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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9244280] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/92443/9244280_350.png[/img] [/url] Atris was not amused. - Someone's clearly messing with us. That paiting was taken form a museum and buried here by somebody. They think that they are funny... They even left this piece of paper, label used by museum. Other artifacts were way more interesting. Birds, in form of statue of white crow, and in form of weird mirror. Cult perhaps?

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Atris was not amused.
- Someone's clearly messing with us. That paiting was taken form a museum and buried here by somebody. They think that they are funny... They even left this piece of paper, label used by museum.
Other artifacts were way more interesting. Birds, in form of statue of white crow, and in form of weird mirror. Cult perhaps?
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23044890] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/230449/23044890_350.png[/img] [/url] "Let's forget that ever happened, okay?" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21958937] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/219590/21958937_350.png[/img] [/url] "Already one step ahead of you." Miranda hands Cymbeline a bottle of bleach, which the nocturne gratefully accepts. Turning her attention back to the artifacts, Miranda slowly glances at each piece. Her eyes gloss over, and she fondly caresses the edge of the mirror. She sighs, lost in thought, an expression of bliss on her face. Cymbeline replaces the cap on the bottle and joins the other dragon. Agatha makes frantic motions with her claws, but the dragons ignore her. Cymbeline quizzically looks at Miranda. Running a hand up and down her face, he asks, "Are you okay? Fantasizing about world domination again? Hello? Sornieth to Miranda!" Miranda turns to Cymbeline and smiles, "These things, they remind me of my childhood," she heads over to the booth and picks up the stuffed white crow, letting it perch on her shoulders, "Let me show you what this is all about." She turns to face Cymbeline, an unsettling smirk on her face. Her eyes shine with manic glee as she grabs the mirror and the chest that contained the items. [i]"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, What shall speed the reaper's call?"[/i] The mirror flashes and groans, it's surface bubbling and popping like an infectious sore. A strange purple liquid slowly oozes out from the mirror into the trunk. Miranda cackles maniacally. Thunder can be heard roaring in the distance. [i]"Start now with the recipe Add the bark of an apple tree,"[/i] She grabs the torn parchment and throws it into the chest. The liquid turns a sickly yellow. The painting soon follows, and sparks fly from the chest, hitting a frantic Agatha in the face. [i]Death's failed herald; next in line Feathers bleached with life divine And by time's relentless rage Hardened petal cracked with age"[/i] The stuffed crow is plucked from her shoulders and thrown in the treasure chest, the liquid erupting with a groan. Next, what appears to be a scale is thrown in . The liquid bubbles frantically, then coalesces into a think yellow gunk. [i]"And to end, a little price From the witch, a sacrifice."[/i] Miranda spits into the treasure chest. The gunk stretches and pulls, expanding until it reaches over the chest. It explodes in a shower of sparks and a cacophony of sound. At the bottom of the chest, where the slime used to be, lies a single slice of lemon meringue pie. Miranda smiles at the pie, satisfied. She turns to Cymbeline, who is in the fetal position, holding a frantic Agatha in his death grasp, "The mirror and the chest are a part of the 'Pretty Little Witches' cooking set. My parents got me one when I was little. All you have to do is say the magic words, 'Mirror, mirror, on the wall,' and the mirror makes a you a goop. Throw five random pieces of trash into it and you get a lemon meringue pie." Miranda smiles fondly at the pie before taking a bite, "Still tastes like home. I remember getting stomachaches from making and eating too many of these. Plus, the kit gave me lots of practice for my world domination speech." Cymbeline shakily gets to his feet, releasing Agatha, "You must have been an interesting child." The exasperated snipper begins to gesticulate wildly towards the docks. Cymbeline stares after her. "Hey Miranda, where's Donalbain?"

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"Let's forget that ever happened, okay?"

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"Already one step ahead of you." Miranda hands Cymbeline a bottle of bleach, which the nocturne gratefully accepts.

Turning her attention back to the artifacts, Miranda slowly glances at each piece. Her eyes gloss over, and she fondly caresses the edge of the mirror. She sighs, lost in thought, an expression of bliss on her face.

Cymbeline replaces the cap on the bottle and joins the other dragon. Agatha makes frantic motions with her claws, but the dragons ignore her.

Cymbeline quizzically looks at Miranda. Running a hand up and down her face, he asks, "Are you okay? Fantasizing about world domination again? Hello? Sornieth to Miranda!"

Miranda turns to Cymbeline and smiles, "These things, they remind me of my childhood," she heads over to the booth and picks up the stuffed white crow, letting it perch on her shoulders, "Let me show you what this is all about."

She turns to face Cymbeline, an unsettling smirk on her face. Her eyes shine with manic glee as she grabs the mirror and the chest that contained the items.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
What shall speed the reaper's call?"


