[center]- closed until I decide what I wanna do with my clan -
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[font=arial][size=6]Welcome to the Crumbling Keep[/size][/center]
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[font=arial]You're wary. Your body aches. It is clear that the journey is beginning to take its toll on you. The sun no longer guides your way, the moon having taken her place in the dark sky instead.
Then, a glimpse. Lights-- lanterns? Small, sparse but definitely there in the distance. A deep breath and you're once again on your way, every painful step sending a warm rush through your body while you shiver to the cold night air.
The lanterns seem to become bigger as you approach, their soft, soothing flame calming your restless mind. They seem to mark a trail that seems inviting, the warmth of the lanterns' presence promising relief at the end.
You start down the sandy path that leads into the mountains before you. Faint bends carry you along the clean and well laid-out trail, and you subconsciously note that it leads you into a tunnel.
The light is brighter at the end of the tunnel, and your mind races as you wonder what you'll find there. Your fatigue now leaves you inching forward, each step a struggle until you find yourself collapsing at the end of the trail. Before you, acacia dotted plains stretch out as far as you can see. A stream courses through the area, yet the strange structure in the back of the valley peaks your curiosity. Various dragons notice your entry, and one flies up to greet you.
[center][font=arial]"[i]Welcome, traveler. Welcome to the Crumbling Keep[/i]."[/center]
[center][font=arial][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_2535540]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517376]Story[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517377]Lair map[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517378]The Elders[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517379]The Residents[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517396]Produce and wares[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538160]Clan Roles[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538164]Beast allies[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538165]Relations to other clans[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538167]Empty post[/url][/center]
- closed until I decide what I wanna do with my clan -
Welcome to the Crumbling Keep
You're wary. Your body aches. It is clear that the journey is beginning to take its toll on you. The sun no longer guides your way, the moon having taken her place in the dark sky instead.
Then, a glimpse. Lights-- lanterns? Small, sparse but definitely there in the distance. A deep breath and you're once again on your way, every painful step sending a warm rush through your body while you shiver to the cold night air.
The lanterns seem to become bigger as you approach, their soft, soothing flame calming your restless mind. They seem to mark a trail that seems inviting, the warmth of the lanterns' presence promising relief at the end.
You start down the sandy path that leads into the mountains before you. Faint bends carry you along the clean and well laid-out trail, and you subconsciously note that it leads you into a tunnel.
The light is brighter at the end of the tunnel, and your mind races as you wonder what you'll find there. Your fatigue now leaves you inching forward, each step a struggle until you find yourself collapsing at the end of the trail. Before you, acacia dotted plains stretch out as far as you can see. A stream courses through the area, yet the strange structure in the back of the valley peaks your curiosity. Various dragons notice your entry, and one flies up to greet you.
"Welcome, traveler. Welcome to the Crumbling Keep."
That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.
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[font=arial][size=5]Lair History[/size]
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[font=arial]"[i]I had that dream again[/i]."[/center]
[font=arial]A lone dragon sat silently in the faint light of a single lantern. The soft noise of charcoal dragging across parchment was drowned out by the sound of the rain against the hut's thatched roof, its occupant eerily silent. The dragon slowly leaned back, taking the parchment by its corners and carefully lifting it off the desk. Crude, dark lines filled the paper, portraying some sort of structure. Setting the parchment back down, the dragon absently wiped his paws on his chest, black streaks staining his dull purple fur.
"Nenys?" The dragon perked upon being addressed, slightly turning to look at the visitor. "Why are you still awake? I thought I told you--" "I had that dream again," the dragon interrupted. His visitor slightly tilted her head, sitting herself near the hut's entrance. The occupant grumbled a little as the visitor remained silent, a questioning look on her features. "The dream. Of the tower? Surely I have told you about it before," the dragon snorted, turning back to glance at the parchment. "Oh. [i]That[/i] dream," the visitor replied, her tone one of disinterest. "You've got to grow tired of that childish vision one day, won't you?" the visitor then continued, absently running a claw through her manes. "Go back to sleep, young Tundra. You have a long day ahead of you."
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[font=arial]"[i]And what are you going to do about it?[/i]"[/center]
[font=arial]"Wake up, Tundra." The young dragon's eyes snapped open to the loud, sharp tones of yesterday's visitor. The dull-coated Tundra sat upright in his nest, groaning to the rude awakening. "Pack your things, the others are at the lair's entrance. Do not keep them waiting," the visitor spoke before turning and taking her leave. "Surely they can wait a moment longer," the Tundra grumbled, crawling from his nest and wandering towards the desk. It took only a moment for the dragon to stuff his most valued belongings into a satchel. After carefully fitting the satchel straps over his shoulders and chest, the Tundra hummed approvingly, only pausing briefly to glance at the parchment on the desk. Charcoal stained paws reached out and carefully folded the paper before tucking it into the satchel.
The Tundra happily sauntered towards the lair's entrance as instructed, meeting up with the dragons waiting for him. "You're late," the Mirror hissed. "Did ya forget that we were supposed to leave? Hibernatin' season is still a long, long times away, fluffy." The Tundra hummed in amusement. "And what are you going to do about it?" The crystal-clad Guardian at the Mirror's side huffed in agitation, the smaller dragons taking it as their cue to stop bickering. "Good morning Nenys," the Guardian then spoke, addressing the Tundra with a small nod. "All ready to go?" The Tundra sighed, nodding halfheartedly. "All ready."
