"I'm back, my darling songbird!" Rohan shut the door behind him, his tension melting away as soon as he was in close quarters with his mate. It had been a long day, and the fact that he had gone out to find his beloved garden swarming with an infestation of beetles hadn't improved his mood. He was delighted to finally be home and to have a chance to continue his research. However, from the moment his eyes rested on Larkin, he knew something was wrong.
He had been ill for a while. A parasitic plant had attached itself to him almost a year ago, and he had fighting it ever since, but they both knew it was a losing battle. Rohan studied daily to try and learn what he could do to stop it before it was too late, but even with his numerous experiments he had made little progress as Larkin grew steadily worse.
His mate was hunched, immobile, in the corner of their den. His wolf cape was sagging over his face, but Rohan could see that beneath it bloomed new growth - fungi and flowers, closer than ever before to his eyes and mouth. Rohan rushed to his side, dropping the new specimens he had brought home to pull the cape from his face.
For a moment, his dull eyes showed no recognition. Around them more scales had peeled off, crumbling like dry petals when Rohan tried to touch them. His arcane eyes were more grey than pink, and his breathing was hardly visible, his form as frail and trembling as a green shoot after the first frost. He had had episodes caused by the parasite before, but none had ever been this severe.
After several long moments, his gaze lifted to his mate, and a pained smile spread across his face. "My flower." He wheezed. He tried to stand and greet him, but his legs gave out and he crashed to the ground, a small sigh the only indication that he had felt it. Rohan tried to help him up, but his mate was almost thirty times his weight, and all he succeeded in doing was causing more scales to flake away from his failing body and onto the dirt floor of their den.
"It's too late." Larkin murmured, as his sides heaved from the effort of his own breathing. "You knew it would come to this. It's drained me completely - and I fear now it will move on to a new host." Each word was a whisper, spoken through lungs that struggled to function. "It's never too late. I'm not giving up on you!" Rohan rushed to his desk, flipping through a spellbook. He cursed under his breath about the shortcomings of his own magical abilities, but soon settled on a spell and leaned over his mate. "This may hurt." He warned.
Larkin tilted his head towards him. "Healing magic? Flower, it's far gone for..." he paused to take a breath, and as he did so, Rohan cast the spell. The ice magic struck the fungus on his back, encrusting it with frost that spread with fingers of ice across the plant life.
Larkin jerked away, a snarl escaping his lips as he stumbled back from Rohan. He let out a roar, wavering but defiant. "Don't touch me!" He snarled. His rage-filled eyes were a pale green now, and as he spoke, spores spilled from his jaws. He jerkily lashed out at Rohan, but the smaller dragon jumped to the side. "Larkin!" He cried, and his mate faltered. For a moment they both stood locked in indecision, until Larkin's legs gave out once again. As Rohan rushed to his side, Larkin reached a claw up to touch his beloved's cheek, but his arm was too weak to reach him. "Rohan..." he breathed, as his shuddering body fell still.
"I'm back, my darling songbird!" Rohan shut the door behind him, his tension melting away as soon as he was in close quarters with his mate. It had been a long day, and the fact that he had gone out to find his beloved garden swarming with an infestation of beetles hadn't improved his mood. He was delighted to finally be home and to have a chance to continue his research. However, from the moment his eyes rested on Larkin, he knew something was wrong.
He had been ill for a while. A parasitic plant had attached itself to him almost a year ago, and he had fighting it ever since, but they both knew it was a losing battle. Rohan studied daily to try and learn what he could do to stop it before it was too late, but even with his numerous experiments he had made little progress as Larkin grew steadily worse.
His mate was hunched, immobile, in the corner of their den. His wolf cape was sagging over his face, but Rohan could see that beneath it bloomed new growth - fungi and flowers, closer than ever before to his eyes and mouth. Rohan rushed to his side, dropping the new specimens he had brought home to pull the cape from his face.
For a moment, his dull eyes showed no recognition. Around them more scales had peeled off, crumbling like dry petals when Rohan tried to touch them. His arcane eyes were more grey than pink, and his breathing was hardly visible, his form as frail and trembling as a green shoot after the first frost. He had had episodes caused by the parasite before, but none had ever been this severe.
After several long moments, his gaze lifted to his mate, and a pained smile spread across his face. "My flower." He wheezed. He tried to stand and greet him, but his legs gave out and he crashed to the ground, a small sigh the only indication that he had felt it. Rohan tried to help him up, but his mate was almost thirty times his weight, and all he succeeded in doing was causing more scales to flake away from his failing body and onto the dirt floor of their den.
"It's too late." Larkin murmured, as his sides heaved from the effort of his own breathing. "You knew it would come to this. It's drained me completely - and I fear now it will move on to a new host." Each word was a whisper, spoken through lungs that struggled to function. "It's never too late. I'm not giving up on you!" Rohan rushed to his desk, flipping through a spellbook. He cursed under his breath about the shortcomings of his own magical abilities, but soon settled on a spell and leaned over his mate. "This may hurt." He warned.
Larkin tilted his head towards him. "Healing magic? Flower, it's far gone for..." he paused to take a breath, and as he did so, Rohan cast the spell. The ice magic struck the fungus on his back, encrusting it with frost that spread with fingers of ice across the plant life.
Larkin jerked away, a snarl escaping his lips as he stumbled back from Rohan. He let out a roar, wavering but defiant. "Don't touch me!" He snarled. His rage-filled eyes were a pale green now, and as he spoke, spores spilled from his jaws. He jerkily lashed out at Rohan, but the smaller dragon jumped to the side. "Larkin!" He cried, and his mate faltered. For a moment they both stood locked in indecision, until Larkin's legs gave out once again. As Rohan rushed to his side, Larkin reached a claw up to touch his beloved's cheek, but his arm was too weak to reach him. "Rohan..." he breathed, as his shuddering body fell still.
The bells tolled mournfully on the morning Larkin was buried. Styx stood silently beside the grave as Charon dug the massive hole they would need to bury the guardian. Rigor, his familiar, worked with him, using her own bones to dislodge the dirt and help move it aside. Rohan was nowhere to be seen, though most assumed he was too stricken with grief to attend the funeral of his beloved. He had refused to allow Styx to embalm Larkin's body, and so he was being buried only a day after his death. He had also requested that the hole was only just deep enough to cover his body. Charon had objected, but Rohan became enraged when he tried to argue, and so he had decided to let him mourn in the way he needed to, and that he would get Rigor to dig the hole deeper once Rohan had had a few days to come to terms with things.
The entire clan gathered as the hole grew larger, and while few of them stayed long, all paid their respects to the massive guardian who had struggled for so long. Even the gentle Moth braved the crowd and spoke a few words, before waiting to the side to watch the rest of the funeral. Only she and a handful of others actually stayed - very few had come to know the guardian during his stay at the clan, and most felt as if their presence would only harm Rohan if he ended up coming to see the burial.
The grief-stricken pearlcatcher arrived not long before they were about to inter his body into the ground. He watched on in silence, his face void of emotion. He cast a weary nod at Moth when the dragon politely smiled at him, but didn't notice when she left. All he could see was the mound of his love's body, now buried beneath the ground.
He didn't leave the site of the grave for the rest of the day, nor did he move when night struck. When he finally stood and stretched his stiffened limbs he moved like a robot back to his den, relieved when he encountered nobody except Malachi on his way back. The dragon was guarding Atarah's den, and simply nodded at the pearlcatcher as he made his way past.
Rohan spent the rest of the night in his study. He read through every tome he owned, and then, when he had exhausted his own resources and the sun had broken the horizon long before, he knocked quietly on Ametrine's door and borrowed some more from Wisteria, who simply let him take what he needed. He felt as though his mind was in a fog, but he plowed on, ignoring the faint grumblings of hunger or the numbness of exhaustion.
He read until his eyes blurred over, and then finally when night had begun to fall again, he found what he had been looking for.
His love would come home again.
The bells tolled mournfully on the morning Larkin was buried. Styx stood silently beside the grave as Charon dug the massive hole they would need to bury the guardian. Rigor, his familiar, worked with him, using her own bones to dislodge the dirt and help move it aside. Rohan was nowhere to be seen, though most assumed he was too stricken with grief to attend the funeral of his beloved. He had refused to allow Styx to embalm Larkin's body, and so he was being buried only a day after his death. He had also requested that the hole was only just deep enough to cover his body. Charon had objected, but Rohan became enraged when he tried to argue, and so he had decided to let him mourn in the way he needed to, and that he would get Rigor to dig the hole deeper once Rohan had had a few days to come to terms with things.
The entire clan gathered as the hole grew larger, and while few of them stayed long, all paid their respects to the massive guardian who had struggled for so long. Even the gentle Moth braved the crowd and spoke a few words, before waiting to the side to watch the rest of the funeral. Only she and a handful of others actually stayed - very few had come to know the guardian during his stay at the clan, and most felt as if their presence would only harm Rohan if he ended up coming to see the burial.
The grief-stricken pearlcatcher arrived not long before they were about to inter his body into the ground. He watched on in silence, his face void of emotion. He cast a weary nod at Moth when the dragon politely smiled at him, but didn't notice when she left. All he could see was the mound of his love's body, now buried beneath the ground.
He didn't leave the site of the grave for the rest of the day, nor did he move when night struck. When he finally stood and stretched his stiffened limbs he moved like a robot back to his den, relieved when he encountered nobody except Malachi on his way back. The dragon was guarding Atarah's den, and simply nodded at the pearlcatcher as he made his way past.
Rohan spent the rest of the night in his study. He read through every tome he owned, and then, when he had exhausted his own resources and the sun had broken the horizon long before, he knocked quietly on Ametrine's door and borrowed some more from Wisteria, who simply let him take what he needed. He felt as though his mind was in a fog, but he plowed on, ignoring the faint grumblings of hunger or the numbness of exhaustion.
He read until his eyes blurred over, and then finally when night had begun to fall again, he found what he had been looking for.
His love would come home again.
Garden of the Damned - The final chapter
Please read Garden of the Damned first!
General mood: Happy ending
Rohan emerged from his den, a shambling mess of unkempt hair and eyes rimmed with shadow. He clutched in one hand an ancient tome and in the other a mixed bag of items, but despite his appearance, he seemed happier than usual. He scurried through the halls of carved marble and up into the fresh midnight air, ignoring the last few dragons who wandered the darkened halls of the lair. The magically lit lanterns that illuminated their inner territory seemed to flare as he passed by them, crackling with the energy that permeated the air.
As Rohan arrived at the freshly dug mound, he threw the tome and bag down. A vial of water, dried leaves, and several scales scattered across the soil, and as they fell, the ground seemed to take a deep breath in preperation. Rohan flipped though the tome, eerily silent as he set to work on preparing the ground and setting out materials. As he worked, the forest waited, even the crickets listening with bated breath to see what would come of the ancient ritual.
"Vial of sorrow... cause of death... remnant of flesh..." he hissed to himself as he read the tome, his claws clinking against the bottle as he poured the liquid within onto a pile of leaves and scales. The mixture was the easy part, but if you read the binding words in the wrong state of mind things could go horribly wrong. He took a deep breath. "Home you shall be, come to me, come be free." He began to chant, repeating the phrase and grinding the now wet leaves and scales into the ground as they crumbled into powder from the pressure. He breathed a puff of ice onto the ground, freezing them in place and cementing the objects together.
"Home you shall be. Come to me, please be free." Nothing happened as he repeated the words, his voice blending with that of the wind as it picked up and carried away his words. His claws dug into his hands as he thought of life alone once again, and tears began to drip from his eyes, falling onto the ground as his chanting grew louder. The earth shivered, but nothing happened as he waited impatiently. Finally, he turned his face to the sky and shouted, "Home you will be! Come to me! Be free!"
As the last word left his mouth the ground rumbled beneath him. A fine crack appeared in the ice encased mixture before it spread and shattered, melting midair to pelt him with the salty spray of his own collected tears. He stared at the spot where it had been, silence once again descending upon him. The book sat open on the dirt, fluttering gently in the wind, the leaves and scales around it slowly being carried off by the breeze. The ground was silent, though he could hear what sounded like footsteps from somewhere nearby. Had someone discovered him? He couldn't bring himself to care. "My love. My songbird." He breathed. "I can't live this life without you, my Larkin."
