Myriad colours from an inventive god’s palette were splashed recklessly against the canvas of the sky. Countless shades of blue coalesced with vermilion hues and a gentle sun rose above the Myr. Far below, scintillating points of light jumped and skipped across an immense lake. On the eastern shore of this lake, a towering waterfall lay in shadow, except for its crest which shone like a halo three sapphire leagues above the waters at its base. The cascading torrent was called the Skyfall and many people came from all corners of the world just to see it.
At the base of the translucent, cerulean spire, Skyfall Town stayed in a fine mist all year, a glimmering lace veil keeping the beauty of the small city shrouded from the rest of the world. The town replicated the delicacy of water in all its architecture. Buildings were crafted from iridescent blue marble brought in from quarries in Sessymir thousands of leagues to the north-east. Skyfall Town's structures glistened, as if they were polished every night whilst the townspeople were asleep. The quiet metropolis was at its most stunning at dusk, resting in ethereal calm as the crest of the waterfall high above was gilded with the fiery colours of the setting sun while the town streets below were bathed in a ghostly blue light.
Skyfall Town was effectively split in half by the waterfall. These halves were linked by an incredible network of bridges and pulley ropes, some of them running a thousand feet from end to end before and behind the Skyfall. Across this web of woven hemp, hundreds of townspeople and visitors to the region could be seen scurrying back and forth, dwarfed by the cascading torrent around them.
On either side of the Skyfall stood twin cathedrals. They were monuments to the architectural brilliance of the Sapphyrro, the strange but benevolent race living under the great waterfall. The structures were made from the same marble as the other buildings in the town, but no mortar had been used to fix the blocks. Flying buttresses stretched magnificently overhead and arched roofs held space and light as delicately as the night sky cradled the stars.
Behind the altar in each cathedral, a vast arch supported by two crystalline pillars rose 300 feet above the floor, creating a breathtaking open window framing the serenely violent, beautiful flow of the Skyfall. The cathedrals’ interiors were designed in such a way, in colour, size, and shape, that the congregation felt as if they were in the heart of the waterfall.
However, over recent weeks the numbers of those visiting the cathedrals had grown considerably but for all the wrong reasons. Report after report of people going missing was made to the town’s Magistrate. An unfamiliar feeling of fear had descended upon the haven of Skyfall Town. Something was horribly wrong and no-one could offer any insight into the inscrutable events. No race was safe, not even the Sapphyrro. There were whispers that the entire town of Palia to the west had been wiped out, but these rumours could not be confirmed as none who had ventured forth to check had yet returned.
Outside each cathedrals board listing the names of the missing were erected and it was becoming apparent that the size of the boards would soon prove to be inadequate for the number of disappearances. There was no clear pattern to be found, save all the abductions had occurred out of doors, usually at night. Vague reports had circulated about a black shape in the sky and the muted sound of unseen wings.