The mirror flashes and groans, it's surface bubbling and popping like an infectious sore. A strange purple liquid slowly oozes out from the mirror into the trunk. Miranda cackles maniacally. Thunder can be heard roaring in the distance.

"Start now with the recipe
Add the bark of an apple tree,"


She grabs the torn parchment and throws it into the chest. The liquid turns a sickly yellow. The painting soon follows, and sparks fly from the chest, hitting a frantic Agatha in the face.

Death's failed herald; next in line
Feathers bleached with life divine
And by time's relentless rage
Hardened petal cracked with age"


The stuffed crow is plucked from her shoulders and thrown in the treasure chest, the liquid erupting with a groan. Next, what appears to be a scale is thrown in . The liquid bubbles frantically, then coalesces into a think yellow gunk.

"And to end, a little price
From the witch, a sacrifice."


Miranda spits into the treasure chest. The gunk stretches and pulls, expanding until it reaches over the chest. It explodes in a shower of sparks and a cacophony of sound. At the bottom of the chest, where the slime used to be, lies a single slice of lemon meringue pie.

Miranda smiles at the pie, satisfied. She turns to Cymbeline, who is in the fetal position, holding a frantic Agatha in his death grasp, "The mirror and the chest are a part of the 'Pretty Little Witches' cooking set. My parents got me one when I was little. All you have to do is say the magic words, 'Mirror, mirror, on the wall,' and the mirror makes a you a goop. Throw five random pieces of trash into it and you get a lemon meringue pie."

Miranda smiles fondly at the pie before taking a bite, "Still tastes like home. I remember getting stomachaches from making and eating too many of these. Plus, the kit gave me lots of practice for my world domination speech."

Cymbeline shakily gets to his feet, releasing Agatha, "You must have been an interesting child."

The exasperated snipper begins to gesticulate wildly towards the docks. Cymbeline stares after her.

"Hey Miranda, where's Donalbain?"




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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=10047883] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/100479/10047883_350.png[/img] [/url] Raine approached the stand warily, still annoyed that he was accused of theft yesterday. Unlike the other days, he wasn't alone. An energetic (is there any other kind?) light blue Spiral followed him. She was his clan's expert on familiars and familiar care and had been very concerned when Raine told her about the familiars found in the chests over the past few days. Together, they approached the stand and looked over the artifacts. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12320535] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/123206/12320535_350.png[/img] [/url] "It's a good thing you brought me today," said Willow. "You were right - they ARE keeping familiars locked away in these chests. It's horrible! How would THEY enjoy being stuck in a closed box for days on end?" Willow turned to the stand. "Excuse me - excuse me. Do you know what you have here? This - this is not a mirror. Well, it's not [i]simply[/i] a mirror. It's an enchanted mirror - and it's alive." She sighed. "It's clear that you need an expert who can identify the rarer familiars, the ones that aren't necessarily what they appear. I heard about the Living Statue that you thought was just a statue." Willow flicked her tail in agitation. "This just simply won't do. I need to have a talk with festival organizers - it's just cruel the way these familiars are being stored." With a huff, she sped off, leaving Raine starting at the Skydancer manning the stand. "Ahem. Well. As for these other artifacts, they also appear to be other items used in the spell by the sorcerer who enchanted the mirror." Raine picked up the Shed Fushia Scale and studied it. "This was one of the spell ingredients, as were the feathers from this crow. And the tattered parchment - though you can barely read it - lists out some of the steps used. Fortunately, it's not all here so no one can recreate the spell." He caught himself staring at the Still Life. "You might want to have someone with magical abilities check that out too. I'm pretty sure it's also enchanted."

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Raine approached the stand warily, still annoyed that he was accused of theft yesterday. Unlike the other days, he wasn't alone. An energetic (is there any other kind?) light blue Spiral followed him. She was his clan's expert on familiars and familiar care and had been very concerned when Raine told her about the familiars found in the chests over the past few days.

Together, they approached the stand and looked over the artifacts.


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"It's a good thing you brought me today," said Willow. "You were right - they ARE keeping familiars locked away in these chests. It's horrible! How would THEY enjoy being stuck in a closed box for days on end?"

Willow turned to the stand. "Excuse me - excuse me. Do you know what you have here? This - this is not a mirror. Well, it's not simply a mirror. It's an enchanted mirror - and it's alive."

She sighed. "It's clear that you need an expert who can identify the rarer familiars, the ones that aren't necessarily what they appear. I heard about the Living Statue that you thought was just a statue."

Willow flicked her tail in agitation. "This just simply won't do. I need to have a talk with festival organizers - it's just cruel the way these familiars are being stored." With a huff, she sped off, leaving Raine starting at the Skydancer manning the stand.

"Ahem. Well. As for these other artifacts, they also appear to be other items used in the spell by the sorcerer who enchanted the mirror."

