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Tors froze in his tracks when he came around a bend in the trees, he had been wandering in the dense forests around the capital of Warrenfall when he had unexpectedly come face to face with a black tyrian larger than anything he had ever seen before. The colossal beast was so large it’s head easily scraped against the branches of the ancient oak trees as it stooped down to growl at him. Tors had simply walked into its line of sight and the tyrian immediately began threatening him. It had hissed at him in a menacing tone that had instantly made his blood run cold. “I told you last time I wouldn’t go willingly.” The massive tyrian spread its wings out as it crouched down, bringing its head down to ground level while arching its back. Tors stumbled back terrified as the massive black tyrian got ready to launch itself at him. “W-w-w- WaiT! I don’t know you! I’ve never met you before?!” he screamed in terror as he tripped over himself trying to back up. When he fell Tors managed to tangle

Aerwyna carefully turned the scale over between her claws, examining it closely. On the underside of the scale was a weird looking, hard deep purple crust. Confused, she scratched the crust with one of her claws and was shocked to see the crust grow a small crystal where she nicked it. She had never seen something like this before, even when she had hunted in the crystalline continent of Vitalus… No, something was very wrong here. Aerwyna clutched the scale firmly in her claws as she reached into her bag and pulled out her magical communication orb. She carefully placed a piece of leather on the muddy ground and set the orb down on top of it. She placed her empty paw on top of the orb, closing her eyes and focusing her magic into the orb. The orb started glowing a bright vibrant blue and a swirling fog formed within it. As she watched the swirling fog, Aerwyna continued to fiddle with the crusty scale in her paw. By the time the recipient finally accepted her call she had accidentally

Grimwald tugged the straps of his empty luggage sack, ensuring the bag was firmly strapped across his back as he waited just outside the gate of the capital city Thedale. His companions were somewhere in the market district collecting supplies so that they could complete the next stages of their Purity Trials. He frowned as he remembered the mildly annoying young pup they had picked up along the way. He closed his eyes and silently prayed that the pup had already been taught how to hunt. A hot dry breeze ruffled his fur and threatened to pull his cover back down as it speckled him with sand. As he tugged his hood back into place the now familiar voice of Omn called out to him from within the city. “Heyyy!!! Grimm!!!” Grimwald looked back down the city street and waving enthusiastically behind some passersby was Omn and Nefertari. Omn had the desert garb he’d been wearing when they first met tightly wrapped around himself, meanwhile Nefertari had also picked up a hood from one of the

Aerwyna adjusted her armor straps across her chest before triple checking the edge of her blade. It had been two days since the first reports of a massive beast being spotted near this village and if her hunch was correct this beast was probably just a lost basilisk or maybe a naga that had escaped from some smugglers. No matter what the beast ended up being, its presence directly threatens the safety of the locals. The heavily armored vayron ran a calloused paw along her blade until she detected a miniscule knick in its edge. She frowned at the imperfection before grabbing her whetstone and running it along the edge to smooth it out. Once her blade was in perfect condition she returned it to its scabbard attached at her hip. She stood up from where she was laying and took in a deep breath, the damp stale air of the musty barn was thick, sweet and heavy but comforting at the same time. A kind farmer had allowed her to spend the night in his spare barn, it wasn’t used during this time