The last word had hardly left his mouth when the ground exploded before him. The tome began to hover above the burial mound, seemingly unharmed by the blast and its pages rapidly turning. The footsteps grew louder until they were pounding in his ears. Not footsteps. A heartbeat. A clawed hand burst from the soil, the world shuddering as its owner groaned from beneath. Vines sprung out of the ground, dragging whatever they were attached to somewhat unwillingly from his shallow resting place. Before Rohan could fully process what was happening, the fungus-encrusted head of Larkin broke free, shaking off clots of dirt as his cloudy eyes focused on the small pearlcatcher. As he arose from the ground he towered over Rohan, his gaze scanning the surroundings with an unreadable expression before coming to rest on Rohan.
The pearlcatcher remained frozen for only a moment. "Larkin!" He exclaimed, and flung himself at the statuesque guardian. "I know things are strange right now. They can't hurt you anymore." He looked up into his mate's eyes tenderly. "They are you now." He paused, giving him a moment to understand, before stepping back and bowing his head. "I'm sorry it had to be this way. Above all I wanted them gone, perhaps even more than you, but I had no choice. In death, you don't have many options."
Larkin finally stirred, his head lifting slightly to focus on Rohan. "...death?" His voice was soft and weak, but it was a voice, and Rohan struggled to hold back his joy at hearing it. "Yes, death. You..." He began to explain, but Larkin shook his head. "I... remember." His breath smelled less of fungus spores and more of soil now, but at least his vision was beginning to clear. He hung his head. "I remember."
Silence seemed to last forever on this oddly quiet night. Rohan's heart panged with guilt, knowing he had doomed his mate to a cursed existence. He was no longer a dragon, but at least he was alive. The plants growing on his body had turned him into a walking forest floor, and he would never be able to live a normal life now. It was his own selfishness that had brought him back to this, and he held no blame against him if Larkin despised him for it. Finally the guardian lifted his head, his wings slowly unfurling in the same way an old automaton might flex their rusted iron fingers. His head bowed to nuzzle his mate. "Thank you, my flower."
The next few days were unusual, but with the amount of spells and rituals that went on in the clan the fact that a dead dragon had come back to life was hardly the strangest of occurrences. Larkin integrated well back into daily life, and actually found his new state to be helpful - he fought off a group of young serthis with his enhanced abilities and terrifying appearance, and began to work as a guard, fighting off threats and defending the territory. Rohan was able to get back to how his studies used to be before Larkin became his obsession, making him and his research a valuable asset to the clan. Larkin even began to sing once again, his voice a welcome addition to the monthly clan celebrations. He was happier than before his death because his affliction no longer held him back, and Rohan was simply happy to have his mate back with him again. The rest of the clan still isn't sure about him, but they've realized there's more to him than meets the eye - and often, that's the first step to change.
Garden of the Damned - The final chapter
Please read Garden of the Damned first!
General mood: Happy ending
Rohan emerged from his den, a shambling mess of unkempt hair and eyes rimmed with shadow. He clutched in one hand an ancient tome and in the other a mixed bag of items, but despite his appearance, he seemed happier than usual. He scurried through the halls of carved marble and up into the fresh midnight air, ignoring the last few dragons who wandered the darkened halls of the lair. The magically lit lanterns that illuminated their inner territory seemed to flare as he passed by them, crackling with the energy that permeated the air.
As Rohan arrived at the freshly dug mound, he threw the tome and bag down. A vial of water, dried leaves, and several scales scattered across the soil, and as they fell, the ground seemed to take a deep breath in preperation. Rohan flipped though the tome, eerily silent as he set to work on preparing the ground and setting out materials. As he worked, the forest waited, even the crickets listening with bated breath to see what would come of the ancient ritual.
"Vial of sorrow... cause of death... remnant of flesh..." he hissed to himself as he read the tome, his claws clinking against the bottle as he poured the liquid within onto a pile of leaves and scales. The mixture was the easy part, but if you read the binding words in the wrong state of mind things could go horribly wrong. He took a deep breath. "Home you shall be, come to me, come be free." He began to chant, repeating the phrase and grinding the now wet leaves and scales into the ground as they crumbled into powder from the pressure. He breathed a puff of ice onto the ground, freezing them in place and cementing the objects together.
"Home you shall be. Come to me, please be free." Nothing happened as he repeated the words, his voice blending with that of the wind as it picked up and carried away his words. His claws dug into his hands as he thought of life alone once again, and tears began to drip from his eyes, falling onto the ground as his chanting grew louder. The earth shivered, but nothing happened as he waited impatiently. Finally, he turned his face to the sky and shouted, "Home you will be! Come to me! Be free!"
As the last word left his mouth the ground rumbled beneath him. A fine crack appeared in the ice encased mixture before it spread and shattered, melting midair to pelt him with the salty spray of his own collected tears. He stared at the spot where it had been, silence once again descending upon him. The book sat open on the dirt, fluttering gently in the wind, the leaves and scales around it slowly being carried off by the breeze. The ground was silent, though he could hear what sounded like footsteps from somewhere nearby. Had someone discovered him? He couldn't bring himself to care. "My love. My songbird." He breathed. "I can't live this life without you, my Larkin."
The last word had hardly left his mouth when the ground exploded before him. The tome began to hover above the burial mound, seemingly unharmed by the blast and its pages rapidly turning. The footsteps grew louder until they were pounding in his ears. Not footsteps. A heartbeat. A clawed hand burst from the soil, the world shuddering as its owner groaned from beneath. Vines sprung out of the ground, dragging whatever they were attached to somewhat unwillingly from his shallow resting place. Before Rohan could fully process what was happening, the fungus-encrusted head of Larkin broke free, shaking off clots of dirt as his cloudy eyes focused on the small pearlcatcher. As he arose from the ground he towered over Rohan, his gaze scanning the surroundings with an unreadable expression before coming to rest on Rohan.
The pearlcatcher remained frozen for only a moment. "Larkin!" He exclaimed, and flung himself at the statuesque guardian. "I know things are strange right now. They can't hurt you anymore." He looked up into his mate's eyes tenderly. "They are you now." He paused, giving him a moment to understand, before stepping back and bowing his head. "I'm sorry it had to be this way. Above all I wanted them gone, perhaps even more than you, but I had no choice. In death, you don't have many options."
Larkin finally stirred, his head lifting slightly to focus on Rohan. "...death?" His voice was soft and weak, but it was a voice, and Rohan struggled to hold back his joy at hearing it. "Yes, death. You..." He began to explain, but Larkin shook his head. "I... remember." His breath smelled less of fungus spores and more of soil now, but at least his vision was beginning to clear. He hung his head. "I remember."
Silence seemed to last forever on this oddly quiet night. Rohan's heart panged with guilt, knowing he had doomed his mate to a cursed existence. He was no longer a dragon, but at least he was alive. The plants growing on his body had turned him into a walking forest floor, and he would never be able to live a normal life now. It was his own selfishness that had brought him back to this, and he held no blame against him if Larkin despised him for it. Finally the guardian lifted his head, his wings slowly unfurling in the same way an old automaton might flex their rusted iron fingers. His head bowed to nuzzle his mate. "Thank you, my flower."
The next few days were unusual, but with the amount of spells and rituals that went on in the clan the fact that a dead dragon had come back to life was hardly the strangest of occurrences. Larkin integrated well back into daily life, and actually found his new state to be helpful - he fought off a group of young serthis with his enhanced abilities and terrifying appearance, and began to work as a guard, fighting off threats and defending the territory. Rohan was able to get back to how his studies used to be before Larkin became his obsession, making him and his research a valuable asset to the clan. Larkin even began to sing once again, his voice a welcome addition to the monthly clan celebrations. He was happier than before his death because his affliction no longer held him back, and Rohan was simply happy to have his mate back with him again. The rest of the clan still isn't sure about him, but they've realized there's more to him than meets the eye - and often, that's the first step to change.
Branded General mood: Adversaries, tension
Part 1 - The trial
"Sanguinox." The booming voice was almost enough to startle the bogsneak out of staring at a passing insect, though he still managed to resist the urge to face the furious mirror who stared down at him. "You are here today to be punished for your crimes, and face the justice you have been running from." The murmurs of angry dragons along with their furious stares caused him to shift uncomfortably in his chains as he glared down at the ground, and he resisted the urge to spit at the dragons perched nearby who looked imperiously down at him from their marble seats. "Do you have anything to say in your defence?"
He allowed the gathered dragons to become quiet once again before he lifted his head, his gaze as piercing as a freshly whetted blade. "My defence?" He growled, raising himself up before the chains binding every limb forced him down again. "Why don't you release me, and I'll show you my defence?"
He could hear Marshall sobbing pitifully nearby, and he felt a pang of some unknown emotion before he turned his attention back to the dragon who faced him. "I have done nothing but attempt to regain what was stolen from me." Even as he said it, he knew it was a lie, and the fact that it was no longer truth to him made him shake his head with frustration. What was happening to him? His tribe was all that mattered, and yet here he was, unsure of even that anymore. The sound of Marshall's weeping was putting him on edge, he decided, and he turned to snarl at her before facing his captor once again.
"Tell me, Solstice," he began, attempting to intimidate the smaller mirror, "what exactly have I done? I have succeeded with nothing. I have merely been persecuted, cornered, and trapped like a beast, all so that your 'justice' could unfairly brand me a criminal and leave me to rot."
Solstice flared his wings and hissed, though the less than four meter wingspan did little to deter the hulking bogsneak. "You attempted to kill a member of our clan. When you inevitably failed, you skulked in the shadows like a pitiful dog, unable to strike again but desperately trying. We have tolerated you until now, but we know of your past and who you are, and you must be punished for your actions." The mention of his past rattled Sanguinox. She had actually told them. If he didn't hate her as much as he did, he would have been proud of Mollistris' brazenness.
He sat down once again when he saw Jade behind Solstice, her eerie red-green eyes glimmering like those of a feral beast. Twice the size of her mate and ten times as ruthless, even he wasn't bold enough to challenge her. He was certain that in a different situation she wouldn't hesitate to deal with him in her own way, away from the prying eyes of all these witnesses.
"Fine, fine. So someone let slip a little something about the dragon I used to be. So what?" He was stalling. His gaze raked the crowd of assembled dragons, searching for the telltale golden glow that would betray where his quarry was hidden. He cursed light clans for their love of shiny things, the light glinting off of far too many dragons adorned in bangles and trinkets. Finally, however, he found her. She was staring at the ground, mostly hidden beneath the protective wing of her golden mate. Her runes glowed as faintly as usual, but he found himself unable to conjure the vile hatred he usually could when he thought of his traitorous sister. Now he knew something was wrong with him. He felt a hint of pity worm its way into his gut, and he couldn't quash it. He had done this to her. He shook his head, realizing that Solstice had been speaking to him and the assembled crowd while he was distracted.
"...judge you guilty. Your punishment is to be reformed."
Something about the way he said that indicated that it was to be much worse than he had anticipated. His mate had begun to cry again as she was dragged away, and for the first time he felt like lashing out at someone other than her, perhaps the skydancer whose claws were currently dragging her to some unknown place, far away from him. "Where are you taking her?" He snarled, as a massive guardian began to drag him in the opposite direction. She looked sadly down at him, but didn't say a word. He felt true dread begin to form within him for the first time since he had been banished from the Caedis tribe. Something told him he truly had no idea what was in store for him as punishment for what he had done, and he wondered if this clan of light had darkness at its heart that he was about to experience first hand.
Branded General mood: Adversaries, tension
Part 1 - The trial
"Sanguinox." The booming voice was almost enough to startle the bogsneak out of staring at a passing insect, though he still managed to resist the urge to face the furious mirror who stared down at him. "You are here today to be punished for your crimes, and face the justice you have been running from." The murmurs of angry dragons along with their furious stares caused him to shift uncomfortably in his chains as he glared down at the ground, and he resisted the urge to spit at the dragons perched nearby who looked imperiously down at him from their marble seats. "Do you have anything to say in your defence?"
He allowed the gathered dragons to become quiet once again before he lifted his head, his gaze as piercing as a freshly whetted blade. "My defence?" He growled, raising himself up before the chains binding every limb forced him down again. "Why don't you release me, and I'll show you my defence?"
He could hear Marshall sobbing pitifully nearby, and he felt a pang of some unknown emotion before he turned his attention back to the dragon who faced him. "I have done nothing but attempt to regain what was stolen from me." Even as he said it, he knew it was a lie, and the fact that it was no longer truth to him made him shake his head with frustration. What was happening to him? His tribe was all that mattered, and yet here he was, unsure of even that anymore. The sound of Marshall's weeping was putting him on edge, he decided, and he turned to snarl at her before facing his captor once again.