Raine picked up the Shed Fushia Scale and studied it. "This was one of the spell ingredients, as were the feathers from this crow. And the tattered parchment - though you can barely read it - lists out some of the steps used. Fortunately, it's not all here so no one can recreate the spell."

He caught himself staring at the Still Life. "You might want to have someone with magical abilities check that out too. I'm pretty sure it's also enchanted."
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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19813058] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/198131/19813058_350.png[/img] [/url] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/197.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/197.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/197.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/197.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/197.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/197.png[/img][/center] Ilonka looked at the sheets of paper on the table before her. "What I have here, before us today, is a treaty between the citizens of Hewn City and the dragons from the many territories of the Shifting Expanse." The Pearlcathcher shifted through the documents carefully. "From the aging of the paper, I would postulate that they are from the Second Great Territory War, in which the Lightning Dragons attempted to capture The City. The Light Warriors held their own against the fighting--for months--before finally, the Lightning Dragons finally agreed to sign a peace agreement." Ilonka sighed as she stroke one of the pages lightly. "What exquisite parchment and calligraphy." The dragon placed the papers into her bag and smiled. "I am not sure if anyone else would be interested in them though, so I'll just take them back with me."


Ilonka looked at the sheets of paper on the table before her.

"What I have here, before us today, is a treaty between the citizens of Hewn City and the dragons from the many territories of the Shifting Expanse."

The Pearlcathcher shifted through the documents carefully.

"From the aging of the paper, I would postulate that they are from the Second Great Territory War, in which the Lightning Dragons attempted to capture The City. The Light Warriors held their own against the fighting--for months--before finally, the Lightning Dragons finally agreed to sign a peace agreement."

Ilonka sighed as she stroke one of the pages lightly. "What exquisite parchment and calligraphy."

The dragon placed the papers into her bag and smiled. "I am not sure if anyone else would be interested in them though, so I'll just take them back with me."
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[center][size=6]June 29[/size][/center] [quote]A Maren representative has agreed to speak with community leaders today, arriving with a consort early in the morning to discuss terms and possibly reach a favorable agreement. The Pearlcatcher who greets them looks particularly stressed, hair and glasses askew. Not far from the docks sits a stand dedicated to recent excavation efforts by one of the region’s numerous archaeology organizations. It has been hastily made, no doubt in the wake of this summer’s surprisingly high interest in artifacts. A number of chests, trunks, and boxes sit near the stand, some of them dubiously stacked. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20194322] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/201944/20194322_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Zap herself is at the stand alone today. A large shipment of artifacts has been moved inland, allowing her more space to breathe and sort through things. She lets out a wide yawn. “Ah, you’ve returned. Here,” she says, dumping out the contents of a chest. “More work.” [center][item=Cleaver][item=Golden Silk Veil][item=Hardshell Helmet][item=Scary Storybook][item=Viper's Wing Fans][/center][/quote] Using any or all of the items above, come up with a written or drawn description of what their purpose may once have been! You can draw or write about an artifact, the history of the Hewn City, or even just your character fiddling about and guessing at everything. Almost anything goes so long as the prompt is addressed creatively. Entries are due by 00:40 June 30, allowing 10 minutes past rollover for late submissions. [size=1] @MagpieScholar @CandyPrincess @theroiprocepios @Gheron @Luminaries @Haoang20082 @hat17 @Kizmetto @Valoria @raynefall @mycologist @chezameed @Draginraptor @Zenhugz @Wookiara @ixris @Fortuna @UserOfShadows @Naga @Valyrie @Tarble @iamlurking @PrincessNight @Tsukistar @Lundlaeva @Lundlaeva @harmonywish @Cngx @phooka @Reyka @Tria91 @UnknownConcept @acheronta @JinxMoonstone @WorldOfOurOwn @Katsuokai @Wonderlast @Shadowdawn199 @IronPen @EmeraldDelta @Basilius @winterbell @KraalofBhaga @LadyKnightKatsa @Scatterspark @LadyRiat @Gheron @TesserWings @Saraceaser @Leopardmask @tokayyoshi @Cosi @SunstonePhoenix @Proxima @RRHepburn @NicoleEirin @Steffon @Shad0stryk @beargirl1393 @KitsuneRuna @GhostPaladin @clarax @Irien @MaeveAvrae [/size]
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A Maren representative has agreed to speak with community leaders today, arriving with a consort early in the morning to discuss terms and possibly reach a favorable agreement. The Pearlcatcher who greets them looks particularly stressed, hair and glasses askew.

Not far from the docks sits a stand dedicated to recent excavation efforts by one of the region’s numerous archaeology organizations. It has been hastily made, no doubt in the wake of this summer’s surprisingly high interest in artifacts. A number of chests, trunks, and boxes sit near the stand, some of them dubiously stacked.

Zap herself is at the stand alone today. A large shipment of artifacts has been moved inland, allowing her more space to breathe and sort through things.