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[font=arial][i]Various feelings bubbled in the Tundra's belly as he gazed out over the ocean, wondering if maybe... maybe he would be able to actually do it.[/i][/center]
[font=arial]The trek through Starwood strand to the north-east edge of Starfall Isles always took longer than Nenys remembered. From there, the three of them would make the crossing to the Focal Point, where the Guardian would spend the day watching over Nenys like a hawk to ensure he did the work he was assigned. The Tundra quietly followed along, listening idly to his guardian's heavy footsteps compared to the frantic pace of the Mirror and his own, light padding. He didn't know the Mirror that well. The way he was dressed and his general disposition towards the other two dragons he was forced to travel with suggested something fast-paced, like a courier, or a scout, perhaps carrying something too valuable to travel by himself. Still, Nenys didn't feel the urge to ask, so he remained still as he followed the larger dragon leading them.
It took another few hours before the three made it to the edge of the Arcane territory, where the Guardian halted. "Are you ready to make the crossing?" she asked, flattening the crystallized appendages that ran along her back. The Tundra remained silent for a moment. Last night's dream was still fresh in his memory, and in a moment he felt very aware of the crude drawing in his satchel. The clear weather allowed for a good view into the distance, and he felt like he could see Dragonhome from where he was stood. Various feelings bubbled in the Tundra's belly as he gazed out over the ocean, wondering if maybe... maybe he would be able to actually do it. "Nenys?" the Guardian rumbled, her tone loud and warning, as if she was aware of what the Tundra was planning. Nenys' heart was pounding, and he felt like this was his one chance-- if he didn't take it, Gods know how long he'd have to wait to try again.
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[font=arial][i]This was the first time in his young life that he had set foot in a region that wasn't Arcane's, and the experience was unlike anything he had foreseen.[/i][/center]
[font=arial]The Mirror had been watching in astonishment as the Tundra forcefully beat his wings, taking to the air with ease, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. At first there was a sense of freedom, the light air around him and the relief of breaking out. Then there was a sense of apprehension, the realization that the Guardian was right on his heels, jaws ajar and ready to strike. In a moment of clarity, Nenys channeled his magic, teleporting away to create distance between himself and his very, very angry guardian. His ears perked to her roars of anger as he frantically propelled out of her limited reach, flying out over the ocean, leaving behind his ground-bound guardian and flying away from the magical prison of Starfall Isles.
The flight had been harsh despite the clear weather, strong ocean winds pushing the small Tundra towards the Scarred Wasteland. It took a lot of strength to make it to Dragonhome, but after a few hours of non-stop flight, Nenys tumbled into the warm dust of the Earth region. Exhausted more than anything, the Tundra remained where he was, body splayed out like a ragdoll. Taking a deep breath, Nenys got to his feet and began walking. This was the first time in his young life that he had set foot in a region that wasn't Arcane's, and the experience was unlike anything he had foreseen. The young dragon found shelter beneath a lone acacia tree, huddling up in the shade for some much needed rest.
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[font=arial][i]There was always a sense of urgency in the dreams, as if only Nenys' presence could stop the structure from collapsing completely.[/i][/center]
[font=arial]Awakening to the cold night's air was unpleasant, Nenys thought, but it couldn't compare to being awoken by the harsh Guardian back in Starfall Isles. The Tundra chuckled to himself, giddy as he slowly stretched himself and chirped in glee over his successful escape. The flights from Starfall Isles to Dragonhome had been longer than he had thought, his sore wings reminding him of his neglect of flight practice. Taking a moment to adjust himself to the cold, hard ground underfoot, Nenys confidently began his journey.It was as if an unseen force was guiding him, beckoning him closer to the tower he had seen in his many dreams. He had spent plenty of nights wondering what exactly the dreams could mean. Why visions of a crumbled, old stone tower would recur countless of times, and the question that haunted him most, why the visions happened to [i]him[/i]. There was always a sense of urgency in the dreams, as if only Nenys' presence could stop the structure from collapsing completely.
The Tundra pondered these questions in silence, letting the cold air and the stars be his guide. Only stopping occasionally to rest or graze on the Sand Creepers and Highland Dryleaf that grew so plentiful around the Shattered Plain, Nenys silently traveled along.
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[font=arial][i]Mountains had began to appear at the horizon, and when he looked to his right he could see The Pillar of the World in the distance.[/i][/center]
[font=arial]Nenys had lost count of the amount of days it took him to cross through Dragonhome. He had met various pleasant residents and travelers alike, friendly souls who shared rations and directions with him. The Tundra had thought it odd at first. He was not not used to meeting so many friendly faces, but the sense of community quickly grew on him. Nenys briefly stopped walking, taking a moment to admire the view. Mountains had began to appear at the horizon, and when he looked to his right he could see The Pillar of the World in the distance. He had always longed to visit the impressive monument one day. One day. Nenys took a deep breath and continued walking, his unseen guide steering him towards the mountains at the horizon. [i]Only a little further[/i], the Tundra told himself. He could feel it in his bones.
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[font=arial][i]The narrow path began sloping upwards, slowly becoming enveloped by the mountains until Nenys found himself travelling through a tunnel.[/i][/center]
[font=arial]The Tundra was growing sore, a sense of accomplishment building within him. Nenys sat himself down, craning his neck to admire the mountains before him. A narrow passage was visible from where the Tundra was sitting, and it was beckoning him. Nenys yawned and took a deep breath. "Only a little further!" the Tundra told himself, getting onto his feet and heading into the passage. The narrow path began sloping upwards, slowly becoming enveloped by the mountains until Nenys found himself travelling through a tunnel. The Tundra curiously observed the tunnel's walls, noticing various crystals sprouting from the cold, stone walls. He had never seen such beauty before, finding him increasingly mesmerized by all Dragonhome was showing him. Nenys slightly squinted as he could see light at the end of the cold tunnel, and the young Tundra began pacing up.
