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For many years, packs of Mirrors have wandered the Scarred Wastelands. The reasons they bond together are essential to them; friendship, protection, and the need to fulfill their instinct to find others of their kind. The members of these packs rely on each other for survival. They live together and, if need be, die for each other.

Of course, there are many legends amongst these packs. One in particular is often spoken of, told by ancient storytellers to eager hatchlings for century after century. This legend has many variations, but it always states that a Mirror which has lived their life solely for the purpose of their pack will earn eyes that will see a place which has remained unseen for thousands of years; the Hunting Grounds. The Hunting Grounds is the fabled resting place of dead Mirrors which wish to hunt eternally in its plains full of healthy prey. This fabled Mirror and their pack may live in the Hunting Grounds before their time of passing, and enjoy the company of both their fallen counterparts and living friends. Many young Mirrors dream of becoming the One foretold in the prophecy.

Deep within the land of the Plaguebringer, a group of Mirror dragons, and a few dragons of other breeds, all cast out from their homes and kind, unite as one. Although their beliefs about the ancient legend vary - most of them do not believe the Hunting Grounds exists in the physical realm at all - they all wish to travel to the place which inspired the tale, for a story that widespread and ancient must be based off something. With dreams of the perfect home and plentiful prey in their minds, they set off to discover that which has not been discovered before. Many among them may pass during the journey, but perhaps, in the end, one may stand before the ancient Hunting Grounds.

All rules are based around @Tar 's Pinkerlocke rules! A few aspects have been modified, but for the most part they remain the same.

General Rules
- A death in the Coliseum means that dragon must be exalted.
- Once a dragon reaches Level 25, the challenge will technically end, although I might keep going if I ever reach that point.
- I'll be playing in a sort of medium mode, which means that when I get a food item, I'll randomly select three dragons from the Pinkerlocke and fight in the venue one down from the highest level dragon, if any dragon is below the highest dragon's level. I can also choose to play on the level of the highest dragon. If a dragon in my party is level one, then I may fight in any venue I want for twenty rounds. The only restrictions for a party is that every party must have two warriors (dragons with Scratch) and one mage (a dragon with Meditate). They'll still be randomly selected, but I'll draw twice for the warriors and once for the mages. (ALTERATION AS OF JUNE 2nd : I'll no longer be required to have two warriors and a mage. All dragons will be randomly drawn, regardless of whether they are a warrior or mage.)
- Fleeing battles is fine.
- If I only have three dragons eligible for the Coliseum, and a dragon faints, that dragon must be exalted and replaced with a new one.
- All dragons can faint once in the Coliseum without dying, if they have a familiar, because I'm a softie. However, their familiar will die in their place. After this one time, though, if they faint they must be exalted.
- There are no restrictions on applying apparel. However, no familiar can be applied unless it is gotten from Pinkerton and applied to the dragon which is gotten due to the Familiar drop. In the case of the starting three and any dragon that is gotten through an Apparel drop, they can have a familiar if one is dropped in the Coliseum. If a familiar has dropped in the Coliseum that another dragon already has applied to them, any other familiar that I currently have in my hoard can be applied to them so long as they can be gotten from the venue the other familiar was dropped in or any venue below.

Drops
- Plants: 10 - 20 matches
- Insects: 20 - 30 matches
- Seafood: 30 - 40 matches
- Meat: 40 - 50 matches

- Materials : For materials, I will write for the Pinkerlocke. Because I'll write a short little blurb for every drop I get, this one will be different in that it will be longer than the others.

- Trinkets : For trinkets, I will draw something for the Pinkerlocke, whether it be a picture of a dragon, a familiar, a scene, or a landscape!

- Familiars : Use a random number generator (between 1 - 5) to determine whether the dragon you get will be a Mirror or another kind of dragon. Drawing any number from 1 to 4 means that the dragon will be a Mirror. Drawing a 5 means that the dragon will be another breed. If a 5 is drawn, then I will randomly generate a number from 1 to 13 to decide which breed it will be.

