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[center][font=georgia][size=4][i]"Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance."
- Yoko Ono[/i][/size][/font][/center]
[font=georgia][size=4]Deep within the Southern Icefield, where the Cloudscape Crags meld into the soaring heights of the Fortress of Ends, hardy travelers--if they're lucky--will find the immense warrens of inter-connected caves that loyal clans of the Icewarden call home. Although 'caves' provides a functional description, it hardly gives justice to the expansive reality of conference halls, quarters, libraries, and schoolrooms each clan maintains.
Snow, a year-round occurrence in the Southern Icefields, often buries the well-hidden lair entrances of the Ice Clans without a trace. In fact, the Fortress of Ends carries a hue of deep blue, especially on sunny days, as the ice never yields, not even at the height of the summer solstice. By midwinter, only the glacial peaks jut forth from the pristine drifts. Even so, if a traveler bears an invitation, they'll surely find an escort awaiting their arrival, eager to guide them into the warmth and hospitality within.
Denizens of the Ice Flight, rumored to be aloof, harsh, and as cold as the lands they occupy, rarely attempt to discourage such hearsay. Although it's a harsh reputation to live under, it works to keep them safe, as most dragons hesitate to venture into the depths of the Icefields, or--and better still, to the minds of its denizens--staunchly avoid the frigid lands altogether.
Clearly, this was the ideal place for Eira to establish Clan Ochiba.[/size][/font]
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[size=4][b]Table of Contents[/b]
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[list][*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2077086]Canons of Clan Ochiba[/url]
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/1086287/1]Ealan and Archer's correspondence[/url] (Old)
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2084616]Slavery? Not on our turf![/url]
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2120776]Story snippets![/url] (Stand alone pieces, variety of residents!)
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2076800]Wencel's traumatic experience[/url]
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2096860]Wencel's convalescence[/url]
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2099667]Eve of the Gala[/url] (featuring Wencel and Archer, mainly)
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2107834]A personal conversation[/url] (featuring Eira and Drift)
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2102167]Eira calls for a council[/url] (featuring many lol)
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2120763]Wencel in the stacks[/url] (WIP)
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2115796]Archer's secret, discovered[/url] (featuring Archer and Wencel)
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2178071]Flight[/url] (featuring Wencel, others)
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2235532]Prajna's Arrival[/url] (featuring Moulin, Yamanu, Tacet, and eventually Prajna) WIP
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[*] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/fl6/1833013/1]Ice Flight Lore Hub[/url][/list][/size]
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[center][font=georgia][size=4][b]Clan Lore[/b][/size][/font][/center]
[font=georgia][size=4]Establishing a clan wasn't Eira's original intention, yet she rallied to the task of providing for growing numbers with the stereotypical efficiency most Lightning dragons possess. The Southern Icefield, unlike the dragonfolk Eira provided for, was planned from the start. In her youth--against her better judgment--she'd befriended two unlikely Coatls by the names of Soul and Lace. Their stories of growing up in the Cloudscrape Crags infected Eira with a desire to see the lands for herself, to get to know the dragons who lived, hunted, and crafted to support their existence in such a forbidding place. Soul and Lace were trouble, to be sure, but they'd planted a seed and oh, how that seed grew, but she wasn't about to set forth unprepared.
By the time she arrived, her small (but growing) numbers in tow, they were equipped for the harshness of the terrain. Dressed warmly, well-rationed and well-armed, they settled at the Frigid Floes. Life along the banks of the glacial ice-drift was a challenge, but Eira's friends, visitors from other Flights, and interspersed hatchlings sallied to the task with enthusiasm. Something about the clean cold air revived them, something about the clear sunny days, the star-strewn nights...
They adapted, but their numbers continued to grow. Eira, aware that they'd soon need sturdier housing, ventured inland to make trade inquiries.
Fortuitously, she met Drift. Impressed by her politeness, as well as her resolute nature, he helped her navigate the tricky matter of securing lodgings within the Crags, even while he, himself, was merely visiting on business from the Fortress of Ends.
Relocating was a struggle. Although all desired larger (and safer) quarters in which to live, packing and relocating across the Southern Icefield posed a series of problems, one after another. Eira, despite her reputation for levelheadedness, lost her temper with Archer's ineffective attempts to pack sensibly, to travel sensibly, to stay with the group, and by the time they'd arrived and started the long business of unpacking she'd abandoned Archer to his own devices.
After the strenuous move, Drift became a regular visitor. As a gaoler/guardian in the service of the Icewarden, he had no clan of his own.
Eira, noticing her deceptively forbidding benefactor often seemed a touch lonely, soon extended a formal invitation to join her clan--for, all about her--a clan they'd become.
Drift graciously accepted.
