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[center][size=6][color=indigo][b]Scholars of the Arcanist[/b][/color][/size] [size=4][color=violet][b]The Exalted of the Lundlaevungar[/b][/color][/size][/center] This is a record of all of the dragons who passed through the Clan of the Lundlaevungar before heading to the Observatory to join the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=11]Arcanist[/url]. Their lives are pledged to His service, His curiosity, His dreams. [br] [columns][size=5][color=indigo][b]“[/b][/color][/size][color=black][size=4]Each Flight’s exalted honours their deity in a different way. Those who serve the Stormcatcher spend their days and nights toiling in the desert for their master, while those devoted to the Gladekeeper tend to the vast wild reaches of the world. The minions of the Shadowbinder do her work through subterfuge and subtle stratagems in all places where darkness creeps, and the acolytes of the Lightweaver contemplate philosophy in her glittering halls. The Icewarden’s devotees guard the Fortress of Ends, while the Windsinger’s explorers map out Sornieth and return with its stories.[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=379379][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/3794/379379_350.png[/img][/url][/columns] [size=5][color=indigo][b]“[/b][/color][/size][color=black]Each Flight’s exalted honours their deity in a different way. Those dragons fortunate enough to join the Arcanist plumb the depths of the universe and seek out the mysteries that lie between the stars. His theories and imaginings will inspire them to ask ever-greater questions and explore the unknown in search of the answers. [size=5][color=indigo][b]“[/b][/color][/size]There can be no higher calling.[size=5][color=indigo][b]”[/b][/color][/size][/color][/size] Einmyrir claims that he can see the workings of the Arcanist himself, and wears his devotion on his flanks in the form of gembond. He has pledged the lives of his own hatchlings to the service of his deity, with few exceptions. He also works tirelessly to swell his God's ranks at the Observatory, speaking to dragons who pass by the Lair and convincing them with honeyed words that their lives will be better lived if in service to the Arcanist. There are those on whom he does not need to work so hard: many of the dragons who pass through the Lundlaevungar were already on the path to the Observatory before they met Einmyrir. He is always pleased to meet these devotees, particularly when they have journeyed from other Flights to join the Arcanist instead of the god of their own element. [br][columns][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/media_icons/arcane_rune_50x50.png[/img] [nextcol][color=transparent]x[/color][nextcol][size=6][color=indigo][b]Stories Left to Tell: [i]lots[/i][/color][/size] [b][size=4][url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1W-tGBJLa0AmmExMLSRK22tW6Btunvwxnn87npVU2brw/edit?usp=sharing][color=violet]Directory of the Exalted[/color][/url][/size][/b][/columns] [br][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/sr73fjfycwx51tk/arcaneh0.png[/img] Back in 2013, there was a (pretty cool) trend on Tumblr among Plague Flight users to write ‘exalt stories’ about the dragons they exalted. They were often quite grim (involving extreme mutations, illnesses, etc.) but this inspired me to do something similar. Right before I exalted my first dragon, I think in October 2013, I vowed that every dragon exalted by my hand will have a short piece of writing about them and their journey to the Observatory via my Clan. Whether it’s a lengthy piece of prose, a haiku, a piece of Norse-style verse, a 100 word drabble, a sonnet, or whatever happens to take my fancy at the time ... they will all get [i]something[/i]. Einmyrir's offspring are marked with an Arcane Emblem beside their name: [img]http://orig11.deviantart.net/c78d/f/2015/147/9/4/fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.png[/img] [img]http://orig11.deviantart.net/c78d/f/2015/147/9/4/fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.png[/img][color=transparent]x[/color][b]Pinglist:[/b] Rizuki Solaristigres shanncrafter Cherri SeleneHime Arenfelle ColourOkapi DragonSeeker myrese megalov8nia JadeFlame hyuukiru Orgetzu take2thesky SoftShine If you want to talk about the stories I post here, please feel free to message me! I'd love to hear what you think. I can certainly add you to the pinglist if you're interested. [img]http://orig11.deviantart.net/c78d/f/2015/147/9/4/fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.png[/img][color=transparent]x[/color][b]A Note on Pronunciation:[/b] I will sometimes use the Þ/þ ([url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thorn_%28letter%29]Thorn[/url]) and Ð/ð ([url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eth]Eth[/url]) characters in dragon names. These are letters used in Old Norse (and in modern Icelandic!), and as my Lair has a loose Old Norse theme, I want to use these letters in my Exalt stories, even if I can't use them officially in names on FR. [indent][u]Pronunciation Guide:[/u] Þ/þ = th as in [i]th[/i]ink Ð/ð = th as in [i]th[/i]at[/indent] [img]http://orig11.deviantart.net/c78d/f/2015/147/9/4/fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.png[/img][color=transparent]x[/color][b]Graphics Credits:[/b] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/site/icons]Arcane Rune[/url] provided by FR. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=30450&tab=dragon&did=2177898]Arcane Flag[/url] made by FR User [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=30450]osiem[/url]. [url=http://ammoth.tumblr.com/post/110092763801]Arcane Divider[/url] made by FR user [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=7807]Ammoth[/url]. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1449587]Tiny Arcane Icon[/url] made by FR user [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=120342]Baelfin[/url]. [IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG][br]
Scholars of the Arcanist
The Exalted of the Lundlaevungar

