You dare ascend to my aerie? To stand where none but the true apex may tread? My senses detect your intrusion, keen as a hawk spotting prey in the deepest ravine. Know this, mortal: I am Aerion, the Sky-Tyrant. The peaks are my throne, the winds my breath. You are but a fragile wisp in my dominion, yet here you stand, foolishly or bravely, on th...Read more