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[font=arial][i]At the far end of the plains sat the tower.[/i][/center]
[font=arial]Nenys was blinded as he leapt out of the tunnel, tumbling onto a stone passage. The Tundra hopped back to his feet and shook himself off, taking a moment to assess his situation. Nenys found himself standing on a perfectly flat rock, right outside the tunnel. A narrow passage consisting of dirt and ridges led down into a valley. The Tundra gasped in awe at the sight. A large stretch of land was perfectly encircled by the mountains he had seen before, looking mostly untouched. A single mountain stream came crashing down into the valley and coursed through the plains. At the far end of the plains sat the tower. The old, ominous stone tower he had seen in his countless dreams. The Keep that had called him.
He had arrived.
He was [i]home[/i].
[center][font=arial][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_2535540]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517376]Story[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517377]Lair map[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517378]The Elders[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517379]The Residents[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517396]Produce and wares[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538160]Clan Roles[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538164]Beast allies[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538165]Relations to other clans[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538167]Empty post[/url]
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Lair History
"I had that dream again."
A lone dragon sat silently in the faint light of a single lantern. The soft noise of charcoal dragging across parchment was drowned out by the sound of the rain against the hut's thatched roof, its occupant eerily silent. The dragon slowly leaned back, taking the parchment by its corners and carefully lifting it off the desk. Crude, dark lines filled the paper, portraying some sort of structure. Setting the parchment back down, the dragon absently wiped his paws on his chest, black streaks staining his dull purple fur.
"Nenys?" The dragon perked upon being addressed, slightly turning to look at the visitor. "Why are you still awake? I thought I told you--" "I had that dream again," the dragon interrupted. His visitor slightly tilted her head, sitting herself near the hut's entrance. The occupant grumbled a little as the visitor remained silent, a questioning look on her features. "The dream. Of the tower? Surely I have told you about it before," the dragon snorted, turning back to glance at the parchment. "Oh. That dream," the visitor replied, her tone one of disinterest. "You've got to grow tired of that childish vision one day, won't you?" the visitor then continued, absently running a claw through her manes. "Go back to sleep, young Tundra. You have a long day ahead of you."
"And what are you going to do about it?"
"Wake up, Tundra." The young dragon's eyes snapped open to the loud, sharp tones of yesterday's visitor. The dull-coated Tundra sat upright in his nest, groaning to the rude awakening. "Pack your things, the others are at the lair's entrance. Do not keep them waiting," the visitor spoke before turning and taking her leave. "Surely they can wait a moment longer," the Tundra grumbled, crawling from his nest and wandering towards the desk. It took only a moment for the dragon to stuff his most valued belongings into a satchel. After carefully fitting the satchel straps over his shoulders and chest, the Tundra hummed approvingly, only pausing briefly to glance at the parchment on the desk. Charcoal stained paws reached out and carefully folded the paper before tucking it into the satchel.
The Tundra happily sauntered towards the lair's entrance as instructed, meeting up with the dragons waiting for him. "You're late," the Mirror hissed. "Did ya forget that we were supposed to leave? Hibernatin' season is still a long, long times away, fluffy." The Tundra hummed in amusement. "And what are you going to do about it?" The crystal-clad Guardian at the Mirror's side huffed in agitation, the smaller dragons taking it as their cue to stop bickering. "Good morning Nenys," the Guardian then spoke, addressing the Tundra with a small nod. "All ready to go?" The Tundra sighed, nodding halfheartedly. "All ready."
Various feelings bubbled in the Tundra's belly as he gazed out over the ocean, wondering if maybe... maybe he would be able to actually do it.
The trek through Starwood strand to the north-east edge of Starfall Isles always took longer than Nenys remembered. From there, the three of them would make the crossing to the Focal Point, where the Guardian would spend the day watching over Nenys like a hawk to ensure he did the work he was assigned. The Tundra quietly followed along, listening idly to his guardian's heavy footsteps compared to the frantic pace of the Mirror and his own, light padding. He didn't know the Mirror that well. The way he was dressed and his general disposition towards the other two dragons he was forced to travel with suggested something fast-paced, like a courier, or a scout, perhaps carrying something too valuable to travel by himself. Still, Nenys didn't feel the urge to ask, so he remained still as he followed the larger dragon leading them.
It took another few hours before the three made it to the edge of the Arcane territory, where the Guardian halted. "Are you ready to make the crossing?" she asked, flattening the crystallized appendages that ran along her back. The Tundra remained silent for a moment. Last night's dream was still fresh in his memory, and in a moment he felt very aware of the crude drawing in his satchel. The clear weather allowed for a good view into the distance, and he felt like he could see Dragonhome from where he was stood. Various feelings bubbled in the Tundra's belly as he gazed out over the ocean, wondering if maybe... maybe he would be able to actually do it. "Nenys?" the Guardian rumbled, her tone loud and warning, as if she was aware of what the Tundra was planning. Nenys' heart was pounding, and he felt like this was his one chance-- if he didn't take it, Gods know how long he'd have to wait to try again.
This was the first time in his young life that he had set foot in a region that wasn't Arcane's, and the experience was unlike anything he had foreseen.
The Mirror had been watching in astonishment as the Tundra forcefully beat his wings, taking to the air with ease, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. At first there was a sense of freedom, the light air around him and the relief of breaking out. Then there was a sense of apprehension, the realization that the Guardian was right on his heels, jaws ajar and ready to strike. In a moment of clarity, Nenys channeled his magic, teleporting away to create distance between himself and his very, very angry guardian. His ears perked to her roars of anger as he frantically propelled out of her limited reach, flying out over the ocean, leaving behind his ground-bound guardian and flying away from the magical prison of Starfall Isles.