1. Fae
2. Guardian
3. Pearlcatcher
4. Ridgeback
5. Tundra
6. Spiral
7. Imperial
8. Snapper
9. Wildclaw
10. Nocturne
11. Coatl
12. Skydancer
13. Bogsneak

Once a breed is chosen, then I must set the search parameters to only showing dragons of that breed, for treasure only, within the range of 1 - 9999 treasure (no dragons that are 10000 treasure or above). Then I will find the amount of pages of dragons that fit this description, then randomly generate a number from 1 to the number of pages. Then I will go to the page corresponding with the number drawn, and then choose my favorite dragon from that page. Once the dragon is chosen, it must be paired with the familiar drawn from Pinkerton. For the dragon's personality and name, I will be randomly generating personality traits from Worship's Bio Generator and names from this dragon name generator.

- Apparel : You can either choose to breed two dragons or get a new dragon following the Familiar rules, seen above. If you choose to breed two dragons, the dragons chosen are up to you. When the eggs hatch, a coin must be flipped for each hatchling. If tails, it dies and must be exalted, and if heads, it lives.

- Battle Items : Flip a coin. If tails, nothing happens. If heads, then randomly select three dragons using the "food" rules ten rounds consecutively, quitting midway if a dragon dies. For Battle Item rounds, I must follow the Hard Mode rules rather than the Medium Mode ones, meaning that I have to go into the venue of the highest level dragon.