"Tell me, Solstice," he began, attempting to intimidate the smaller mirror, "what exactly have I done? I have succeeded with nothing. I have merely been persecuted, cornered, and trapped like a beast, all so that your 'justice' could unfairly brand me a criminal and leave me to rot."
Solstice flared his wings and hissed, though the less than four meter wingspan did little to deter the hulking bogsneak. "You attempted to kill a member of our clan. When you inevitably failed, you skulked in the shadows like a pitiful dog, unable to strike again but desperately trying. We have tolerated you until now, but we know of your past and who you are, and you must be punished for your actions." The mention of his past rattled Sanguinox. She had actually told them. If he didn't hate her as much as he did, he would have been proud of Mollistris' brazenness.
He sat down once again when he saw Jade behind Solstice, her eerie red-green eyes glimmering like those of a feral beast. Twice the size of her mate and ten times as ruthless, even he wasn't bold enough to challenge her. He was certain that in a different situation she wouldn't hesitate to deal with him in her own way, away from the prying eyes of all these witnesses.
"Fine, fine. So someone let slip a little something about the dragon I used to be. So what?" He was stalling. His gaze raked the crowd of assembled dragons, searching for the telltale golden glow that would betray where his quarry was hidden. He cursed light clans for their love of shiny things, the light glinting off of far too many dragons adorned in bangles and trinkets. Finally, however, he found her. She was staring at the ground, mostly hidden beneath the protective wing of her golden mate. Her runes glowed as faintly as usual, but he found himself unable to conjure the vile hatred he usually could when he thought of his traitorous sister. Now he knew something was wrong with him. He felt a hint of pity worm its way into his gut, and he couldn't quash it. He had done this to her. He shook his head, realizing that Solstice had been speaking to him and the assembled crowd while he was distracted.
"...judge you guilty. Your punishment is to be reformed."
Something about the way he said that indicated that it was to be much worse than he had anticipated. His mate had begun to cry again as she was dragged away, and for the first time he felt like lashing out at someone other than her, perhaps the skydancer whose claws were currently dragging her to some unknown place, far away from him. "Where are you taking her?" He snarled, as a massive guardian began to drag him in the opposite direction. She looked sadly down at him, but didn't say a word. He felt true dread begin to form within him for the first time since he had been banished from the Caedis tribe. Something told him he truly had no idea what was in store for him as punishment for what he had done, and he wondered if this clan of light had darkness at its heart that he was about to experience first hand.
Branded - Part 2
Please read Branded!
General mood: Tension, reform
Part 2 - Preparations
It had been days of silence. Silence, and waiting. Nobody would tell him what his punishment was to be - he was simply left in the dark, awaiting a fate he had no indication of. The tension gnawed at his insides alongside other tedious emotions and he found himself pacing back and forth, both dreading and longing for the moment he was to begin his punishment. Anything, he felt, would be better than this endless wait. Kokakku, as he learned the large guardian who had first taken him here was called, was the only one to visit, leaving food and ensuring he was still safely within the prison. She needn't have worried. The walls may have been ancient but the stone was more than sturdy, enough to bar in an imperial if needs be. He had tried scratching at the loose dirt in between the large stone slabs but all he had succeeded in doing was releasing a shower of dust that left him coughing and miserable.
Almost as if his wish for release had been heard, the quiet clicking on claws on cold stone came towards his cell, and he tensed as someone unknown slowly slid the heavy bolt out of place. However, it was not Solstice who faced him - the shimmering eyes of the wolf queen Jade met his own, and he involuntarily shuddered as he met her gaze. His solitude now seemed like a paradise compared to whatever she might have planned.
Her gaze was inscrutable aside from the vague contempt and distaste she clearly had for him. "Sanguinox." The word hissed from her teeth. He was startled to hear her voice for the first time. It reminded him of the bite of winter, smooth as ice and twice as dangerous. She drew out every letter, hissing like a snake. She raised a hand and he bristled, but she merely waved for him to follow. "It's time."
He followed her, unwilling to face whatever might happen if he refused. As they ascended from the bowels of the damp and stale-smelling prison, he winced at the blinding light outside, pausing for a moment so that his eye could adjust. He was thankful, in a small way, that Jade remained silent and still as he gazed around him.
It seemed like the clan was preparing for something. Banners were being hung from every column, and a large stage was garishly decorated, covered in flowers that filled the air with their sweet and heady scent. Dragons moved excitedly about, and hardly any of them paused to glance at him, the bedraggled prisoner who was being led away by their lithe green matriarch.
"What's going on?" He asked her, and she turned to gaze at him with her piercing, cold eyes. "Something special." She responded. "In fact, I think you might be invited." Her smile, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth, made him shudder. The laughter in the air felt more threatening now, and he wondered once again what they had planned for him. In the Caedis tribe he had participated in the brutal slaughter of enemy dragons, or even passing traders whose wares had caught the eye of one of the many bogsneaks in the group. Ritual sacrifice and offerings to the shade were just part of everyday life there. He felt, for a small moment, a stir of pity for the dragons he had helped kill. Had they felt the same as him during their last days, when they heard the screams of their companions? Small, insignificant, and utterly hopeless?
He broke out of his thoughts when he realized Jade was staring at him. He quickly caught up to her, his mind a tumultuous mess of emotion. He was breaking. Pity, fear, they were feelings for lesser dragons. He belonged to the Caedis tribe, but in this state, he was no different then the dragons they called their prey. Was he even deserving of the title of a child of Caedis? He had been baptized into the tribe only to have his pride stripped from him. Had his time away from them changed him so much? He hung his head and followed her into the forest, numb to the joy of the dragons behind them. All he could do was wait and see.
They went deeper and deeper into the dark woods, until the arching trees overhead obscured the sun, and tangled thorns began to block their path, reaching for them like blackened claws. Jade walked silently, and Sanguinox almost longed for her to speak just so that something would break the eerie silence. Finally they arrived at a bramble wall and Jade turned to him, looking almost at peace in the forest's silence. "Wait here. I have something to attend to." Before he could protest, or even ask her what she needed to do this far out into the forest, she had slipped through a small gap in the thorns and was gone, leaving him alone in the silence of the forest.
Branded - Part 2
Please read Branded!
General mood: Tension, reform
Part 2 - Preparations
It had been days of silence. Silence, and waiting. Nobody would tell him what his punishment was to be - he was simply left in the dark, awaiting a fate he had no indication of. The tension gnawed at his insides alongside other tedious emotions and he found himself pacing back and forth, both dreading and longing for the moment he was to begin his punishment. Anything, he felt, would be better than this endless wait. Kokakku, as he learned the large guardian who had first taken him here was called, was the only one to visit, leaving food and ensuring he was still safely within the prison. She needn't have worried. The walls may have been ancient but the stone was more than sturdy, enough to bar in an imperial if needs be. He had tried scratching at the loose dirt in between the large stone slabs but all he had succeeded in doing was releasing a shower of dust that left him coughing and miserable.
Almost as if his wish for release had been heard, the quiet clicking on claws on cold stone came towards his cell, and he tensed as someone unknown slowly slid the heavy bolt out of place. However, it was not Solstice who faced him - the shimmering eyes of the wolf queen Jade met his own, and he involuntarily shuddered as he met her gaze. His solitude now seemed like a paradise compared to whatever she might have planned.
Her gaze was inscrutable aside from the vague contempt and distaste she clearly had for him. "Sanguinox." The word hissed from her teeth. He was startled to hear her voice for the first time. It reminded him of the bite of winter, smooth as ice and twice as dangerous. She drew out every letter, hissing like a snake. She raised a hand and he bristled, but she merely waved for him to follow. "It's time."
He followed her, unwilling to face whatever might happen if he refused. As they ascended from the bowels of the damp and stale-smelling prison, he winced at the blinding light outside, pausing for a moment so that his eye could adjust. He was thankful, in a small way, that Jade remained silent and still as he gazed around him.
It seemed like the clan was preparing for something. Banners were being hung from every column, and a large stage was garishly decorated, covered in flowers that filled the air with their sweet and heady scent. Dragons moved excitedly about, and hardly any of them paused to glance at him, the bedraggled prisoner who was being led away by their lithe green matriarch.
"What's going on?" He asked her, and she turned to gaze at him with her piercing, cold eyes. "Something special." She responded. "In fact, I think you might be invited." Her smile, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth, made him shudder. The laughter in the air felt more threatening now, and he wondered once again what they had planned for him. In the Caedis tribe he had participated in the brutal slaughter of enemy dragons, or even passing traders whose wares had caught the eye of one of the many bogsneaks in the group. Ritual sacrifice and offerings to the shade were just part of everyday life there. He felt, for a small moment, a stir of pity for the dragons he had helped kill. Had they felt the same as him during their last days, when they heard the screams of their companions? Small, insignificant, and utterly hopeless?
He broke out of his thoughts when he realized Jade was staring at him. He quickly caught up to her, his mind a tumultuous mess of emotion. He was breaking. Pity, fear, they were feelings for lesser dragons. He belonged to the Caedis tribe, but in this state, he was no different then the dragons they called their prey. Was he even deserving of the title of a child of Caedis? He had been baptized into the tribe only to have his pride stripped from him. Had his time away from them changed him so much? He hung his head and followed her into the forest, numb to the joy of the dragons behind them. All he could do was wait and see.
They went deeper and deeper into the dark woods, until the arching trees overhead obscured the sun, and tangled thorns began to block their path, reaching for them like blackened claws. Jade walked silently, and Sanguinox almost longed for her to speak just so that something would break the eerie silence. Finally they arrived at a bramble wall and Jade turned to him, looking almost at peace in the forest's silence. "Wait here. I have something to attend to." Before he could protest, or even ask her what she needed to do this far out into the forest, she had slipped through a small gap in the thorns and was gone, leaving him alone in the silence of the forest.
[center][size=6]Phoenix of wind[/size]
[size=4]General mood: Escape, fear, loss, sacrifice
Part 1 - Death's angels[/center]
[size=4]An explosion rocked the ground beneath [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=62348&tab=dragon&did=2868732]Malachi[/url]. Dazed, he attempted to stand, momentarily unsure of where he was. Another shockwave shook the ground and he struggled to keep his footing, reaching for his sword as he pulled his cloak over his head. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but then he turned his gaze to the nest of bedding beside him. Empty.
"[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=62348&did=29643269]Atarah[/url]!" His voice was heavy with sleep, and he gazed blearily around, desperately trying to think of where she would have gone. Had she been kidnapped, or something far worse? He had worried about this. She'd insisted on going herself rather than just sending an emissary to this small kingdom in the reedcleft ascent, and now he cursed himself for not stopping her despite her insistence that things would be fine. He had never left her side, and yet even though he had been sleeping right beside her she was gone. Without giving himself time to dwell on it and blame himself further he bolted out the door.
The hallways of the castle were partially collapsed, rubble blocking the path to his left. Right it was, then. He ran without a thought for his own safety, his heart fluttering like a panicked bird in his chest. She couldn't die on his watch. He had guarded her since she was an egg, raised her as his own, and he loved her more than even ancient draconian had a word for. As he approached a corner he heard another explosion and ducked to avoid a falling stone that nearly crushed him. Atarah. She was all he could think about.
As if his thoughts had summoned her, when he turned the corner he almost ran straight into her, crumpled in a pile on the floor and surrounded by rubble. He felt dizzy with relief that quickly turned to fear as he saw blood pooling around her wing, which was crumpled at a terrible angle and partially covered by rubble. She lifted her head at the sound of his trembling voice. The joy he felt at seeing her alive filled him with new strength, and he quickly began to move away the stones from where they pinned her.
The sight of the small fae beside her, motionless, dampened his happiness when he noticed them. "What happened?" He gasped, as he helped her to her feet. She reached around for her sword until she saw it shattered beneath the rubble. "Assassins." She breathed. "The same ones who..." she fell silent, and Malachi nodded. Her parents had suffered the same fate, but he didn't have time to reflect on it. Her sword, commissioned by a now deceased blacksmith by them both as a hatchday gift, was almost all she had left to remember them by, and to see it broken beyond repair had certainly crushed her.