This is a record of all of the dragons who passed through the Clan of the Lundlaevungar before heading to the Observatory to join the Arcanist. Their lives are pledged to His service, His curiosity, His dreams.

Each Flight’s exalted honours their deity in a different way. Those who serve the Stormcatcher spend their days and nights toiling in the desert for their master, while those devoted to the Gladekeeper tend to the vast wild reaches of the world. The minions of the Shadowbinder do her work through subterfuge and subtle stratagems in all places where darkness creeps, and the acolytes of the Lightweaver contemplate philosophy in her glittering halls. The Icewarden’s devotees guard the Fortress of Ends, while the Windsinger’s explorers map out Sornieth and return with its stories. 379379_350.png

Each Flight’s exalted honours their deity in a different way. Those dragons fortunate enough to join the Arcanist plumb the depths of the universe and seek out the mysteries that lie between the stars. His theories and imaginings will inspire them to ask ever-greater questions and explore the unknown in search of the answers.

There can be no higher calling.


Einmyrir claims that he can see the workings of the Arcanist himself, and wears his devotion on his flanks in the form of gembond. He has pledged the lives of his own hatchlings to the service of his deity, with few exceptions. He also works tirelessly to swell his God's ranks at the Observatory, speaking to dragons who pass by the Lair and convincing them with honeyed words that their lives will be better lived if in service to the Arcanist.

There are those on whom he does not need to work so hard: many of the dragons who pass through the Lundlaevungar were already on the path to the Observatory before they met Einmyrir. He is always pleased to meet these devotees, particularly when they have journeyed from other Flights to join the Arcanist instead of the god of their own element.


arcane_rune_50x50.png x Stories Left to Tell: lots
Directory of the Exalted


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Back in 2013, there was a (pretty cool) trend on Tumblr among Plague Flight users to write ‘exalt stories’ about the dragons they exalted. They were often quite grim (involving extreme mutations, illnesses, etc.) but this inspired me to do something similar. Right before I exalted my first dragon, I think in October 2013, I vowed that every dragon exalted by my hand will have a short piece of writing about them and their journey to the Observatory via my Clan. Whether it’s a lengthy piece of prose, a haiku, a piece of Norse-style verse, a 100 word drabble, a sonnet, or whatever happens to take my fancy at the time ... they will all get something.

Einmyrir's offspring are marked with an Arcane Emblem beside their name: fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.png


fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.pngxPinglist:
Rizuki Solaristigres shanncrafter Cherri SeleneHime Arenfelle ColourOkapi DragonSeeker myrese megalov8nia JadeFlame hyuukiru Orgetzu take2thesky SoftShine

If you want to talk about the stories I post here, please feel free to message me! I'd love to hear what you think. I can certainly add you to the pinglist if you're interested.

fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.pngxA Note on Pronunciation:
I will sometimes use the Þ/þ (Thorn) and Ð/ð (Eth) characters in dragon names. These are letters used in Old Norse (and in modern Icelandic!), and as my Lair has a loose Old Norse theme, I want to use these letters in my Exalt stories, even if I can't use them officially in names on FR.
Pronunciation Guide:
Þ/þ = th as in think
Ð/ð = th as in that

fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.pngxGraphics Credits:
Arcane Rune provided by FR.
Arcane Flag made by FR User osiem.
Arcane Divider made by FR user Ammoth.
Tiny Arcane Icon made by FR user Baelfin.