[center][color=#4A5156]======================== [font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]d r a g o n s [center][color=#4A5156]======================== [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40179683] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/401797/40179683_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Qozarog[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Qozarog comes off as a grouchy, stern dragon at first meeting. After all, he has spent the last few years in the Scarred Wasteland, alone and without a pack, living only for and by himself. But he hides deep within him a kind heart and a lighthearted personality, which he has finally put to use by helping a lost Ovrim and Pyndei, and all the other dragons that he meets after them. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Pyndei[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Pyndei is a pessimist as well as a joker. She enjoys jesting about the most threatening of circumstances in her own special brand of dark humor, which will always manage to lighten the mood at least a little bit. Found by Ovrim and helped by Qozarog, Pyndei is extremely loyal to her friends who have aided her along the way in the Scarred Wasteland, although it may not always seem like it. [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40488886] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/404889/40488886_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40254730] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/402548/40254730_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156] Ovrim[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Ovrim is a perpetually nervous doctor whose mistrust in his own skills tends to get in the way of his work. However, even then he is a very valuable asset to his allies in the Scarred Wasteland, where disease kills many a dragon. He tries to help his newfound friends as best he can, even though he frequently doubts that he will be able to get the job done. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Qorrin[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Qorrin is a constantly anxious dragon who was a mechanic's apprentice before his time in the Scarred Wasteland. Unbeknownst to most, he is also quite interested in insects, and collects them in his spare time. He is always worried that he has upset someone or made them angry, although this is almost always not the case. Qorrin has been protected with vigor by Calnos ever since they met. [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40475105] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/404752/40475105_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40583723] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/405838/40583723_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Calnos[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Calnos is a serious and easily upset Guardian. He has lived by himself for many a year, wandering the Filthy One's domain for his charge, and finally found it in the form of a young Mirror named Qorrin. Before meeting Qorrin and the others of the ragtag pack that Qorrin and him are unofficial members of, Vuhin, his familiar, was his closest and only friend. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Orulth[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Orulth is a brightly enthusiastic mage in training, whose magic went untapped until her recent near-death experiences in the Scarred Wasteland. Her back left leg was lost in a tragic incident as a hatchling, which she hardly recalls. She has made quick friends with everyone around her, and has proven to have nearly endless amounts of energy at any given time. [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40511435] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/405115/40511435_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40696228] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/406963/40696228_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Berde[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Berde is an easily frightened dragon who lost her eyes to a pair of Sakura Owls. Once a carefree jester, she still has managed to retain a few fragments of her childhood innocence but is sometimes overcome by fits of panic and terrible nightmares. Ovrim, Qozarog, her familiar Crabgrass, and the others who have saved her and become her friends help her to become stronger and healthier, both mentally and physically. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Fryvirth[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Fryvirth has experienced much deception and fear throughout her life, and as such is a skittish, untrusting dragon. She can be irritable at times, but once you've proven that you're not a threat, Fryvirth is a passionate and loyal companion. Still, it is unlikely she will even tell anyone her deepest secret, one that she protects with her life. [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40793070] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/407931/40793070_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40884099] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/408841/40884099_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Gryrdir[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Gryrdir has spent his whole life as a bounty hunter, tracking down criminals and receiving his due reward. The money it gives him helps him stay afloat, but, in reality, he lives off the rush of the fight. He and his familiar, Gelus, are a fearsome battling duo. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Eilzra[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]It's unlikely to ever find Eilzra focusing on anything at all, because of his complete and all-encompassing absent-mindedness. He is also skittish, especially out in the Scarred Wasteland, as it simply isn't a place he feels comfortable. Eilzra is much more appreciative of the Zephyr Steppes, where he was once a wealthy actor and where he spent the same fortune he earned on shopping. [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41282746] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/412828/41282746_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41312515] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/413126/41312515_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Owen[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Owen is best known for her mysteriousness and secrecy. She keeps her past hidden underneath a thick shroud of confidentiality, and the only hint regarding what she has been through is the distant look in her eyes. Very rarely is she seen, except for in one's peripheral vision, waiting and watching, with her familiar Fearless at her side. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Evneinth[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Evneinth is a cold-blooded priest of the Plaguebringer. When it comes to a matter of her deity, she does not hesitate; she lives for and would die for the goddess of sickness and decay. Her rites are always perfectly performed, and day to day she obeys every rule set by her superiors. To retain her role as a priest, she must complete one final task; judge a clan or pack residing within the Scarred Wasteland in the name of the Plaguebringer, to determine whether or not said clan or pack is worthy of living in the Plaguebringer's domain. She has decided to judge Qozarog's pack, and follows after them with a critical eye. [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41557506] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/415576/41557506_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41604843] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/416049/41604843_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Yldren[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Yldren is the egotistical assistant of the Plague priest Evneinth. He supplies the music which she requires for her rituals and various practices, with the help of his trusty lute. He personally believes that he is easily the best lute player in the Scarred Wasteland, and perhaps even all of Sornieth. Although this is almost certainly not the case, he is a very good player, and practices his craft as often as he can. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Tiso[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41678064] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/416781/41678064_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42038643] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/420387/42038643_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Hephus[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum.[/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Emres[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42802288] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/428023/42802288_350.png[/img] [/url][/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42699351] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/426994/42699351_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Nymre[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum.[/columns] [rule] [rule] [center]========================[/center] [center][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]familiars[/color][/size][/font][/center] [center]========================[/center] [rule] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/23823.png[/img] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Vuhin[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Vuhin is Calnos's familiar. She may seem emotionless or even ill-tempered, but in reality she just has trouble expressing herself, especially to dragons. She and Calnos have been companions for many years, through bad and good, and he is the only one who she seems truly comfortable with. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Crabgrass[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Crabgrass is Berde's familiar. He's a grouch, that's for sure, which might come partially from his old age, but he cares for Berde like a parent cares for their child. He saved Berde from being killed by the Sakura Owl that took her eyes, and then saved Qozarog from an untimely death at the hands of the owl's companion. [nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/597.png[/img][/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/598.png[/img] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Tera[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Tera is Qozarog's familiar. Although she and her companion nearly killed Berde and Calnos killed the only other Sakura Owl she knew, she cannot deny the fact that Qozarog and her have a bond only seen between a dragon and their familiar. Begrudgingly, she follows Qozarog around, although as time passes they become more and more close. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Dirus[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Dirus is Fryvirth's familiar. It is difficult to tell how he is feeling at any given time; the only one that seems to know his emotions is Fryvirth. Fryvirth and Dirus share a connection that is simply understood, and requires no particular actions or gestures towards each other to show it. [nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/375.png[/img][/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/1221.png[/img] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Gelus[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Gelus is Gryrdir's familiar. She's stoic and serious, and won't hesitate to get into a fight. She and Gryrdir have formed a strong bond during their time together, over a multitude of close calls and satisfying victories. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Aelusa[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Aelusa is Eilzra's familiar. She is a gentle and kindred spirit, never one to do harm to another living creature. In her youth, a group of dragons attacking harpy territory had mercy on her and took her back to the Zephyr Steppes with them. It was in the Zephyr Steppes that she met Eilzra, her dearest friend and closest companion. [nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/623.png[/img] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/340.png[/img] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Vigilo[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Vigilo is Pyndei's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Pyrtius[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Pyrtius is Ovrim's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/617.png[/img] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/1149.png[/img] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Eurus[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Eurus is Qorrin's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Ionea[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Ionea is Orulth's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/357.png[/img] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/4001.png[/img] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Fearless[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Fearless is Owen's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]CAED[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]CAED is Yldren's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/11815.png[/img] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/341.png[/img] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Leora[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Leora is Tiso's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Iacto[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Iacto is Hephus's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/381.png[/img] [/columns] [rule] [rule] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/408.png[/img] [nextcol][font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]Pestilence[/size][/font] [size=4][color=#4A5156][font=cambria]Pestilence is Evneinth's familiar. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, accusam constituam cu nam, duis maiestatis ex per. Mei putant verterem ne, ad mea oporteat adipisci, per nibh munere ex. Clita persequeris theophrastus ea qui. Mea suas philosophia eu, natum summo patrioque qui ex. Suas alia duis vix ea, ut nostrud convenire aliquando usu. Est id erant complectitur, vis an docendi pericula, ullum menandri inimicus in eum. [/columns] [rule] [rule]