The flight had been harsh despite the clear weather, strong ocean winds pushing the small Tundra towards the Scarred Wasteland. It took a lot of strength to make it to Dragonhome, but after a few hours of non-stop flight, Nenys tumbled into the warm dust of the Earth region. Exhausted more than anything, the Tundra remained where he was, body splayed out like a ragdoll. Taking a deep breath, Nenys got to his feet and began walking. This was the first time in his young life that he had set foot in a region that wasn't Arcane's, and the experience was unlike anything he had foreseen. The young dragon found shelter beneath a lone acacia tree, huddling up in the shade for some much needed rest.
There was always a sense of urgency in the dreams, as if only Nenys' presence could stop the structure from collapsing completely.
Awakening to the cold night's air was unpleasant, Nenys thought, but it couldn't compare to being awoken by the harsh Guardian back in Starfall Isles. The Tundra chuckled to himself, giddy as he slowly stretched himself and chirped in glee over his successful escape. The flights from Starfall Isles to Dragonhome had been longer than he had thought, his sore wings reminding him of his neglect of flight practice. Taking a moment to adjust himself to the cold, hard ground underfoot, Nenys confidently began his journey.It was as if an unseen force was guiding him, beckoning him closer to the tower he had seen in his many dreams. He had spent plenty of nights wondering what exactly the dreams could mean. Why visions of a crumbled, old stone tower would recur countless of times, and the question that haunted him most, why the visions happened to him. There was always a sense of urgency in the dreams, as if only Nenys' presence could stop the structure from collapsing completely.
The Tundra pondered these questions in silence, letting the cold air and the stars be his guide. Only stopping occasionally to rest or graze on the Sand Creepers and Highland Dryleaf that grew so plentiful around the Shattered Plain, Nenys silently traveled along.
Mountains had began to appear at the horizon, and when he looked to his right he could see The Pillar of the World in the distance.
Nenys had lost count of the amount of days it took him to cross through Dragonhome. He had met various pleasant residents and travelers alike, friendly souls who shared rations and directions with him. The Tundra had thought it odd at first. He was not not used to meeting so many friendly faces, but the sense of community quickly grew on him. Nenys briefly stopped walking, taking a moment to admire the view. Mountains had began to appear at the horizon, and when he looked to his right he could see The Pillar of the World in the distance. He had always longed to visit the impressive monument one day. One day. Nenys took a deep breath and continued walking, his unseen guide steering him towards the mountains at the horizon. Only a little further, the Tundra told himself. He could feel it in his bones.
The narrow path began sloping upwards, slowly becoming enveloped by the mountains until Nenys found himself travelling through a tunnel.
The Tundra was growing sore, a sense of accomplishment building within him. Nenys sat himself down, craning his neck to admire the mountains before him. A narrow passage was visible from where the Tundra was sitting, and it was beckoning him. Nenys yawned and took a deep breath. "Only a little further!" the Tundra told himself, getting onto his feet and heading into the passage. The narrow path began sloping upwards, slowly becoming enveloped by the mountains until Nenys found himself travelling through a tunnel. The Tundra curiously observed the tunnel's walls, noticing various crystals sprouting from the cold, stone walls. He had never seen such beauty before, finding him increasingly mesmerized by all Dragonhome was showing him. Nenys slightly squinted as he could see light at the end of the cold tunnel, and the young Tundra began pacing up.
At the far end of the plains sat the tower.
Nenys was blinded as he leapt out of the tunnel, tumbling onto a stone passage. The Tundra hopped back to his feet and shook himself off, taking a moment to assess his situation. Nenys found himself standing on a perfectly flat rock, right outside the tunnel. A narrow passage consisting of dirt and ridges led down into a valley. The Tundra gasped in awe at the sight. A large stretch of land was perfectly encircled by the mountains he had seen before, looking mostly untouched. A single mountain stream came crashing down into the valley and coursed through the plains. At the far end of the plains sat the tower. The old, ominous stone tower he had seen in his countless dreams. The Keep that had called him.
He had arrived.
He was home.
That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.
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[font=arial][size=5]The Crumbling Keep Lair[/size][/center]
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[font=arial]Tucked away safely between mountain ranges in the north-eastern area of Dragonhome, the lair is a safe, silent haven for those who traded their fast-paced lives for something more simple. Foraging, scavenging and fishing are the clan's main source of food cultivation, gardening being the elder dragons' favorite pastime.
The climate between the mountains proves stable and comfortable conditions for the residents, the lack of strong winds and occasional rainfall providing enjoyable days.
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[center][font=arial][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_2535540]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517376]Story[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517377]Lair map[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517378]The Elders[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517379]The Residents[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517396]Produce and wares[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538160]Clan Roles[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538164]Beast allies[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538165]Relations to other clans[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538167]Empty post[/url]
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The Crumbling Keep Lair
Tucked away safely between mountain ranges in the north-eastern area of Dragonhome, the lair is a safe, silent haven for those who traded their fast-paced lives for something more simple. Foraging, scavenging and fishing are the clan's main source of food cultivation, gardening being the elder dragons' favorite pastime.
The climate between the mountains proves stable and comfortable conditions for the residents, the lack of strong winds and occasional rainfall providing enjoyable days.
That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.
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[font=arial][size=5]The Elders[/size]
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[columns][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2348543][img]https://image.ibb.co/btOWww/vistafestival_5.png[/img][/url][nextcol][font=arial]After Nenys and Vanissa left the clan, leadership was transferred to Esper, one of their oldest and most trusted subjects. Although reluctant to become a leader figure at first, the Guardian's pride and love for her 'family' has greatly increased overtime, as did the ferocity with which she protects it.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/plague_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Esper[/b]- July 4
Esper is old. Born from clay and blood, she is considered an ancient dragon in her own right. Her first memory was one of dust and the harsh sun rays, her weak claws digging at the dirt, dragging her ever closer to the surface. Raised by the earth and the warm sun above, Esper traveled Sornieth for decades.