She lets out a wide yawn. “Ah, you’ve returned. Here,” she says, dumping out the contents of a chest. “More work.”

Cleaver Golden Silk Veil Hardshell Helmet Scary Storybook Viper's Wing Fans

Using any or all of the items above, come up with a written or drawn description of what their purpose may once have been! You can draw or write about an artifact, the history of the Hewn City, or even just your character fiddling about and guessing at everything. Almost anything goes so long as the prompt is addressed creatively.

Entries are due by 00:40 June 30, allowing 10 minutes past rollover for late submissions.

@MagpieScholar @CandyPrincess @theroiprocepios @Gheron @Luminaries @Haoang20082 @hat17 @Kizmetto @Valoria @raynefall @mycologist @chezameed @Draginraptor @Zenhugz @Wookiara @ixris @Fortuna @UserOfShadows @Naga @Valyrie @Tarble @iamlurking @PrincessNight @Tsukistar @Lundlaeva @Lundlaeva @harmonywish @Cngx @phooka @Reyka @Tria91 @UnknownConcept @acheronta @JinxMoonstone @WorldOfOurOwn @Katsuokai @Wonderlast @Shadowdawn199 @IronPen @EmeraldDelta @Basilius @winterbell @KraalofBhaga @LadyKnightKatsa @Scatterspark @LadyRiat @Gheron @TesserWings @Saraceaser @Leopardmask @tokayyoshi @Cosi @SunstonePhoenix @Proxima @RRHepburn @NicoleEirin @Steffon @Shad0stryk @beargirl1393 @KitsuneRuna @GhostPaladin @clarax @Irien @MaeveAvrae
[center] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1896635/18#post_21052973]June 28th Prompt[/url] [quote] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12170346] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/121704/12170346_350.png[/img] [/url] Neva makes her way towards the tent, eagerly taking it all in. She loves the Light festival - loves the colours, the excitement, the celebration of knowledge. Last year, she came home with too many books to carry in one trip - expanding the Clan's library and her own archives significantly. It was [i]awesome[/i]. Now, though, she has noticed the excavation stand, and is intrigued. Her gaze passes over the collection of items, and her mind kicks into gear. What could these objects be? Her slim, gembond-encursted claws dance over the objects, close to - but not touching - them. The bustle of the harbour seems to fade behind her as she focuses. "And these are from the Hewn City," she murmurs to herself, as if confirming a fact. "Perhaps the mirror was used to draw light into the dark city, to ward off shadows. The feathers of this crow - unusually bright. A promise of light, a guide in the night? And this scale. Unusual, what purpose would it have served?" She continues mumbling to herself, wising she had her reference books with her. She pulls out a small notebook from between her feathers and begins jotting down some notes. Then she looks up at the stand's attendant and offers a smile. "I'll get back to you if I have any great ideas!" she promises. [/quote][/center] this is my first day participating! i hope it's okay :)
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Neva makes her way towards the tent, eagerly taking it all in. She loves the Light festival - loves the colours, the excitement, the celebration of knowledge. Last year, she came home with too many books to carry in one trip - expanding the Clan's library and her own archives significantly. It was awesome.

Now, though, she has noticed the excavation stand, and is intrigued. Her gaze passes over the collection of items, and her mind kicks into gear. What could these objects be? Her slim, gembond-encursted claws dance over the objects, close to - but not touching - them. The bustle of the harbour seems to fade behind her as she focuses. "And these are from the Hewn City," she murmurs to herself, as if confirming a fact.

"Perhaps the mirror was used to draw light into the dark city, to ward off shadows. The feathers of this crow - unusually bright. A promise of light, a guide in the night? And this scale. Unusual, what purpose would it have served?"

She continues mumbling to herself, wising she had her reference books with her. She pulls out a small notebook from between her feathers and begins jotting down some notes. Then she looks up at the stand's attendant and offers a smile. "I'll get back to you if I have any great ideas!" she promises.