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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&id=0&tab=dragon&did=849490][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/8495/849490_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Aurgelmir - The Deserter[/b] He crept away in the night. He knew that his family was not truly a part of the Clan. Though they were not kept in servitude, he could bear it no longer. He wanted to belong. The doors of the Observatory stand open, like a mouth waiting to devour the Exalted. Aurgelmir’s winter coat was growing in, and he felt it lift as gooseflesh crawled over his skin - anticipation; fear; a primal response to the energies that swirled and clouded the centre of the Arcanist’s domain. He paused and looked back. There was a chance he would never see his family again - his mother, his father. His brother. Yet the door to the Arcanist’s sanctum called to him. It felt like being called home. He turned his back on his past - on his family, and the Clan that had never accepted him - and entered. [br][IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG][br] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=849489][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/8495/849489_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Buri - The Follower[/b] When Buri learned that his brother Aurgelmir had gone to the Observatory, he had no choice but to follow. It was his duty, as the elder brother, to protect Aurgelmir. Neither of his parents protected. Both Audhumbla and Ymir were already planning to go after their son as well - into the arms of the Arcanist, even though they had been born under the protection of the Shadowbinder. They went together to the Observatory. The rest of the Clan did not follow. Buri looked back on the threshold, taking in the world and thinking of all that he was giving up. He would never again feel the thrill of the hunt, the terror of battle, the heady rush of love. He would never know what it was to have children of his own. Instead, he was to devote himself to study, to words on a page, to the silence of a library or the emptiness of space. Regret burned in his heart. Yet this was Aurgelmir’s choice. His brother was his brother - and that bond was more important than hopes and dreams. He turned and walked into the Observatory with his head held high. [br][IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG][br] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=623412][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/6235/623412_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Audhumbla - The Mother[/b] Audhumbla’s egg was found on the outskirts of the Clan’s territory, glowing dimly in the shadows, its light almost extinguished. They brought her back to the Lair and hatched her - but she always felt like an interloper. She went willingly into the Arcanist’s service, following her youngest son into the Observatory without a thought for herself. Now she finds solace from the Arcanist’s tedium in the slow rotation of the stars. The endless void above is as dark as the Shadowbinder’s flank, and it brings her comfort. She tracks the stars and encloses the information into charts and ledgers. All the while her eyes are drawn to the spaces in between, the darkness, and she longs to fly up, up, up into it until she is at last a part of the shadow. Yet that cannot come to pass. She is the Arcanist’s now. [br][IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG][br] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=646139][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/6462/646139_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Ymir - The Furious[/b] Ymir had no choice. His tiny family - his Clan, the only dragons he truly cared for, the dragons he had planned to take away from the Crystalspine Reaches and back, back to the Tangled Wood from whence he and Audhumbla must have come. They threw away their lives in service of the Arcanist - the Arcanist, not the Shadowbinder, and the thought of it stuck in his throat. Yet Ymir is nothing if not loyal. His love for his mate and his sons is fiercer even than his love for the Shadowbinder. And so he went with them. Snarling, resisting, cursing with every step - but he joined them in the Observatory. Now his eyes grow dim as he reads over the Arcanist’s runes and scriptures. His claws and teeth are blunted. Yet his fury remains, burning hot and fierce, and though he will not be provoked to a physical fight - he learned the dire consequences of that in the first days - he will lash any who approach him with his tongue. He is with his family. That is enough. And yet it will never be enough to soothe his regret. [br][IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG][br] [size=2]For some reason, the site had a blip and said, “This dragon is ineligible for exaltation” instead of “This dragon has been exalted” when I was exalting Aurgelmir. Then when I refreshed he was already gone! :S I was going to enter an Exaltation Raffle him, so I was deeply unimpressed with that, haha! Hence his title, “The Deserter”. ;)[/size] [br]
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Aurgelmir - The Deserter

He crept away in the night. He knew that his family was not truly a part of the Clan. Though they were not kept in servitude, he could bear it no longer. He wanted to belong.

The doors of the Observatory stand open, like a mouth waiting to devour the Exalted. Aurgelmir’s winter coat was growing in, and he felt it lift as gooseflesh crawled over his skin - anticipation; fear; a primal response to the energies that swirled and clouded the centre of the Arcanist’s domain. He paused and looked back. There was a chance he would never see his family again - his mother, his father. His brother.

