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Welcome to my lore thread! As I build clan lore, I'll add it here. I can ping people for updates if they want. Updates will be on a casual schedule.
Also, I would love it if anyone wanted to RP / build clan lore with me! Just PM me. :)
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[center][font=book antiqua][size=5]S[/size][size=4]toryline: Arrival
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[font=book antiqua][size=5]C[/size][size=4]ulture[/size][/font]
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Welcome to my lore thread! As I build clan lore, I'll add it here. I can ping people for updates if they want. Updates will be on a casual schedule.
Also, I would love it if anyone wanted to RP / build clan lore with me! Just PM me. :)
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[center][size=6][font=constantia]Maps and Locations[/font][/size]
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Maps and Locations
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Clan Culture
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[center][size=6][font=constantia]Dragons[/font][/size]
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Gala
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Malorn
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Veridian
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In the beginning, it was simply a cave.
It sat at the base of an immense peak, soaring into the sky. The alpine range ended here, almost at the sea. It was on this last mountain that the cave had been carved, facing inland. A copse of pines stood in front of the cave, hiding it from view. The walls were gray, weathered stone. In some places, it had cracked, and the tiny fractures were filled with a permanent ice. The mouth of the cave reached high, and tapered to a point at the top, where ever-present icicles hung. The inside was spacious and dark, natural and untouched. This vast room branched out to smaller tunnels and caverns, fading away into the darkness. Sounds from outside the cave seemed to fade, and all that could be heard was the echo of small creatures scuffling in the darkness. When the winds blew, and hurled the snow in great drafts, the sound of its howling was almost lost inside the cave.
For a long time it stood empty, gaping and silent. It lasted through each blizzard and hurricane. Beastclans stayed the night, only to pack up their belongings and journey on. Small creatures found comfort in its shelter, but it seemed to be waiting for something more.
On the day of the worst storm the Southern Icefields had ever seen, it finally stopped waiting. The blizzard raged, winds shrieking like none had ever seen before. The sea roared a response. All manner of arctic creature knew to stay inside on a day like today.
From this storm, two figures stumbled into the cave. One was covered in thick fur, the other in coarse, warm apparel. Both were caked with ice.
The tundra shook the snow off of herself and looked around. It was a dark cave, but she noticed how the wind had faded, and instead she heard her own echoes. She could already feel herself starting to warm up. The cave seemed strategically placed, and conveniently empty. She scanned the walls, then turned to her companion with a grin.
"Well, Malorn," Gala spoke. "If this isn't a good lair, I don't know what is."
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In the beginning, it was simply a cave.
It sat at the base of an immense peak, soaring into the sky. The alpine range ended here, almost at the sea. It was on this last mountain that the cave had been carved, facing inland. A copse of pines stood in front of the cave, hiding it from view. The walls were gray, weathered stone. In some places, it had cracked, and the tiny fractures were filled with a permanent ice. The mouth of the cave reached high, and tapered to a point at the top, where ever-present icicles hung. The inside was spacious and dark, natural and untouched. This vast room branched out to smaller tunnels and caverns, fading away into the darkness. Sounds from outside the cave seemed to fade, and all that could be heard was the echo of small creatures scuffling in the darkness. When the winds blew, and hurled the snow in great drafts, the sound of its howling was almost lost inside the cave.
For a long time it stood empty, gaping and silent. It lasted through each blizzard and hurricane. Beastclans stayed the night, only to pack up their belongings and journey on. Small creatures found comfort in its shelter, but it seemed to be waiting for something more.
On the day of the worst storm the Southern Icefields had ever seen, it finally stopped waiting. The blizzard raged, winds shrieking like none had ever seen before. The sea roared a response. All manner of arctic creature knew to stay inside on a day like today.
From this storm, two figures stumbled into the cave. One was covered in thick fur, the other in coarse, warm apparel. Both were caked with ice.
The tundra shook the snow off of herself and looked around. It was a dark cave, but she noticed how the wind had faded, and instead she heard her own echoes. She could already feel herself starting to warm up. The cave seemed strategically placed, and conveniently empty. She scanned the walls, then turned to her companion with a grin.
"Well, Malorn," Gala spoke. "If this isn't a good lair, I don't know what is."
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Chapter 1
Gala and Malorn settled into the cave. It didn't take them long to unpack their few belongings and make the place as homey as possible.
The next few days passed uneventfully as they waited out the storm. They cuddled close under their furs, and sparked a fire whenever the weather permitted it.
Finally, the storm was finished. Malorn crawled out from under their furs, and took a few cautious steps outside, into the devastated landscape. Trees were bent chaotically, some leaning against their neighbors and threatening to fall. Piles of rock had appeared in places they had not been before. Everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow, so thick it suffocated all sound.
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Gala looked upon her new hatchling, wet wings and a thin coat of fur, and knew he would be magnificent.
He was the first of the descendants of Gala and Malorn, the only egg in his clutch. At first he looked like any other hatchling, but as a Tundra, his fur grew in quickly: several verdant, vibrant shades, and his mother delighted in them all. Thus the proud parents decided he was to be named Viridian, for his eye-catching color. Gala watched over him lovingly for his first few days of life, while Malorn hunted and foraged.
When Viridian was old enough to unfold his wings and walk about the lair, Malorn and Gala noticed with pride.
"He will make a great warrior." Malorn promised. "Look at his strong legs and wings."
"I can tell he will have strong spiritual power," Gala said adoringly. "All of the forces will be right at his wing tips."
And thus Viridian grew from a hatchling into a young dragon, with large expectations set down before him.
Chapter 1
Gala and Malorn settled into the cave. It didn't take them long to unpack their few belongings and make the place as homey as possible.
The next few days passed uneventfully as they waited out the storm. They cuddled close under their furs, and sparked a fire whenever the weather permitted it.
Finally, the storm was finished. Malorn crawled out from under their furs, and took a few cautious steps outside, into the devastated landscape. Trees were bent chaotically, some leaning against their neighbors and threatening to fall. Piles of rock had appeared in places they had not been before. Everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow, so thick it suffocated all sound.
...
Gala looked upon her new hatchling, wet wings and a thin coat of fur, and knew he would be magnificent.
He was the first of the descendants of Gala and Malorn, the only egg in his clutch. At first he looked like any other hatchling, but as a Tundra, his fur grew in quickly: several verdant, vibrant shades, and his mother delighted in them all. Thus the proud parents decided he was to be named Viridian, for his eye-catching color. Gala watched over him lovingly for his first few days of life, while Malorn hunted and foraged.
When Viridian was old enough to unfold his wings and walk about the lair, Malorn and Gala noticed with pride.
"He will make a great warrior." Malorn promised. "Look at his strong legs and wings."
"I can tell he will have strong spiritual power," Gala said adoringly. "All of the forces will be right at his wing tips."
And thus Viridian grew from a hatchling into a young dragon, with large expectations set down before him.