this is my first day participating! i hope it's okay :)
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[center] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1896635/20#post_21076442]June 29th Prompt[/url] [quote] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12170346] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/121704/12170346_350.png[/img] [/url] Neva returns the next day eagerly; she had found a clue for the previous day's artifacts. But when she arrives at the table, there are more artifacts to examine. She glances at the book first, wanting to paw through it but resisting the urge. It takes her a moment but then she recognizes the title - although this is an edition she has never before seen. Exquisite detail on the cover, and elegant writing curling the letters glowing faintly along the spine. Her eyes widen, and she glances at the attendant, a Nocturne with wise eyes. Neva leans towards the chocolate-and-maize, excitement hitching her breath. "Have you ever heard the tale of the Dancer and the Warrior?" she asked. After a moment she continues, gesturing towards the other artifacts on the table alongside the book. "An ancient tale. Perhaps a story about the deities, or maybe just two powerful beings from long ago. Siblings, lovers, enemies - it is unclear. One, a graceful, talented Dancer. She wore silks - like this." Neva pointed to the Golden Veil, a little dusty but still glittering in the light. "She sang, as well, and would perform to recordings of her own making. I am told it was a sight to behold, captivating, enchanting. Deadly, even, for dragons in the audience would forget to sleep and drink and eat, and would soon pass away standing where they were. She would dance for days without rest - she did not need rest. She took sustenance from those watching her dance; perhaps she drained their energy. I do not know." A pause. "And the Warrior. A strong, solid being. Often seen with a striking helment - like this." Neva then pointed to the Hardshell. "Nobody really knew what the Warrior looked like, for she was always hidden behind her armour. She could battle for a straight week without tiring, or so they say. The thrill of the fight drove her forward, and she did not feel hunger or pain, she did not tire. "It was a time of magnificent specimens. They say there is only so much space in the world for such magnificence. With certainty, the two clashed. The Warrior and the Dancer; one fought with wicked-sharp weapons, rusted with time and threatening a fatal bite. The other fought with elegant wing fans that dazzled and confused the enemy. The two came together and it is said they fought for longer than the moons' full turn. They were equal, a match. There was no beating the other - for one step forward was mirrored and met. The battle raged until the two grew bored, and called a momentary truce. From there, no dragon knows. Perhaps they made peace. Perhaps they went their separate ways. If they still exist to this day, they have slumbered for a long while, giving the world release from their magnificence. Some say the two dragonesses will return when the world draws to its end. Some say the story is just that - a story. A work of fiction." Neva shrugs. "It is not for me to say. But what I can say - well, either this is a piece of their legend. Or a dragon from long ago was really in love with this tale, and collected pieces to reflect the story." She looks up, meets the Nocturne's gaze, and smiles. "What say you?" [/quote][/center] oh my goSH I started writing and couldn't stop and I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. might post it on tumblr and link it to my lore thread, because. just because. :P I'm too tired to go back and edit it rn so please excuse any typos and all that ^^; edit- I read it over and made edits anyway lol. :P
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Neva returns the next day eagerly; she had found a clue for the previous day's artifacts. But when she arrives at the table, there are more artifacts to examine.

She glances at the book first, wanting to paw through it but resisting the urge. It takes her a moment but then she recognizes the title - although this is an edition she has never before seen. Exquisite detail on the cover, and elegant writing curling the letters glowing faintly along the spine. Her eyes widen, and she glances at the attendant, a Nocturne with wise eyes. Neva leans towards the chocolate-and-maize, excitement hitching her breath. "Have you ever heard the tale of the Dancer and the Warrior?" she asked. After a moment she continues, gesturing towards the other artifacts on the table alongside the book.

"An ancient tale. Perhaps a story about the deities, or maybe just two powerful beings from long ago. Siblings, lovers, enemies - it is unclear. One, a graceful, talented Dancer. She wore silks - like this." Neva pointed to the Golden Veil, a little dusty but still glittering in the light. "She sang, as well, and would perform to recordings of her own making. I am told it was a sight to behold, captivating, enchanting. Deadly, even, for dragons in the audience would forget to sleep and drink and eat, and would soon pass away standing where they were. She would dance for days without rest - she did not need rest. She took sustenance from those watching her dance; perhaps she drained their energy. I do not know."

A pause.

"And the Warrior. A strong, solid being. Often seen with a striking helment - like this." Neva then pointed to the Hardshell. "Nobody really knew what the Warrior looked like, for she was always hidden behind her armour. She could battle for a straight week without tiring, or so they say. The thrill of the fight drove her forward, and she did not feel hunger or pain, she did not tire.

"It was a time of magnificent specimens. They say there is only so much space in the world for such magnificence. With certainty, the two clashed. The Warrior and the Dancer; one fought with wicked-sharp weapons, rusted with time and threatening a fatal bite. The other fought with elegant wing fans that dazzled and confused the enemy. The two came together and it is said they fought for longer than the moons' full turn. They were equal, a match. There was no beating the other - for one step forward was mirrored and met. The battle raged until the two grew bored, and called a momentary truce.

From there, no dragon knows. Perhaps they made peace. Perhaps they went their separate ways. If they still exist to this day, they have slumbered for a long while, giving the world release from their magnificence. Some say the two dragonesses will return when the world draws to its end. Some say the story is just that - a story. A work of fiction."

Neva shrugs. "It is not for me to say. But what I can say - well, either this is a piece of their legend. Or a dragon from long ago was really in love with this tale, and collected pieces to reflect the story." She looks up, meets the Nocturne's gaze, and smiles. "What say you?"

oh my goSH I started writing and couldn't stop and I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

might post it on tumblr and link it to my lore thread, because. just because. :P
I'm too tired to go back and edit it rn so please excuse any typos and all that ^^;
edit- I read it over and made edits anyway lol. :P
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Ah yes, I've seen these before! They were used all the time to ensure messages didn't fall into the wrong claws! It's an...

