Mighty, majestic, but just little musty in the bird smell. Some say if you can handle the odor, you can handle the gyr.

High-flying, gentle beasts of the sky were once the tools of battle and war. They gyrs of modern times were transformed and broken from the bonds of mortal influence by the power of the gods and the will of the most powerful gyrs, who in their wisdom of old now possess near mortal conscious intellect.