Creative Corner

[center][font=garamond][size=5][b]Directory[/b][/center] [center]linkslinkslinkslinkslinkslinkslinks[/center] [columns][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5df6dfd783be3cbbad3711e519eb2e77/tumblr_now41zpk0i1slkpabo2_400.png[/img][nextcol][font=book antiqua][size=4]Nestled deep within the Starwood Strand lie the ruins of an ancient city long forgotten by both dragons and beasts alike. The ruins are not abandoned though; much to the contrary in fact. The clan of Arkayna has long called this secluded city their home. The overgrown cobbled streets have been trampled into dusty footpaths by the residents who walk them every day. Everywhere you go city is littered with vendors and merchant stalls. The less dilapidated ruins have come to house many stores and laboratories, as well as schools and homes and taverns. It is a vibrant city, full of life and noise. These ruins have been inhabited so long by the clan that one might even think that they weren't actually abandoned, but instead were just a result of an ancient dragon civilization. Long before most of the clan can remember, the matriarch and her mate began the Arcane City on their own, welcoming any and all who wished to make it their home as well. Over the last few centuries, the ruins were transformed from a small shanty village to a sprawling and renowned city full of diplomats and scholars. Clan Arkayna has many alliances across all of Sornieth, and has even formed treaties with some of the small beastclans in the surrounding area. There are now even a few harpies, centaurs and maren living within the city boundaries.[nextcol][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5df6dfd783be3cbbad3711e519eb2e77/tumblr_now41zpk0i1slkpabo2_400.png[/img][/columns] things to put in this thread: [LIST] [*]formation of the clan [*]royal family [*]government [*]clan traditions, customs, culture [*]territory [*]clan members, jobs, etc [*]hoards [*]beastclans [*]world lore + headcanons [/LIST]

[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/qnsvl4q1hbyggi5/arcanetop.png[/img] [font=garamond][size=6][b]The Formation of Clan Arkayna[/b][/font][/size] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/nm0z9g1pkrloiln/arcanebottom.png[/img][/center] [center][font=garamond][size=5][u]Part I. The Birth of a Leader[/u][/font][/size][/center] After a long day of wandering through the grassy meadows along the Crystalpine Reaches gathering herbs, Dureemo found his tired feet taking him down to the rocky shores. He settled down just above the water's edge, relishing in the shade cast by the crystalline cliffs overhead. He closed his eyes and let out a dreamy sigh as the gulls cawed overhead and the waves lapped at his feet. He cherished these few quiet mornings that he had to himself, and dreaded having to return to his clan to resume his duties as their leader. A smile crept across his face as he looked out across the water, but he couldn't help but notice the strange magical presence that was beginning to pull at him from the base of his neck. Curious, he stood and brushed the sand from his light silk robes and turned in the direction of the pull. Behind him in the face of the cliffs was a naturally carved cave, similar to those in the Reaches above that housed many young clans. This one however seemed to wind far into the cliff face, and there was a dull pink glow emanating from its depths. The magic that called to him seemed raw and pure, a sweet melody in the back of his mind beckoning him to venture forward into the depths. He couldn't help but to move forward as the power overwhelmed his senses and clouded his judgement (not that any Arcane-born dragon would have been put off by the possibility of danger to begin with). With each step he took into the cave, the song in his mind grew louder and clearer, and a gentle vibration hummed throughout the cave. The further he went, the more he could make out of the song, and he couldn't help but think that the sound reminded him of a small child's hum. The gentle glow gradually grew brighter, the soft pink light warming the dull grey rock walls. After what felt like an eternity (but was probably closer to only a few minutes) of walking, Dureemo came upon the energy. In a large opening at the end of the cave sat a brilliant, glowing egg, nestled in a mound of magical crystals and flora like he had never seen before. The song in his mind seemed to change, from a call to a sweet, happy melody. [i]Dureemo,[/i] it seemed to call his name, and with quiet trepidation, the Patriarch stepped forward, scooping the egg into his arms. The magical vibration quieted, the hum growing softer, content to be in his grasp at last. [center] [img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/885f6d2dfddb34ddf082b333d5d7f9b4/tumblr_pc7b5aCuLz1qjne7yo2_640.jpg[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/6kg6r3b1h333p6k/arcanemidsmall.png[/img][/center] The rest of the clan seemed mildly unsettled by the strange and sudden arrival of the mysterious egg. The beaches were a fairly well-traveled area, yet no one had before noticed any magical presence amongst the caves. The egg itself was also unusual, with it gentle glow and bright runic markings, lack of ring and orb-like shape, and of course, the quiet song that emanated from it. Regardless of the clan's concerns, Dureemo kept the egg with him in his home, and never left its side. It seemed happy to sit with him at his desk while he studied, and he even took to reading aloud to it, at which point the egg seemed to hum along with his voice, matching his cadence and tone as though it were reading along with him. A whole moon passed before the egg showed any sign of hatching. Then one night, Dureemo woke from his sleep as the egg's glow suddenly grew far brighter, shaking wildly and emanating an anxious hum. In an attempt to comfort the hatchling as it made its way into the world, Dureemo sat up and read to it stories of the history of Sornieth and the making of the Arcanist. A whole day passed before finally, a tiny tundra girl poked her head out through the egg shell, which fell apart around her as she crawled her way out, happily settling into Dureemo's lap as he cleaned her off and read her tales of the Arcanist. She hummed and chirped happily, before closing her strange, luminous eyes and drifting off to sleep. [center][img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=13&bodygene=0&breed=6&element=9&eyetype=7&gender=1&tert=16&tertgene=0&winggene=0&wings=31&auth=000bf8f6b99ce48c3822c7794898e16733fc6edd&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/center]