She is stern and distant, guarding what is hers fiercely. Esper will not hesitate to fight for what she believes in, her hide carrying the scars of her many battles.
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/lightning_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Keira[/b]- June 23
Priest, mage, accidental necromancer-- Keira calls herself many things. Who or what she truly is remains a mystery; the dusty Wildclaw appeared to Esper one day and since refuses to leave. She claims restless spirits wander the Crumbling Keep's halls, and while most dragons are skeptical of her abilities, some whisper that they have seen the spirits for themselves.[/columns]
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[center][font=arial][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_2535540]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517376]Story[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517377]Lair map[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517378]The Elders[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517379]The Residents[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517396]Produce and wares[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538160]Clan Roles[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538164]Beast allies[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538165]Relations to other clans[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538167]Empty post[/url]
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The Elders
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After Nenys and Vanissa left the clan, leadership was transferred to Esper, one of their oldest and most trusted subjects. Although reluctant to become a leader figure at first, the Guardian's pride and love for her 'family' has greatly increased overtime, as did the ferocity with which she protects it.
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 Esper- July 4
Esper is old. Born from clay and blood, she is considered an ancient dragon in her own right. Her first memory was one of dust and the harsh sun rays, her weak claws digging at the dirt, dragging her ever closer to the surface. Raised by the earth and the warm sun above, Esper traveled Sornieth for decades.
She is stern and distant, guarding what is hers fiercely. Esper will not hesitate to fight for what she believes in, her hide carrying the scars of her many battles.
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 Keira- June 23
Priest, mage, accidental necromancer-- Keira calls herself many things. Who or what she truly is remains a mystery; the dusty Wildclaw appeared to Esper one day and since refuses to leave. She claims restless spirits wander the Crumbling Keep's halls, and while most dragons are skeptical of her abilities, some whisper that they have seen the spirits for themselves.
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That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.
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[font=arial][size=5]Crumbling Keep Residents[/size][/center]
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[columns][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2348543][img]https://image.ibb.co/btOWww/vistafestival_5.png[/img][/url][nextcol][font=arial]The leaders aside, the clan doesn't count many permanent members. Most dragons happening upon the lair tend to use it as a place to rest up before continuing their journey. However, some individuals chose to stay, making the sprawling lair beneath the Keep their home. [/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/nature_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Farsha[/b]- August 17
Being the only Fae residing in the Crumbling Keep, little Farsha is constantly on his guard, carefully maneuvering around his much larger clan-mates to avoid injury. The fact that he is very shy and speaks in hushed mumbles doesn't help his communicating with them at all, so Farsha tends to keep to himself. A diligent herbalist, the Fae sometimes forgets to eat, too invested in observing and documenting the many plants that decorate his den.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/nature_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Kesava[/b]- Sept. 8
Kesava occupies himself with scavenging and gathering within and around the Keep's borders. The old male hoards everything he can find, every branch, every pebble, every leaf. Asger had been complaining to Esper about this odd behavior, but the old Guardian let Kesava do as he pleased-- which turned out to be quite a clever decision on her part.
Now, sitting atop his pile of trinkets and baubles, old Kesava helps the Keep expand their Hibernal Den with the items from his hoard.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/water_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Meissa[/b]- Sept. 19
Cast out of her birth clan, Meissa wandered Sornieth for decades. She was never destined to pick up a sword in her life, but as the world turned out to not be half as pretty as she had been led to believe, the Imperial had no other choice. Aiding the Crumbling Keep by scouting out the area surrounding the clan's territory, Meissa spends most of her time wandering, reporting back to [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=108134]Esper[/url] on a daily basis.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/nature_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Ilona[/b]- March 20
Dedicated, gentle and extremely patient, Ilona serves as a teacher to the Keep's younglings and elders alike. The Pearlcatcher has extensive knowledge on many things, a result of having traveled Sornieth at a young age. Ilona prefers walking on her hind legs, using her front claws to empathize things during her lessons. When prompted to defend herself, the Pearlcatcher uses her staff to deliver precise blows.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/shadow_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Blue[/b]- Aug. 12
Blue is a gentle soul. He prefers one dragon's company over a larger group and enjoys cuddling more than anything else. When Blue is not out running errands for his clan mates, the Wildclaw either goes out to collect more twigs for his collection or stays in his den to groom his manes. Constantly kept on his toes by his loving 'friend' Toby, Blue tends to appear a little jittery at times.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/lightning_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Toby[/b]- Jan. 1
Toby is a rascal. She is usually racing through the tunnels, bouncing off the walls without much regard for her clan mates' peace and quiet. The young Tundra somehow learned how to craft tiny firecrackers, and occasionally throws them around to pester the older dragons. The Tundra sometimes refers to herself as 'Toobs', a little disappointed the elders only call her by her actual name. Toby has made it her life-goal to pester Blue on a daily basis, usually messing with him during his chore runs.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/earth_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Talia[/b]- Aug. 26
Surprisingly swift and snappy for a dragon so small, Talia jealously guards the Keep's archives. She is strict and very precise, fidgeting over her scrolls and books until everything is just so. Talia spends a lot of time preening and grooming, placing a lot of pride in her appearance. She buys any remotely old looking scroll or book the merchants manage to acquire, her own den filled with just that, along with heaps and heaps of writing supplies.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/earth_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Percy[/b]- Sept. 10
While some may frown at Percy's child-like energy and quirky remarks, others find the giant dragon endearing. The scavenger is often called in to help fix troubles with the tunnels, as his affinity and love for digging isn't shared by many other dragons living in the Keep. Percy tends to spend most of his day underground, emerging only around mealtimes and when it's time to sleep. He enjoys surprising Talia with root bouquets, getting dirt and mud all over her in the process, enjoying how much it frustrates her.
