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Ximena Received your order today, thanks! Total comes to
40k treasure or the equivalent thereof. (Current gem:treasure ratio is 1:900.)
Your last order was also your fifth (from when I had my shop in my lair), so this will be your first order since the discount. Three more orders, and then after that, another discount. =)
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Ximena Received your order today, thanks! Total comes to
40k treasure or the equivalent thereof. (Current gem:treasure ratio is 1:900.)
Your last order was also your fifth (from when I had my shop in my lair), so this will be your first order since the discount. Three more orders, and then after that, another discount. =)
@Tyeth I've finished writing Haruven's lore. Thank you for waiting! It was fun to work out the balance between the well-dressed derg and the deadly warrior hidden under the fancy clothing. :D
This piece can be edited 3 more times before I consider the commission closed. Please let me know if it's OK, and I'll accept the payment you sent me. =)
[quote="Haruven's story"]When Haruven hatched, his clanmates gathered round to marvel at him. They beheld his deep black scales and the blood-colored glints flickering across his body.
"He will be very handsome when he grows up!" --And thus Haruven came into the world, praised and admired simply because he was beautiful.
He was born in the Sunbeam Ruins to a modest-sized lair. He was raised mostly by his father, as his mother was always away...somewhere. With that casualness common to every child, he simply never thought to ask, and his father never volunteered information.
He garnered more praised as he grew. Various dragons complimented his silky hair, his midnight scales. Even when the glints of red grew into Gembond bumps, they were unperturbed: "See how prettily they shine against his skin!" Haruven preened and drank up the praise.
His beauty was further enhanced by the clothing his father introduced him to. The Wildclaw studied fashion trends and frequently brought home apparel for his son to try on. Young Haruven would put on these clothes and strut in front of an appreciative audience. Every twist and turn brought oohs and aahs from the crowd: "What a handsome boy -- you're getting to be as good-looking as your father!"
Because of the comparisons to his father, Haruven decided that he would get a similar job someday -- a clothier or a fashion designer. But then, something strange happened: his mother came home.
The cheering that greeted her arrival was unlike the indulgent comments Haruven had gotten used to -- for his mother was a warrior, and a very good one, at that. The clanmates hailed her as one of their staunchest defenders. But Haruven felt nervous -- his mother had left on combat missions before he’d hatched, so it was his first time meeting her. What if she disliked him?
He needn't have worried -- his mother embraced him warmly, and she stared at him with wonder in her golden eyes. "My little boy...You look just like me!"
That he did -- he had inherited her dark skin and deep red Gembond. But as they spent more time together, he felt a bit distressed, because he wasn't like her. Not one little bit. His combat-hardened mother could dispatch monsters with ease, whereas Haruven had never even seen a battle. He was a near-perfect replica of her, but was not at all like her.
"You're just like your father," the other dragons continued to say, but though they meant it as a compliment, it no longer sat well with him. All the pretty clothing, all the poses, twists and turns -- it was so empty compared to his mother's great work. Like her, he could do so much more. He could be so much more.
This was not to say that Haruven completely scorned the fancy clothes he'd grown used to. They made him feel good, and also more confident. It was shortly after he was grown that his mother went away to serve the Lightweaver. By then, Haruven had also made his choice.
He bade his father a fond goodbye and then went off to receive combat training. It wasn't easy for him, and not just because he lacked combat experience -- trainers and teammates took one look at his beautiful clothes and snorted with disdain. "What a fop," some of them muttered. "A fancy kid who thinks it's all glory and grandeur. Once he realizes it's tougher than it looks, he'll slink home; just wait and see."
But when these words reached Haruven's ears, he only became more determined to progress. He threw himself into his training and succeeded where others might indeed have given up and gone home. As for his reputation as a fop -- never mind that! He would become a warrior and look damn good at it, too.
He was always heard poking fun at his comrades' unkempt appearances. At the same time, he extolled the virtues of his latest outfits. It ticked his teammates off, but also worried some of them -- they had recently been tasked with driving a flock of harpies away from a beleaguered clan's territory. It would be Haruven's first major battle. How would he fare?
