[center][font=alegreya][size=7]THE CUILIN KINGDOM[/size][/font]
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[b][i]"Welcome to the Cuilin Kingdom. Please enjoy your stay as we force you into residing and working here. If you refuse...Well you'll be forced to work through the forces of magic, just like a puppet. Great example is the previous leader, she's been out of commission for a long time now.
But oh yes, where was I again? Ah yes welcoming you. Well, welcome to the kingdom. The king will decide if he wants you to stay, and if not... Well you can pay a visit and "help" the butcher here instead. I'm sure he'll gladly accept it. So well, scoot to wherever you might stay. And if that happens to be the butcher, tell him I'd like my food to be y'know... [color=red]SEASONED.[/color] " [/i][/b][/font]
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"Welcome to the Cuilin Kingdom. Please enjoy your stay as we force you into residing and working here. If you refuse...Well you'll be forced to work through the forces of magic, just like a puppet. Great example is the previous leader, she's been out of commission for a long time now.
But oh yes, where was I again? Ah yes welcoming you. Well, welcome to the kingdom. The king will decide if he wants you to stay, and if not... Well you can pay a visit and "help" the butcher here instead. I'm sure he'll gladly accept it. So well, scoot to wherever you might stay. And if that happens to be the butcher, tell him I'd like my food to be y'know... SEASONED. "
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[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2195185#post_27419770]NAVIGATION[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2195185#post_27419772]CODING[/url]
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[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2195185#post_27419776]SIDEPLOTS[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2195185#post_27419777]IMPORTANT DRAGONS[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2195185#post_27419778]IMAGERY[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2195185#post_27419781]ALLIES[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2195185/2#post_27420440]CREDITS[/url]
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>they're all cannibals, martha
>Everyone's accepting of Tabhartas' reign because of some kind of cult-esque thing going on? >Magic symbol on everyone that had refused to cooperate.
>>design magic symbol
>They live in a mountain with a lorg cave system
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>they're all cannibals, martha
>Everyone's accepting of Tabhartas' reign because of some kind of cult-esque thing going on? >Magic symbol on everyone that had refused to cooperate.
>>design magic symbol
>They live in a mountain with a lorg cave system
[center][size=6][font=alegreya]CURRENT ARC[/font][/size][font=georgia]
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[font=georgia][color=black][size=5]THE CALM DAYS[/size] had been rather unnerving to most. [color=red]Tabhartas[/color] had not been shouting angrily at all, only when pushed to do so. His commands had become kinder in tone, but they still had the underlying tyrranical threats in them. The kingdom had started stabilizing itself financially and the residents were getting more used to living in such closed-off conditions. Only the puppet and Natren were allowed outside the walls to train up warfodder or to collect required items for growing more plant life.
The sculptor had been pampered and given a bedroom right next to Tabhartas' room, he was appointed to head guard polisher. At least thrice a week Linkin polished the golden guards to be pretty and shiny. Solas always put up a fight before giving in to the small spiral, she was still in denial about her stiffness.
Despite the rather calm months, the underlings grew worried for themselves. Each time someone wasn't aesthetically pleasing, or just not useful anymore, they'd get sent off to "help" the butcher. Even though the dragons knew what happened there, and what they were eating for dinner that day, most were still disturbed by the state of living.
While most assumed [color=red]Tabhartas[/color] got seperate meals, that was not the case. It was because of him that Legire even got the job of doing these things. Tabhartas himself had a strange.... Taste in food.
Pushing aside what the dragons in this kingdom get for meals, another strange thing had been going on. Many older members that had been there under Encranae's reign had been "sent off", with the remaining few getting the option of peacefully deciding to serve under [color=red]Tabhartas[/color] or face consequences. The ones that were still useful to the kingdom all became rather mindless, just like Encranae these days. Some were told to change up their jobs, because better dragons had been found for theirs. And if they failed to find one... Well, that's rather self explanatory.
