Airmen of Poosht

It was a long time ago, longer than it seems, when the Airmen of Poosht ran with the wind atop Mt. Mignone.

The airships were filled with the tastiest fruit, finest linen, and precious jewels each morning before the sun broke the horizon.

When the breezes danced across the mountaintop, the ship’s mooring lines were cast off, allowing the majestic ships to sail off to points unknown, bringing delights the locals had only dreamed of.

But it was not to last. War broke out, and like with so many other tools, the airships were commandeered as aerial boomers, bringing death instead of joy.

After the war, many feared the sight of the flying ships and hid whenever they came to port or, worse, fired upon the airmen, sending them plummeting to their deaths.

In a short while, the skies were empty, and the great port at Mt. Mignone fell into ruin. Perhaps one day, the airmen will return, bringing joy and excitement from their amazing flying machines.

But that’s a story for the future.