Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191114020701/@comment-25828117-20191114122423

The race 'track' as it were was made up of signal fires set up around the rocky canyons of Eton Nir. Due to the nature of the environment that meant that sometimes the riders and their gryphons became out of view, only to magestically reappear from behind a rock in a grand sweeping motion.

Helian, surprisingly, was not last yet flying in sixth place and gaining. With every sharp turn or swoop he felt his grip slipping. This was much harder than he thought.

"Gwilim maintains first place, but will he be able to stay there as they make the sharpest turn on the course, the Eton Bight!" Eton Bight was a spiral-like bend of nearly 180 degrees. The turn was a test on grip more than anything, if you went in too fast you'd be flung off your mount and there was little you could do about it. --- Melinore crossed her arms, seemingly waiting for something specific to happen.