"You're injured. Let me carry you." Before she could object he lifted her onto his back and took off at a sprint, holding her the way he did when she was just a hatchling. She rested her head on his back, and he felt her tremble as another shudder shook the building. "They set off explosions when the fae warned them I had gotten away from him. I don't know how he told them - he had a small device, something I've never seen before." Her voice wavered and she stopped speaking. "It's okay. You're safe with me now." There would be time for tears later. Right now, he needed to carry her, keep her away from further harm.
They turned another corner and he caught a whiff of fresh air. The explosions seemed to have stopped - their attempts to block off all escape had failed, though he hoped desperately that they weren't aware of it. The fear only gave him motivation to run faster, and he was thankful Atarah was watching his back so that he wouldn't be surprised if any had decided to stay behind or hide in the many corridors leading deeper into the collapsing castle.
He burst into the fresh air - and stopped short. In front of him, barring escape on foot, were a small group of dragons. A single guardian was poised to fly, his frills flared with aggression as a rather small ridgeback shouted commands to the three mirrors prowling and scenting the air. Despite his diminutive size compared to most dragons of his species he still towered over all except the guardian, each of his spines as long as Malachi's own sword. The dragons all turned to face the two of them, and Malachi felt a cold chill run through him as he realized what they had done. It had all been a ploy meant to draw them out - the real danger had always been outside, and he considered how well he could fly with her on his back. Their chances were slim. She was larger than him, and even despite all his training he couldn't carry them both.
He drew his sword and Atarah slid off his back, thankfully able to stand despite her drooping and mangled right wing. She flared her one good wing and hissed, menacing the mirrors, though the ridgeback seemed unfazed. His one eye was clouded but the other focused on Malachi with deadly precision, his mouth pulled back in a sneer. His voice was higher than expected when he finally spoke, dripping with contempt. "Rago, Flago, Plago. Don't fail like Eon did."
The mirrors needed no more convincing. They lunged forward, but they were inexperienced. The ridgeback watched with disgust as Malachi fought them off, driving them back until they retreated, licking their wounds and scurrying off into the shadows. The sharp smell of their blood permeated the air. "They'll survive." The ridgeback remarked, in a tone that strongly resembled disappointment. "It's too bad the same can't be said about you."
Malachi readied himself yet again, but the ridgeback simply turned away, climbing laboriously onto the back of the guardian. He realized with a start that the ridgeback's left wing which was previously tucked behind him was mutilated, either from fire or one of plague's worse diseases, making it difficult for him to move. As he watched, confused, as the dragon prepared to take off, he heard Atarah gasp behind him. He spun to see another dragon in the door of the castle, a spell readied in his claws. He didn't have time to think. He lunged in front of her as the spell exploded from the dragon's outstretched hand, and the world around him went silent and dark like a curtain falling over a stage.
[center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2514056/2#post_39204661]Part 2[/url]
[img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/26205-6.png[/img][/center]
Phoenix of wind General mood: Escape, fear, loss, sacrifice
Part 1 - Death's angels
An explosion rocked the ground beneath Malachi. Dazed, he attempted to stand, momentarily unsure of where he was. Another shockwave shook the ground and he struggled to keep his footing, reaching for his sword as he pulled his cloak over his head. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but then he turned his gaze to the nest of bedding beside him. Empty.
"Atarah!" His voice was heavy with sleep, and he gazed blearily around, desperately trying to think of where she would have gone. Had she been kidnapped, or something far worse? He had worried about this. She'd insisted on going herself rather than just sending an emissary to this small kingdom in the reedcleft ascent, and now he cursed himself for not stopping her despite her insistence that things would be fine. He had never left her side, and yet even though he had been sleeping right beside her she was gone. Without giving himself time to dwell on it and blame himself further he bolted out the door.
The hallways of the castle were partially collapsed, rubble blocking the path to his left. Right it was, then. He ran without a thought for his own safety, his heart fluttering like a panicked bird in his chest. She couldn't die on his watch. He had guarded her since she was an egg, raised her as his own, and he loved her more than even ancient draconian had a word for. As he approached a corner he heard another explosion and ducked to avoid a falling stone that nearly crushed him. Atarah. She was all he could think about.
As if his thoughts had summoned her, when he turned the corner he almost ran straight into her, crumpled in a pile on the floor and surrounded by rubble. He felt dizzy with relief that quickly turned to fear as he saw blood pooling around her wing, which was crumpled at a terrible angle and partially covered by rubble. She lifted her head at the sound of his trembling voice. The joy he felt at seeing her alive filled him with new strength, and he quickly began to move away the stones from where they pinned her.
The sight of the small fae beside her, motionless, dampened his happiness when he noticed them. "What happened?" He gasped, as he helped her to her feet. She reached around for her sword until she saw it shattered beneath the rubble. "Assassins." She breathed. "The same ones who..." she fell silent, and Malachi nodded. Her parents had suffered the same fate, but he didn't have time to reflect on it. Her sword, commissioned by a now deceased blacksmith by them both as a hatchday gift, was almost all she had left to remember them by, and to see it broken beyond repair had certainly crushed her.
"You're injured. Let me carry you." Before she could object he lifted her onto his back and took off at a sprint, holding her the way he did when she was just a hatchling. She rested her head on his back, and he felt her tremble as another shudder shook the building. "They set off explosions when the fae warned them I had gotten away from him. I don't know how he told them - he had a small device, something I've never seen before." Her voice wavered and she stopped speaking. "It's okay. You're safe with me now." There would be time for tears later. Right now, he needed to carry her, keep her away from further harm.
They turned another corner and he caught a whiff of fresh air. The explosions seemed to have stopped - their attempts to block off all escape had failed, though he hoped desperately that they weren't aware of it. The fear only gave him motivation to run faster, and he was thankful Atarah was watching his back so that he wouldn't be surprised if any had decided to stay behind or hide in the many corridors leading deeper into the collapsing castle.
He burst into the fresh air - and stopped short. In front of him, barring escape on foot, were a small group of dragons. A single guardian was poised to fly, his frills flared with aggression as a rather small ridgeback shouted commands to the three mirrors prowling and scenting the air. Despite his diminutive size compared to most dragons of his species he still towered over all except the guardian, each of his spines as long as Malachi's own sword. The dragons all turned to face the two of them, and Malachi felt a cold chill run through him as he realized what they had done. It had all been a ploy meant to draw them out - the real danger had always been outside, and he considered how well he could fly with her on his back. Their chances were slim. She was larger than him, and even despite all his training he couldn't carry them both.
He drew his sword and Atarah slid off his back, thankfully able to stand despite her drooping and mangled right wing. She flared her one good wing and hissed, menacing the mirrors, though the ridgeback seemed unfazed. His one eye was clouded but the other focused on Malachi with deadly precision, his mouth pulled back in a sneer. His voice was higher than expected when he finally spoke, dripping with contempt. "Rago, Flago, Plago. Don't fail like Eon did."
The mirrors needed no more convincing. They lunged forward, but they were inexperienced. The ridgeback watched with disgust as Malachi fought them off, driving them back until they retreated, licking their wounds and scurrying off into the shadows. The sharp smell of their blood permeated the air. "They'll survive." The ridgeback remarked, in a tone that strongly resembled disappointment. "It's too bad the same can't be said about you."
Malachi readied himself yet again, but the ridgeback simply turned away, climbing laboriously onto the back of the guardian. He realized with a start that the ridgeback's left wing which was previously tucked behind him was mutilated, either from fire or one of plague's worse diseases, making it difficult for him to move. As he watched, confused, as the dragon prepared to take off, he heard Atarah gasp behind him. He spun to see another dragon in the door of the castle, a spell readied in his claws. He didn't have time to think. He lunged in front of her as the spell exploded from the dragon's outstretched hand, and the world around him went silent and dark like a curtain falling over a stage.
[center][size=6]Phoenix of wind[/size]
[center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2514056/2#post_38368375]Part 1[/url][/center]
[size=4]General mood: Mystery, the unknown
Part 2 - The in between[/center]
[size=4]The silence was deafening.
In the in between, many things waited in limbo. Perhaps they were hatchlings, still lost from their early ends, or animals taken while they still had families or lives left unlived. Some of them he believed to be something else, ethereal emissaries from the beyond who would come to take those who had been lost to the place past the void. Many of them would eventually find their way, but he had heard no call from either side, no pull to bring him to a place outside of the darkness. He waited for a breath of wind or some sign from the outside or perhaps a bony claw to lure him into the beyond, but neither came, and he realized after some time that perhaps they never would. If he were to escape it would be of his own strength.
He drifted, shapeless, transient, and silent, in a world that was void and foreign. The expanse around him was neither black nor colourful - there was simply emotion, longing and loss, bundled together into an empty expanse full of silent voices that made you ache with feelings you no longer understood. He often found himself growing tired but what remained of his base instincts screamed against sleep, and so he resisted despite the lagging exhaustion.
He eventually came to a place where the in between felt different. In the back of his consciousness a memory surfaced, a flash of a green slope and something familiar climbing it, and he winced at the brightness of colour in this empty place. Though the exhaustion mounted he continued his journey, climbing upwards in a place where painful memories would seize his mind frequently and remind him of a life he had once lived. He would sometimes think of travelling to the beyond instead, a downhill trek where he could sleep all he needed, but something within forced him onwards, though his weary spirit protested every moment of it.
Above all others, it was the memory of a certain creature that stirred his motivation to continue, red eyes that practically glowed with life and a smile as beautiful as the world he was taunted with brief glimpses of. Why had he left that world? Every moment on his journey back was a millennia, and every millennia a moment. The memories were a sweet torture, and he embraced the bitter taste of every blinding colour he was able to experience before they were torn from his mind once again.
The exhaustion was overwhelming. He felt himself fading but refused to let it take him even when floating through the sea of memory and emptiness become almost too much to handle. He knew he was close. He could almost feel the wind on his skin, his claws flexing to touch the ground. The wind... it tickled his feathers, gently, teasingly, and he realized with a start that his eyes were shut. Had he fallen asleep, after everything he had done to avoid it? He rapidly opened his eyes and the memory that hit him was the most painful of all, blinding light from all angles and a green expanse that seemed to go on forever. He scanned his surroundings for those eyes, the ones that had lured him all the way here, but he saw nothing but colourful kites in the far distance and swaying green grass all around. He was tired, so tired, and the grass below him seemed so inviting. Would she come to him if he slept? What if he had been wrong all along? He needed to see her again, to find her, but his muscles ached and his eyes burned from the light, and he could hardly remember how he had gotten here in the first place, to this strangely bright land where the grass spread out in all directions as far as the eye could see. A small rest was all he needed, and after that... his thoughts faded away as sleep gripped him at last, plunging him into a fitful rest filled with dreams of red eyes and flame.
[center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2514056/2#post_39204950]Part 3[/url]
[img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/26205-1.png[/img][/center]
General mood: Mystery, the unknown
Part 2 - The in between
The silence was deafening.
In the in between, many things waited in limbo. Perhaps they were hatchlings, still lost from their early ends, or animals taken while they still had families or lives left unlived. Some of them he believed to be something else, ethereal emissaries from the beyond who would come to take those who had been lost to the place past the void. Many of them would eventually find their way, but he had heard no call from either side, no pull to bring him to a place outside of the darkness. He waited for a breath of wind or some sign from the outside or perhaps a bony claw to lure him into the beyond, but neither came, and he realized after some time that perhaps they never would. If he were to escape it would be of his own strength.
He drifted, shapeless, transient, and silent, in a world that was void and foreign. The expanse around him was neither black nor colourful - there was simply emotion, longing and loss, bundled together into an empty expanse full of silent voices that made you ache with feelings you no longer understood. He often found himself growing tired but what remained of his base instincts screamed against sleep, and so he resisted despite the lagging exhaustion.
He eventually came to a place where the in between felt different. In the back of his consciousness a memory surfaced, a flash of a green slope and something familiar climbing it, and he winced at the brightness of colour in this empty place. Though the exhaustion mounted he continued his journey, climbing upwards in a place where painful memories would seize his mind frequently and remind him of a life he had once lived. He would sometimes think of travelling to the beyond instead, a downhill trek where he could sleep all he needed, but something within forced him onwards, though his weary spirit protested every moment of it.
Above all others, it was the memory of a certain creature that stirred his motivation to continue, red eyes that practically glowed with life and a smile as beautiful as the world he was taunted with brief glimpses of. Why had he left that world? Every moment on his journey back was a millennia, and every millennia a moment. The memories were a sweet torture, and he embraced the bitter taste of every blinding colour he was able to experience before they were torn from his mind once again.