[size=5]OUT WITH THE OLD IN WITH THE NEW[/size] was the saying used in the first installment of the new weekly announcements. [color=red]Tabhartas[/color] retained his demanding nature despite his relaxed behaviour. His interest in the Sculptor continued but it wasn't very prominent to the rest of the lair. What was very prominent was that many of the old members ended up being exiled. The new generation muttered and shunned those [color=red]traitors[/color]. How could they betray the kingdom? Horrible, vile dragons! [color=red]Tabhartas[/color] was quite upset at how his loyal and [i]wonderful[/i] subjects could've been plotting an attack against him. The clanfolk were outraged and swore their undying loyalty to the clan, which was met with a grin each week on announcement day. Their chanting and eternal praising of their leader giving off dark and unsettling energies to outsiders.
A new battle squadron was allowed to be sent out to train itself to be top warriors of the clan. They required more resources in the clan and sending out a second hunting party was the most logical choice. They might as well train some warriors to protect the kingdom. Trusted warriors, those stained in blood from hatching and those that willingly stained their claws with blood for the kingdom- and those that wish to aid their brethren in such tasks but lack the strength to do so. The clan seemed in balance when it came to community spirit. Everyone seemed determined enough to uphold the honour of the kingdom.
There seem to be good days ahead for the future of the kingdom, with how everyone truly follows and obeys Tabhartas' words.
CURRENT ARC
THE CALM DAYS had been rather unnerving to most. Tabhartas had not been shouting angrily at all, only when pushed to do so. His commands had become kinder in tone, but they still had the underlying tyrranical threats in them. The kingdom had started stabilizing itself financially and the residents were getting more used to living in such closed-off conditions. Only the puppet and Natren were allowed outside the walls to train up warfodder or to collect required items for growing more plant life.
The sculptor had been pampered and given a bedroom right next to Tabhartas' room, he was appointed to head guard polisher. At least thrice a week Linkin polished the golden guards to be pretty and shiny. Solas always put up a fight before giving in to the small spiral, she was still in denial about her stiffness.
Despite the rather calm months, the underlings grew worried for themselves. Each time someone wasn't aesthetically pleasing, or just not useful anymore, they'd get sent off to "help" the butcher. Even though the dragons knew what happened there, and what they were eating for dinner that day, most were still disturbed by the state of living.
While most assumed Tabhartas got seperate meals, that was not the case. It was because of him that Legire even got the job of doing these things. Tabhartas himself had a strange.... Taste in food.
Pushing aside what the dragons in this kingdom get for meals, another strange thing had been going on. Many older members that had been there under Encranae's reign had been "sent off", with the remaining few getting the option of peacefully deciding to serve under Tabhartas or face consequences. The ones that were still useful to the kingdom all became rather mindless, just like Encranae these days. Some were told to change up their jobs, because better dragons had been found for theirs. And if they failed to find one... Well, that's rather self explanatory.
OUT WITH THE OLD IN WITH THE NEW was the saying used in the first installment of the new weekly announcements. Tabhartas retained his demanding nature despite his relaxed behaviour. His interest in the Sculptor continued but it wasn't very prominent to the rest of the lair. What was very prominent was that many of the old members ended up being exiled. The new generation muttered and shunned those traitors. How could they betray the kingdom? Horrible, vile dragons! Tabhartas was quite upset at how his loyal and wonderful subjects could've been plotting an attack against him. The clanfolk were outraged and swore their undying loyalty to the clan, which was met with a grin each week on announcement day. Their chanting and eternal praising of their leader giving off dark and unsettling energies to outsiders.
A new battle squadron was allowed to be sent out to train itself to be top warriors of the clan. They required more resources in the clan and sending out a second hunting party was the most logical choice. They might as well train some warriors to protect the kingdom. Trusted warriors, those stained in blood from hatching and those that willingly stained their claws with blood for the kingdom- and those that wish to aid their brethren in such tasks but lack the strength to do so. The clan seemed in balance when it came to community spirit. Everyone seemed determined enough to uphold the honour of the kingdom.
There seem to be good days ahead for the future of the kingdom, with how everyone truly follows and obeys Tabhartas' words.
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The iridescent spiral awoke as usual in his oh-so-wonderful bed, ready for another day of getting angry at the peasants and commanding his servants around.
Or at least he thought so, until he stepped out of his chamber and saw that everything had transformed into a disgusting pink and brown. It all smelled hellishly sweet and it stung his nose painfully. He angrily called out to the guards.
