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[i]All of Sornieth has now gathered on the Starfall Isles, celebrating with enthusiasm the first peaceful Starfall Celebration in... well, longer than most dragons have been [i]alive.[/i] The stretch of land where the Starwood Strand thins and the ground starts to break off into the floating islands of the Focal Point is alive with merchants, scholars, and storytellers from all flights, all preparing for a week's festivities honoring the dutiful first love of the Arcane flight: The tales of the stars. But how did this happen? How did Sornieth's most catastrophically curious flight avert Armageddon? And how are its people handling the change? Wonder no longer. Every star has a story, but so do the astronomers who find them.[/i] [img]https://s20.postimg.org/sm80yrrrh/star_stories_SMALL.png[/img] [center][font=Gabriola][size=7]The Lore of Starfall 2017[/size][/center] [center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/ty2r3y6a5/DVIVID.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Gabriola][size=6][i]Contents[/i][/size][/font][/center] [indent][indent][b]Part 1 of 2: Preparation[/b][/indent] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_29470246]Chapter 1: A New Idea [/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_29493066]Chapter 2: Well Received[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_29504481]Chapter 3: Opposing Notions[/url] [url= http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_29525743]Chapter 4: Strong Beliefs[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_29535184]Chapter 5: Grave Mistakes[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_POSTHERE]Chapter 6: A Home At Peace[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_POSTHERE]Chapter 7: In What Do Arcanites Believe?[/url][/indent]
All of Sornieth has now gathered on the Starfall Isles, celebrating with enthusiasm the first peaceful Starfall Celebration in... well, longer than most dragons have been alive. The stretch of land where the Starwood Strand thins and the ground starts to break off into the floating islands of the Focal Point is alive with merchants, scholars, and storytellers from all flights, all preparing for a week's festivities honoring the dutiful first love of the Arcane flight: The tales of the stars.

But how did this happen? How did Sornieth's most catastrophically curious flight avert Armageddon? And how are its people handling the change?

Wonder no longer. Every star has a story, but so do the astronomers who find them.



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The Lore of Starfall 2017


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Contents


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[i]Special thanks goes out to the following fantastic souls -[/i] @Lundlaeva for writing FOUR total chapters of the Starfall Lore! @vainqueurs for giving me this massive task, and trusting me with it all the way through! @Aehdncl for some last-minute proofreading! And all the Arcanites who volunteered their time, dragons, wits, patience, and pens to bring this peaceful Starfall to life! Well done, everyone! I couldn't be more proud of my Flight if I tried. You could say my love is... [i]astronomical.[/i] And that's no [i]tale![/i] I'll stop now. [center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/ty2r3y6a5/DVIVID.png[/img][/center] Want more fun this Starfall? Good! There's plenty to be had! Just want to support a bunch of story-telling science mages? Also good! Check out the Public Buy, OOFR, and Event Hub for more details! [center] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drw/2279830][img]https://i.imgur.com/7lCMOB9.gif[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/frd/2278839][img]https://s20.postimg.org/3yzayqbm5/starfall_event_hub_button.png[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/raf/2277132][img]https://i.imgur.com/7ZEaoxZ.gif[/img][/url] [i]Pinglist ~[/i] @alagasianflame @NocturnistheDark @Nighttyger @Fabellaura @Clya @misfitmiskatonic @tigressRising
Special thanks goes out to the following fantastic souls -

@Lundlaeva for writing FOUR total chapters of the Starfall Lore!

@vainqueurs for giving me this massive task, and trusting me with it all the way through!

@Aehdncl for some last-minute proofreading!

And all the Arcanites who volunteered their time, dragons, wits, patience, and pens to bring this peaceful Starfall to life! Well done, everyone! I couldn't be more proud of my Flight if I tried. You could say my love is... astronomical. And that's no tale!

I'll stop now.

