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The day of their trial was unseasonably cold for spring in the mesas. The sky was dark with heavy stormclouds, gathered like black cotton over the red rock canyon. A dozen riders had gathered for their trial. The stryx shuffled nervously, nipping at their neighbors, tensions high. Thunder rumbled like the stomach of a hungry beast as they waited for the storm to pass. It didn't. The darkness persisted, The light of Daius could barely be seen, even though it was nearly midday.

Geralt Isley and his harpia Beregond had traveled far to meet the council of riders who would judge their trials, and had met their fair share of troubles along the way. They weren't about to turn back now because the sun wasn'

Nothing worth fighting for is ever easy, Geralt thought to his Stryx, fastening the last strap of the saddle.

Beregond met him with a single amber eye and gave an affirmative chirrup. He lowered his neck so his rider could mount easily. They approached the edge of the first cliff. He looked back at the other

Geralt and Beregond flew into the stormclouds, souring into the winding canyon. The two were buffeted by the wind. A errant bolt of lighting struck the canyon wall behind them, showering them with rocky debris. The tips of the harpia's wings scraped the rock with a gossamer touch, and Beregond let out a high screech of warning.

Easy, don't be afraid, Geralt thought, reaching with his mind to soothe the dragon. Have I ever steered you wrong?

Never, brother, Beregond replied, and with a mighty stroke of his wings, he dove through the gale to the surface of the raging river. Here, the winds were fiercest, but carried them fast and far. It took all of the young harpia's strength to ride the clash of currents, to not be tossed and dashed upon the rocks. He could feel the weight of his rider shift, guiding him through the maze of jagged red rocks. They moved as one, their thoughts a blur of pure motion and exhilaration.

Beregond folded his wings to his body, spinning like an arrow through the mouth of the canyon. The pair emerged to see the clouds parted, the sky was painted with brilliant colours in a wide arc above them. Beregond let out a victorious cry that echoed through the canyon. It seemed Daius himself had been touched by their act of partnership and courage.

BEREGOND

Full Body +1

Coloured + 2

Shaded + 1

Background + 2

Biorythm Bonus + 1

Personal Art +1

Tribute +2
Rider +2
Literature +2 (wc 410)

AP: 14

Description

The day of their trial was unseasonably cold for spring in the mesas. The sky was dark with heavy stormclouds, gathered like black cotton over the red rock canyon. A dozen riders had gathered for their trial. The stryx shuffled nervously, nipping at their neighbors, tensions high. Thunder rumbled like the stomach of a hungry beast as they waited for the storm to pass. It didn't. The darkness persisted, The light of Daius could barely be seen, even though it was nearly midday.

Geralt Isley and his harpia Beregond had traveled far to meet the council of riders who would judge their trials, and had met their fair share of troubles along the way. They weren't about to turn back now because the sun wasn'

Nothing worth fighting for is ever easy, Geralt thought to his Stryx, fastening the last strap of the saddle.

Beregond met him with a single amber eye and gave an affirmative chirrup. He lowered his neck so his rider could mount easily. They approached the edge of the first cliff. He looked back at the other

Geralt and Beregond flew into the stormclouds, souring into the winding canyon. The two were buffeted by the wind. A errant bolt of lighting struck the canyon wall behind them, showering them with rocky debris. The tips of the harpia's wings scraped the rock with a gossamer touch, and Beregond let out a high screech of warning.

Easy, don't be afraid, Geralt thought, reaching with his mind to soothe the dragon. Have I ever steered you wrong?

Never, brother, Beregond replied, and with a mighty stroke of his wings, he dove through the gale to the surface of the raging river. Here, the winds were fiercest, but carried them fast and far. It took all of the young harpia's strength to ride the clash of currents, to not be tossed and dashed upon the rocks. He could feel the weight of his rider shift, guiding him through the maze of jagged red rocks. They moved as one, their thoughts a blur of pure motion and exhilaration.

Beregond folded his wings to his body, spinning like an arrow through the mouth of the canyon. The pair emerged to see the clouds parted, the sky was painted with brilliant colours in a wide arc above them. Beregond let out a victorious cry that echoed through the canyon. It seemed Daius himself had been touched by their act of partnership and courage.

BEREGOND

Full Body +1

Coloured + 2

Shaded + 1

Background + 2

Biorythm Bonus + 1

Personal Art +1

Tribute +2
Rider +2
Literature +2 (wc 410)

AP: 14