The exhaustion was overwhelming. He felt himself fading but refused to let it take him even when floating through the sea of memory and emptiness become almost too much to handle. He knew he was close. He could almost feel the wind on his skin, his claws flexing to touch the ground. The wind... it tickled his feathers, gently, teasingly, and he realized with a start that his eyes were shut. Had he fallen asleep, after everything he had done to avoid it? He rapidly opened his eyes and the memory that hit him was the most painful of all, blinding light from all angles and a green expanse that seemed to go on forever. He scanned his surroundings for those eyes, the ones that had lured him all the way here, but he saw nothing but colourful kites in the far distance and swaying green grass all around. He was tired, so tired, and the grass below him seemed so inviting. Would she come to him if he slept? What if he had been wrong all along? He needed to see her again, to find her, but his muscles ached and his eyes burned from the light, and he could hardly remember how he had gotten here in the first place, to this strangely bright land where the grass spread out in all directions as far as the eye could see. A small rest was all he needed, and after that... his thoughts faded away as sleep gripped him at last, plunging him into a fitful rest filled with dreams of red eyes and flame.
[center][size=6]Phoenix of wind[/size]
[center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2514056/2#post_38368375]Part 1[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2514056/2#post_39204661]Part 2[/url][/center]
[size=4]General mood: Confusion/being lost, mystery
Part 3 - The herbalist[/center]
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He woke up finally in an unfamiliar nest surrounded by strange-smelling plants and orange fireflies that fluttered about him, singing whatever they landed on. Draped over him was a tattered black cloak that smelled faintly of smoke, as if it had recently passed through a fire. He groaned and lifted his head, his mind in a haze, and blinked at the hut he was in. The walls were constructed of closely-grown bamboo and a leafy roof of palm fronds above, with a door of hanging vines that sheltered the hut from most light.
He shook himself, carefully unfurling his wings and then curling his claws, examining his digits as if he wasn't quite sure they were actually there. He felt groggy, but at least he was alive - though he couldn't remember how he had gotten here, or much of anything before this point. He felt like he should be doing something important, but his thoughts were confused and slow, and he instead struggled to his feet, bumping into a few shelves on his way over to the door.
When he exited into the light he was greeted with what looked like a small clan. Hatchlings tumbled in the grass and elders chatted while lounging in the sun, watching a nearby young drake fly a kite through the air. An elderly tundra who was tending a nearby garden looked startled when he noticed he was awake, and quickly dropped the plants he was holding before rushing over. "Oh! We were getting worried you weren't going to wake up!"
"Do I know you?" Malachi's tone was friendly but guarded, and he put a bit of distance between himself and this stranger. The dragon's weathered face was unfamiliar to him, but that didn't mean much when his memories consisted of little more than faint shreds of emotion and glimpses of the past so miniscule they were almost useless to him. The dragon smiled, though his expression clearly showed it wasn't the reaction he had been expecting. "No, unfortunately not. We found you in the middle of nowhere, with nothing around for miles exceptin' for a single eggshell right beside you. I patched you up as best I could, but you seemed almost dead for a bit there. If it weren't for young Bloodmaw o'er there, who stumbled upon where you were sleepin' when he was hunting, who knows what would've happened?"
He gestured to the drake with the kite before his expression turned serious. "Now, I don't mean to offend you 'ere, but seeing as we've got young'uns around and some of the dragons were right worried about it seein' the circumstances, I need to ask..." He paused, looked around conspiratorially, and then whispered; "You aren't a.... egg eater, are you? I mean, that can do terrible things to a dragon, and we've got little ones of our own we need to..." Malachi cut him off with a quick shake of his head. "No, no, I wouldn't... that's not me."
He couldn't remember much of anything, but he was certain he wasn't the type to eat eggs at the very least. The elder nodded, relieved, though he still looked a bit hesitant, as if he wasn't quite sure whether to believe him or not. "Well, that's settled then. Do you mind telling me where you're from? We don't see a lot of outsiders 'ere, especially not ones with fireflies like yours, if you don't mind me sayin' so."
Malachi blinked and looked at where the elder had gestured, and to his annoyance realized the little bugs had followed him outside. Several of them clung to his scales and a few others flew in little loops nearby to him, as if waiting to take flight with him. Their fiery little feet didn't seem to harm his scales at all, despite the way they had singed the plants in the hut earlier. "Truthfully," he responded, blowing one of the bugs away from his muzzle, "I thought these were yours. I haven't seen them before... at least as far as I can remember." His brow furrowed. "To tell you the truth, I don't know where I came from. All I can remember is that I'm looking for someone."
The elder nodded, and though his gaze told Malachi he had a bounty of questions he wanted to ask, he kept them to himself. "Why don't you check out the dormouse tavern tomorrow? It's about 1000 wings north, and often has plenty o' gossip and dragons about. You might be able to find out some information there. From the look of your eyes you seem to be a wind dragon, so maybe it will spark something for you?"
"Thank you." He bowed slightly to the elder, a movement that felt natural to him, as though he had done it many times before. "I think it's best if I head out now." The old tundra put a hand on his shoulder, concerned. "Are you sure you should be leaving so early? It's gettin' on past tea time, and we could easily spare a bit of meat for you. It wouldn't be a bother, and you could rest the night and be ready for the trip." Malachi shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, but I must leave. If ever I am given the chance, I will repay your generosity."
Before the old dragon could protest again Malachi turned and took off, his wingbeats hesitant and sloppy at first until he finally fell into a familiar rhythm. He felt as though at any moment disaster could strike within the verdant and peaceful fields, and his heart pounded within his chest. Who was he looking for? How had he ended up here? He felt as if there was some terrible danger lurking just around the corner, though the idyllic scenery never changed as he flew towards where the old dragon had gestured. He was lost in a sea of green, with no hint of hope in sight. He just hoped the tavern would hold what he was looking for.
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General mood: Confusion/being lost, mystery
Part 3 - The herbalist
He woke up finally in an unfamiliar nest surrounded by strange-smelling plants and orange fireflies that fluttered about him, singing whatever they landed on. Draped over him was a tattered black cloak that smelled faintly of smoke, as if it had recently passed through a fire. He groaned and lifted his head, his mind in a haze, and blinked at the hut he was in. The walls were constructed of closely-grown bamboo and a leafy roof of palm fronds above, with a door of hanging vines that sheltered the hut from most light.
He shook himself, carefully unfurling his wings and then curling his claws, examining his digits as if he wasn't quite sure they were actually there. He felt groggy, but at least he was alive - though he couldn't remember how he had gotten here, or much of anything before this point. He felt like he should be doing something important, but his thoughts were confused and slow, and he instead struggled to his feet, bumping into a few shelves on his way over to the door.
When he exited into the light he was greeted with what looked like a small clan. Hatchlings tumbled in the grass and elders chatted while lounging in the sun, watching a nearby young drake fly a kite through the air. An elderly tundra who was tending a nearby garden looked startled when he noticed he was awake, and quickly dropped the plants he was holding before rushing over. "Oh! We were getting worried you weren't going to wake up!"
"Do I know you?" Malachi's tone was friendly but guarded, and he put a bit of distance between himself and this stranger. The dragon's weathered face was unfamiliar to him, but that didn't mean much when his memories consisted of little more than faint shreds of emotion and glimpses of the past so miniscule they were almost useless to him. The dragon smiled, though his expression clearly showed it wasn't the reaction he had been expecting. "No, unfortunately not. We found you in the middle of nowhere, with nothing around for miles exceptin' for a single eggshell right beside you. I patched you up as best I could, but you seemed almost dead for a bit there. If it weren't for young Bloodmaw o'er there, who stumbled upon where you were sleepin' when he was hunting, who knows what would've happened?"
He gestured to the drake with the kite before his expression turned serious. "Now, I don't mean to offend you 'ere, but seeing as we've got young'uns around and some of the dragons were right worried about it seein' the circumstances, I need to ask..." He paused, looked around conspiratorially, and then whispered; "You aren't a.... egg eater, are you? I mean, that can do terrible things to a dragon, and we've got little ones of our own we need to..." Malachi cut him off with a quick shake of his head. "No, no, I wouldn't... that's not me."
He couldn't remember much of anything, but he was certain he wasn't the type to eat eggs at the very least. The elder nodded, relieved, though he still looked a bit hesitant, as if he wasn't quite sure whether to believe him or not. "Well, that's settled then. Do you mind telling me where you're from? We don't see a lot of outsiders 'ere, especially not ones with fireflies like yours, if you don't mind me sayin' so."
Malachi blinked and looked at where the elder had gestured, and to his annoyance realized the little bugs had followed him outside. Several of them clung to his scales and a few others flew in little loops nearby to him, as if waiting to take flight with him. Their fiery little feet didn't seem to harm his scales at all, despite the way they had singed the plants in the hut earlier. "Truthfully," he responded, blowing one of the bugs away from his muzzle, "I thought these were yours. I haven't seen them before... at least as far as I can remember." His brow furrowed. "To tell you the truth, I don't know where I came from. All I can remember is that I'm looking for someone."
The elder nodded, and though his gaze told Malachi he had a bounty of questions he wanted to ask, he kept them to himself. "Why don't you check out the dormouse tavern tomorrow? It's about 1000 wings north, and often has plenty o' gossip and dragons about. You might be able to find out some information there. From the look of your eyes you seem to be a wind dragon, so maybe it will spark something for you?"
"Thank you." He bowed slightly to the elder, a movement that felt natural to him, as though he had done it many times before. "I think it's best if I head out now." The old tundra put a hand on his shoulder, concerned. "Are you sure you should be leaving so early? It's gettin' on past tea time, and we could easily spare a bit of meat for you. It wouldn't be a bother, and you could rest the night and be ready for the trip." Malachi shook his head. "Thank you for your kindness, but I must leave. If ever I am given the chance, I will repay your generosity."
Before the old dragon could protest again Malachi turned and took off, his wingbeats hesitant and sloppy at first until he finally fell into a familiar rhythm. He felt as though at any moment disaster could strike within the verdant and peaceful fields, and his heart pounded within his chest. Who was he looking for? How had he ended up here? He felt as if there was some terrible danger lurking just around the corner, though the idyllic scenery never changed as he flew towards where the old dragon had gestured. He was lost in a sea of green, with no hint of hope in sight. He just hoped the tavern would hold what he was looking for.
General mood/themes: Confusion, confrontation, fear, escape
Part 4 - Trapped
He reached the tavern by dusk. It wasn't a particularly long journey if you flew quickly, but exhaustion turned his wings to lead and forced him to rest frequently. Fireflies danced and bobbed through the darkening sky, though they seemed to avoid the glowing ones that followed him. The feeling of foreboding that had filled him on his journey here only grew stronger as he approached the door, and he hesitated to touch the gnarled wood, as if doing so would somehow cause some monster to appear from the lengthening shadows. He took in a shuddering breath - the worst he could do was try.
As he entered the warm and brightly lit building, he felt his fears ease a bit. Nobody paid him any mind as he slipped to the back and settled down at a booth, letting his shoulders droop with exhaustion. The relaxed voices of the dragons at nearby tables filled him with ease, and his mind began to dull with exhaustion as his head began to droop despite his best efforts. 'A small rest can't hurt...' he told himself, though the anxiety that still filled him said otherwise. He couldn't fight the exhaustion anymore, and he rested his head on the table in front of him, his eyes sliding shut as his body's need for rest took over. 'Anyways', he thought, as he drifted to sleep, 'what could possibly happen in a tavern full of other dragons?'
~*~
Tap tap tap.
The rhythmic rapping of claws on a table brought him gently from his slumber, until his mind caught up with the situation and he jumped to his feet. For a single moment he remembered a glimpse of brilliant and devouring flame, but the vision was gone before he'd had a chance to consider it. Before him stood a ridgeback, perched on a chair far too small for him, a twisted smile on his scarred and disfigured face. Malachi noted his one eye was completely blind, something that struck familiarity within him. His left wing was horribly mutilated, covered in thick, veiny scars that stretched across the intact parts of its membrane. It drooped limply at his side, and he quickly tucked it behind his back, clearing his throat and glaring down at Malachi.
