Derkholm
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Atop a hill is the gatway to Derkholm, the home of the famous Wizard Derk who helped his world escape the clutches of the Offworld and it's inhabitants raids, called the Pilgrim Parties. Sixty years later, two inhabitants remain in the old claim, raising the Griffins (known as Gryphons now) that Derk adored so much and developed on his own. A small sign is staked into the ground next to the gate, welcoming travelers.
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"Welcome, dear traveler. Have you come upon Derkholm to take
home your very own Gryphon? Perhaps learn about what the
old stories say about the Pilgrim Parties? Or do you just desire
to come visit awhile? All are welcome, if you don't mind the little
balls of fluff or sleeping in the barn."</center>
A small blue blur passes by your overhead, leaving a blue and black feather behind, resting next to where you stood on the pebbled road. Picking it up, it intrigued you to venture in and see what was what. What could happen? They're just cat-birds...aren't they?
</center>Atop a hill is the gatway to Derkholm, the home of the famous Wizard Derk who helped his world escape the clutches of the Offworld and it's inhabitants raids, called the Pilgrim Parties. Sixty years later, two inhabitants remain in the old claim, raising the Griffins (known as Gryphons now) that Derk adored so much and developed on his own. A small sign is staked into the ground next to the gate, welcoming travelers.
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"Welcome, dear traveler. Have you come upon Derkholm to take
home your very own Gryphon? Perhaps learn about what the
old stories say about the Pilgrim Parties? Or do you just desire
to come visit awhile? All are welcome, if you don't mind the little
balls of fluff or sleeping in the barn."</center>
A small blue blur passes by your overhead, leaving a blue and black feather behind, resting next to where you stood on the pebbled road. Picking it up, it intrigued you to venture in and see what was what. What could happen? They're just cat-birds...aren't they?