They were successful in expelling the harpies, though Haruven sustained a grave injury: a deep gash on his hind leg, inflicted with magic. The medic said he would heal, but he would also have a great scar there for the rest of his life. His teammates watched dubiously as the news was given to him. A scar marring his once-perfect skin -- how would he take it?
"Pfft...It's nothing at all. Why, I'll barely even notice it! Besides, there are more important things to consider." Haruven looked up at his comrades. "Why all the gloomy faces? Didn't we win?"
They started to relax. He wasn't as flighty as they'd originally thought. He never had been -- but a late realization was better than none at all.
~ ~ ~
Many years have passed, and Haruven has become a skilled fighter. He now resides in Clan Tyeth, where he is recognized as the third-strongest Sky Warrior. He maintains his impeccable sense of fashion and his great confidence in himself -- and also that ragged scar stretching up his leg.
He is still frequently complimented for his good looks. His outfits continue drawing praise, which he brushes off with airy comments: "Oh, this old thing? I just sort of threw it together. You ought to try it sometime...."
Most dragons misinterpret this and storm away in a huff. Haruven’s response to comments about his scar is a bit different. He smiles and says, "Ah...Yes. For a while there, it was quite nasty. But I've gotten used to it, you know? There are more important things than a tiny blemish like this."
And other dragons, looking at the wings that show his skill as a Sky Warrior, can only smile back and agree.[/quote]
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Tyeth I've finished writing Haruven's lore. Thank you for waiting! It was fun to work out the balance between the well-dressed derg and the deadly warrior hidden under the fancy clothing. :D
This piece can be edited 3 more times before I consider the commission closed. Please let me know if it's OK, and I'll accept the payment you sent me. =)
Haruven's story wrote:
When Haruven hatched, his clanmates gathered round to marvel at him. They beheld his deep black scales and the blood-colored glints flickering across his body.
"He will be very handsome when he grows up!" --And thus Haruven came into the world, praised and admired simply because he was beautiful.
He was born in the Sunbeam Ruins to a modest-sized lair. He was raised mostly by his father, as his mother was always away...somewhere. With that casualness common to every child, he simply never thought to ask, and his father never volunteered information.
He garnered more praised as he grew. Various dragons complimented his silky hair, his midnight scales. Even when the glints of red grew into Gembond bumps, they were unperturbed: "See how prettily they shine against his skin!" Haruven preened and drank up the praise.
His beauty was further enhanced by the clothing his father introduced him to. The Wildclaw studied fashion trends and frequently brought home apparel for his son to try on. Young Haruven would put on these clothes and strut in front of an appreciative audience. Every twist and turn brought oohs and aahs from the crowd: "What a handsome boy -- you're getting to be as good-looking as your father!"
Because of the comparisons to his father, Haruven decided that he would get a similar job someday -- a clothier or a fashion designer. But then, something strange happened: his mother came home.
The cheering that greeted her arrival was unlike the indulgent comments Haruven had gotten used to -- for his mother was a warrior, and a very good one, at that. The clanmates hailed her as one of their staunchest defenders. But Haruven felt nervous -- his mother had left on combat missions before he’d hatched, so it was his first time meeting her. What if she disliked him?
He needn't have worried -- his mother embraced him warmly, and she stared at him with wonder in her golden eyes. "My little boy...You look just like me!"
That he did -- he had inherited her dark skin and deep red Gembond. But as they spent more time together, he felt a bit distressed, because he wasn't like her. Not one little bit. His combat-hardened mother could dispatch monsters with ease, whereas Haruven had never even seen a battle. He was a near-perfect replica of her, but was not at all like her.
"You're just like your father," the other dragons continued to say, but though they meant it as a compliment, it no longer sat well with him. All the pretty clothing, all the poses, twists and turns -- it was so empty compared to his mother's great work. Like her, he could do so much more. He could be so much more.
This was not to say that Haruven completely scorned the fancy clothes he'd grown used to. They made him feel good, and also more confident. It was shortly after he was grown that his mother went away to serve the Lightweaver. By then, Haruven had also made his choice.
He bade his father a fond goodbye and then went off to receive combat training. It wasn't easy for him, and not just because he lacked combat experience -- trainers and teammates took one look at his beautiful clothes and snorted with disdain. "What a fop," some of them muttered. "A fancy kid who thinks it's all glory and grandeur. Once he realizes it's tougher than it looks, he'll slink home; just wait and see."