"Well, well. Look who's finally awake." His voice, though high, was exactly what Malachi had anticipated. The strange feeling that he had seen this scenario before, or at least one similar to it, filled him. The thought gave him no comfort, however, and from the way the ridgeback's eye was focused on him, like a cat might eye a wounded bird, he feared that their history together was not a pleasant one. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine.
"So, where's your pretty friend? I'll have to admit, I didn't think I'd be seeing you around again, especially after I watched my best mage turn you to ash." Despite the cold smile he wore, Malachi could hear the anger beneath the other dragon's words, his malice laced with bitter fury. He could hardly process what was happening. Turned to ash? He felt numb, light as a feather and heavy as stone, afraid to move, as if that could set off the seething hatred and contempt he felt emanating from the monstrous beast of a dragon that sat staring at him. Worst of all, his mind was a black void, turning up nothing as he desperately searched for proof of what this stranger was saying.
The bitter and sharp tang of fear began to fill him, seeping into his veins like a slow and deliberate poison. "Who... are you?" he croaked out, his limbs weak with the terror that now gripped him like a vice. It was the wrong thing to say, based on the way the dragon's expression turned from one of sadistic amusement to pure rage. "Don't play stupid with me!" He snarled. "You know exactly why I'm here. If you need something done correctly, you need to do it yourself, apparently." He rose slowly, his anger almost immediately replaced by an eerily calm mask. "Don't bother running. I didn't come on my own."
Malachi's hand grasped at his side for the hilt of his sword before he realized he'd never had one. A memory, or instinct? He dodged the sudden snap of the ridgeback's jaws, his hot breath washing over his neck, and grabbed a small knife off the table, holding it out like it would somehow stop the imposing figure that loomed before him. Muscle memory told him how to stand but his legs were weak beneath him, and he trembled despite himself. "Back down!" He growled, his voice sounding much more intimidating than he felt at the moment. "I don't know who you are, but I'm not afraid to use this against you."
Before the ridgeback could respond a loud voice startled both of them, causing his aggressor to stumble back in surprise. A hulking bogsneak stood glaring at the two of them. "Get out of my bar if you're going to fight! We don't serve rowdy patrons." Before Malachi could react, she pointed at him and snarled, "You! Come to the back. You've damaged my furniture, and I'm not letting you leave until you pay for the damages."
Malachi didn't argue. He leaped past the opening created by the diversion, still firmly grasping the knife as he sprinted to the store room the bogsneak had pointed to. The ridgeback, looking furious, skulked to the door, hissing something under his breath. Malachi didn't doubt he'd be waiting outside the door for when this other dragon was through with him. However, when he was dragged into the room and the door had been bolted behind them, the bogsneak's expression of fury turned to one of concern.
"Look," she grumbled, glancing around nervously as though the casks of beer might be listening in. "I don't know what you're wrapped up in, and I don't want to. But I'd rather be dead than doom another to a terrible fate because I didn't do something, so you're going to leave through the cellar and you're going to get as far away from here as you can before those thugs clue in to what's going on." She lifted a trapdoor, leaving him standing in momentary shock. "Hurry up!" She hissed. She seemed panicked, glancing repeatedly at the door they'd entered from as if she expected the ridgeback to burst through it at any moment. Malachi didn't wait any longer. He dropped into the darkness, hissing out a quick thank you before she slammed the trapdoor shut, leaving him alone in the eerie silence with his fireflies casting dim shadows on the walls around him. "Perhaps you do have a use after all," he grumbled to the little bugs, and took off at a sprint through the cold stone tunnel lined with preserves and aging alcohol. It wasn't long before he found a ladder and he didn't hesitate to rapidly scale it, throwing open the door to the outside and inhaling the cool night air that tousled his feathers, the air he had been worried he might never get to feel on his skin again. He had escaped the tavern.
General mood/themes: Confusion, confrontation, fear, escape
Part 4 - Trapped
He reached the tavern by dusk. It wasn't a particularly long journey if you flew quickly, but exhaustion turned his wings to lead and forced him to rest frequently. Fireflies danced and bobbed through the darkening sky, though they seemed to avoid the glowing ones that followed him. The feeling of foreboding that had filled him on his journey here only grew stronger as he approached the door, and he hesitated to touch the gnarled wood, as if doing so would somehow cause some monster to appear from the lengthening shadows. He took in a shuddering breath - the worst he could do was try.
As he entered the warm and brightly lit building, he felt his fears ease a bit. Nobody paid him any mind as he slipped to the back and settled down at a booth, letting his shoulders droop with exhaustion. The relaxed voices of the dragons at nearby tables filled him with ease, and his mind began to dull with exhaustion as his head began to droop despite his best efforts. 'A small rest can't hurt...' he told himself, though the anxiety that still filled him said otherwise. He couldn't fight the exhaustion anymore, and he rested his head on the table in front of him, his eyes sliding shut as his body's need for rest took over. 'Anyways', he thought, as he drifted to sleep, 'what could possibly happen in a tavern full of other dragons?'
~*~
Tap tap tap.
The rhythmic rapping of claws on a table brought him gently from his slumber, until his mind caught up with the situation and he jumped to his feet. For a single moment he remembered a glimpse of brilliant and devouring flame, but the vision was gone before he'd had a chance to consider it. Before him stood a ridgeback, perched on a chair far too small for him, a twisted smile on his scarred and disfigured face. Malachi noted his one eye was completely blind, something that struck familiarity within him. His left wing was horribly mutilated, covered in thick, veiny scars that stretched across the intact parts of its membrane. It drooped limply at his side, and he quickly tucked it behind his back, clearing his throat and glaring down at Malachi.
"Well, well. Look who's finally awake." His voice, though high, was exactly what Malachi had anticipated. The strange feeling that he had seen this scenario before, or at least one similar to it, filled him. The thought gave him no comfort, however, and from the way the ridgeback's eye was focused on him, like a cat might eye a wounded bird, he feared that their history together was not a pleasant one. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine.
"So, where's your pretty friend? I'll have to admit, I didn't think I'd be seeing you around again, especially after I watched my best mage turn you to ash." Despite the cold smile he wore, Malachi could hear the anger beneath the other dragon's words, his malice laced with bitter fury. He could hardly process what was happening. Turned to ash? He felt numb, light as a feather and heavy as stone, afraid to move, as if that could set off the seething hatred and contempt he felt emanating from the monstrous beast of a dragon that sat staring at him. Worst of all, his mind was a black void, turning up nothing as he desperately searched for proof of what this stranger was saying.
The bitter and sharp tang of fear began to fill him, seeping into his veins like a slow and deliberate poison. "Who... are you?" he croaked out, his limbs weak with the terror that now gripped him like a vice. It was the wrong thing to say, based on the way the dragon's expression turned from one of sadistic amusement to pure rage. "Don't play stupid with me!" He snarled. "You know exactly why I'm here. If you need something done correctly, you need to do it yourself, apparently." He rose slowly, his anger almost immediately replaced by an eerily calm mask. "Don't bother running. I didn't come on my own."
Malachi's hand grasped at his side for the hilt of his sword before he realized he'd never had one. A memory, or instinct? He dodged the sudden snap of the ridgeback's jaws, his hot breath washing over his neck, and grabbed a small knife off the table, holding it out like it would somehow stop the imposing figure that loomed before him. Muscle memory told him how to stand but his legs were weak beneath him, and he trembled despite himself. "Back down!" He growled, his voice sounding much more intimidating than he felt at the moment. "I don't know who you are, but I'm not afraid to use this against you."
Before the ridgeback could respond a loud voice startled both of them, causing his aggressor to stumble back in surprise. A hulking bogsneak stood glaring at the two of them. "Get out of my bar if you're going to fight! We don't serve rowdy patrons." Before Malachi could react, she pointed at him and snarled, "You! Come to the back. You've damaged my furniture, and I'm not letting you leave until you pay for the damages."
Malachi didn't argue. He leaped past the opening created by the diversion, still firmly grasping the knife as he sprinted to the store room the bogsneak had pointed to. The ridgeback, looking furious, skulked to the door, hissing something under his breath. Malachi didn't doubt he'd be waiting outside the door for when this other dragon was through with him. However, when he was dragged into the room and the door had been bolted behind them, the bogsneak's expression of fury turned to one of concern.
"Look," she grumbled, glancing around nervously as though the casks of beer might be listening in. "I don't know what you're wrapped up in, and I don't want to. But I'd rather be dead than doom another to a terrible fate because I didn't do something, so you're going to leave through the cellar and you're going to get as far away from here as you can before those thugs clue in to what's going on." She lifted a trapdoor, leaving him standing in momentary shock. "Hurry up!" She hissed. She seemed panicked, glancing repeatedly at the door they'd entered from as if she expected the ridgeback to burst through it at any moment. Malachi didn't wait any longer. He dropped into the darkness, hissing out a quick thank you before she slammed the trapdoor shut, leaving him alone in the eerie silence with his fireflies casting dim shadows on the walls around him. "Perhaps you do have a use after all," he grumbled to the little bugs, and took off at a sprint through the cold stone tunnel lined with preserves and aging alcohol. It wasn't long before he found a ladder and he didn't hesitate to rapidly scale it, throwing open the door to the outside and inhaling the cool night air that tousled his feathers, the air he had been worried he might never get to feel on his skin again. He had escaped the tavern.
What's this, a post that's not lore?
I didn't know where to shove this and didn't want to make an entirely new thread just for it... I'm doing the long drop challenge!
With slightly modified rules - I won't be grinding exclusively in one venue because that just seems punishing and serves no real purpose. I'll also exclude rule 5 because again... there's absolutely no point to it.
Training fields wrote:
Need to collect:
Florist's Satchel
Trinkets
Too small to be of use to most dragons. Perfectly sized to be of use to those who collect dolls and miniatures.
20
45/99
Notable loot:
Magical Shard
Holiday Items
A solidified chunk of pure magical energy, pulsating slowly. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Starfall Celebration.
0
x35
Leafy Pack
Chests
Assembled from woven vines and tough broad leaves. There's something inside.
0
x9
Broken Flower Pot
Chests
Someone treasured these plants.
0
x8
Concentration
Ability Stone
Strengthens the brainpower of the target. Their intelligence stat will be increased for a short duration.
600
Required Level: 5
Coral Carpenter
Familiar
This solitary species of bee lives in coastal areas. It is known for burrowing into desiccated pieces of coral.
1600
Secondary Gene: Morph
Specialty Items
A scroll that will change the secondary gene of one dragon to Morph. This item can only be used once and will disappear after it has been applied.
500
Frosted Pocketmouse
Familiar
Though they can thrive in a variety of climates, frosted pocketmice are known for their tenacity during harsh winters.
1500
Stardust Runicorn Chest
Chests
The runic script on this chest swirls and shifts before your eyes. When the chest is handled the runes flare, then wink out.
0
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x35
Ruby Webwing
Familiar
This hummingbird never stops growing. Pray that it is not altered any further.
1550
x2
Dark-Tufted Sparrowmouse
Familiar
A terror to any dragon who gardens.
1500
x2
Arcane Runestone
Dragonmade
An ancient stone bearing the ancestral rune of the Arcanist. Such a find should be kept as a prized possession.
110
Nebula Starsilk Socks
Apparel
Iridescent cuts of cloth that wrap around the legs, accented by star-shaped jewelry.
1900
Tower of Pillar Chest
Chests
This box is encased in stone. When given a sharp tap, the stone crumbles, revealing a dusty chest.
0
Strange Chest
Chests
An odd dusky chest that rocks eerily back and forth of its own volition. Something about it does not sit well with you, but you still totally want to open it.
0
x17
Emerald Webwing
Familiar
Warped by arcane energies, this twisted bird bears little resemblance to its parents. All its eyes are looking in different directions.
1525
Ragepuff
Familiar
Sweetpuff and Ragepuff are actually of the same species. Couples typically consist of one of each disposition; one doting parent, and one ball of protective fury!
1500
x2
Green Lace Waist Frill
Apparel
A fresh rose pinned to a delicate lace netting.
400
Unhatched Light Egg
Dragon Eggs
A beaming, crystalline egg that is nearly perfectly round. It is difficult to look straight at this egg, but something makes you want to.
0
Silky Webwing
Familiar
One of the many mutations that this webwing has undergone has left it with luxurious plumage.
1500
Death's-Head Stag
Familiar
Some consider it a harbinger of misfortune, but most dismiss such omens as old-wyrm's tales. (KS-sponsored by Windswept.)
1500
Mith Bruiser
Familiar
Enjoys throwing its weight around. Pity that weight means very little to most dragons.