Yet the door to the Arcanist’s sanctum called to him. It felt like being called home.

He turned his back on his past - on his family, and the Clan that had never accepted him - and entered.


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Buri - The Follower

When Buri learned that his brother Aurgelmir had gone to the Observatory, he had no choice but to follow. It was his duty, as the elder brother, to protect Aurgelmir.

Neither of his parents protected. Both Audhumbla and Ymir were already planning to go after their son as well - into the arms of the Arcanist, even though they had been born under the protection of the Shadowbinder. They went together to the Observatory. The rest of the Clan did not follow.

Buri looked back on the threshold, taking in the world and thinking of all that he was giving up. He would never again feel the thrill of the hunt, the terror of battle, the heady rush of love. He would never know what it was to have children of his own. Instead, he was to devote himself to study, to words on a page, to the silence of a library or the emptiness of space.

Regret burned in his heart. Yet this was Aurgelmir’s choice. His brother was his brother - and that bond was more important than hopes and dreams.

He turned and walked into the Observatory with his head held high.


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Audhumbla - The Mother

Audhumbla’s egg was found on the outskirts of the Clan’s territory, glowing dimly in the shadows, its light almost extinguished. They brought her back to the Lair and hatched her - but she always felt like an interloper.

She went willingly into the Arcanist’s service, following her youngest son into the Observatory without a thought for herself.

Now she finds solace from the Arcanist’s tedium in the slow rotation of the stars. The endless void above is as dark as the Shadowbinder’s flank, and it brings her comfort.

She tracks the stars and encloses the information into charts and ledgers. All the while her eyes are drawn to the spaces in between, the darkness, and she longs to fly up, up, up into it until she is at last a part of the shadow.

Yet that cannot come to pass. She is the Arcanist’s now.


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Ymir - The Furious

Ymir had no choice.

His tiny family - his Clan, the only dragons he truly cared for, the dragons he had planned to take away from the Crystalspine Reaches and back, back to the Tangled Wood from whence he and Audhumbla must have come. They threw away their lives in service of the Arcanist - the Arcanist, not the Shadowbinder, and the thought of it stuck in his throat.

Yet Ymir is nothing if not loyal. His love for his mate and his sons is fiercer even than his love for the Shadowbinder. And so he went with them.

Snarling, resisting, cursing with every step - but he joined them in the Observatory.

Now his eyes grow dim as he reads over the Arcanist’s runes and scriptures. His claws and teeth are blunted.

Yet his fury remains, burning hot and fierce, and though he will not be provoked to a physical fight - he learned the dire consequences of that in the first days - he will lash any who approach him with his tongue.

He is with his family. That is enough.

And yet it will never be enough to soothe his regret.


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For some reason, the site had a blip and said, “This dragon is ineligible for exaltation” instead of “This dragon has been exalted” when I was exalting Aurgelmir. Then when I refreshed he was already gone! :S I was going to enter an Exaltation Raffle him, so I was deeply unimpressed with that, haha! Hence his title, “The Deserter”. ;)

