Pieces of an ancient ship lie scattered across an endless dessert. Meanwhile, a chained god pleads for his crown. Deep inside caves, hidden inside boxes, and hoarded by evil; the pieces of the crown of storms cries out for its master.
From beyond the Gray cam the Githyanki. They were Aliens of unparelled intellect, but then there ship crashed landed upon the barren landscape of Athas. The Gith (as we know them now) where corrupted by the magic that flowed freely here.
Today a scant and broken few wander the wasteland of Athas in search of fragments of there ancient ship. They wish to leave there horrid prison and return home, beyond the gray.