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Want more fun this Starfall? Good! There's plenty to be had! Just want to support a bunch of story-telling science mages? Also good! Check out the Public Buy, OOFR, and Event Hub for more details!
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[center][font=Gabriola][size=7]The Cast[/size][/font][/center] [center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/ty2r3y6a5/DVIVID.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Gabriola][size=5]The Planning Committee[/size][/font][/center] ROSLYN: An overdramatic, unusually expressive fae. Holds authority akin to leadership within The Planning Committee. ALCYONE: A quiet skydancer accustomed to large populations and delicate planning... though her usual population is mostly fish. Even so, she's very excited, and she just wants everyone to have a good time. PLUSH: A downright ancient Snapper. Likes books. A know-it-all. CORREY: A male guardian who has dedicated himself to keeping the planning committee organized. Very attuned to the welfare of the team, and always knows just what to do to reign in focus. KASEY: A male coatl. He can’t normally see the forest for the trees and often speaks in riddles to hide this fact. [center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/ty2r3y6a5/DVIVID.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Gabriola][size=5]Merchants[/size][/font][/center] TALISE: An artist who uses a combination of Ice and Arcane magic to create decorative, yet magical, prisms and crystals. She is attending to festival to try and sell her beautiful creations. She is eccentric and positively happy at all times. THYONE & BETELGEUSE: An alchemist and healer by trade, Thyone came to sell some of his more frivolous inventions and brews. Not the best salesman, as he can be what some may call taciturn and arrogant, hence why Betelgeuse handles the sales side of things. ISAIC: With greater ambition than any of his clan mates expected, Isaic has come to sell the various wares created by the denizens of the lair. This spiral male is over energetic and easily distracted by the smallest of things. He has issues landing properly. [center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/ty2r3y6a5/DVIVID.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Gabriola][size=5]Library Visitors[/size][/font][/center] BONBON: Isn’t much for fieldwork, but books and scrolls are her life. She loves to make connections and discoveries, and has an undying curiosity. This is what brought her to be an honorary Arcane dragon, after being born to an Ice Clan long ago. She is the archivist of a medium-sized clan within the Starwood Strand, likely looking to copy some useful books for the clan’s library. BEVAN: Absentminded and disorganised. Likely visited to check out a few books last minute and look into having copies made for the clan’s personal library that he accidentally misplaced. Very proud of his badge collection. The skull is a mask. ARIA: A quiet, serious female nocturne hoping to find a large selection of novels she can order for the clan library. As the disasters of previous years made travel difficult, she’s excited for the chance to see the wonderful works of arcane authors encased within these halls. [center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/ty2r3y6a5/DVIVID.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Gabriola][size=5]Clans In Attendance[/size][/font][/center] [indent]@perifinite 's clan[/indent] A relatively new and small clan in the Starfall Isles, based around the arts and the study of ancient magic. A lot of non-Arcane dragons are in this clan, and the clan is excited for its very first Starfall, where they hope to learn more about their flight and make some friends. Their founder is the quiet fae Krystal, who is often found with her head in cloudcuckooland. [indent]@apprenticewriter 's clan[/indent] A small clan forming mostly around a few mated couples, their children, and a handful of workers to round out the clan’s needs. They’re attending Starfall in hopes of selling a few wares and bringing home some new stuff and good memories! [indent]@clya 's clan[/indent] A cluster of shapeshifters loyal beyond explanation to the Arcanist. Ecstatic about the first peaceful Starfall in ages, they go to the grounds with one plan: Fun! [indent]@luminousnoble 's clan[/indent] A gaggle of weirdos with immense enthusiasm for starfall. Some are merchants seeking a pretty penny, others are just looking forward to some time off from catastrophe. All of them are real, uh... [i]characters.[/i] [indent]@glacecake 's clan[/indent] A small motley of astronomers from all across the flights. They have a unique appreciation of Starfall, which is when others tend to aprpeciate their skills a lot more.
The Cast
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The Planning Committee


ROSLYN: An overdramatic, unusually expressive fae. Holds authority akin to leadership within The Planning Committee.

ALCYONE: A quiet skydancer accustomed to large populations and delicate planning... though her usual population is mostly fish. Even so, she's very excited, and she just wants everyone to have a good time.

PLUSH: A downright ancient Snapper. Likes books. A know-it-all.