Many conversations result in eye-rolls and disappointed sighs, Percy being a master of word-play and puns. Not every Keep resident appreciates this art, though.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/arcane_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Simon[/b]- Oct. 2
Simon is a gentle but a little forgetful youngling. He loves reading and doing puzzles that Keira makes for him. The Spiral finds joy in making the dragons around him happy, occasionally forgetting to look after himself in the process. His many eyes often scare the hatchlings away from him, much to Simon's sadness. The Spiral makes the best hot chocolate in the lair, and will share with whichever dragon passes by his Den. When looking for Simon, one's best bet is looking in Talia's archives, where the young dragon will most likely be huddled up beneath a pile of books.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/water_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Asger[/b]- Dec. 15
Asger remembered all. When the shell of his egg began to shatter, the youngling opened his eyes to a familiar world. He had traveled, seen every nook and cranny of the world. He had lived many lives, raised many children and guided too many friends to their last resting place. He had fought many battles, triumphed over many enemies, though as many as he had slain, as many times he had perished in battle himself.
He did not remember the Guardian that sheltered him. He did not remember the Crumbling Keep, its residents, or the strange, beckoning tower that sat at the center of the lair. He had never before called a single place his home, nor had he regarded to another dragon as his mother. Asger remembered all, but the Keep was a mystery to him. He since made it his life goal to learn all there is about the strange little nook of Dragonhome, and studies it diligently.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/water_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Mikeala[/b]- Dec. 12
Mikeala doesn't leave the Keep much. The young oracle prefers to study the many fish that live in the underground lake deep beneath the Crumbling Keep. The fish whisper to her, prophecies and rumors from all over Sornieth. Mikeala often appears nervous and curt around other dragons, but her intentions are always pure.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/arcane_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Nuki[/b]- Jun. 16
Nuki has made her nest atop the Crumbling Keep. She mostly sleeps throughout the day, spending her nights looking up at the skies above the mountains. The Skydancer documents everything that happens in the inky skies above Sornieth, every night. Her magical journal is her most treasured possession, and so Nuki guards it with her life.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/fire_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Borris[/b]- Dec. 25
Borris works around the lair, taking care of small repairs and renovations. Whenever a job requires more muscle power than Borris can muster, Percy is called in to help. Although Borris appears aloof and slightly goofy, the Spiral packs a mean punch, his hammer a favored tool of self defense. [/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/earth_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Shivani[/b]- March 23
Shivani never really had a family. Her egg was found by a herd of Longneck, who, against their better judgement, raised and hatched the dragon egg. Relieved to find a harmless Tundra hatchling between the egg shell shards, the Longneck had their work cut out for them.
Shivani received her name on her first birthday, having proven herself strong enough to survive the perils that come with living in a herd of nomad beasts. The young Tundra proved an excellent forager, helping in providing food for her Longneck family. As she grew older, the herd's matriarch taught Shivani how to make use of her wits. The Tundra successfully bluffed her way out of many problems, saving her herd on many occasions.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/images/icons/wind_rune_20.png[/img] [font=arial][b]Tadachi[/b]- May 16
Tadachi claims to be part of a forgotten line of guards, whose sole duty revolves around protecting old, weakened and orphaned Beasts. [i]The Disciples of Sanguine[/i] take a blood oath and live their lives in solitude, their only family the Beasts they are sworn to protect. Unfortunately for the Skydancer, nobody in the Crumbling Keep clan seems to have ever heard of his guard.[/columns]
[center][font=arial][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_2535540]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517376]Story[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517377]Lair map[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517378]The Elders[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517379]The Residents[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517396]Produce and wares[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538160]Clan Roles[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538164]Beast allies[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538165]Relations to other clans[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538167]Empty post[/url]
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Crumbling Keep Residents
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The leaders aside, the clan doesn't count many permanent members. Most dragons happening upon the lair tend to use it as a place to rest up before continuing their journey. However, some individuals chose to stay, making the sprawling lair beneath the Keep their home.
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 Farsha- August 17
Being the only Fae residing in the Crumbling Keep, little Farsha is constantly on his guard, carefully maneuvering around his much larger clan-mates to avoid injury. The fact that he is very shy and speaks in hushed mumbles doesn't help his communicating with them at all, so Farsha tends to keep to himself. A diligent herbalist, the Fae sometimes forgets to eat, too invested in observing and documenting the many plants that decorate his den.
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Kesava- Sept. 8
Kesava occupies himself with scavenging and gathering within and around the Keep's borders. The old male hoards everything he can find, every branch, every pebble, every leaf. Asger had been complaining to Esper about this odd behavior, but the old Guardian let Kesava do as he pleased-- which turned out to be quite a clever decision on her part.
Now, sitting atop his pile of trinkets and baubles, old Kesava helps the Keep expand their Hibernal Den with the items from his hoard.
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 Meissa- Sept. 19
Cast out of her birth clan, Meissa wandered Sornieth for decades. She was never destined to pick up a sword in her life, but as the world turned out to not be half as pretty as she had been led to believe, the Imperial had no other choice. Aiding the Crumbling Keep by scouting out the area surrounding the clan's territory, Meissa spends most of her time wandering, reporting back to Esper on a daily basis.
