Hi, everyone. I was just wondering what you peeps think of this lore so far. @DeadlyFang does it seem icy enough for an ice flight subspecies.
If you notice any grammar and/or spelling mistakes let me know. I try my best but whenever I read something I wrote, especially if I remember what it is about, I tend to miss most mistakes I make.
I am sorry in advance for the large text-blocks. Please forgive me.
Also, do not take anything seriously. Nothing here is meant to disrespect any flight or dragon species.
Water:
A long, long time ago, there lived a small school of koi guardians who swam their fishy lives in the blue depths of the Sea of a Thousand Currents along with other numerous water flight dragons, colorful fish of various kinds, and the rare leviathan here and there. In this primordial sea, lived the Tidelord and the he had this bad habit of pouring out limitless prophesies. For a while, the koi regarded them with high importance for he was their god, but after some time they became a nuisance. The Tidelord constantly rambled innumerable prophecies, he rambled on so much that this small group of residents finally got fed up with them. These koi believed his noise to be a distraction to their true goal. They wanted to find their charge just like other guardians, but they never could with the constant prophesies the Tidelord spewed out.
They were tired of the Tidelord’s noise, they wanted to leave. They tried to escape his rapidly flowing predications, but nowhere in the Sea of a Thousand Currents could they find peace. They swam all over the Leviathan Trench. Even from the deepest depth to the farthest side there was no swimming away. They tried the Fishspine Reef, but not even the deepest cave offered them their silence. They tried the Tsunami flats, but the result was the same. They could still hear the Tidelord.
The water flight was their home. It had been so for a great many years. This place was their lives, a part of them eternally. But they needed to leave, they could not take it anymore. They finally left.
Wind:
After traveling across the endless sea, the koi guardians finally reached land. There they met a soft pleasant breeze. They have arrived at the Windswept Plateau. While they were used to the current of the deep sea they were not use to the current of winds. The place was unfamiliar to them. There was no water in front of them, only a vast plane. But the Tidelord’s echoing voice edged them forward into the Zephyr Steppes.
They walked onward. The grass gave them a foreign yet familiar sensation. It reminded them of the sea grass of their home. The same was true for the wind. Their current remined them of the sea currents. Already they were feel a bit of nostalgia. They wanted to swim through these current like they could in water, but they did not know how. For many years, they lived in the sea and had never used their wings for anything other turning in the water and the air did not suspend them like water did. The though made them melancholy that they could no longer swim as they could before. But, they still trudged onward.
Not long after their journey did they see dragons of a different noodly and butterfly-ish kind. They were not bulky like them, they were streamline and they were swimming in the air! They could not believe it but there were dragons who were suspended in the air. The koi thought it was impossible. It was unbelievable, yet this was happening in front of their very eyes. They were astounded. They were mesmerized. They were curious. They wanted to do the same as well. They asked the other dragons how they could swim in the air. They got funny stare and response. “Do you not know what those things on your back are?” The koi didn’t really get it. They knew what the noodle like dragons were talking about, just not how they could be used for such an impossible task. They asked the noodles how they used these “wings” to “fly.” The noodles agreed to help and they slowly taught them how to swim in the currents of the sky.
They were trained by the noodles from the Zephyr Steppes to the Reedcleft Ascent. After several years passed, the koi finally earned their wings. They resembled those of the noodles that helped them: butterfly wings. They were finally able to swim in the sky. They enjoyed it. It was a home away from home. A home away from the Tidelord’s rambles. They were free and they could fly.
After many years passed, this small population of koi changed. The bulky natures of the guardians made flight difficult. Eventually their population became one of spirals (like the noodles they met before) and skydancers. New colors also emerged. They were no longer the plain orange, black, or white colors they use to be. They now had blues, greens, red, and purples as well. They kept their koi patterned bodies though, it was the only remained of their past home, which was almost forgotten entirely except by the eldest of the clan’s elders.