CORREY: A male guardian who has dedicated himself to keeping the planning committee organized. Very attuned to the welfare of the team, and always knows just what to do to reign in focus.

KASEY: A male coatl. He can’t normally see the forest for the trees and often speaks in riddles to hide this fact.

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Merchants


TALISE: An artist who uses a combination of Ice and Arcane magic to create decorative, yet magical, prisms and crystals. She is attending to festival to try and sell her beautiful creations. She is eccentric and positively happy at all times.

THYONE & BETELGEUSE: An alchemist and healer by trade, Thyone came to sell some of his more frivolous inventions and brews. Not the best salesman, as he can be what some may call taciturn and arrogant, hence why Betelgeuse handles the sales side of things.

ISAIC: With greater ambition than any of his clan mates expected, Isaic has come to sell the various wares created by the denizens of the lair. This spiral male is over energetic and easily distracted by the smallest of things. He has issues landing properly.

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Library Visitors


BONBON: Isn’t much for fieldwork, but books and scrolls are her life. She loves to make connections and discoveries, and has an undying curiosity. This is what brought her to be an honorary Arcane dragon, after being born to an Ice Clan long ago. She is the archivist of a medium-sized clan within the Starwood Strand, likely looking to copy some useful books for the clan’s library.

BEVAN: Absentminded and disorganised. Likely visited to check out a few books last minute and look into having copies made for the clan’s personal library that he accidentally misplaced. Very proud of his badge collection. The skull is a mask.

ARIA: A quiet, serious female nocturne hoping to find a large selection of novels she can order for the clan library. As the disasters of previous years made travel difficult, she’s excited for the chance to see the wonderful works of arcane authors encased within these halls.

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Clans In Attendance
@perifinite 's clan
A relatively new and small clan in the Starfall Isles, based around the arts and the study of ancient magic. A lot of non-Arcane dragons are in this clan, and the clan is excited for its very first Starfall, where they hope to learn more about their flight and make some friends. Their founder is the quiet fae Krystal, who is often found with her head in cloudcuckooland.

@apprenticewriter 's clan
A small clan forming mostly around a few mated couples, their children, and a handful of workers to round out the clan’s needs. They’re attending Starfall in hopes of selling a few wares and bringing home some new stuff and good memories!

@clya 's clan
A cluster of shapeshifters loyal beyond explanation to the Arcanist. Ecstatic about the first peaceful Starfall in ages, they go to the grounds with one plan: Fun!

@luminousnoble 's clan
A gaggle of weirdos with immense enthusiasm for starfall. Some are merchants seeking a pretty penny, others are just looking forward to some time off from catastrophe. All of them are real, uh... characters.

