A sunny day dawned on the beautiful hills, where the Gryphons flew, and called home. Their very own kingdom in the mountains, where in valleys stood venerable fortresses and peaceful villages, the common Gryphon and the soldier taking to the sky to perform their daily duties. The grass was still green, but the wind blew cold through trees slowly turning red and yellow, as autumn came to Gryphondom.
It was rather unassuming, as the Gryphon Kingdom has found recent peace. The dragons had laid dormant for years, content to lay in their own horde rather than threaten the Gyphons. Bandits and raiders were an occasional problem, but swiftly dealt with by brave and noble knights. Never had Gryphons had problems with magic as of late, or perhaps even in decades!
Some could say that under the Queen's all too-successful reign, things have gotten rather uninteresting. Dormant, perhaps, but a dormancy that lay on a foundation of peace and prosperity for all.
Yet, many a wise Gryphon say that things cannot stay like this forever. Things must change. The day that it must happen, however, whether tomorrow or a hundred years later, remains to be seen.
And people weren't expecting it to start on a windy autumn's day, where a humble, old knight in the Queen's castle, the impenetrable mountain fortress of Valiance, came knocking on the door of the quarters of his two squires. A young pair that just couldn't quite seem to get along, even if their lives depended on it.
The quarters were quite modest, an old stone room, nesting on each side, straw piles with a rough blanket thrown over them, next to a bookshelf, perchings and a desk just as old as the room itself, sitting below a carved window-hole, blowing cold air in, just large enough for them to squeeze through and enjoy the stone perch. The view was quite amazing, looking out into the valley where villages and castles lay, and more mountains past them. It was almost nauseously high up, the whole castle being carved and built into the side of the mountain, but it was nothing for the flying species.
And soon, another set of rapping came from the door, followed by the old, squawky voice.
"Squires! Front and center, before I drag you out of your hole!"
@Ambra
It was rather unassuming, as the Gryphon Kingdom has found recent peace. The dragons had laid dormant for years, content to lay in their own horde rather than threaten the Gyphons. Bandits and raiders were an occasional problem, but swiftly dealt with by brave and noble knights. Never had Gryphons had problems with magic as of late, or perhaps even in decades!
Some could say that under the Queen's all too-successful reign, things have gotten rather uninteresting. Dormant, perhaps, but a dormancy that lay on a foundation of peace and prosperity for all.
Yet, many a wise Gryphon say that things cannot stay like this forever. Things must change. The day that it must happen, however, whether tomorrow or a hundred years later, remains to be seen.
And people weren't expecting it to start on a windy autumn's day, where a humble, old knight in the Queen's castle, the impenetrable mountain fortress of Valiance, came knocking on the door of the quarters of his two squires. A young pair that just couldn't quite seem to get along, even if their lives depended on it.
The quarters were quite modest, an old stone room, nesting on each side, straw piles with a rough blanket thrown over them, next to a bookshelf, perchings and a desk just as old as the room itself, sitting below a carved window-hole, blowing cold air in, just large enough for them to squeeze through and enjoy the stone perch. The view was quite amazing, looking out into the valley where villages and castles lay, and more mountains past them. It was almost nauseously high up, the whole castle being carved and built into the side of the mountain, but it was nothing for the flying species.
And soon, another set of rapping came from the door, followed by the old, squawky voice.
"Squires! Front and center, before I drag you out of your hole!"
@Ambra