Ragnarok:
This peace did not last forever. The elders had almost forgotten about the Tidelord’s rambling and were ready to die in peace, but one day a voice was heard by them all. It started out as a whisper. A whisper so light, that is way mistaken for the wind, but it grew louder as days passed. It grew so loud that it was as if he was right there next to their ears pouring out predictions.
They needed to leave again to escape it, but they did not want to. The thought they finally found a home away from home. A place of freedom of joy, but they were trapped yet again. They had to leave, but they did not know where. They know nothing of what lied beyond the horizon of the sea past the Windswept Plateau. They did not even know if they could survive the Twisting Crescendo’s vortex. They went anyway, because they had no other choice. They prayed that they may survive. They hoped that after the vortex, land was not too far away, because even with their new wings they could not fly forever.
It was on the edge of vortex that the met Ragnarok.
They had never seen anything this dark before. It was darker than the night; pure obsidian.
They feared it was they shade, but it wasn’t. It was a great imperial which stood before them. His body was the darkest they have ever seen of anything. No light even reflected off his body. It was only pitch blackness. He stood in great contrast to the world around them. They were used to the bright colors of Windswept Plateau, with its bright greens and cheerful oranges. Not even any of the fish from the Sea of a Thousand Current were as dark as him. The clan was scared, they feared for their lives.
But a soft voice spoke to them. He asked “Why are you here when you don’t seem like the types to test your courage, especially when you all look so scared?” The question surprised the koi clan. Yes, they were afraid. They were afraid of him and the vortex, but maybe not of him anymore. They told them why they wished to test the vortex and he nodded. He told them “What you seek beyond this vortex is the land of ice, the Southern Icefield, my homeland. The journey is long and difficult. Only those who have courage can survive to touch its shores. I can show you the way, but first you must test your courage here. If you can follow me to the eye, I will guide you.”
Many were distrust what the mysterious dark dragon said. Many did not believe him. How could they? He was only a stranger who spoke of a land they knew nothing about. But what choice did they have? They were planning to cross the vortex anyway not knowing if there is land beyond or not. So, they flew into the vortex.
Some did not make it but many did. They were finally at the eye and there they found the dark dragon. He said “To those of you who are here, I will show you the land of ice. My name is Ragnarok. If you wish to see my homeland follow me.”
They followed him.
Arcane:
They clan of the koi followed him. He flew along the coast of the Starfall Isles, stopping only when he needed to rest. When other grew tired he let them rest on his back as he flew.
He was once asked why he was so dark that not h=even light reflected of his scale. He told them “I was once as white as the snow of my homeland. However, unlike other dragons who lose their color as they age, I grew darker in color. I stood out on the landscape and could not catch anything to eat. I would have settled for plant but the Southern Icefields are mostly barren of vegetation. So, I flew strait across the water and through that vortex into the Windswept Plateau.”
They continued onward. As they flew across the coast of the Starfall Isles, a bunch of fae dragons joined them in their journey. They did not quite understand why they joined them, but the hunch was that they joined out of curiosity. They loved to hide in Ragnarok’s mane.
Ice:
After their long journey, they finally arrive at the Southern Icefield’s Frigid Floes. Ragnarok welcomed them to his homeland. It was here in this frozen land that the Tidelord’s predictions could never reach them.
After many, many years, the landscape change changed the clan. The bright colors that they were so used to made them stand out. In this frozen wasteland, standing out meant death. They could not hunt and the brightest of the clan withered away. Those who folded their wings in could survive and keep their colors. But all of the dragons eventually gained a black and white piebald pattern on the bodies. It suited them, for the Frigid Floes are an area of bright white ice and pitch black water. They could survive and make this land their home, no matter how harsh it is. This was their safe haven.
Ragnarok lived many years and survived many generations. He had led this clan back to his homeland and had seen their courage. The clan was eternally grateful to him for leading the way to their safe haven. He and them considered each other family. He taught them how to survive in this harsh and unforgiving landscape, how to use the land for their benefit, and how and where to make homes. He was the leader figure of the clan and everyone would go to him for even a piece of his wisdom.