@glacecake 's clan
A small motley of astronomers from all across the flights. They have a unique appreciation of Starfall, which is when others tend to aprpeciate their skills a lot more.
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[i][center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_2279864]Contents[/url] ~ [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_29450198]Thanks[/url] ~ [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864#post_29470235]Cast[/url] ~ [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2279864/2#post_29493066]Next Chapter[/url][/center][/i] ----- [center][size=7][font=Gabriola]Chapter One[/font][/size] [font=Gabriola][size=6]A New Idea[/size] [size=5]By Luminousnoble[/size] [/font][/center] [center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/ty2r3y6a5/DVIVID.png[/img][/center] [i]Erk. Eek. Euk. [/i] The pink-patched fae sat down from atop his book stack, scooching in a half-circle to look out across the long table he took the head of. He looked across the dragons seated at that table, in various eclectic chairs (all painted a dark shade of pink, some more neatly than others), as they all stared back at him, and at the words written on the black whiteboard behind him, in capital runes: ‘NO APOCALYPSE.’ He pressed the hot pink cap onto his marker. He folded his claws around it. His fins twitched. “Discuss.” Silence filled the over-elaborate conference room like a mental murk for a considerable stretch of time. Well, it wasn’t complete silence - the once-white walls were covered with sears, runes, photographs, and nonsensical diagrams, all of which moved, sizzled, or shifted in some way or another. Physics toys for undiscovered laws danced merrily on erratic shelves and cockeyed tables, and in the far corner, a crystal phonograph played a record that sounded distinctly like the howl of an eldritch. It was far too full of [i]stuff[/i] to make sense - much less be a functional conference room - for any dragon that wasn’t arcane or arcane at heart. Fortunately, that encompassed all exalts - at least after their first month or so in the Observatory. And it only went doubly for the Festival Planners. After almost too long, a Skydancer slowly rose her hand. The pink marker bonked against her beak, and she caught it before it hit the table as if this was expected, twirling it between her graceful claws. “Roslyn, question. Says who? Like… who’s to say we can’t have an apocalypse? I was under the impression that it was… kind of a flight tradition.” The fae sighed, then rose and snapped his claws. A guardian with a comet hovering behind him stood from his seat, picked up a crate pushed clumsily into the corner, and upended it on the conference table, spilling multiple cups of coffee and ruining countless revolutionary breakthroughs. Naturally, their writers were generally a bit more intrigued by the sheer mass of letters, bearing all manner of colored wax seals denoting hundreds of Arcane clans, in such a significant amount that magic was surely involved in stuffing them into the crate. The fae gestured towards the letters, with his wings and tail rather than his hands. “That’s why. The entire Arcane flight, it seems, has demanded a peaceful Starfall. Can you imagine what would happen if we failed them on that? [i]Mass. Exodus.[/i] And we JUST won a Dominance battle!” A spiral blinked, from tied around his chair. “Wait, we won that?” “Yes! Yes, we won that. It was awesome.” “It was kind of an apocalypse though.” “And that’s the PROBLEM!” The fae threw up his arms, fins jumping into the air. “We ended the world early! Too close to Starfall! Now there’s no time for the Clans to recover in time for the Festival, and they’re all, [i]oh, can’t we have a PEACEFUL Starfall??? Can’t we ENJOY ourselves???”[/i] He groaned, and then fell backwards - landing with a thump and a squeak of pain between the wall and the stack of books. A couple dragons giggled. A snapper lumbering along one side of the table rolled her eyes, then went to a bookshelf, lifting a heavy, leather-bound tome from it… somehow. “Come now, Roslyn. Be more optimistic. This is an opportunity for us! To impress Spacedad - or even all of Sornieth! We have better stories to tell than the end of the world.” “Maybe [i]you[/i] do.” “I definitely do.” She dropped the tome on the table, with a bang about five times as loud as the one Roslyn had fallen with. Just about everyone jumped in unison. Looking smug, the snapper nudged the book open to a seemingly random but oddly on-topic page: ‘The Origins of the Starfall Celebration’, emblazoned in black ink above a faded magenta watercolor of a brightly-lit festival dotting the Starwood Strand. In seconds, heads crowded over the page, eyes of more colors than you’d think peering over one another to gawk at the depiction. After a moment for admiration, the snapper spoke: “This is what the first Starfall Celebration looked like. In fact, the first [i]multiple[/i] Starfall Celebrations looked like this. The apocalypses came much later in our Flight’s illustrious, disastrous history. Perhaps, my friends, we ought to return to our roots?” A string of gasps fluttered throughout the room, each dragon exchanging glances with the other. Then, a mirror piped up, toothy smile stretching wide - “What about a LITERAL Starfall???” The fae scrabbled back to the top of the book pile, only to fall off the other wide. “NO APOCALYPSE! NO APOCALY - EUK” The skydancer stood, waving her claw as her antenna bobbed. “It’s only an apocalypse if the stars are falling!! We can focus on the celebration part!” At once, a nocturne leapt up, yellow eyes bright. “That’s perfect! We can celebrate the Arcane flight in the truest way - celebrate what makes us truly arcane!” For half a second, the room was silent. And then it burst into an uproar. Every dragon present started shouting, waving their arms and flapping their wings, to holler a mess of nearly opposite things - pink sparkles, radioactive waste, explosions, discovery, destruction, science, fantasy, magic. The shouting was so intensely loud that a few tundras winced, and the once-smiling mirror scrabbled under the table, covering her ears. It would have dissolved into disaster, scattering letters be damned, if not for one guardian’s quick thinking. At the pull of a lever by the door, the room shook, then a loud, clinking creak overpowered the yelling. The ceiling folded up on itself, accordion-style, and when it finally [i]shunk[/i]ed into place over the inner wall, the outside sky was clear to see. It was a crystalline night. Far above the Starfall Isles, the cosmos stretched, glimmering white on the blanket of endless ultramarine. Every head in the conference room turned upwards, staring in awestruck silence, as if their arcane hearts had found a synchronized beat. Someone whispered. “stars.” And then another. And then another. And soon, every one of them was whispering that one word, softly and reverently, almost like a song if not for its irreverent lack of a rhythm. The nigh sacred moment passed, leaving the conference room in a lull of sizzling, physics-toy-noisemaking quiet. Roslyn climbed back up onto his books, picked up a darker pink marker, and wrote - under ‘no apocalypse’ - ‘TALES OF THE STARS’. And he sat down, smile soft and yet bright. “Bingo.”


