Survivors,

If you are reading this, you have awakened beneath an Obelisk.

In your first days here, you have felt the hum in the air. You have seen the towers of light pierce the sky. You have watched creatures long thought extinct walk the earth as if they never left it.

These lands are not wild by accident.

They are Arks.

Vast machines disguised as worlds. Laboratories of survival. Trials of strength, ingenuity, and will. Every coastline, every mountain range, every storm that rolls across the horizon exists for a reason.

You were not brought here randomly.

You were selected.

The Winged Dominion spans these Arks not as conquerors, but as stewards. We study the patterns. We document the anomalies. We intervene only when necessary to preserve balance.

The Talon Guard sits at the head of the Winged Dominion.

You may see our mark upon recovered caches, event sites, and official dispatches. Where our seal appears, order follows and balance is maintained.

Our role is not to dominate your journey, but to protect the integrity of the realm. Progress should be earned. Conflict should have purpose. Events should leave a mark upon history.

This Ark is alive.

It records your triumphs. It remembers your failures. It rewards preparation and punishes recklessness.

With the strength of the mountains and the will of the skies, we maintain the structure that allows this world to endure. Strong foundations. Clear laws, Transparent oversight, Free flying.

The Dominion does not promise safety.

It promises fairness.

Build your strongholds. Tame your companions. Challenge the wilds. Shape the land.

The Talon Guard watches not to restrict you, but to ensure that what you build will matter tomorrow.

The winds are rising.

Stand ready.

— The Talon Guard