[center][color=#4A5156]======================== [font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]i n t r o d u c t i o n[/font][/size][/color] [color=#4A5156]========================[/center] [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/401797/40179683_350.png[/img][/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]Qozarog saw the odd, brightly colored Mirror in the distance before they saw him. Their heat signature appeared suddenly over the horizon, a glaring orange amongst the rest of the cold, dead world around them. Qozarog barely comprehended what he had seen before he leapt into action. Quickly, he abandoned his hunt, allowing a small Bog Canary to flit off only a few feet away from him, and ducked behind a rock, pressing his small, lithe body against it. From where he crouched, he could still see the stranger, wandering across the sickly red landscape. They appeared confused, unwary, and nervous. Those three were a perfect combo for a monster or dragon that was looking for an easy meal. Qozarog was not hungry at the time, and even if he had been, the stranger probably would have been safe anyways. He was, however, a cautious creature, and so he kept himself pushed up against the rock, watching and waiting. [center][color=#4A5156]========================[/center] [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/402548/40254730_350.png[/img] [/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]Ovrim was terribly, terribly lost. He wasn't certain where he had been, where he was, or, most importantly, where he was going to go. He was afraid, and so he walked to take his mind off things. He walked, and he walked, and he walked. He walked until the seconds became minutes, and the minutes became hours, and until the heavy moisture of the region began to feel like a second skin. His terror paralyzed him. His doubt and hate stole his hope. A few times, Ovrim almost fell down, and if he had, he likely would not have had the energy to get back up. But he became dangerously close to doing so, and eventually as he walked he stumbled rather violently. His claws snagged in the dry grass and thorns, and he fell forwards with a loud grunt. He skidded forward, and ended up in a low squat, with his nose only a few inches from the ground. The thick odor of death filled his nostrils, and he nearly would have choked on it had he not caught the scent of something else, something fresher and more familiar to him. Ovrim's four eyes slid open, and he caught sight of a young Mirror hatchling. [center][img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=69&bodygene=8&breed=3&element=10&gender=1&tert=119&tertgene=9&winggene=5&wings=114&auth=3e97a0e96b596f3ab5a396df658ec90bc4e1f680&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156][/center][font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]The pup, as Mirror hatchlings were often called, blinked up at Ovrim with clear agitation. She showed off her fully grown twin rows of teeth, and as she did, Ovrim realized that she was not as young as he had thought, but rather nearly an adolescent. There was no question of what to do next; Ovrim couldn't just leave her. Tenderly, and despite her nipping maw and his own self-doubt, Ovrim picked up the pup and examined her, checking to make sure there were no wounds on her. There was one - a small scratch on her lower leg, probably from a thorn - but other than that, nothing. Satisfied, Ovrim lowered her down to his chest and, after ripping a small bit of cloth from his cloak and fashioning it into a sling, settled her down into his makeshift carrier. She hissed and flailed for a moment, but quickly settled down. "I can walk," she told Ovrim in a raspy voice that implied she had not spoken for a long time. "No, you can't," Ovrim replied. "Your cut might get infected." Although Ovrim was new to her, and she felt no need to listen to another dragon's rules, she relaxed into the sling and let herself be carried. They travelled in silence for a little while. Both dragons were too deep in contemplation to speak. Soon, the two came across a large stone. It was covered from side to side with claw marks, and had a large tuft of mold and fungi on it that took up about a quarter of it. Ovrim paid no heed to it, but the pup regarded it with narrowed eyes. She sniffed in its direction, and then wrinkled her nose in disgust. "There's something wrong with that rock," she informed Ovrim. Ovrim paused. "I don't see anything," he said. "Are you sure?" "Maybe," the hatchling said, and leaned over to smell it again. "That's not much help," Ovrim replied, with a trace of a smile. He tiptoed a bit closer to it. "I guess it couldn't hurt to-" Ovrim uttered a brief shriek as a pink and purple blur shot out from the cover of the rock and into the muted daylight. "AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!" the shape cried. "BACK, YOU FOOLS! BACK!" Obediently, Ovrim stumbled backwards. "Good Arcanist! Mercy, please, have mercy!" he babbled. The pup lay with her neck craning out of the sling, watching the scene with a mixture of dread and slight amusement. The shape paused and slowed to a trot, revealing its true appearance; it happened to be a Mirror, wearing a cloak and headdress that had sometime in the past been torn to tatters. His pink eyes glowed menacingly. "WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE HERE?" he roared, and both Ovrim and the pup flinched back at his booming roar. "I'm lost! Just passing through, is all!" Ovrim cried. "And for the love of all dragonkind, please stop yelling!" the pup added from the sling. The Mirror glanced at the pup and uttered a brief laugh at her comment in spite of himself before reverting to his former intimidating stance. "And why should I believe you?" he snapped at Ovrim. Ovrim shivered uncontrollably. "B-b-because it's the truth, I swear!" Ovrim whimpered. The Mirror snorted at this, but said nothing. "Alright," he said. "I'll accept that..." He glared at the two dragons with malice. "For now, at least." Ovrim sighed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you kindly," he uttered. "You're welcome," the Mirror replied curtly. His gaze flickered from Ovrim to the hatchling, examining them both. "You said you were lost?" the Mirror asked. Ovrim shifted uncomfortably under his stare. "Yes," he replied. "I assume you don't know this land very well, either, do you?" the Mirror continued. "I can't say I know it at all," Ovrim answered. "Like I said, I'm lost, and I have nowhere else to go." The Mirror regarded the two Mirrors with pity. "Tell you what," he told them hesitantly. "I'll let you stay with me tonight. How does that sound?" Ovrim considered this for a moment, stuck by surprise at this sudden change in character. "That would be great, I think," he said. The three of them settled down in that very spot. They never spoke. It seemed to only be a meeting of chance, a pact that would likely end the next day. Such was the way of the Scarred Wastelands; friendships were not formed easily, and changed as quickly as the phases of the moon. None of them saw the future ahead of them. None of them saw how closely knit they would become, or the tragedies that would befall them. [i](This entry was written in somewhat of a rush. I might edit this later!) ((Also, as a side note for the rest of the Pinkerlocke, be warned of my bad writing and pacing. I'm still an amateur writer, and because of that the rest of this probably won't be the absolute best!))[/i]