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[center][size=5]June 29th prompt[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20055137] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/200552/20055137_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Jace was greatly enjoying this Brightshine. All the drama about the ghost of the first emperor, the fabled black pearl, it was so exciting! Thankfully he was allowed to take leave for the festival. The expedition could cook for themselves for a while, surely. As he wandered, Jace came across a cluttered stand. The nocturne behind the countertop greeted him roughly, mistaking him for another dragon. Jace had barely opened his mouth to say so when he saw the artifacts on the table. The nocturne looked at him expectantly. "Well? No guesses this time?" Not willing to pass up a chance to try and piece together history, he looked down at the items below. After a moment, he looked back up at the nocturne. "Well, it looks like you had quite a champion here. All of these artifacts point to an esteemed pit fighter. The book- if I can look though it- oh thank you- is an Arena Book. They were kept by game masters particularly in Light arenas. They have records of every fighter's battles: dates, weapons, armor, opponents... it's all in here," he tapped the cover with a claw. "There aren't that many left, unfortunately, because fighters that died in the pits often had their records tossed out. Record books that were kept, either by a champion's patrons or the freed champion themselves often just... deteriorated over time. "This particular book has the records of a very skilled champion, probably almost a legend in her time. Arena Books would often list a champion's patron, if the patron was a significant member of the community, and this fighter here, Azur of the Fire, had not one patron, but two. "This is actually reflected in some of the other artifacts here. These fans-" Jace gestured to the large pair of red and black fans, "are decorative wing fans; they'd be worn outside of the arena- too delicate and easily damaged to fight in. Of course, there were some bladed wing fans, but the Arena Book never lists Azur fighting with them. These are also very finely decorated and if you look closely, they show traces of silver accents on the viper." Jace traced a grey-ish area on the fans where the silver might once have been. "Fans like these were a mark of status and of claim. The viper in red and silver was very clearly someone's emblem, and seeing the level of extreme detail as well as the silver accents, we can assume that their patron was rather higher class. This was also a claim, as the champion wearing the fans was now publicly known as their patron's fighter. "I did mention that Azur here did have two patrons. Even if this wasn't recorded in her Arena Book, knowing that these items all came from her- they did, right?" Jace suddenly paused, looking up at the dragon behind the counter, who nodded. He continued, "Ah, good. Obviously the veil-" he picked it up in his claws, as if Zap might've forgotten, "is gold while the fans-" once again, Jace gestured to the red fans, "had silver trim. These would not have come from the same dragon as that would mean mixing metals in an emblem which was against the rules of emblazoning but that's beyond the point. "Now, this veil is actually pretty interesting. If- ah, let me see something here..." Jace put the veil back down on the table and grabbed the spiked helmet instead. He flipped it upside down and looked on the inside before muttering a small "aha!" and flipping the helmet right side up again. "See here on this helmet, there's a little divot on the inside, look, and it fits the gem on the veil quite nicely. On the sides here-" he rotated the helmet, pointing out a small hook on each side of the helmet, "-are small pegs to attach the sides of the veil to. This, like the fans, would not have been worn in combat- no no no, decoration only. The veil and helmet together would be worn on a Champion's Parade, which was a special festival thrown for the winning fighter of a large tournament. The veil on its own would be worn much like the fans- in public as a claim. "Given that it can be attached to the helmet, it is likely that both were given by the same patron- and a rich one at that. This gem is actually of quality, which is surprising given that it would be worn inside a helmet. Also, though this veil might look like silk at first glance, if you look you can see that it's actually a very fine chainmail. The small dangly bits are little buttons of gold and the larger chain suspending the veil itself is made of white gold, which was believed to be a 'purified' form of gold, which was widely considered to be solid sunlight." Jace paused for breath, not noticing the bored and slightly stunned expression on Zap's face. "Now, last item on the table... "The cleaver. This is the most obvious. It is a weapon mostly of brute force. This was not for a delicate fighter; Azur of the Fire was a very strong dragon. A cleaver like this one was mostly used as a metal club that just so happened to have a sharp edge, although if Azur's other listed weapons (mostly swords) are of any indication, she did know how to use the sharp end. Now-" "JACE, THERE YOU ARE!" A small pink and blue nocturne ran up quickly to the stand. "Gosh, we've been looking for you! It's been about 15 minutes; please tell me you weren't talking this entire time," she scolds. She turned to address Zap. "Sorry about that, Jace tends to go off on tangents sometimes, honestly it's best if you just nod along and try to cut him off when he stops to breathe. You've already met Jace here, but my name is Azurite!" [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=16941054] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/169411/16941054_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Azurite fiddles with the ties on her staff nervously. "I hope Jace hasn't been bothering you." [quote name="ooc notes"]oh my god i am so sorry. i'm a tour guide and i basically shoved all my tours today on you via my bby boy. im pretty sure there's some almost direct quotes. well, at least it fits. jace is exactly the kind of nerd who knows all this stuff off-hand and he's wordy to boot. thank u for reading this horrible word vomit, it's 1:45am im passing out gn/gm edit: this is for the june 29th prompt, forgot, oops[/quote]
June 29th prompt

