Just Another Day

The Imperial raiders had made it about halfway to the Nyre and the first counterstrike took them quite by surprise. They were met not by savage Red Wings or vicious Ferals, but by a few flocks of enraged gryphons!

Just as many gryphons went to targeting sleeping raiders as they did to extinguishing the dying campfires. Abruptly woken by the angry shrieks of attacking nightwing gryphons and with little more than a sliver of a moon, the raiders couldn't do much than clumsily defend themselves until dawn.

A few nightwings had fallen in the strike and the remainder took off during false dawn to return to their roosts, where they would be well fed by Sylvans.

The commanders were not very happy the following morning. The guards on the nightwatch were all questioned thoroughly about what they saw and heard prior to the attack, and next the scouts were brought forward to determine if they had negligently lead them into a nest or hunting ground.

Despite their frustrations, they found no satisfactory explanation. The gryphons back in the Eor forest left them alone and understood to keep their distance. The raiders then began to suspect perhaps the Fernwick clan fell due to neglecting to maintain their position properly.

Undeterred, they buried their dead and prepared to defend themselves better the following night.

The nightwing gryphons attacked every three nights for two weeks and then stopped. Five Kurach had fell for every one gryphon they managed to kill. While death in battle was lauded among the Imperials, taking a very long time to reach their destination was not.