The City of Peaks.
The promised roost of griffons.
West of Eaglecrest and Rockeye, it is a magnificent mountain range that borders the sea. Cold, sharp winds lash through it's valleys and across it's ridges. This is quite possibly the coldest and harshest of all the Northlands. And thus, perfect for the Gryphons, who are far hardier than ponies. Violent gusts of wind keep every flier alert, for a moment of missed concentration could lead to one becoming yet another stain on a jagged mountain wall.
And crossing the border is the High King and his inner circle. Sir Golden Oats had toiled day and night to ensure his creation was ready and serviceable. An invention inspired by one of the High King's allies.
Based on the same principals as the High King's leg, these machines will enable any who wear them to make long leaping glides, thus allowing them to traverse the roadless peaks.
High up in Castle Stormheart, Gryphon King Garret was wringing his talons, trying to think of a solution to his worries.
In her headquarters in the lower roosts, the Crowne, Grimalphas, was educating her followers on the virtues of a strong nation capable of surviving on it's own, independent of others.
And in a small box carried by Lord Godric Blackmane, the Eaglecrest Helm rested, awaiting it's return home.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6I2muPfUdOQ