[center][color=#4A5156]======================== [font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]o n e[/font][/size][/color] [color=#4A5156]========================[/center] [center][item=mage's peony hat][item=ghostly aura][item=frostbite dryad][/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]None of the Mirrors slept easy that night. In the Scarred Wasteland, no dragon could be fully trusted when they were first met, and so each had to stay on their guard, even while trying to fall asleep. Ovrim was familiar enough with the young pup he'd rescued, and so despite the risks he allowed her to rest under his wing to keep her leg from getting infected. Qozarog lay down on the other side of the small clearing he had spotted, head under his claws, wings folded to protect his vital organs. He was much more knowledgable that Ovrim in terms of survival, after all, and everything he did he planned carefully. Qozarog questioned his decision to let the two stay every moment that he spent awake, restlessly tossing and turning. It had been against his better judgement. He probably should have sent them on their way, to survive, like all other dragons did here. But he could hardly turn them away, now that the choice had been made. Soon, the time would come when they would be able to care for themselves. But that time was not then. Eventually, Qozarog was able to drift off into an uneasy slumber. His sleep was dreamless, as it always was. [center][color=#4A5156]========================[/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]Somewhere, about five steps away from where Qozarog lay, claws shuffled across the dry dirt and broke him out of his sleep. Nervous, snuffling nostrils scented at something, and then gave a long sigh of agitation and fear. A small, anxious voice mumbled something over and over. Qozarog's eyes slid open. In the distance, a pair of shapes that radiated thermal energy lay in a patch of dead grass. One was a Mirror pup. The other was a young Guardian, barely an adolescent. [center][img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=75&bodygene=8&breed=2&element=8&gender=0&tert=171&tertgene=17&winggene=13&wings=28&auth=54ba1468519d277a44feb9026b2d955079ceed69&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=2&bodygene=11&breed=3&element=5&gender=0&tert=177&tertgene=11&winggene=12&wings=2&auth=c6b4dcf95a503ec4888ae57ed4066ddac7a1b64d&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]To Qozarog's left was Ovrim. He had already gotten to his feet, and was staring at the two hatchlings with uncertainty. He locked eyes with Qozarog, and then made his way over to him. The pup was back in his sling, still dozing away. "What should we do?" Ovrim hissed. Qozarog considered how he had welcomed the two strangers, and regretted it afterwards. If they went and examined the hatchlings, they wouldn't be able to leave them behind. "We might as well go and look," Qozarog said. At this, Ovrim nodded and pulled the pup close. "I think so, too," he replied. Qozarog and Ovrim slunk through the brown grass that scratched at their hides and wings. The Guardian hardly seemed to notice their approach. He was too busy prodding the Mirror with his snout, murmuring something that became clearer as the two came nearer. "Wake up," the Guardian kept whispering to the Mirror, who lay unmoving before him, "Please, please wake up." He paced anxiously around, whimpering loudly like a hatchling despite his age. The Guardian only turned around as Qozarog's shadow fell upon him, and even then he did so reluctantly. "Don't hurt him," he instructed Qozarog with authority, although his voice shook with fear. "Don't worry," Qozarog told him. "We're here to help." He bent forward and sniffed the Guardian for any signs of infection, despite his discomfort at being so close to Qozarog's mouthful of teeth, and after detecting none moved on to the Mirror. The Mirror wasn't infected either, but he reeked of blood and death. Qozarog wrinkled his nose slightly at the scent, and leaned closer to check the odor again. "What's your name?" the Guardian asked, as a way to fill up the silence. The question seemed out of place to Qozarog, but he had seen and heard far stranger things. "Qozarog, but some dragons call me Qoz," Qozarog replied matter-of-factly. Qozarog then gestured vaguely at Ovrim, who had been standing quietly at Qozarog's side with an awkward look on his face. "And he's... say, what [i]is[/i] your name?" "I guess I never did tell you my name, did I?" Ovrim marveled. "Goodness, I suppose I've forgotten nearly every bit of manners I was taught as a hatchling. It's Ovrim." Ovrim then glanced down at the pup in his sling. "And she doesn't have a proper name yet. you can call her Pyndei for now; that's a family name that once belonged to my great aunt, if I remember right." A smile flitted across Qozarog's face; for what reason he could not tell. "And yours?" Qozarog asked the Guardian. "It's Calnos," the Guardian said. "Weird name, I know, but it's a family name, like Pyndei's." He suddenly shook his head, as if he'd just realized that he was late for something. "Do you know what's wrong with him?" Calnos asked, pointing his head towards the Mirror pup. Ovrim stepped forward. "I might be able to find out, but not here, with all this grass in the way," he said, and kicked a tuft of grass for emphasis. "It might be best to take him back to camp. Then we can talk about what happened." Ovrim regarded Calnos with a seriousness Qozarog had not yet seen from him. "Is that alright?" Wordlessly, Calnos nodded. The pup joined Pyndei in the sling (amazingly enough, she still slept on) and Calnos trotted alongside Ovrim, periodically glancing up to check on the state of things. Qozarog led the way, although the camp was not too far away. They travelled along in silence, a companionship already growing between them. [i](For the Trinket, I've got a drawing in progress! It's digital, which I'm not used to, so it might take a few rounds of work. For each Trinket I get, I'll return to work on it.)[/i]