Ragnarok was very old to start with, but even so he lived on and on. He grew older and darker. No light reflected off his scales even when the sun was completely out and the ice burned with its brightness. The clan knew he was old and his time would come soon. They would always do their best to collect and much food as he needed and would always try to give him the best of any medicine. But, he would refuse their offerings. He knew they would not help him, his time was coming and there was nothing to be done. He would rather they keep the food and medicine they gathered for him for themselves. He thought of them all as his children and he wanted to protect them with all of his strength. It saddened him whenever one of the dragons died.
One day after many more years, Ragnarok disappeared. No one knew where he went but everyone knew why he went. He, like other imperials, went away to his own grave. He was very old when this happened and many were surprised he could move so silently and quickly still.
Many tried to look for him. They wanted to give him thanks for leading their ancestors here. Others looked for his grave so they could give him a proper burial. Others disagree and argue that he died the way an imperial dies and that in itself is proper enough. However, others search for him for sheer amusement or curiosity. Such dragons are looked down upon in the clan.
Still, other dragons like to wonder. Even though they have no intension to look for his grave, they just wonder. Many speculate he went to the Cloudscrape Crags. They were sure he went there to test the courage of those who wish to see his grave. Some say he went there to test his own courage and was unable to return. Others speculate that he went back to the vortex of the Twisting Crescendo. Some say he could have even gone to the birth place of all imperials, the Sunbeam Ruins.
But above all, almost all believe that he went to the Fortress of Ends. The believe he locked himself up in the unbreakable ice with the rest of the unknowns. They knew he loved his homeland and they knew he would love to eternally be a part of it. They also believe that this lets him forever watch over his clan.
Legend has it that when Ragnarok truly hits, be it the Tidelord’s rambling or some other calamity, a Butterfly Koi will come to the Fortress of Ends and Ragnarok will bestow upon them the wisdom to find peace again.
If you notice any grammar and/or spelling mistakes let me know. I try my best but whenever I read something I wrote, especially if I remember what it is about, I tend to miss most mistakes I make.
I am sorry in advance for the large text-blocks. Please forgive me.
Also, do not take anything seriously. Nothing here is meant to disrespect any flight or dragon species.
Water:
A long, long time ago, there lived a small school of koi guardians who swam their fishy lives in the blue depths of the Sea of a Thousand Currents along with other numerous water flight dragons, colorful fish of various kinds, and the rare leviathan here and there. In this primordial sea, lived the Tidelord and the he had this bad habit of pouring out limitless prophesies. For a while, the koi regarded them with high importance for he was their god, but after some time they became a nuisance. The Tidelord constantly rambled innumerable prophecies, he rambled on so much that this small group of residents finally got fed up with them. These koi believed his noise to be a distraction to their true goal. They wanted to find their charge just like other guardians, but they never could with the constant prophesies the Tidelord spewed out.
They were tired of the Tidelord’s noise, they wanted to leave. They tried to escape his rapidly flowing predications, but nowhere in the Sea of a Thousand Currents could they find peace. They swam all over the Leviathan Trench. Even from the deepest depth to the farthest side there was no swimming away. They tried the Fishspine Reef, but not even the deepest cave offered them their silence. They tried the Tsunami flats, but the result was the same. They could still hear the Tidelord.
The water flight was their home. It had been so for a great many years. This place was their lives, a part of them eternally. But they needed to leave, they could not take it anymore. They finally left.
Wind:
After traveling across the endless sea, the koi guardians finally reached land. There they met a soft pleasant breeze. They have arrived at the Windswept Plateau. While they were used to the current of the deep sea they were not use to the current of winds. The place was unfamiliar to them. There was no water in front of them, only a vast plane. But the Tidelord’s echoing voice edged them forward into the Zephyr Steppes.