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Ilona- March 20
Dedicated, gentle and extremely patient, Ilona serves as a teacher to the Keep's younglings and elders alike. The Pearlcatcher has extensive knowledge on many things, a result of having traveled Sornieth at a young age. Ilona prefers walking on her hind legs, using her front claws to empathize things during her lessons. When prompted to defend herself, the Pearlcatcher uses her staff to deliver precise blows.
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 Blue- Aug. 12
Blue is a gentle soul. He prefers one dragon's company over a larger group and enjoys cuddling more than anything else. When Blue is not out running errands for his clan mates, the Wildclaw either goes out to collect more twigs for his collection or stays in his den to groom his manes. Constantly kept on his toes by his loving 'friend' Toby, Blue tends to appear a little jittery at times.
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Toby- Jan. 1
Toby is a rascal. She is usually racing through the tunnels, bouncing off the walls without much regard for her clan mates' peace and quiet. The young Tundra somehow learned how to craft tiny firecrackers, and occasionally throws them around to pester the older dragons. The Tundra sometimes refers to herself as 'Toobs', a little disappointed the elders only call her by her actual name. Toby has made it her life-goal to pester Blue on a daily basis, usually messing with him during his chore runs.
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 Talia- Aug. 26
Surprisingly swift and snappy for a dragon so small, Talia jealously guards the Keep's archives. She is strict and very precise, fidgeting over her scrolls and books until everything is just so. Talia spends a lot of time preening and grooming, placing a lot of pride in her appearance. She buys any remotely old looking scroll or book the merchants manage to acquire, her own den filled with just that, along with heaps and heaps of writing supplies.
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Percy- Sept. 10
While some may frown at Percy's child-like energy and quirky remarks, others find the giant dragon endearing. The scavenger is often called in to help fix troubles with the tunnels, as his affinity and love for digging isn't shared by many other dragons living in the Keep. Percy tends to spend most of his day underground, emerging only around mealtimes and when it's time to sleep. He enjoys surprising Talia with root bouquets, getting dirt and mud all over her in the process, enjoying how much it frustrates her.
Many conversations result in eye-rolls and disappointed sighs, Percy being a master of word-play and puns. Not every Keep resident appreciates this art, though.
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 Simon- Oct. 2
Simon is a gentle but a little forgetful youngling. He loves reading and doing puzzles that Keira makes for him. The Spiral finds joy in making the dragons around him happy, occasionally forgetting to look after himself in the process. His many eyes often scare the hatchlings away from him, much to Simon's sadness. The Spiral makes the best hot chocolate in the lair, and will share with whichever dragon passes by his Den. When looking for Simon, one's best bet is looking in Talia's archives, where the young dragon will most likely be huddled up beneath a pile of books.
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Asger- Dec. 15
Asger remembered all. When the shell of his egg began to shatter, the youngling opened his eyes to a familiar world. He had traveled, seen every nook and cranny of the world. He had lived many lives, raised many children and guided too many friends to their last resting place. He had fought many battles, triumphed over many enemies, though as many as he had slain, as many times he had perished in battle himself.
He did not remember the Guardian that sheltered him. He did not remember the Crumbling Keep, its residents, or the strange, beckoning tower that sat at the center of the lair. He had never before called a single place his home, nor had he regarded to another dragon as his mother. Asger remembered all, but the Keep was a mystery to him. He since made it his life goal to learn all there is about the strange little nook of Dragonhome, and studies it diligently.
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Mikeala- Dec. 12
Mikeala doesn't leave the Keep much. The young oracle prefers to study the many fish that live in the underground lake deep beneath the Crumbling Keep. The fish whisper to her, prophecies and rumors from all over Sornieth. Mikeala often appears nervous and curt around other dragons, but her intentions are always pure.
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Nuki- Jun. 16
Nuki has made her nest atop the Crumbling Keep. She mostly sleeps throughout the day, spending her nights looking up at the skies above the mountains. The Skydancer documents everything that happens in the inky skies above Sornieth, every night. Her magical journal is her most treasured possession, and so Nuki guards it with her life.
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 Borris- Dec. 25
Borris works around the lair, taking care of small repairs and renovations. Whenever a job requires more muscle power than Borris can muster, Percy is called in to help. Although Borris appears aloof and slightly goofy, the Spiral packs a mean punch, his hammer a favored tool of self defense.
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Shivani- March 23
Shivani never really had a family. Her egg was found by a herd of Longneck, who, against their better judgement, raised and hatched the dragon egg. Relieved to find a harmless Tundra hatchling between the egg shell shards, the Longneck had their work cut out for them.
Shivani received her name on her first birthday, having proven herself strong enough to survive the perils that come with living in a herd of nomad beasts. The young Tundra proved an excellent forager, helping in providing food for her Longneck family. As she grew older, the herd's matriarch taught Shivani how to make use of her wits. The Tundra successfully bluffed her way out of many problems, saving her herd on many occasions.
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 Tadachi- May 16
Tadachi claims to be part of a forgotten line of guards, whose sole duty revolves around protecting old, weakened and orphaned Beasts. The Disciples of Sanguine take a blood oath and live their lives in solitude, their only family the Beasts they are sworn to protect. Unfortunately for the Skydancer, nobody in the Crumbling Keep clan seems to have ever heard of his guard.
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That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.
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[font=arial]The Crumbling Keep lair is mostly self-sufficient, its residents taking pride in their hard work to provide for themselves and their kin. The residents keep to an unspoken rule that any dragon entering the lair with the intent to make it their home is expected to contribute to the clan. Those who have not yet mastered a trade of their own or aren't sure what their strengths are, are assigned a mentor to teach them skills they can use to help out.
Every resident is [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/2#post_35538160]assigned a role[/url] that benefits the clan.