1500
Ceanothus Brawler
Familiar
Larger than the average mith, ceanothus miths frequently train to act as the vanguard of their fellows.
1500
Woodland path wrote:
Need to collect:
Red Maple Leaf
Organics
It's considered impolite to leaf through someone else's leaves!
23
94/99
Notable loot:
Magical Shard
Holiday Items
A solidified chunk of pure magical energy, pulsating slowly. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Starfall Celebration.
0
x35
Leafy Pack
Chests
Assembled from woven vines and tough broad leaves. There's something inside.
0
x47
Wildwood Crate
Chests
After a stroll through the Woodland Path, a well-made crate is found; A small hoard of treasure and a fine skin are your reward!
0
Greenroot Janustrap
Familiar
One can catch more flies with honey than vinegar - however both of these methods are inferior to using a Janustrap!
1650
x2
Sear
Ability Stone
A hot blast of flames that will sear the enemy. Has a chance to apply Burn. (Increases physical damage against the target.) May only be used by fire dragons.
600
Required Level: 12
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x7
Eyes on You Chest
Chests
A fine membrane encases this object. When handled, the membrane rips open, revealing a fungus-covered chest.
0
Deepearth Geode
Holiday Items
A brilliant geode, dug from one of the deepest quarries in Dragonhome. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Rockbreaker's Ceremony.
0
x35
Bamboo Phytocat
Familiar
Little is known about how the Bamboo Phytocat's physiology evolved, but one thing is for certain: watch the reeds as you walk... (KS-sponsored by kiohl.)
1650
Date Plumed Cover
Apparel
A showy cluster of large, bouncy feathers bound by costume jewelry.
500
Strange Chest
Chests
An odd dusky chest that rocks eerily back and forth of its own volition. Something about it does not sit well with you, but you still totally want to open it.
0
x29
Dryad
Familiar
Dryads are only seen when spring is approaching, waking from yearlong naps to trim their leafy manes.
1650
x2
Autumn Dryad
Familiar
The autumn dryad is often seen guiding local fauna to burrows or caves so that they are protected from the approaching colds of winter.
1675
Blooming Strangler
Familiar
A strangler in bloom is at the end of its life cycle. It is ready to reproduce.
1675
Simple Darksteel Wing Bangles
Apparel
Ring bling for your wings. These bangles seem to absorb the light.
400
Strangler
Familiar
The strangler actively hunts once a year. It chokes its prey and buries the body. It will take root in soon-to-be fertile soil and rest for another year.
1775
x2
Date Plumed Tuft
Apparel
A showy cluster of large, bouncy feathers bound by costume jewelry.
500
Janustrap
Familiar
One of the stalks keeps track of where flies will be, while the other monitors where dragons have been.
1635
Cockatrice
Familiar
Don't let the Cockatrice's amusing gait fool you, its screeching crow can freeze a dragon in place.
1800
Broadleaf Pack
Chests
Assembled from woven vines and tough broad leaves. Something jingles inside.
0
Unhatched Plague Egg
Dragon Eggs
A slimy, writhing pustule, complete with a stench to match. This egg is dangerous, for it incubates a twisted, twitching, virulent creature inside its translucent membranes.
0
Sakura Owl
Familiar
The sakura owl blooms only once a year. Many forest denizens will journey long distances to witness the event. Not all of the visitors return...
1675
Vial of Hypnotic Sight
Specialty Items
A vial that will change the eye type of one dragon to Swirl. This item can only be used once and will disappear after it has been applied.
500
Wildwood Owl
Familiar
This owl's bite is worse than its bark.
1700
x2
Canvas Sack
Chests
A durable canvas sack. Something jingles inside!
0
Scorched forest wrote:
Need to collect:
Bottled Embers
Trinkets
What is captured must be quickly released or smoke will be all that remains.
25
6/99
Notable loot:
Magical Shard
Holiday Items
A solidified chunk of pure magical energy, pulsating slowly. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Starfall Celebration.
0
x37
Wave Slash
Ability Stone
A forceful slash of seawater. Deals physical water damage to one target. May only be used by water dragons.
500
Required Level: 5
Tigerlily Flowerfall
Apparel
A cascade of tigerlily petals fall around you at all times: inexplicable!
250
Centaur Archer
Familiar
Asking a centaur archer ’What’s your sign?’ is a sure way to put one on your back that reads ’target’.
1800
Crowned Bonepriest
Familiar
The bonepriest's crown grows an additional prong with each successful molt.
1950
Nebula Starsilk Shawl
Apparel
A shimmering drape of iridescent material designed to be draped over the shoulders. It is embellished with a clasp of metal stars.
1850
Painted Centaur
Familiar
Though some centaur will paint their coats before going to battle, others boast a naturally mottled coloration.
1800
Regeneration
Ability Stone
Surrounds the target in a restorative aura. For a short duration, they will continuously regenerate health.
600
Required Level: 5
Shroud
Ability Stone
Envelops the enemy in a dark mist. Has a chance to apply Blind. (Decreases the target's accuracy.) May only be used by shadow dragons.
600
Required Level: 12
Ruby Ring
Trinkets
A burnished gold ring, complemented by an illustrious ruby. Be careful not to drop it!
125
Tigerlily Wing Garland
Apparel
A gorgeous string of tigerlily blossoms to decorate the wings.
250
Moss-Covered Golem
Familiar
Created by a long-lost earth clan, these golems have slumbered for thousands of years.
1800
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x7
Teardrop Citrine Wing Loop
Apparel
A cheerful wing loop of gleaming citrines.
660
Mushroom Bloom Chest
Chests
A fine membrane encases this object. When handled, the membrane rips open, revealing a fungus-covered chest.
0
Deepearth Geode
Holiday Items
A brilliant geode, dug from one of the deepest quarries in Dragonhome. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Rockbreaker's Ceremony.
0
x35
Moss-Covered Golem
Familiar
Created by a long-lost earth clan, these golems have slumbered for thousands of years.
1800
Wintermane Bowman
Familiar
A good eye and a steady hand are required to shoot while galloping.
1800
Tigerlily Tail Lei
Apparel
A bundle of tigerlilies that wrap around the tail.
250
Emerald Aviator Satchel
Apparel
Safely store supplies during long journeys.
750
Sandswept delta wrote:
Need to collect:
Shadow Serpentskin
Dragonmade
Discreetly gifted to let dragons know there's a snake among the clan. When this warning is not heeded, a live shadow serpent is often the next 'gift'.
26
34/99
Notable loot:
Magical Shard
Holiday Items
A solidified chunk of pure magical energy, pulsating slowly. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Starfall Celebration.
0
x36
Greatshell
Familiar
The reek from an expired greatshell is abominable. Young dragons take great delight in depositing uneaten corpses near the lairs of rival clans.
2100
Fishscale Basket
Chests
Woven from river reeds and glistening scales. Something jingles inside.
0
x10
Crimson Rogue Tail Binding
Apparel
A close-fitting tail binding for the nighttime wanderer.
1100
Mage's Cranberry Overcoat
Apparel
An enveloping coat constructed with a variety of hidden pockets and pouches.
1600
Crowned Bonepriest
Familiar
The bonepriest's crown grows an additional prong with each successful molt.
1950
Storm Seeker
Familiar
Storm Seekers are the heralds of bleak weather. Entire murders of them flock toward approaching thunderclouds and hurricanes.
2000
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x36
Carmine Serthis
Familiar
The carmine serthis' scales present a particularly rich shade of red after it has freshly molted.
2000
Opheodrys Serthis
Familiar
While the opheodrys serthis' remarks and quick wit are venomous, its fangs are not.
2000
x2
Fan Scorpion
Familiar
Arachnids that grow this large ain't right.
1950
Blooming Grove wrote:
Need to collect:
Pilco Segments
Organics
These have to be useful for something? Eh, maybe Crim will want it...
27
12/99
Notable loot:
Magical Shard
Holiday Items
A solidified chunk of pure magical energy, pulsating slowly. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Starfall Celebration.
0
x35
Grove Piper
Familiar
If one listens very carefully, they can follow the notes of a grove piper's song through even the darkest and most twisted forest maze. If the tune fades, best take a different path.
2000
Nebula Starsilk Socks
Apparel
Iridescent cuts of cloth that wrap around the legs, accented by star-shaped jewelry.
1900
Palefoot Tadhop
Familiar
Most tadhop do not grow beyond the juvenile stage.
2000
Treasured Planter
Chests
The problem with hiding your wealth is that sometimes you forget where it's been buried...
0
x2
Myosotis Fox
Familiar
A loyal, but forgetful companion.
2000
Contaminate
Ability Stone
Infects the target with a contagious rot. Has a chance to apply Virus. (Target takes damage from restorative abilities.) May only be used by plague dragons.
600
Required Level: 12
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x6
Battlefield Menace Chest
Chests
A fine membrane encases this object. When handled, the membrane rips open, revealing a fungus-covered chest.
0
Forgotten cave wrote:
Need to collect:
Bioluminescent Tail
Organics
Perfect for use as a light source... If you ignore the occasional twitching. (Special thanks Aleise.)
29
29/99
Notable loot:
Magical Shard
Holiday Items
A solidified chunk of pure magical energy, pulsating slowly. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Starfall Celebration.
0
x32
Blueband Duelist
Familiar
Though Serthis are dangerous enough with their unmatched cunning and lightning fast reflexes, they're even more deadly with the right weaponry.
2100
Blue Dragon Reef Snail
Familiar
This cannibalistic snail produces a powerful venom.
2100
Starwood Fairy Chest
Chests
The runic script on this chest swirls and shifts before your eyes. When the chest is handled the runes flare, then wink out.
0
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x35
Vista: Forgotten Cave
Forum Vista
Forum Vistas are cosmetic backgrounds that add flair to your forum posts. Applying this forum vista will consume the item and make it available in your Account Options. A forum vista can only be applied once per account.
500
Runic Bat
Familiar
Runic bats feed exclusively off of the mana thieves of Crystalspine Reaches.
2150
Bramble Guardian
Familiar
A colony of bramble guardians is sure to keep any lair warded from tiny intruders.
2100
Cursed Bat
Familiar
What is this bat's curse? That's for the unfortunate soul who catches this one to discover.
2100
Emerald Cave Jewel
Familiar
One of the few cave-dwelling creatures to possess functional eyes, Emerald Cave Jewels produce their own light source.
2100
Bamboo falls wrote:
Need to collect:
Black Hainu Collar
Trinkets
Hainu manage to slip out of any collar. The ground in their territory is littered with failed efforts.
30
124/99
Notable loot:
Magical Shard
Holiday Items
A solidified chunk of pure magical energy, pulsating slowly. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Starfall Celebration.
0
x24
Fishscale Basket
Chests
Woven from river reeds and glistening scales. Something jingles inside.
0
x36
Wandering Surgepriest
Familiar
Many have wondered when this tengu will finally wander home.
2250
x3
Disorient
Ability Stone
Envelops the enemy in a swirling vortex. Has a chance to apply Berserk. (The target has a chance to attack friend or foe.) May only be used by wind dragons.
500
Required Level: 12
Tigerblood Foo
Familiar
Known to sit as still as a statue when they lay in wait, these sentries are capable of leaping into sudden and violent motion.
2240
x3
Baku
Familiar
Baku are able to walk both the physical and ethereal plane.
2250
x2
Raptorik Warrior
Familiar
A molting raptorik becomes twice as dangerous.
2250
x5
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x20
Fungalhoof Qiriq
Familiar
These creatures leave a trail of vibrant fungi in their wake. Tracking a Fungalhoof Qiriq is easy; surviving an encounter with one is less so.
2300
x4
Exossein Chest
Chests
A fine membrane encases this object. When handled, the membrane rips open, revealing a fungus-covered chest.
0
Battlefield Menace Chest
Chests
A fine membrane encases this object. When handled, the membrane rips open, revealing a fungus-covered chest.
0
Strange Chest
Chests
An odd dusky chest that rocks eerily back and forth of its own volition. Something about it does not sit well with you, but you still totally want to open it.
0
x76
Dreameater
Familiar
Despite its fearsome appearance, having a dream eater visit you in your sleep can be a boon, as it will consume your nightmares.
2350
x7
Teardrop Citrine Anklet
Apparel
A cheerful anklet of gleaming citrines.
660
Tengu
Familiar
Tengu will attempt to confuse and lead the unwary traveler astray.
