GRYPHONS

Such delicate Gryphons once formed a mighty fleet,

a fleet of fragile and deadly craft, half alive and half

machine ready to do their masters work.

Now there is only a dozen, all of the others fell to

earth like blazing comets in one war or another since the

Third Shining.

Each craft is alive in its own little world.

The last of a long line of deadly flying machines,

all of which now cease to exist.

Gryphons see and sense everything, barometric pressure,

Radiation, temperature and more, ready to fly.