Chapter One

A New Idea
By Luminousnoble

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Erk. Eek. Euk.

The pink-patched fae sat down from atop his book stack, scooching in a half-circle to look out across the long table he took the head of. He looked across the dragons seated at that table, in various eclectic chairs (all painted a dark shade of pink, some more neatly than others), as they all stared back at him, and at the words written on the black whiteboard behind him, in capital runes: ‘NO APOCALYPSE.’

He pressed the hot pink cap onto his marker. He folded his claws around it. His fins twitched.

“Discuss.”

Silence filled the over-elaborate conference room like a mental murk for a considerable stretch of time. Well, it wasn’t complete silence - the once-white walls were covered with sears, runes, photographs, and nonsensical diagrams, all of which moved, sizzled, or shifted in some way or another. Physics toys for undiscovered laws danced merrily on erratic shelves and cockeyed tables, and in the far corner, a crystal phonograph played a record that sounded distinctly like the howl of an eldritch. It was far too full of stuff to make sense - much less be a functional conference room - for any dragon that wasn’t arcane or arcane at heart.

Fortunately, that encompassed all exalts - at least after their first month or so in the Observatory. And it only went doubly for the Festival Planners.

After almost too long, a Skydancer slowly rose her hand. The pink marker bonked against her beak, and she caught it before it hit the table as if this was expected, twirling it between her graceful claws. “Roslyn, question. Says who? Like… who’s to say we can’t have an apocalypse? I was under the impression that it was… kind of a flight tradition.”

The fae sighed, then rose and snapped his claws. A guardian with a comet hovering behind him stood from his seat, picked up a crate pushed clumsily into the corner, and upended it on the conference table, spilling multiple cups of coffee and ruining countless revolutionary breakthroughs. Naturally, their writers were generally a bit more intrigued by the sheer mass of letters, bearing all manner of colored wax seals denoting hundreds of Arcane clans, in such a significant amount that magic was surely involved in stuffing them into the crate.

The fae gestured towards the letters, with his wings and tail rather than his hands. “That’s why. The entire Arcane flight, it seems, has demanded a peaceful Starfall. Can you imagine what would happen if we failed them on that? Mass. Exodus. And we JUST won a Dominance battle!”

A spiral blinked, from tied around his chair. “Wait, we won that?”

“Yes! Yes, we won that. It was awesome.”

“It was kind of an apocalypse though.”

“And that’s the PROBLEM!” The fae threw up his arms, fins jumping into the air. “We ended the world early! Too close to Starfall! Now there’s no time for the Clans to recover in time for the Festival, and they’re all, oh, can’t we have a PEACEFUL Starfall??? Can’t we ENJOY ourselves???” He groaned, and then fell backwards - landing with a thump and a squeak of pain between the wall and the stack of books. A couple dragons giggled.

A snapper lumbering along one side of the table rolled her eyes, then went to a bookshelf, lifting a heavy, leather-bound tome from it… somehow. “Come now, Roslyn. Be more optimistic. This is an opportunity for us! To impress Spacedad - or even all of Sornieth! We have better stories to tell than the end of the world.”