But when these words reached Haruven's ears, he only became more determined to progress. He threw himself into his training and succeeded where others might indeed have given up and gone home. As for his reputation as a fop -- never mind that! He would become a warrior and look damn good at it, too.
He was always heard poking fun at his comrades' unkempt appearances. At the same time, he extolled the virtues of his latest outfits. It ticked his teammates off, but also worried some of them -- they had recently been tasked with driving a flock of harpies away from a beleaguered clan's territory. It would be Haruven's first major battle. How would he fare?
They were successful in expelling the harpies, though Haruven sustained a grave injury: a deep gash on his hind leg, inflicted with magic. The medic said he would heal, but he would also have a great scar there for the rest of his life. His teammates watched dubiously as the news was given to him. A scar marring his once-perfect skin -- how would he take it?
"Pfft...It's nothing at all. Why, I'll barely even notice it! Besides, there are more important things to consider." Haruven looked up at his comrades. "Why all the gloomy faces? Didn't we win?"
They started to relax. He wasn't as flighty as they'd originally thought. He never had been -- but a late realization was better than none at all.
~ ~ ~
Many years have passed, and Haruven has become a skilled fighter. He now resides in Clan Tyeth, where he is recognized as the third-strongest Sky Warrior. He maintains his impeccable sense of fashion and his great confidence in himself -- and also that ragged scar stretching up his leg.
He is still frequently complimented for his good looks. His outfits continue drawing praise, which he brushes off with airy comments: "Oh, this old thing? I just sort of threw it together. You ought to try it sometime...."
Most dragons misinterpret this and storm away in a huff. Haruven’s response to comments about his scar is a bit different. He smiles and says, "Ah...Yes. For a while there, it was quite nasty. But I've gotten used to it, you know? There are more important things than a tiny blemish like this."
And other dragons, looking at the wings that show his skill as a Sky Warrior, can only smile back and agree.
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Disillusionist
It's fantastic!
I really like the back story you've given him. No edits needed :)
I'll definitely come back soon!
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Disillusionist
It's fantastic!
I really like the back story you've given him. No edits needed :)
I'll definitely come back soon!
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Tyeth Thank you; I'm very pleased you like it! Payment has been received. I'm looking forward to working with your dragons again soon. ^_^
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Tyeth Thank you; I'm very pleased you like it! Payment has been received. I'm looking forward to working with your dragons again soon. ^_^
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Disillusionist
i just read your lore and saw your bios and let me tell you that im in LOVE. They are so well organized and written that im jealous xDD Thanks for letting us buy it from you ^^
Template type: Clan Statistics (With Coding)
Include: genders and elements (15kt) and breeds (15kt)
Payment offer: im gonna send you via pm (or crossroad, or posting here as you prefer) the info about the statistics so it should be 50% off? (15k total?) However im gonna wait till you confirm to send everything, just in case im wrong ^^U
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Disillusionist
i just read your lore and saw your bios and let me tell you that im in LOVE. They are so well organized and written that im jealous xDD Thanks for letting us buy it from you ^^
Template type: Clan Statistics (With Coding)
Include: genders and elements (15kt) and breeds (15kt)
Payment offer: im gonna send you via pm (or crossroad, or posting here as you prefer) the info about the statistics so it should be 50% off? (15k total?) However im gonna wait till you confirm to send everything, just in case im wrong ^^U
@Ximena On a roll! I finished Procel's story. Here's the preview you requested:
[quote="Procel's story"]The would-be thief always listened carefully, but he grew to hate that, too. The heavy silence played tricks on his brain. He thought he heard whispers, distant chants. Sometimes, disturbingly, he thought he heard someone giggling at him.
Dheosin was not skittish by nature, but he'd been here too long already. This oppressive darkness, this musty, shadowy library...He couldn't stay here. He wanted to go back out into the light. So he began searching faster...faster...faster....
There were whispers now, he was certain of that. They seemed to be urging him on. He wanted to drown them out, but he couldn't make much noise, or else Deregh would hear him....He searched faster...faster...fas--
His fingers closed over the spine of a book, and he pulled it from its shelf. It flopped open, as if of its own accord, in his hand.
