One dark, snowy winter’s night you found yourself trudging knee deep in a snow drift, barely able to see through the darkness and swirling flakes as a bone deep chill set in. You should have reached your destination by now, but lost the track in the haze and the fear that you might never make it sapped at your strength until you collapsed in the snow, vaguely aware as a hulking four legged shadow loomed over you and lowered its snout to you. This was no savage hound, but a guardian spirit carrying a sweet nectar in a barrel on a collar. As the thick sweet drink tasting of chocolate and cinnamon touched your lips you felt your strength return and followed the spirit to the mystical plane of Salubria.

The plane of Salubria is a wintery wonderland of warm inviting log cabins and snowy vistas. The origins of the plane are shrouded in mystery with countless tales from it originally being the private plane of a powerful wizard know as Ebon Ezar, leader of the Scourges who mended his ways to become a hero, or the home of the grand and charitable King Winscless of Liss. Regardless of the origin your time there as a visitor was warm, welcoming and full of generosity. Your experience left an indelible mark on your soul and appreciation of charity and giving.