Prologue: The Great Griffon War
This war was supposed to be swift and easy. Never did we expect our enemies to be as powerful as they were. The Griffons of Griffonia were to say the least, a bunch of crude, drunken, savage warriors with little to no discipline. We only realized too late, that those traits, made them an even fiercer foe.
They showed no restraint on the battlefield, they would gut you alive, play with you as you were dying a most painful death. I once saw a pony whose lungs were being tickled by a Griffon warrior. A Pegasus having both wings ripped off mid-flight. A unicorn with its horn smashed and its tongue ripped out. I can not speak of all the horrors I have seen done by the Griffons. They must be defeated, to stop this slaughter.
The war started when the late King of Griffonia, King Gryphus III, attempted to seize magical artifacts artifacts from Canterlot, where he was defeated in the failed one-day siege. His younger brother Rhosus, felt the need to avenge his brother's death in blood.
This has mostly been a defensive game, but now we have started to push North into Griffon territory. I've been sent on the offensive with my team of five into the deep Griffish Wilderness.