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Jace was greatly enjoying this Brightshine. All the drama about the ghost of the first emperor, the fabled black pearl, it was so exciting! Thankfully he was allowed to take leave for the festival. The expedition could cook for themselves for a while, surely.

As he wandered, Jace came across a cluttered stand. The nocturne behind the countertop greeted him roughly, mistaking him for another dragon. Jace had barely opened his mouth to say so when he saw the artifacts on the table. The nocturne looked at him expectantly. "Well? No guesses this time?"

Not willing to pass up a chance to try and piece together history, he looked down at the items below. After a moment, he looked back up at the nocturne.

"Well, it looks like you had quite a champion here. All of these artifacts point to an esteemed pit fighter. The book- if I can look though it- oh thank you- is an Arena Book. They were kept by game masters particularly in Light arenas. They have records of every fighter's battles: dates, weapons, armor, opponents... it's all in here," he tapped the cover with a claw. "There aren't that many left, unfortunately, because fighters that died in the pits often had their records tossed out. Record books that were kept, either by a champion's patrons or the freed champion themselves often just... deteriorated over time.

"This particular book has the records of a very skilled champion, probably almost a legend in her time. Arena Books would often list a champion's patron, if the patron was a significant member of the community, and this fighter here, Azur of the Fire, had not one patron, but two.

"This is actually reflected in some of the other artifacts here. These fans-" Jace gestured to the large pair of red and black fans, "are decorative wing fans; they'd be worn outside of the arena- too delicate and easily damaged to fight in. Of course, there were some bladed wing fans, but the Arena Book never lists Azur fighting with them. These are also very finely decorated and if you look closely, they show traces of silver accents on the viper." Jace traced a grey-ish area on the fans where the silver might once have been.

"Fans like these were a mark of status and of claim. The viper in red and silver was very clearly someone's emblem, and seeing the level of extreme detail as well as the silver accents, we can assume that their patron was rather higher class. This was also a claim, as the champion wearing the fans was now publicly known as their patron's fighter.

"I did mention that Azur here did have two patrons. Even if this wasn't recorded in her Arena Book, knowing that these items all came from her- they did, right?" Jace suddenly paused, looking up at the dragon behind the counter, who nodded. He continued, "Ah, good. Obviously the veil-" he picked it up in his claws, as if Zap might've forgotten, "is gold while the fans-" once again, Jace gestured to the red fans, "had silver trim. These would not have come from the same dragon as that would mean mixing metals in an emblem which was against the rules of emblazoning but that's beyond the point.

"Now, this veil is actually pretty interesting. If- ah, let me see something here..." Jace put the veil back down on the table and grabbed the spiked helmet instead. He flipped it upside down and looked on the inside before muttering a small "aha!" and flipping the helmet right side up again.

"See here on this helmet, there's a little divot on the inside, look, and it fits the gem on the veil quite nicely. On the sides here-" he rotated the helmet, pointing out a small hook on each side of the helmet, "-are small pegs to attach the sides of the veil to. This, like the fans, would not have been worn in combat- no no no, decoration only. The veil and helmet together would be worn on a Champion's Parade, which was a special festival thrown for the winning fighter of a large tournament. The veil on its own would be worn much like the fans- in public as a claim.

"Given that it can be attached to the helmet, it is likely that both were given by the same patron- and a rich one at that. This gem is actually of quality, which is surprising given that it would be worn inside a helmet. Also, though this veil might look like silk at first glance, if you look you can see that it's actually a very fine chainmail. The small dangly bits are little buttons of gold and the larger chain suspending the veil itself is made of white gold, which was believed to be a 'purified' form of gold, which was widely considered to be solid sunlight." Jace paused for breath, not noticing the bored and slightly stunned expression on Zap's face. "Now, last item on the table...

"The cleaver. This is the most obvious. It is a weapon mostly of brute force. This was not for a delicate fighter; Azur of the Fire was a very strong dragon. A cleaver like this one was mostly used as a metal club that just so happened to have a sharp edge, although if Azur's other listed weapons (mostly swords) are of any indication, she did know how to use the sharp end. Now-" "JACE, THERE YOU ARE!"

