The moon's deathly
figure reflects its pale light onto the field. Thousands had died.
Their cause is righteous, however still the price was terrible. From
inside this mighty citadel, the survivors peered through to the
other end of the canyon pass. Exhausted from battle, however
obligated to stay, the soldiers ponderously awaited another wave of
enemy troops. As the night slipped away, the steadfast warriors
remained ever vigilant and ready. Their stone will parallels
against that of the mountains, the mountains that they had fought to
secure. After three days of anticipation, scouts return. It seems
seventy days and nights of persistent warfare have finally paid off.
The celebration began.
The great fortress
Griffon Gate was once a mighty, impenetrable beckon of order and
control. Whole armies assaulted it, only to be vanquished. It could
not be starved out, for the mighty Annuli Mountains protected its
flanks. Supplies would come en masse from Avelorn at almost the same
rate as enemies from the Shadowlands. Caledor the Conqueror had
established this in his reign as Phoenix King. All those hundreds of
years ago, it has not once been captured by any foe. This however is
a thing of the past, for a revolution without blood or treason
threatened its way of life.
As your large
fortified caravan makes its way through untouched wilderness, the
great crag overlooking the keep is visible. In the reign of the
peaceful king Aethis, another type of army assaulted that mountain.
This army was made up of a thousand artisans and sculptors. A full
five hundred feet in the air, a mighty Griffon was carved. Its
beauty and inspiring demeanor is unfortunately shadowed by hundreds
of iron rods at its base. From these rods, Alith Anar captured
hundreds of Druchii Warriors and had them nailed to the mountain.
Their screams were terrible, however Alith Anar forced his entire
command to listen to them. For these screams were not half of that
their women and children had wailed during the
In this new day
and age, this darkness is reflected in a cold, rock stadium built in
the middle of the surrounding mountains. The journey from the safe
citadel to this arena is short, however still very full of danger.
The arena overlooks the citadel and is perfectly level with the
beauty of the enormous Griffon carved from the cold rock to
reflect upon the cold blood of our past.