They walked onward. The grass gave them a foreign yet familiar sensation. It reminded them of the sea grass of their home. The same was true for the wind. Their current remined them of the sea currents. Already they were feel a bit of nostalgia. They wanted to swim through these current like they could in water, but they did not know how. For many years, they lived in the sea and had never used their wings for anything other turning in the water and the air did not suspend them like water did. The though made them melancholy that they could no longer swim as they could before. But, they still trudged onward.
Not long after their journey did they see dragons of a different noodly and butterfly-ish kind. They were not bulky like them, they were streamline and they were swimming in the air! They could not believe it but there were dragons who were suspended in the air. The koi thought it was impossible. It was unbelievable, yet this was happening in front of their very eyes. They were astounded. They were mesmerized. They were curious. They wanted to do the same as well. They asked the other dragons how they could swim in the air. They got funny stare and response. “Do you not know what those things on your back are?” The koi didn’t really get it. They knew what the noodle like dragons were talking about, just not how they could be used for such an impossible task. They asked the noodles how they used these “wings” to “fly.” The noodles agreed to help and they slowly taught them how to swim in the currents of the sky.
They were trained by the noodles from the Zephyr Steppes to the Reedcleft Ascent. After several years passed, the koi finally earned their wings. They resembled those of the noodles that helped them: butterfly wings. They were finally able to swim in the sky. They enjoyed it. It was a home away from home. A home away from the Tidelord’s rambles. They were free and they could fly.
After many years passed, this small population of koi changed. The bulky natures of the guardians made flight difficult. Eventually their population became one of spirals (like the noodles they met before) and skydancers. New colors also emerged. They were no longer the plain orange, black, or white colors they use to be. They now had blues, greens, red, and purples as well. They kept their koi patterned bodies though, it was the only remained of their past home, which was almost forgotten entirely except by the eldest of the clan’s elders.
Ragnarok:
This peace did not last forever. The elders had almost forgotten about the Tidelord’s rambling and were ready to die in peace, but one day a voice was heard by them all. It started out as a whisper. A whisper so light, that is way mistaken for the wind, but it grew louder as days passed. It grew so loud that it was as if he was right there next to their ears pouring out predictions.
They needed to leave again to escape it, but they did not want to. The thought they finally found a home away from home. A place of freedom of joy, but they were trapped yet again. They had to leave, but they did not know where. They know nothing of what lied beyond the horizon of the sea past the Windswept Plateau. They did not even know if they could survive the Twisting Crescendo’s vortex. They went anyway, because they had no other choice. They prayed that they may survive. They hoped that after the vortex, land was not too far away, because even with their new wings they could not fly forever.
It was on the edge of vortex that the met Ragnarok.
They had never seen anything this dark before. It was darker than the night; pure obsidian.
They feared it was they shade, but it wasn’t. It was a great imperial which stood before them. His body was the darkest they have ever seen of anything. No light even reflected off his body. It was only pitch blackness. He stood in great contrast to the world around them. They were used to the bright colors of Windswept Plateau, with its bright greens and cheerful oranges. Not even any of the fish from the Sea of a Thousand Current were as dark as him. The clan was scared, they feared for their lives.
But a soft voice spoke to them. He asked “Why are you here when you don’t seem like the types to test your courage, especially when you all look so scared?” The question surprised the koi clan. Yes, they were afraid. They were afraid of him and the vortex, but maybe not of him anymore. They told them why they wished to test the vortex and he nodded. He told them “What you seek beyond this vortex is the land of ice, the Southern Icefield, my homeland. The journey is long and difficult. Only those who have courage can survive to touch its shores. I can show you the way, but first you must test your courage here. If you can follow me to the eye, I will guide you.”
Many were distrust what the mysterious dark dragon said. Many did not believe him. How could they? He was only a stranger who spoke of a land they knew nothing about. But what choice did they have? They were planning to cross the vortex anyway not knowing if there is land beyond or not. So, they flew into the vortex.