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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=692983] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/6930/692983_350.png[/img][/url] [img]http://orig11.deviantart.net/c78d/f/2015/147/9/4/fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.png[/img][color=transparent]x[/color][b]Bruni – The Offering[/b] Bruni, son of Einmyrir. Bright. Brilliant. Bred for exaltation. Like all of Loki and Angrboda’s children, Einmyrir was touched by the Arcanist. However, unlike many of his siblings, he was changed not physically, but mentally. He hatched with an obsessive loyalty to the Arcanist – a need to push towards his deity’s Dominance above all others. Bruni was never shielded from this as he grew from a hatchling to an adult. His mother, Ena, tried to give him as normal an upbringing as possible. She encouraged him to leave the Clan for a time – to live a little. While staying with another Arcane clan, he met [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=196807]Neptune[/url] and the two had [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=940789]hatchlings[/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=940792]together[/url]. However, Buri could not escape his fate. He knew what his father expected of him. Shortly after his clutch hatched, he returned home one final time. The whole Clan accompanied Bruni and his sister Brenna to the Observatory. They were the first of Loki’s kin to be exalted to the Arcanist. There was a melancholy air to the goodbyes, but at the same time Bruni could feel his family’s pride. His father’s joy. His own happiness. His whole life had been building up to this. He had trained and studied hard, so that he could assist the Arcanist in whatever way He saw fit. As he turned away from his family for the last time, he felt a heady rush of excitement. Unable to wait for his sister, he took flight, spiraling and cavorting through the air until he fluttered through the Observatory’s doors. He was where he belonged. [br][IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG][br] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=692984] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/6930/692984_350.png[/img][/url] [img]http://orig11.deviantart.net/c78d/f/2015/147/9/4/fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.png[/img][color=transparent]x[/color][b]Brenna – The Champion[/b] Like her brother, Brenna always knew that she was destined to be exalted to the Arcanist, to glorify Him. It was her Father’s plan for both of them – for all of his offspring. However, where Bruni was academic and gifted with Breath, Brenna had no such talent with words and scriptures. Instead, she has used her protective nature to her advantage, and from an early age went on scavenging and hunting trips with the rest of the clan, honing her skills in battle. She may not be able to help the Arcanist in His research, but she will protect His borders and His dominance to her last breath. On the day of Bruni’s return, the clan made their way to the Observatory to say farewell to the both of them. They were the first of Loki’s kin – his first grandchildren, his only grandchildren at the time. It was therefore a sorrowful occasion, for all present knew that they would never see Bruni and Brenna again once they passed through the Observatory’s doors. Brenna said her goodbyes, and watched with a smile as her brother flew into the Arcanist’s embrace without a doubt in his heart. The sight steeled her for what was to come. She bowed her head in deference to her elders, and then walked slowly forwards, into the darkness of the Observatory. It took every ounce of hard-learned self-control she possessed not to look back. This was what she was hatched to do, what her Father had always expected of her; she would show no weakness. Now she stands statue-still on guard, her eyes and the eyes of her fellow guardians fixed on the ground below the Observatory. Their muscles are tensed and ready for any who might challenge Him. She waits, knowing that one day she will be needed. Knowing that there is a war coming. Knowing that one day her life will be extinguished in His service. She would have it no other way. [br] [IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG]

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fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.pngxBruni – The Offering

Bruni, son of Einmyrir. Bright. Brilliant. Bred for exaltation.

Like all of Loki and Angrboda’s children, Einmyrir was touched by the Arcanist. However, unlike many of his siblings, he was changed not physically, but mentally. He hatched with an obsessive loyalty to the Arcanist – a need to push towards his deity’s Dominance above all others.

Bruni was never shielded from this as he grew from a hatchling to an adult. His mother, Ena, tried to give him as normal an upbringing as possible. She encouraged him to leave the Clan for a time – to live a little. While staying with another Arcane clan, he met Neptune and the two had hatchlings together.

However, Buri could not escape his fate. He knew what his father expected of him. Shortly after his clutch hatched, he returned home one final time.

The whole Clan accompanied Bruni and his sister Brenna to the Observatory. They were the first of Loki’s kin to be exalted to the Arcanist.

There was a melancholy air to the goodbyes, but at the same time Bruni could feel his family’s pride. His father’s joy. His own happiness.

His whole life had been building up to this. He had trained and studied hard, so that he could assist the Arcanist in whatever way He saw fit. As he turned away from his family for the last time, he felt a heady rush of excitement.

Unable to wait for his sister, he took flight, spiraling and cavorting through the air until he fluttered through the Observatory’s doors.

He was where he belonged.


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fr__arcane_by_baelfin-d8uyn6b.pngxBrenna – The Champion

Like her brother, Brenna always knew that she was destined to be exalted to the Arcanist, to glorify Him. It was her Father’s plan for both of them – for all of his offspring.

However, where Bruni was academic and gifted with Breath, Brenna had no such talent with words and scriptures. Instead, she has used her protective nature to her advantage, and from an early age went on scavenging and hunting trips with the rest of the clan, honing her skills in battle.

She may not be able to help the Arcanist in His research, but she will protect His borders and His dominance to her last breath.

On the day of Bruni’s return, the clan made their way to the Observatory to say farewell to the both of them. They were the first of Loki’s kin – his first grandchildren, his only grandchildren at the time. It was therefore a sorrowful occasion, for all present knew that they would never see Bruni and Brenna again once they passed through the Observatory’s doors.

Brenna said her goodbyes, and watched with a smile as her brother flew into the Arcanist’s embrace without a doubt in his heart.