[center][color=#4A5156]======================== [font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]t w o[/font][/size][/color] [color=#4A5156]========================[/center] [center][item=Scout's Quiver][/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]Just as they were walking along, Qozarog tripped over a small, warm object. His snout hit the ground violently, followed by the rest of his limbs and his chest. Qozarog recovered quickly, claws out, ready to remove whatever rock or root that had tripped him from the land on which he stood. Before he could, he found that whatever he had tripped over was alive. [center][img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=68&bodygene=14&breed=3&element=7&gender=1&tert=149&tertgene=8&winggene=1&wings=148&auth=7a4e883307f9ee2e0f16c8d17052f23adb3d3233&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]"Good Plaguebringer, not another one," he grumbled. Ovrim and the others paused right behind Qozarog, eyes alight with curiosity. "What is it?" Ovrim called. "It's another gods-forsaken hatchling!" Qozarog called back, and then asked himself aloud, "[i]Where[/i] are they all coming from?" The Mirror pup sat up and blinked the sleep from her eyes. "Don't sound so disappointed," she said good-naturedly. She then shook the dust and dirt from her hide, and propped herself up on her legs. Of these, Qozarog realized there were only three. Her left hind leg had been wholly replaced by a mixture of wood and metal. The pup traced his gaze down to her leg, and then grinned widely. "Yeah, other dragons find it interesting for some reason. Lost the leg in an accident, so I did," she said, with a demeanor so relaxed she could have been talking about the weather or someone's favorite color. "What... what happened to you? Why are you out here, all by yourself?" Qozarog asked. At this, the pup's smile faded. Her brows knitted in concentration, as if she was trying to recall something that someone had said to her long ago. "A pack," she recalled. "A pack of Mirrors, and lots of them, too. They came, and they ruined this whole patch of land." The pup shook her head, and her frown deepened. "It feels like it barely even happened at all, it was so real. I wonder..." her voice caught in her throat. "I wonder where my parents are." "Maybe they escaped," Ovrim added as he trotted up to where Qozarog and the pup stood. The pup looked up at Ovrim with a smile that did not reach her eyes. "I wish that were true," she said bitterly. "But somehow, I know it's not." "We can talk about it more when we get where we're going," Ovrim said. "In the meantime, what should we call you?" The pup brightened at the change in subject. "Orulth is what they call me," she told Ovrim. Ovrim nodded his approval. Once again, they moved on, with the pup at their side.

