People often ask why the Grizzly and Titanian can coexist on Mt. Itoi. They are both such powerful creatures, yet there is little conflict. This old scroll recounts a local legend: It seems the champions of the Grizzlies and the champion of the Titanians both desired the lush, green peaks of the mountain for their. They met each other and could not come to terms - compromise was impossible. So they began to fight. The immense power of the grizzly and impenetrable defense of the Titanian. The intensity of their battle killed the plants around them and drove the other animals away. But still they fought. Ageless trees were shattered to stumps. But still the battle raged on for a full month. Finally, they came at each other with their desperate te techniques. The Bear’s Last Blow and the Titanian’s Stone of Origin. They died in each others arms, realizing then how worthy the other was. As their forms crumbled, their spirits lingered to see to the slow regrowth of the mountain and the fellowship of their kind.

Ousted by the stone idols of a fallen tribe, the remnants of both Agrillan tribes remained covetous of their homeland. Progress shifted towards malice, and constructs such as these were a result. Simple in design, deadly in execution. It came wearing a toothy grin on its face and carrying a belly full of fire. They were meant to be expended, but they were beyond precious – made from some of the last meager resources the tribes could pull together. They should have entangled the idols with chain, hook, and magnetic clasp. But they were changed by the spiritual discord of the land, became autonomous. and the homeland slipped farther from the people’s grasp.

Our consciousness streams inwards, crushing itself. Our mind barely has strength enough to stitch this world together anymore. It tears apart at the seam. The dark recesses of our mind bleed through. Nightmare tendrils reach down to strangle the colour from our form. We grew overconfident, riding high on the devastation of the guardians. But now, we are simply alone on a pile of battered corpses, they have no more energy to give. Our courage has been rent in twain again and again, and we simply do not have the fortitude for it anymore. All that is left is Desperation. All that is left is to blindly flail at the encroaching nightmares while we cling desperately to the decadence of our memories of former conquest. But we are alone now, courage left us a long time ago.