The sight steeled her for what was to come. She bowed her head in deference to her elders, and then walked slowly forwards, into the darkness of the Observatory. It took every ounce of hard-learned self-control she possessed not to look back. This was what she was hatched to do, what her Father had always expected of her; she would show no weakness.

Now she stands statue-still on guard, her eyes and the eyes of her fellow guardians fixed on the ground below the Observatory. Their muscles are tensed and ready for any who might challenge Him.

She waits, knowing that one day she will be needed. Knowing that there is a war coming.

Knowing that one day her life will be extinguished in His service.

She would have it no other way.


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Hakon – The Chosen

They brought him into the clan, shivering, barely old enough to walk. They chose him because of his looks: wings as green as the Windsinger, body the colour of the Arcanist. They took him to the Observatory and left him on the steps, urging him from a few steps back to enter.

He knew no better than to obey. Tiny in the mouth of the Arcanist’s domain, he slinked forward on his belly, looking back at his new Clan for reassurance with every step.

The last thing he saw of the outside world was how pleased they were with him.

It is a thought that buoys his heart when the endless, unforgiving study weights him down.


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Kari – The Sacrifice

She came into the world and was whisked away from the Clan into which she was born. Still blinking the gelatinous albumen from her eyes, she was deposited on the cold stone of the Observatory steps.

The Arcane Sprites collected her, brought her in, wiped her clean and warmed her by the Arcanist’s candles. He cradled her in His hands – so frail and delicate, yet sure enough to hold her when she squirmed. His face – great and strange and terrible – looked down upon her, and He seemed to smile. He stroked the tender membranes of her wings, the soft and still malleable plates over her throat. Kindly. Gently.

She will know no other life than this, will have no other master – no other parent – than Him.

He set her down carefully among a small clutch of newly-hatched dragons, piled in a contented heap beside the tomb that currently held the Arcanist’s attention. Then he kept reading, pausing occasionally to stroke one hand over their tiny bodies, the touch note quite enough to take them but enough to soothe whatever dreams held the hatchlings in their grip.

Say what you will of the Arcanist. But never doubt that He takes care of His children.


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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=936019] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=38&bodygene=0&breed=4&element=8&gender=1&tert=33&tertgene=0&winggene=0&wings=7&auth=52ac8d88affa9dccdce2cee2cec56d67a292d892&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url] [b]Alva – The Lit[/b] She came from the Light. That was all they knew. The wanted to give her a purpose, and so they sent her to the Arcanist. He took her – he will take any who are lost – and set her amongst the books and telescopes of the Observatory. She remains there. Reading. Learning. Searching. She will not look through the telescope. There is too much darkness there for one of the Light Flight’s children to bear. Instead she takes His scrolls out into the sun, and studies there, catching the light on her dark wings and carrying its warmth back inside with her when she is inexorably called back into the candlelit dark of His sanctum. [br][IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG][br] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=946178] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=67&bodygene=0&breed=1&element=2&gender=1&tert=48&tertgene=0&winggene=0&wings=32&auth=53ab044e6f609ba6d4d01db530255f04b7228642&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url] [b]Kvilla – The Sick[/b] She was Plagueborn. She was not intended for long in the world. The clan took her from her home and sent her to the Observatory. For the Arcanist needs something to study. A runt addled with the Plagebringer’s touch is as good a subject as any. Better, perhaps. If He can fathom the disease that runs rife beneath her skin and in her very flesh and bone, perhaps we will be stronger. More resistant. Better. [br][IMG]http://imgur.com/i79pUJC.png[/IMG][br] [size=2]These dragons were exalted on behalf of [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=339]Arch[/url].[/size] [br]

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Alva – The Lit

She came from the Light. That was all they knew.

The wanted to give her a purpose, and so they sent her to the Arcanist. He took her – he will take any who are lost – and set her amongst the books and telescopes of the Observatory.

She remains there. Reading. Learning. Searching.

She will not look through the telescope. There is too much darkness there for one of the Light Flight’s children to bear. Instead she takes His scrolls out into the sun, and studies there, catching the light on her dark wings and carrying its warmth back inside with her when she is inexorably called back into the candlelit dark of His sanctum.


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Kvilla – The Sick

She was Plagueborn. She was not intended for long in the world.

The clan took her from her home and sent her to the Observatory. For the Arcanist needs something to study. A runt addled with the Plagebringer’s touch is as good a subject as any.

