The morning after our curious trio meets an interesting pair of gryphons, finds them waking without a trace of the pair, as if their meeting had been but a dream. The ruins in which they sought refuge for the night, an empty tattered mass of stone and aether. Once impermeable granite pillars are now porous, filled with malleable aether. Distraught, viscous purple corruption oozing from the pores bored into the stone, staining the dirt and grass beneath. Though i...

There was one final elder who had not been subdued.  Given their previous successes, Alexandria, Terranon, and Zenaida were asked to be the ones to bring him home.  After some time to recuperate from their battle with Livyatan, they agreed.  The gryphons were aware of where their errant leader, Kronos, was hiding, but he was far from their cities and had not been a priority.  Now, with everyone else cleansed, it was time to turn their attention to him....

Sightings of a heavy one-horned gryphon had been posted deep in the dry desert climate. Carbin stepped in the sand, which was much more his speed after the cold winter nights hiking in snowstorms. He took a look over his shoulder, the golden warden hung back sniffing out a trail that might lead them to their target.   The air was cool and devoid of any moisture, and the sand was warm between their toes. The su...

The wind at the top of the Isles was unforgiving, and Grigori felt it keenly as it buffeted his scales and slid over the membranes of his wings. Beneath him, Zathym was floating in the shade of one of his outstretched wings without a care in the world, as if the wind did not bother the Emperor in the slightest. Perhaps it was the creature's adept magic, but in that moment Grigori felt the slightest twinge of jealousy over the smaller creature - what he would not give to escape this ince...