[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/qnsvl4q1hbyggi5/arcanetop.png[/img] [font=garamond][size=6][b]The Formation of Clan Arkayna[/b][/font][/size] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/nm0z9g1pkrloiln/arcanebottom.png[/img][/center] [center][font=garamond][size=5][u]Part II. The Growing Darkness[/u][/font][/size][/center] Dureemo had never planned on finding a mate, and certainly never thought he would ever have a child of his own. He had always thought that one day he would pick an apprentice from his clan, and train them to take his place as clan leader. And yet, finding that egg along the sea would forever be remembered as the best moment of his life. He treated the young tundra as his own, giving her the name Lamir, and raising her with a tender, loving heart. Lamir followed him everywhere, always on his heels, humming happily as she sat in on clan meetings, joined him in the grassy meadows, picking flowers and herbs and weaving them into matching crowns and garlands that her father wore with pride. She was naturally adept at magic, and as she grew Dureemo nurtured her skills, certain that she was destined for great things. Years passed and Lamir continued to flourish, a beacon of joy within the clan who had come to love and accept her as their own after her hatching. However, as she entered her late adolescence, the energy within the clan changed. Something dark was coming, and everyone could feel it. Dureemo withdrew from his daughter, and was always in clan meetings behind closed doors, discussing something dire. An entourage of guards was assigned to Lamir, following her closely as she went around the clan doing her best to spread hope among her people. Lamir was sitting in the grass in the center of the clan's village, picking absently at the grass when suddenly the magical sirens around the village started blaring. Panic broke out as dragons poured into the village square, Lamir's guards dragged her to her feet and began whisking her off. "WHERE'S MY FATHER?" Lamir cried, pushing against the guards tightly surrounding her. "We have to get you to safety m'lady, it's what he ordered," one of them replied. Tears welled in her eyes, her heart swelling in panic as she stopped in her tracks, nearly trampled by her own guards as they pushed her forward. "No, I have to find him! I can't just leave him!" She craned her neck above the crowd, searching frantically as her pulse pounded in her ears. Suddenly, panic screams split through the air, and before Lamir's very eyes, one of her guards fell to the ground, dead. She froze, and her remaining guards began shouting to each other to close ranks. The highest ranking of her guards turned to the burly tundra next to him, "Sarri, get her out of here! We'll hold them off!" She knew this one better than the others - he was the youngest of them, and the closest in age to her. He was kind, and a promising young lieutenant who had been up for a promotion. He wrapped one of his wings over her protectively, weapon drawn as they rushed through the crowd. Mind fuzzy with panic, it took Lamir a moment before she realized that rather than heading out of the village, Sarri was guiding her deeper within, towards the Conclave. Her heart beat faster - they were going to find her father. She burst out of his grasp, looking around frantically as she called out to her father. There were soldiers and guards everywhere, firing arrows and magical bolts into the air as shadows sped by overhead. There was fighting on the ground around her as well, though she didn't pay any attention to the invaders around her as she looked frantically for her father. She recognized some of the dragons who lay dead around her feet - generals, accomplished soldiers, and some of the strongest wizards among the clan. Panic swelled within her. "FATHER!" She screamed as Sarri stood behind her fighting off the ranks closing in on them. "Lamir?" His voice cut through the noise, and before she could set eyes on him, Dureemo was in front of her, covered in dirt and grime, robes tattered and bloody in places. Before she could react they were embracing each other tightly, Lamir sobbing into his chest with relief. "Sweetheart you have to get out of here," He said as he held her out at arms length. "If this clan is going to survive, it will be with you. You're a blessing from the Arcanist himself, we can't afford to lose you. [i]I[/i] can't afford to lose you. You have to go." Dureemo placed one last kiss upon her forehead before he gently pushed her away, heading back into the chaos. "Sarri, take care of her! It's up to you two now." Without another word, Sarri grabbed Lamir by the wrist, shielding her with his wings once more as they raced off into the Starwood Strand. By some miracle, they weren't followed. Still, they forged on deeper into the woods until the sounds of the carnage were far behind them. Eventually, Lamir collapsed to her knees, crumpled up on the forest floor with exhaustion. Breathing heavily, Sarri stopped as well, sitting down heavily at her side. As the two caught their breath, Lamir looked up at her fellow Tundra, brow furrowed, face marked with dirt and the blood of her clanmates as she looked him in the eyes. "What were those things?" She panted. Sarri looked away from her for a moment, head turning to look back in the direction from which they'd come. He locked gazes with her again, knowing the truth couldn't be kept from her anymore - that her father would have wanted her to know. [i]"That, was the Shade.[/i]