[i]"Guards! What is the meaning of this? What the hell happened?!"[/i] He shouted. But much to his surprise, the guards were not of living gold anymore...No, they were made of living gingerbread. His questioning was left unanswered as the guards quietly put his crown back onto his head, they were behaving as if everything was fine.
He dashed into the chamberhall, commanding his underlings in panic and anger. But they did not respond either! This strange and magical occurence was far too good to just pass up like this!
[i]"Puppet! I demand your service!" [/i] He shouted into the mess hall as a last resort. Unfortunately for him she was of living gingerbread as well! In his confused and panicked anger he dashed through the mess hall, attempting to make a break for the exit of the kingdom. But right at the gate to freedom, he was met with all the underlings- dead and alive- staring at him. They had been waiting for him. He attempted to whip himself into the air and turn around, but it was an ambush! They were everywhere! His gingerbread underlings closed in on him, preparing to lunge. He let out a cry of fear, and just as one of them bit into his wing he shook awake.
If reptiles could sweat, Tabhartas would've awoken in it. His panicked and frightened breaths quickly subsided upon realizing that it had all just been a dream. But he banned gingerbread and anything related to them just for safe measure.
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The iridescent spiral awoke as usual in his oh-so-wonderful bed, ready for another day of getting angry at the peasants and commanding his servants around.
Or at least he thought so, until he stepped out of his chamber and saw that everything had transformed into a disgusting pink and brown. It all smelled hellishly sweet and it stung his nose painfully. He angrily called out to the guards.
"Guards! What is the meaning of this? What the hell happened?!" He shouted. But much to his surprise, the guards were not of living gold anymore...No, they were made of living gingerbread. His questioning was left unanswered as the guards quietly put his crown back onto his head, they were behaving as if everything was fine.
He dashed into the chamberhall, commanding his underlings in panic and anger. But they did not respond either! This strange and magical occurence was far too good to just pass up like this!
"Puppet! I demand your service!" He shouted into the mess hall as a last resort. Unfortunately for him she was of living gingerbread as well! In his confused and panicked anger he dashed through the mess hall, attempting to make a break for the exit of the kingdom. But right at the gate to freedom, he was met with all the underlings- dead and alive- staring at him. They had been waiting for him. He attempted to whip himself into the air and turn around, but it was an ambush! They were everywhere! His gingerbread underlings closed in on him, preparing to lunge. He let out a cry of fear, and just as one of them bit into his wing he shook awake.
If reptiles could sweat, Tabhartas would've awoken in it. His panicked and frightened breaths quickly subsided upon realizing that it had all just been a dream. But he banned gingerbread and anything related to them just for safe measure.
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Tabhartas is the tyrannical king of the lair, he had infiltrated the lair back when the previous matriarch was ruling and lied his way to the top. He became the most trusted and liked dragon in the lair, and then challenged the leader to a "friendly" duel. No limits, first to get knocked to the ground loses.
Ofcourse, since magic was allowed, Tabhartas let the leader jab at him for a while before suddenly casting a puppetry spell on her. With the matriarch under his control, and the ability of simply puppeteering anyone who wished to defy him, he terrorized the lair into submission and started building up his kingdom. Those who continued to defy him gained a symbol on their foreheads, turning them into mindless workers. And those who submitted themselves were lucky enough to stay alive if they had a use.
Tabhartas has been ruling the lair with an iron claw, and any dragon who may enter the lair will either immediately be forced to join the kingdom or face consequences.[/sub]
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Tabhartas is the tyrannical king of the lair, he had infiltrated the lair back when the previous matriarch was ruling and lied his way to the top. He became the most trusted and liked dragon in the lair, and then challenged the leader to a "friendly" duel. No limits, first to get knocked to the ground loses.
Ofcourse, since magic was allowed, Tabhartas let the leader jab at him for a while before suddenly casting a puppetry spell on her. With the matriarch under his control, and the ability of simply puppeteering anyone who wished to defy him, he terrorized the lair into submission and started building up his kingdom. Those who continued to defy him gained a symbol on their foreheads, turning them into mindless workers. And those who submitted themselves were lucky enough to stay alive if they had a use.
Tabhartas has been ruling the lair with an iron claw, and any dragon who may enter the lair will either immediately be forced to join the kingdom or face consequences.
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