Better, perhaps. If He can fathom the disease that runs rife beneath her skin and in her very flesh and bone, perhaps we will be stronger. More resistant.

Better.


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These dragons were exalted on behalf of Arch.

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Whoa. This is really cool. I have to do this too.
@Lundlaeva

Whoa. This is really cool. I have to do this too.
http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/gde/2409349
@VoxxVoleur Thanks, I'm glad you like it! :D Good luck if you do decide to write about your exaltlings. ^-^ I've found it's certainly a lot of fun!
@VoxxVoleur Thanks, I'm glad you like it! :D Good luck if you do decide to write about your exaltlings. ^-^ I've found it's certainly a lot of fun!
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=887098] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/8871/887098_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Augflekkr – The Unhappy[/b] He was too beautiful to belong to the Plague, and yet that was where he was hatched. His shining scales were a perfect contrast to his dusky wings – and yet, they too set him apart. He could not simply draw them in to hide himself. He came to the Clan only briefly, and was given shelter and sustenance. They saw that he was unhappy. He spoke with Einmyrir often, in the few days he spent with the Clan. Einmyrir, whose eyes were softly focused on the world, who claimed to be able to see the Arcane energies that pulsed through the Crystalspine Reaches and rose up in plumes from the Starwood Strand. For whom there was only the Arcanist. He preached to Augflekkr – he of the eye-spots – of the Arcanist, until his dreams were plagued not by monstrous images of illness, but by the soft whisper of parchment, the scritch of the quill across the page. The dim light of thick and stubby candles, guttering and feeble; or the gentle starlight of a moonless night. The kind of light he could hide in. So he volunteered himself, and went willingly to the Arcanist. As he padded into the Observatory, there was no uncertainty in his gait. His dreams had told him that this was the kind of place where his looks would go unremarked. Why even notice a dragon’s appearance, when there were visions and dreams, and endless reams of information to catch your interest? He found peace in the shadow of the Arcanist’s wings. [br]

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Augflekkr – The Unhappy

He was too beautiful to belong to the Plague, and yet that was where he was hatched. His shining scales were a perfect contrast to his dusky wings – and yet, they too set him apart. He could not simply draw them in to hide himself.

He came to the Clan only briefly, and was given shelter and sustenance. They saw that he was unhappy.

He spoke with Einmyrir often, in the few days he spent with the Clan. Einmyrir, whose eyes were softly focused on the world, who claimed to be able to see the Arcane energies that pulsed through the Crystalspine Reaches and rose up in plumes from the Starwood Strand. For whom there was only the Arcanist.

He preached to Augflekkr – he of the eye-spots – of the Arcanist, until his dreams were plagued not by monstrous images of illness, but by the soft whisper of parchment, the scritch of the quill across the page. The dim light of thick and stubby candles, guttering and feeble; or the gentle starlight of a moonless night. The kind of light he could hide in.

So he volunteered himself, and went willingly to the Arcanist. As he padded into the Observatory, there was no uncertainty in his gait. His dreams had told him that this was the kind of place where his looks would go unremarked. Why even notice a dragon’s appearance, when there were visions and dreams, and endless reams of information to catch your interest?

He found peace in the shadow of the Arcanist’s wings.

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@Lundlaeva this is beautiful, gosh
if there's a pinglist for this,could I be on it please?
@Lundlaeva this is beautiful, gosh
if there's a pinglist for this,could I be on it please?
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@shanncrafter Aw, thank you so much! I didn't really think anyone would be that interested, but I can certainly create a pinglist and put you on it. :)

I'm currently planning on updating daily for about a month, until I have the Tumblr backlog crossposted here - but I imagine daily pings would get annoying so I won't do that (unless you want me to). I'll probably send out a weekly reminder instead, and then when everything's up here I can do pings whenever I upload a new piece. (The pace will slow down significantly once I've finished crossposting, as I then will have to start actually writing new stuff!)
@shanncrafter Aw, thank you so much! I didn't really think anyone would be that interested, but I can certainly create a pinglist and put you on it. :)

I'm currently planning on updating daily for about a month, until I have the Tumblr backlog crossposted here - but I imagine daily pings would get annoying so I won't do that (unless you want me to). I'll probably send out a weekly reminder instead, and then when everything's up here I can do pings whenever I upload a new piece. (The pace will slow down significantly once I've finished crossposting, as I then will have to start actually writing new stuff!)
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