[center][color=#4A5156]======================== [font=optima][size=5][color=#4A5156]t h r e e[/font][/size][/color] [color=#4A5156]========================[/center] [center][item=Construction Armor][/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]The group reached the camp soon enough. After all, they had not travelled very far; the only reason the trip had taken so long was the amount of sudden interruptions. As soon as Ovrim set foot on the cleared out space that he, Qozarog, and Pyndei had settled on alone the day before, he set to work caring for his new companions. The yet unnamed Mirror pup was the first priority. Cautiously, Ovrim picked him up by the scruff of his neck and placed him down on a clear patch of earth. Ovrim sniffed the pup, and detected the same thing that Qozarog had; a heavy odor of death and blood. Ovrim flinched back as the scent coated the inside of his nostrils. With the tip of his tail, Ovrim flipped the pup over. The pup's body was so thin and light, it did so with no resistance, leaving him laying on his stomach. Ovrim's tail came back coated in blood, and quickly he realized that the rest of the pup's body was covered in it as well. At the sight of this, Calnos opened his maw and nearly retched. Ovrim payed him no heed. He could not let anything interrupt his work. Using the soft pad of one of his fingers, Ovrim traced the flow of the blood to its source, noting where the most of the substance had collected. "Well? What's wrong with him?" Qozarog asked, stating the question that Calnos was clearly too nervous to ask. Ovrim drew his fingers away. "It's some kind of head injury," Ovrim replied. His frown deepened. "Looks like someone might have hit him with a rock, maybe, but... I can't be sure about any of those things." He shook his head and sat down. "Is there anything we can do?" Calnos asked, his voice trembling. "Wrap his head with some gauze, maybe," Ovrim said thoughtfully. "Herbs would be the best thing, but I don't think any grow around here. A cleansing elixir or tachinid flies would help, too." Qozarog glanced at Ovrim with a quizzical stare. "How do you know all this stuff?" he asked. Ovrim didn't return his gaze, but replied, "I'm a doctor." He paused, and then added, "Used to be, anyways." Qozarog opened his mouth to ask another question, but decided against it; Ovrim's eyes now looked glassy, far from approachable. Pyndei, now fully awake in Ovrim's sling, chose to stay silent as well. Instead, Qozarog opted to speak to Calnos and Orulth, who were huddled closely together beside him. "Where did you come from, Calnos?" Qozarog asked him. "Is there, or was there, anyone with you?" At that, Calnos's eyes lit up. "Oh, man, I almost forgot about Vuhin!" he exclaimed. He turned behind him, towards where the group had come, and called out, "Vuhin, come on out! It's safe now!" For a moment, there was nothing. Then, a rustle, as dry grass parted to make way for something. That something rose out from its crawl and then began to crouch. Its blue and white hide was vibrant against the dull red earth. And then its shape rose and rose and rose, until it was standing on two... they could hardly be called legs (they were much more like vines), but they served the same purpose. [center][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/23823.png[/img][/center] [font=century][size=4][color=#4A5156]"Vuhin!" Calnos cried gleefully. "Thank goodness!" He trotted up beside his familiar and offered her a gentle pat on the head. Vuhin gave him a small smile in return, and then turned to glance nervously at the other dragons. "Don't worry," Calnos assured her. "They're friends." Vuhin tilted her head at him doubtfully, but she lowered herself into a more relaxed stance anyways. Qozarog nodded approvingly at Vuhin. Although druidic magic was often frowned upon in the Scarred Wastelands, it could also be a very powerful form of defense. "Alright," Qozarog began. "Enough small talk. Let's sort out the whole business of what happened to all of you, shall we?" Orulth and Calnos shared an anxious glance, but both nodded in agreement. They all settled down and prepared to tell their story.