[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/qnsvl4q1hbyggi5/arcanetop.png[/img] [font=garamond][size=6][b]The Formation of Clan Arkayna[/b][/font][/size] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/nm0z9g1pkrloiln/arcanebottom.png[/img][/center] [center][font=garamond][size=5][u]Part III. The Discovery of the Ruins[/u][/font][/size][/center] TEXT

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[center][font=garamond][size=6][b]The Royal Family[/b][/font][/size][/center] [center][font=garamond][size=5]Lamir[/center][/size] [columns][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/fa2f774bc7c7115de3f34d972447f823/tumblr_oq4amjvc2O1slkpabo2_r1_400.png[/img][nextcol] Lamir was originally born to another clan in the Arcane domain, where she was being groomed to take over as clan matriarch. However, before she was able to claim her position or complete her training, her clan was attacked by a clan of Longnecks. Her leader and mentor ordered a group of guards to take her away and protect her, knowing their clan's destruction was imminent. Most of the guards were killed, but the young warrior Sarri managed to help her survive, and they made their escape together. Sarri and Lamir fled from their previous coastal encampment deep into the Starwood Strand. For months they did what they had to survive, foraging for food and fighting off small predators, finding shelter where they could. Over time, they stumbled across other rogue dragons, banding together at first for the extra security and convenience of alliances. Soon enough, they had gathered so many dragons in their band that they could no longer be nomads. In the middle of a long, sleepless night, Lamir spotted a small glowing form in darkness; an Arcane Sprite. It seemed to beckon to her, and being a curious young dragon, Lamir followed it off into the woods. After hours wandering through the dense forest, the sprite lead the group to the towering ruins of an ancient city. It was a sign from the Arcanist himself - in his honor, they named themselves Clan Arkayna.

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