The monochrome gryphon flexed his talons as he stared down over the sweeping expanse of sand, rock and dust below his perch. His silver eyes narrowed at a scrap of something blowing in the wind, nearly mistaking it for a living thing before It caught against the rough side of a rock and revealed itself to simply be a bit of fur. Likely from one of the corpses peppered about the area. ...

This was a place of death and famine, that was clear enough from the bones that clattered underfoot more often than not as Cantrip meandered his way through the sandy terrain.  Tundra and taigas were more to the gryphon's tastes but work was work, if some cartographer wanted him to take a stroll through this giant waste of space and get paid for it then who was he to turn his beak up? He even had the luck of going ou...

There was glory to be found in a well-matched fight, one that pitted you against someone not quite on your level but just above it. It made it interesting, made it a challenge. Alabastaire Cantrip liked a challenge. In the mountainous and snowy n...