Within another year, Clan Ochiba's numbers (and trade profits) had grown such that Eira was able to cast a bid for an empty lair within the southernmost peaks of the Fortress of Ends.
Anticipating strife with Archer, Eira requisitioned aid from fellow clanfolk to help the eccentric mage pack, load, and move the contents of his quarters and personal library. Pleading mental instability at the thought of doing it all again, Eira's put-upon mage was granted leave to fly ahead and establish his quarters where he liked, as this--their present trip to their new den within the Fortress of Ends--would be their final move.
They were home.[/size]
"Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance."
- Yoko Ono
Deep within the Southern Icefield, where the Cloudscape Crags meld into the soaring heights of the Fortress of Ends, hardy travelers--if they're lucky--will find the immense warrens of inter-connected caves that loyal clans of the Icewarden call home. Although 'caves' provides a functional description, it hardly gives justice to the expansive reality of conference halls, quarters, libraries, and schoolrooms each clan maintains.
Snow, a year-round occurrence in the Southern Icefields, often buries the well-hidden lair entrances of the Ice Clans without a trace. In fact, the Fortress of Ends carries a hue of deep blue, especially on sunny days, as the ice never yields, not even at the height of the summer solstice. By midwinter, only the glacial peaks jut forth from the pristine drifts. Even so, if a traveler bears an invitation, they'll surely find an escort awaiting their arrival, eager to guide them into the warmth and hospitality within.
Denizens of the Ice Flight, rumored to be aloof, harsh, and as cold as the lands they occupy, rarely attempt to discourage such hearsay. Although it's a harsh reputation to live under, it works to keep them safe, as most dragons hesitate to venture into the depths of the Icefields, or--and better still, to the minds of its denizens--staunchly avoid the frigid lands altogether.
Clearly, this was the ideal place for Eira to establish Clan Ochiba.
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Clan Lore
Establishing a clan wasn't Eira's original intention, yet she rallied to the task of providing for growing numbers with the stereotypical efficiency most Lightning dragons possess. The Southern Icefield, unlike the dragonfolk Eira provided for, was planned from the start. In her youth--against her better judgment--she'd befriended two unlikely Coatls by the names of Soul and Lace. Their stories of growing up in the Cloudscrape Crags infected Eira with a desire to see the lands for herself, to get to know the dragons who lived, hunted, and crafted to support their existence in such a forbidding place. Soul and Lace were trouble, to be sure, but they'd planted a seed and oh, how that seed grew, but she wasn't about to set forth unprepared.
By the time she arrived, her small (but growing) numbers in tow, they were equipped for the harshness of the terrain. Dressed warmly, well-rationed and well-armed, they settled at the Frigid Floes. Life along the banks of the glacial ice-drift was a challenge, but Eira's friends, visitors from other Flights, and interspersed hatchlings sallied to the task with enthusiasm. Something about the clean cold air revived them, something about the clear sunny days, the star-strewn nights...
They adapted, but their numbers continued to grow. Eira, aware that they'd soon need sturdier housing, ventured inland to make trade inquiries.
Fortuitously, she met Drift. Impressed by her politeness, as well as her resolute nature, he helped her navigate the tricky matter of securing lodgings within the Crags, even while he, himself, was merely visiting on business from the Fortress of Ends.
Relocating was a struggle. Although all desired larger (and safer) quarters in which to live, packing and relocating across the Southern Icefield posed a series of problems, one after another. Eira, despite her reputation for levelheadedness, lost her temper with Archer's ineffective attempts to pack sensibly, to travel sensibly, to stay with the group, and by the time they'd arrived and started the long business of unpacking she'd abandoned Archer to his own devices.
After the strenuous move, Drift became a regular visitor. As a gaoler/guardian in the service of the Icewarden, he had no clan of his own.
Eira, noticing her deceptively forbidding benefactor often seemed a touch lonely, soon extended a formal invitation to join her clan--for, all about her--a clan they'd become.
Drift graciously accepted.
Within another year, Clan Ochiba's numbers (and trade profits) had grown such that Eira was able to cast a bid for an empty lair within the southernmost peaks of the Fortress of Ends.
Anticipating strife with Archer, Eira requisitioned aid from fellow clanfolk to help the eccentric mage pack, load, and move the contents of his quarters and personal library. Pleading mental instability at the thought of doing it all again, Eira's put-upon mage was granted leave to fly ahead and establish his quarters where he liked, as this--their present trip to their new den within the Fortress of Ends--would be their final move.
They were home.
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Updates!
Added 'Prajna's Arrival' to updates list, entry is currently a WIP. :)
Updates!
Added 'Prajna's Arrival' to updates list, entry is currently a WIP. :)
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