Some did not make it but many did. They were finally at the eye and there they found the dark dragon. He said “To those of you who are here, I will show you the land of ice. My name is Ragnarok. If you wish to see my homeland follow me.”
They followed him.
Arcane:
They clan of the koi followed him. He flew along the coast of the Starfall Isles, stopping only when he needed to rest. When other grew tired he let them rest on his back as he flew.
He was once asked why he was so dark that not h=even light reflected of his scale. He told them “I was once as white as the snow of my homeland. However, unlike other dragons who lose their color as they age, I grew darker in color. I stood out on the landscape and could not catch anything to eat. I would have settled for plant but the Southern Icefields are mostly barren of vegetation. So, I flew strait across the water and through that vortex into the Windswept Plateau.”
They continued onward. As they flew across the coast of the Starfall Isles, a bunch of fae dragons joined them in their journey. They did not quite understand why they joined them, but the hunch was that they joined out of curiosity. They loved to hide in Ragnarok’s mane.
Ice:
After their long journey, they finally arrive at the Southern Icefield’s Frigid Floes. Ragnarok welcomed them to his homeland. It was here in this frozen land that the Tidelord’s predictions could never reach them.
After many, many years, the landscape change changed the clan. The bright colors that they were so used to made them stand out. In this frozen wasteland, standing out meant death. They could not hunt and the brightest of the clan withered away. Those who folded their wings in could survive and keep their colors. But all of the dragons eventually gained a black and white piebald pattern on the bodies. It suited them, for the Frigid Floes are an area of bright white ice and pitch black water. They could survive and make this land their home, no matter how harsh it is. This was their safe haven.
Ragnarok lived many years and survived many generations. He had led this clan back to his homeland and had seen their courage. The clan was eternally grateful to him for leading the way to their safe haven. He and them considered each other family. He taught them how to survive in this harsh and unforgiving landscape, how to use the land for their benefit, and how and where to make homes. He was the leader figure of the clan and everyone would go to him for even a piece of his wisdom.
Ragnarok was very old to start with, but even so he lived on and on. He grew older and darker. No light reflected off his scales even when the sun was completely out and the ice burned with its brightness. The clan knew he was old and his time would come soon. They would always do their best to collect and much food as he needed and would always try to give him the best of any medicine. But, he would refuse their offerings. He knew they would not help him, his time was coming and there was nothing to be done. He would rather they keep the food and medicine they gathered for him for themselves. He thought of them all as his children and he wanted to protect them with all of his strength. It saddened him whenever one of the dragons died.
One day after many more years, Ragnarok disappeared. No one knew where he went but everyone knew why he went. He, like other imperials, went away to his own grave. He was very old when this happened and many were surprised he could move so silently and quickly still.
Many tried to look for him. They wanted to give him thanks for leading their ancestors here. Others looked for his grave so they could give him a proper burial. Others disagree and argue that he died the way an imperial dies and that in itself is proper enough. However, others search for him for sheer amusement or curiosity. Such dragons are looked down upon in the clan.
Still, other dragons like to wonder. Even though they have no intension to look for his grave, they just wonder. Many speculate he went to the Cloudscrape Crags. They were sure he went there to test the courage of those who wish to see his grave. Some say he went there to test his own courage and was unable to return. Others speculate that he went back to the vortex of the Twisting Crescendo. Some say he could have even gone to the birth place of all imperials, the Sunbeam Ruins.
But above all, almost all believe that he went to the Fortress of Ends. The believe he locked himself up in the unbreakable ice with the rest of the unknowns. They knew he loved his homeland and they knew he would love to eternally be a part of it. They also believe that this lets him forever watch over his clan.
Legend has it that when Ragnarok truly hits, be it the Tidelord’s rambling or some other calamity, a Butterfly Koi will come to the Fortress of Ends and Ragnarok will bestow upon them the wisdom to find peace again.