2250
x2
Nebula Starsilk Socks
Apparel
Iridescent cuts of cloth that wrap around the legs, accented by star-shaped jewelry.
1900
x2
Sparkling Emerald Leg Bow
Apparel
A soft and glittering green ribbon tied into the perfect bow.
1100
x2
Tropical Birdskull Armband
Apparel
A feathered armband adorned with small skulls and pink beads. It is held together with braided twine and sinew.
1500
Vial of Hypnotic Sight
Specialty Items
A vial that will change the eye type of one dragon to Swirl. This item can only be used once and will disappear after it has been applied.
500
Red-Breasted Hainu
Familiar
The alpha of each flock leads the yearly migration, taking the lead position in the V-formation.
2300
x3
Blacktalon Striker
Familiar
Raptorik warriors make up for their lack of size with an abundance of ferocity.
2250
Trick of the Light
Familiar
Did you see that? It looked like a fox! You didn't? Well, it was there a second ago...
2250
Umbra Wolf
Familiar
Umbra wolves are adept at blending into the shadows. The unwary dragon may find itself surrounded by a pack it never saw coming.
2300
x2
Eliminate
Ability Stone
A high damage deadly attack that attempts to finish the opponent off. Refunds breath if the enemy dies.
500
Required Level: 7
Simple Darksteel Necklace
Apparel
The perfect complement to any outfit, this darksteel necklace seems to absorb the light.
500
Sparkling Emerald Tail Bow
Apparel
A soft and glittering green ribbon tied into the perfect bow.
1100
Hainu
Familiar
Is a group of hainu a flock or a pack?
2250
Thunderhead Savannah wrote:
Need to collect:
Desert Diadem
Trinkets
A gorgeous crown of hammered brass and inlaid wood.
33
5/99
Notable loot:
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x35
Pelt-Lined Crate
Chests
A small cache of treasures hidden away from the harsh sun.
0
x4
Teardrop Citrine Necklace
Apparel
A cheerful necklace strung with a gleaming citrine.
660
Roving Lionsnake
Familiar
This offshoot species of lionsnake often spends much more time lying in wait than its golden cousin, using thick grasses and its speckled coat to blend into the terrain.
2300
Unhatched Lightning Egg
Dragon Eggs
A super-charged glassy egg with a flashing baby dragon inside. The egg is hard to look at for long periods of time, but quite the conversation topic.
0
Heckling Hydrena
Familiar
While they are at home in the water, hydrenas can often be seen skulking among the dust-parched boneyards of dead Greattusks, waiting to ambush overconfident hatchlings.
2300
Redrock cove wrote:
Need to collect:
Sinew Net
Dragonmade
This net has been expertly patched many times.
34
8/99
Notable loot:
All-Seeing Shroom
Holiday Items
A disgusting, writhing mushroom, covered in veins and tumors. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Riot of Rot.
0
x26
Barnacle-Encrusted Bottle
Chests
This small treasure cache is also home to a variety of tiny guardians.
0
Boreal Wood wrote:
Need to collect:
Auburn Woolly Pelt
Organics
The texture is somewhat coarse, but it is undeniably warm.
44
9/99
Notable loot:
Deepearth Geode
Holiday Items
A brilliant geode, dug from one of the deepest quarries in Dragonhome. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Rockbreaker's Ceremony.
0
x73
Frozen Knapsack
Chests
If a dragon were to wait for this pack to defrost, they might be able to retrieve the contents within!
0
x14
Mammophant
Familiar
An uncommon sight in the Boreal Wood, they often seek out hot springs to soak in.
2600
Auburn Woolly Walrus
Familiar
Their severe overbite causes them chronic discomfort, sometimes resulting in unprovoked hostility.
2600
Quartz Reef Chest
Chests
This box is encased in stone. When given a sharp tap, the stone crumbles, revealing a dusty chest.
0
Deadwood Strangler
Familiar
Watch where you step! These constrictors blend into the forest bed, waiting to snare unsuspecting critters.
2600
Wolpertinger
Familiar
Legend has it the first Wolpertinger came into being when a bird, a rabbit, and a deer walked into a bar.
2600
Unhatched Light Egg
Dragon Eggs
A beaming, crystalline egg that is nearly perfectly round. It is difficult to look straight at this egg, but something makes you want to.
0
Maned Rasa
Familiar
The Maned Rasa's winter coat is white. While in its winter garb it is often mistaken for its cousin, the more aggressive Squall Rasa.
2600
Tower of Pillar Chest
Chests
This box is encased in stone. When given a sharp tap, the stone crumbles, revealing a dusty chest.
0
Poultrygeist
Familiar
A ghastly turkey, gobbling from beyond the grave. This bird was clearly victim of a murder most fowl, strange and unnatural. (KS-sponsored by Madame)
2600
Strange Chest
Chests
An odd dusky chest that rocks eerily back and forth of its own volition. Something about it does not sit well with you, but you still totally want to open it.
0
x10
Glassbound Solarvul
Familiar
Due to their glass-like bodies, they are often preceded by a rainbow prism on sunny days.
2600
Pebblehide Stoat
Familiar
When hunted, they can shed on command, allowing them to escape when their pursuers stop to empty the pebbles out of their shoes.
2600
Black Wolf
Familiar
A number of Winter Wolves never lose their summer colors. These individuals are uncommon and generally smaller than their snowy-coated brethren.
2600
Crystal pools wrote:
Need to collect:
Chrysoberyl
Minerals & Ores
Of particular interest in its gemstone form, chrysoberyl is one of the Ashfall Waste's biggest export materials. Large and consistent quantities of this mineral are created by the constant expansion of the Blacksand Annex.
45
22/99
Notable loot:
Glowing Ember
Holiday Items
A smoldering clump of embers that is almost too hot to hold. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Flameforger's Festival.
0
x12
Windcarve Fugitive
Familiar
Some harpies prefer solitude to the cacophony of the cities of large harpy flocks.
2650
x4
Crystallized Satchel
Chests
You know, the satchel might actually be worth more than its contents. Look at that thing!
0
x3
Hippalectryon
Familiar
Mistakes were made.
2650
x2
Magical Shard
Holiday Items
A solidified chunk of pure magical energy, pulsating slowly. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Starfall Celebration.
0
x68
Amber Gulper
Familiar
Sometimes dragon eats fish. Sometimes fish eats dragon.
2650
Apatite Fisher
Familiar
Feasting on a diet of crystal-scaled fish has had a dramatic effect on the plumage of this crane.
2650
Vista: Crystal Pools
Forum Vista
Forum Vistas are cosmetic backgrounds that add flair to your forum posts. Applying this forum vista will consume the item and make it available in your Account Options.
500
Ghostlight ruins wrote:
Need to collect:
Ceremonial Scythe
Trinkets
A wickedly sharp reaping scythe, adorned with the wielder's own feathers. The blade is spotless and glints as it catches the light.
47
44/99
Notable loot:
Swallow's Helmet
Apparel
A helmet crafted from steel and lacquered wood.
1600
Bonebound Chest
Chests
There may be something good inside, though prying this open may take some time...
0
x22
Nebula Starsilk Earrings
Apparel
A dangling star-shaped earring of polished metal. The surface catches the light and reflects back a galactic spectrum of colors.
1300
x2
Unhatched Fire Egg
Dragon Eggs
A smoldering, unhatched fire egg. It is almost too hot to hold and is rocking back and forth constantly. Its cragged surface is pulsing with embers.
0
Tengu Caller
Familiar
Sent by their clans to seek and bring home their fallen flock lost to madness and confusion, these dusk-traveling bounty hunters seem to be losing their own battle with darkness.
2750
x2
Wraith Hound
Familiar
The chilling howl of these phantom dogs can be heard for miles.
2750
x2
Nightmare
Familiar
This eerie equine creature is surprisingly sweet, but will only make itself known in dreams to those who have witnessed a death.
2750
Nebula Starsilk Wingdrapes
Apparel
A collection of radiating silk bands, held together on the wearer's wings by star and moon clasps.
1925
Otherworldly Aura
Familiar
A jumble of bones and magic. When you can't find a familiar, make one!
2750
x2
Vista: Ghostlight Ruins
Forum Vista
Forum Vistas are cosmetic backgrounds that add flair to your forum posts. Applying this forum vista will consume the item and make it available in your Account Options.
500
Simple Darksteel Bracelets
Apparel
The perfect complement to any outfit, these darksteel bracelets seem to absorb the light.
500
Swallow's Helmet
Apparel
A helmet crafted from steel and lacquered wood.
1600
Shatterbone Vulture
Familiar
In a stunning natural role reversal, the undead Shatterbone often finds itself center of attention of other carrion birds.
2750
Deepearth Geode
Holiday Items
A brilliant geode, dug from one of the deepest quarries in Dragonhome. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Rockbreaker's Ceremony.
0
x41
Crystalcourt Acolyte Chest
Chests
This box is encased in stone. When given a sharp tap, the stone crumbles, revealing a dusty chest.
0
Aer Phantom
Familiar
While they appear non-threatening, dragons take care not to let this spectral creature pass through them.
2750
Infestation Hound
Familiar
Dripping with disease, these hellish hounds disguise themselves as carcasses. They prey on unsuspecting scavengers that come to feast.
2750
Mire wrote:
Need to collect:
Common Podid Claws
Organics
Podid claws can be crafted into a wide variety of useful tools.
45
19/99
Notable loot:
Deepearth Geode
Holiday Items
A brilliant geode, dug from one of the deepest quarries in Dragonhome. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Rockbreaker's Ceremony.
0
x55
Blackwing Croaker Crate
Chests
After a slog through the mire, a well-made crate is found; A small hoard of treasure and a fine skin are your reward!
0
Unhatched Arcane Egg
Dragon Eggs
A quivering, unhatched arcane egg. It is glowing pink and violet with strange energies. An irregular thumping is coming from within.
0
Waterlogged Trunk
Chests
The contents of this chest have been destroyed... -except for a handful of algae-covered coins.
0
x7
Salve Kamaitachi
Familiar
The last to arrive to any scene, this kamaitachi cleans up after its inconsiderate siblings. (KS-Sponsored by Larthan.)
2800
Rally
Ability Stone
The target becomes empowered with incredible vigor, increasing their Strength stat for a short duration.
600
Required Level: 5
Poisonous Toridae
Familiar
After Toridae devour large prey items, they burrow into the marsh bed and take root. Water dotted with the blooms of their tails designate plentiful hunting grounds.
2800
Wetland Unicorn
Familiar
The long legs of this unicorn allow it to walk along the bottom of shallow swamp beds, enabling it to easily graze on the aquatic plantlife.
2800
Sickle Kamaitachi
Familiar
This spirit has a fiery temper, and charges headlong into battle, knocking down its foes. (KS-Sponsored by Larthan.)
2800
x2
Strange Chest
Chests
An odd dusky chest that rocks eerily back and forth of its own volition. Something about it does not sit well with you, but you still totally want to open it.
0
x4
Scythe Kamaitachi
Familiar
This spirit rides in the wake of other kamaitachi, delivering several shallow cuts to anyone unfortunate enough to stand in its path. (KS-Sponsored by Larthan.)
3000
Mossy Cerdae
Familiar
Unicorns have always produced Cerdae, unicorns without healing abilities. Recently the birth rate of cerdae has skyrocketed, leaving some dragons to wonder if unicorns are dying out.
2800
Scarlet Wooly Coat
Apparel
No tundras were harmed in the making of this wooly coat.
675
Golem workshop wrote:
Need to collect:
Mistral Glove
Dragonmade
Comes equipped with air thrusters!
51
19/99
Notable loot:
Charged Sprocket
Holiday Items
An electrified piece of some nefarious contraption. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Thundercrack Carnivale.
0
x79
Toolbox
Chests
Something rattles inside this rusty toolbox. Tools will be needed to pry it open if the box is to be left intact.
0
x7
Swift Volt
Familiar
These fluffy creatures give static electricity a whole new level of dread.
2960
x2
Steelhound
Familiar
These golems are networked together. A pack of steelhounds can threaten smaller dragon clans.
2920
Coppercoil Creeper
Familiar
These golems were designed to traverse and perform maintenance on the inaccessible conduits of Tempest Spire.
2950
Security First Chest
Chests
This chest hums with potential. When handled, a small arc of energy crackles, and the chest goes silent.
They/them
+3 FR time
Adopt shop
