? What has happened."

"It's Ben and Tina... we found a big ruin they winged inside to look around. But... but something happen because they never came back out... I was going to go in but I..." The young rider paused, not wanting to admit that like so many others he was afraid of the buildings from the old world.

"Show me..." You call, gesturing for you small scout group to follow as Quin leads the way over a mountain pass. Below you can see the broken gray and rust colored ruins stretching out, like most of the city's from before the war it is a burned and blasted wreak. Near the far side you see the big building, the stone it was marred from having survived the fire what burned almost everything else. The great dome sits atop an even bigger square building, with massive columns that are impressive even to this day. Circling around the dome, Quin points to a large opening that had been torn out of it in the past. "They went in there." He called as you circled around landing on the top of the square building, starring into the darkness within the great dome. Looking around at the other Wind riders with you, you draw your crossbow loading it quickly. "If I am not back by the time the sun touches the mountain tops, return to camp and finish the hunt." You lift a hand to silence their protests, knowing that they all wanted to go with you into danger out of loyalty. "I will not lose anymore of you... so no one will come after me. You will finish the hunt and take the food back to the Aerie." Readying yourself you wing up to the opening, sneaking inside with your weapon up and ready.

What will you find?