[Cards] Rocborne Hand Ballista (Patreon)

The rocborne man rested peacefully upon the feathery ground he called home. He stretched out in the sun and enjoyed the crisp air, rushing breeze, and warming sun. From afar, he heard the tell-tale sound of a roc: one that he knew by heart.

He got up and brushed the blue down from his cloak before bounding headward, being careful to balance and adjust to the shifting ground beneath him. He was excited.

The man reached the head of the roc whose back he called home and shouted something that only they could understand. The giant roc's piercing eye swept back to acknowledge the man before before shifting its body to one side. As the roc turned, the man stayed standing by adopting a wide stance.

From the distance, the other roc's form came into view through the clouds. The tiny silhouettes of the buildings he once called home dotted its back.

While the rocborne may live to roam, there is always joy in returning home.