“Maybe you do.”

“I definitely do.” She dropped the tome on the table, with a bang about five times as loud as the one Roslyn had fallen with. Just about everyone jumped in unison. Looking smug, the snapper nudged the book open to a seemingly random but oddly on-topic page: ‘The Origins of the Starfall Celebration’, emblazoned in black ink above a faded magenta watercolor of a brightly-lit festival dotting the Starwood Strand. In seconds, heads crowded over the page, eyes of more colors than you’d think peering over one another to gawk at the depiction.

After a moment for admiration, the snapper spoke: “This is what the first Starfall Celebration looked like. In fact, the first multiple Starfall Celebrations looked like this. The apocalypses came much later in our Flight’s illustrious, disastrous history. Perhaps, my friends, we ought to return to our roots?”

A string of gasps fluttered throughout the room, each dragon exchanging glances with the other. Then, a mirror piped up, toothy smile stretching wide - “What about a LITERAL Starfall???”

The fae scrabbled back to the top of the book pile, only to fall off the other wide. “NO APOCALYPSE! NO APOCALY - EUK”

The skydancer stood, waving her claw as her antenna bobbed. “It’s only an apocalypse if the stars are falling!! We can focus on the celebration part!”

At once, a nocturne leapt up, yellow eyes bright. “That’s perfect! We can celebrate the Arcane flight in the truest way - celebrate what makes us truly arcane!”

For half a second, the room was silent.

And then it burst into an uproar. Every dragon present started shouting, waving their arms and flapping their wings, to holler a mess of nearly opposite things - pink sparkles, radioactive waste, explosions, discovery, destruction, science, fantasy, magic. The shouting was so intensely loud that a few tundras winced, and the once-smiling mirror scrabbled under the table, covering her ears. It would have dissolved into disaster, scattering letters be damned, if not for one guardian’s quick thinking.

At the pull of a lever by the door, the room shook, then a loud, clinking creak overpowered the yelling. The ceiling folded up on itself, accordion-style, and when it finally shunked into place over the inner wall, the outside sky was clear to see.

It was a crystalline night. Far above the Starfall Isles, the cosmos stretched, glimmering white on the blanket of endless ultramarine. Every head in the conference room turned upwards, staring in awestruck silence, as if their arcane hearts had found a synchronized beat.

Someone whispered. “stars.”

And then another. And then another. And soon, every one of them was whispering that one word, softly and reverently, almost like a song if not for its irreverent lack of a rhythm. The nigh sacred moment passed, leaving the conference room in a lull of sizzling, physics-toy-noisemaking quiet.

Roslyn climbed back up onto his books, picked up a darker pink marker, and wrote - under ‘no apocalypse’ - ‘TALES OF THE STARS’. And he sat down, smile soft and yet bright.

“Bingo.”


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[center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/l97sr5qod/post_vista.png[/img][/center] You guys can post now, by the way :D Starfall is coming!
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You guys can post now, by the way :D Starfall is coming!
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im looking forwared on reading more!
im looking forwared on reading more!
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Oh this looks incredible so far, I can't wait to hear more! Ya'll don't happen to have a pinglist I could hop on, do you?
Oh this looks incredible so far, I can't wait to hear more! Ya'll don't happen to have a pinglist I could hop on, do you?
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[center][img]https://s20.postimg.org/l97sr5qod/post_vista.png[/img][/center] @alagasianflame I can't believe I didn't think of that! Let me make one right now and drop you on it~ EDIT: The deed is done!
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@alagasianflame

I can't believe I didn't think of that! Let me make one right now and drop you on it~

EDIT: The deed is done!
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This is amazing!! Please put me on the pinglist :D
This is amazing!! Please put me on the pinglist :D
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@NocturnistheDark

Done!! Thank you so much for your excitement! I've settled on Speckle and Stained, to give him an eerie frosted look. Hopefully I can find a nice avian or feline skin~!
@NocturnistheDark

Done!! Thank you so much for your excitement! I've settled on Speckle and Stained, to give him an eerie frosted look. Hopefully I can find a nice avian or feline skin~!
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