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If you want, I can send you the full version of this now. I'll accept the 20k treasure CR and send back the spare 700t.
OR you can also wait till I've finished Norza's story, and I'll send both full stories to you and accept both CRs. =)
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Ximena On a roll! I finished Procel's story. Here's the preview you requested:
Procel's story wrote:
The would-be thief always listened carefully, but he grew to hate that, too. The heavy silence played tricks on his brain. He thought he heard whispers, distant chants. Sometimes, disturbingly, he thought he heard someone giggling at him.
Dheosin was not skittish by nature, but he'd been here too long already. This oppressive darkness, this musty, shadowy library...He couldn't stay here. He wanted to go back out into the light. So he began searching faster...faster...faster....
There were whispers now, he was certain of that. They seemed to be urging him on. He wanted to drown them out, but he couldn't make much noise, or else Deregh would hear him....He searched faster...faster...fas--
His fingers closed over the spine of a book, and he pulled it from its shelf. It flopped open, as if of its own accord, in his hand.
If you want, I can send you the full version of this now. I'll accept the 20k treasure CR and send back the spare 700t.
OR you can also wait till I've finished Norza's story, and I'll send both full stories to you and accept both CRs. =)
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Hinumi Rofl, you ninja'd me. XD And thank you; I'm glad you like my codes! Let's see...
• Genders and elements: 5kt per page
• Breeds: 5kt per page
You have a 4-page lair, which actually brings us to 20kt each, for a total of 40kt. If you tally the info yourself, it's 50% off, bringing us down to 20kt.
BUT if you only want to tally 3 pages of perma-dergs (which I'm guessing, since the 4th-pagers don't have familiars), with 50% off that will still leave us at 15kt. =)
You can PM the info and send payment by CR. Would you like to go for 3 pages or 4?
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Hinumi Rofl, you ninja'd me. XD And thank you; I'm glad you like my codes! Let's see...
• Genders and elements: 5kt per page
• Breeds: 5kt per page
You have a 4-page lair, which actually brings us to 20kt each, for a total of 40kt. If you tally the info yourself, it's 50% off, bringing us down to 20kt.
BUT if you only want to tally 3 pages of perma-dergs (which I'm guessing, since the 4th-pagers don't have familiars), with 50% off that will still leave us at 15kt. =)
You can PM the info and send payment by CR. Would you like to go for 3 pages or 4?
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Disillusionist
Can you send the full version now? I think it would be better if you accept both CRs too!
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Disillusionist
Can you send the full version now? I think it would be better if you accept both CRs too!
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Ximena Sending it over now. I'll hold off from accepting the gem CR for now -- in case you need the gems or I go inactive or something, you'll be able to cancel it and get all your money back.
I've accepted the 20kt CR and will send back your 700t change along with the full story. ^^
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Ximena Sending it over now. I'll hold off from accepting the gem CR for now -- in case you need the gems or I go inactive or something, you'll be able to cancel it and get all your money back.
I've accepted the 20kt CR and will send back your 700t change along with the full story. ^^
@Disillusionist Oh, I really like your writing style *-*
Lore size: Short Story
Link to dragon:
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2672195]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/26722/2672195_350.png[/img]
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2680144]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/26802/2680144_350.png[/img]
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Personality of dragon: Both of them have full bios. Wabbajack also has a few short stories. :)
Other info: Wabbajack is some kind of mad jester in my lair who loves to play macabre tricks on his clanmates. I'd love if you could write about him "pranking" Ker.
Feel free to read the other stories if you need some inspiration?
There's another short story with him on [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=28403&tab=dragon&did=7440631]this girl's[/url] page. (the last one by hatterlet)
Payment offer: 35k
Discount?: none
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Disillusionist Oh, I really like your writing style *-*
Lore size: Short Story
Link to dragon:
Personality of dragon: Both of them have full bios. Wabbajack also has a few short stories. :)
Other info: Wabbajack is some kind of mad jester in my lair who loves to play macabre tricks on his clanmates. I'd love if you could write about him "pranking" Ker.
Feel free to read the other stories if you need some inspiration?
There's another short story with him on
this girl's page. (the last one by hatterlet)
Payment offer: 35k
Discount?: none