A small pink and blue nocturne ran up quickly to the stand. "Gosh, we've been looking for you! It's been about 15 minutes; please tell me you weren't talking this entire time," she scolds. She turned to address Zap. "Sorry about that, Jace tends to go off on tangents sometimes, honestly it's best if you just nod along and try to cut him off when he stops to breathe. You've already met Jace here, but my name is Azurite!"

Azurite fiddles with the ties on her staff nervously. "I hope Jace hasn't been bothering you."


ooc notes wrote:
oh my god i am so sorry. i'm a tour guide and i basically shoved all my tours today on you via my bby boy. im pretty sure there's some almost direct quotes. well, at least it fits. jace is exactly the kind of nerd who knows all this stuff off-hand and he's wordy to boot. thank u for reading this horrible word vomit, it's 1:45am im passing out gn/gm

edit: this is for the june 29th prompt, forgot, oops

Midnight Oil Lamp

— he/him
— FR+2
— doing my silly little tasks
avi
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19946775] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/199468/19946775_350.png[/img] [/url] Lancer looked at the brown Nocturne, then back at the tattered volume in his gloved claws. [b]"The Hewn City, you say?"[/b] The scavenger scratched at his head fin with his other talon thoughtfully. [b]"I've seen this book before, once, when I was delivering some treasures I had found to one of the libraries in the Light territory. I remember this because one of the hatchlings had thrown it at one of his friends, but it hit me instead. It's a book of plays, mostly tragedies, so I guess that these other items are props?"[/b] He traced the curling black font of the title, barely visible, before opening the book. He flicked through a number of the torn pages before stopping at one with the title '[i]Blood Born Battlers[/i]' emblazoned at the top. He hummed a small tune, a somber melody, before looking back up at Zap. [b]"Judging by the worn nature of this page, I would guess this was the play they were performing. See? It calls for a princess, a noble knight to protect her, an assassin and two dragons to represent warring armies. I've seen this play before, and one of the army dragons was dressed in helmets and had cleavers like those found here, and the princess wore silks like this one."[/b] He paused for a moment, putting the tome back on the table and opening up the fan to show the stained edges. [b]"If I remember correctly the assassin killed the princess and the knight before they could stop the war using a 'poisoned' fan, the edge dipped in a potent venom. Thus the Viper fan. I would then make the assumption these items were found in a theater, where the actors were practicing, and then put them away to store them. Why they never came back, I have no idea, and I also didn't realize the play was so old."[/b] He then placed the fan back how he found it, and smiled at the Nocturne lady cheekily. He swiftly grabbed the helmet and plonked it on his head, the smile only growing bigger. Rearing back onto his hind legs he then proclaimed loudly [b]"Arrg, this venomed fan has struck my love, and my heart. Why have you done this. Why?"[/b] He collapsed onto his back and started to giggle, before rolling back onto his feet. [b]"See, that was a line from the play! I'd never be a good actor though. Thanks for letting me look at these things."[/b] Giving the bemused Nocturne the horned helm the blue Mirror turned and trotted away, a smug smile on his face.

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Lancer looked at the brown Nocturne, then back at the tattered volume in his gloved claws. "The Hewn City, you say?" The scavenger scratched at his head fin with his other talon thoughtfully. "I've seen this book before, once, when I was delivering some treasures I had found to one of the libraries in the Light territory. I remember this because one of the hatchlings had thrown it at one of his friends, but it hit me instead. It's a book of plays, mostly tragedies, so I guess that these other items are props?"
He traced the curling black font of the title, barely visible, before opening the book. He flicked through a number of the torn pages before stopping at one with the title 'Blood Born Battlers' emblazoned at the top. He hummed a small tune, a somber melody, before looking back up at Zap.
"Judging by the worn nature of this page, I would guess this was the play they were performing. See? It calls for a princess, a noble knight to protect her, an assassin and two dragons to represent warring armies. I've seen this play before, and one of the army dragons was dressed in helmets and had cleavers like those found here, and the princess wore silks like this one." He paused for a moment, putting the tome back on the table and opening up the fan to show the stained edges.
"If I remember correctly the assassin killed the princess and the knight before they could stop the war using a 'poisoned' fan, the edge dipped in a potent venom. Thus the Viper fan. I would then make the assumption these items were found in a theater, where the actors were practicing, and then put them away to store them. Why they never came back, I have no idea, and I also didn't realize the play was so old." He then placed the fan back how he found it, and smiled at the Nocturne lady cheekily. He swiftly grabbed the helmet and plonked it on his head, the smile only growing bigger.
Rearing back onto his hind legs he then proclaimed loudly "Arrg, this venomed fan has struck my love, and my heart. Why have you done this. Why?" He collapsed onto his back and started to giggle, before rolling back onto his feet. "See, that was a line from the play! I'd never be a good actor though. Thanks for letting me look at these things." Giving the bemused Nocturne the horned helm the blue Mirror turned and trotted away, a smug smile on his face.
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