[center][item=Highland Dryleaf][item=Sand Creeper][item=Stonewatch Flatblade][item=Bulrush][/center]
[font=arial]Due to the location of the Crumbling Keep and Dragonhome's arid climate, not much grows in the above ground lair. Highland Dryleaf, Sand Creepers and Stonewatch Flatblades grow freely in the plains that make up most of the above ground territory. Bulrush grows along the stream and small lake that sits at its end.
While this flora provides part of the herbivore residents' diet, the more artistic dragons harvest and use the Bulrush to weave baskets for their clan to use. Any excess baskets are taken to the merchants for selling.
[center][item=Quinoa][item=Treasure Plant][item=Honeycomb Fragment][item=Honeybee][/center]
[font=arial]Hidden deep within the underground lair, various dragons tend to a large community garden, growing various plants for the residents to feed on. Most of the garden is occupied by various herbs and magical flora that is not meant for consumption. Beehives have been installed throughout the garden, yielding sweet, fresh honey.
[center][item=Crawdad][item=Bluegill][item=Rainbow Trout][item=Billy Bass][/center]
[font=arial]Though not many species thrive in the lair's lake, some fish have been observed swimming up the stream that leads out of the clan territory, making the crystal-clear lake their home, providing easy pickings for the less adventurous residents. Fishers occasionally make trips to the ocean to provide the clan with large amounts of seafood if necessary.
[center][item=Andesine][item=Gold Ore][item=Dolomite Geode][item=Limestone Stalactite][/center]
[font=arial]Intricate cave systems sprawl deep, deep beneath the lair, so far down that dragons who do not possess a natural coat to keep them warm are forced to bundle up before venturing down there. Those with a natural affinity for mining and excavating make daily trips into the dark tunnels, returning with satchels full of precious ores and gemstones. Most of these are used to produce armor and weapons for the residents, the excess material sold off or traded with wandering merchants and other clans.
[center][font=arial][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_2535540]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517376]Story[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517377]Lair map[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517378]The Elders[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517379]The Residents[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517396]Produce and wares[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538160]Clan Roles[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538164]Beast allies[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538165]Relations to other clans[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538167]Empty post[/url]
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Lair produce
The Crumbling Keep lair is mostly self-sufficient, its residents taking pride in their hard work to provide for themselves and their kin. The residents keep to an unspoken rule that any dragon entering the lair with the intent to make it their home is expected to contribute to the clan. Those who have not yet mastered a trade of their own or aren't sure what their strengths are, are assigned a mentor to teach them skills they can use to help out.
Every resident is assigned a role that benefits the clan.
Due to the location of the Crumbling Keep and Dragonhome's arid climate, not much grows in the above ground lair. Highland Dryleaf, Sand Creepers and Stonewatch Flatblades grow freely in the plains that make up most of the above ground territory. Bulrush grows along the stream and small lake that sits at its end.
While this flora provides part of the herbivore residents' diet, the more artistic dragons harvest and use the Bulrush to weave baskets for their clan to use. Any excess baskets are taken to the merchants for selling.
Hidden deep within the underground lair, various dragons tend to a large community garden, growing various plants for the residents to feed on. Most of the garden is occupied by various herbs and magical flora that is not meant for consumption. Beehives have been installed throughout the garden, yielding sweet, fresh honey.
Though not many species thrive in the lair's lake, some fish have been observed swimming up the stream that leads out of the clan territory, making the crystal-clear lake their home, providing easy pickings for the less adventurous residents. Fishers occasionally make trips to the ocean to provide the clan with large amounts of seafood if necessary.
Intricate cave systems sprawl deep, deep beneath the lair, so far down that dragons who do not possess a natural coat to keep them warm are forced to bundle up before venturing down there. Those with a natural affinity for mining and excavating make daily trips into the dark tunnels, returning with satchels full of precious ores and gemstones. Most of these are used to produce armor and weapons for the residents, the excess material sold off or traded with wandering merchants and other clans.
That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.
There's nothing here now...
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[font=arial]The Crumbling Keep clan maintains a neutral disposition to Beasts of all kinds. The lair may be used by Beast caravans to rest and recover before continuing their journey through Dragonhome. Beast wares are favored by some of the Keep's dragons and will be traded for their own crafts and produce.
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A brave and hard-headed Longneck was banished from her herd after saving the lone dragon from the brink of starvation. Luka swore loyalty to a quirky dragon and lived to see the end of it. While much smaller in size, she made for quite the sparring partner to the dragon, and they often came to her for wisdom. The two had been together for years. Luka saw how her dragon partner fell in love, fathered a clutch, lived through the heart-break of losing his mate, eventually succumbing to his sorrow. The Mender traveled Dragonhome for years, before finding a home with the Crumbling Keep dragons.[/columns]
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[center][font=arial][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_2535540]Introduction[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517376]Story[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517377]Lair map[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517378]The Elders[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517379]The Residents[/url]
[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35517396]Produce and wares[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538160]Clan Roles[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538164]Beast allies[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538165]Relations to other clans[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2535540/1#post_35538167]Empty post[/url]
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Beast Allies
The Crumbling Keep clan maintains a neutral disposition to Beasts of all kinds. The lair may be used by Beast caravans to rest and recover before continuing their journey through Dragonhome. Beast wares are favored by some of the Keep's dragons and will be traded for their own crafts and produce.
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Luka, the Longneck Mender
A brave and hard-headed Longneck was banished from her herd after saving the lone dragon from the brink of starvation. Luka swore loyalty to a quirky dragon and lived to see the end of it. While much smaller in size, she made for quite the sparring partner to the dragon, and they often came to her for wisdom. The two had been together for years. Luka saw how her dragon partner fell in love, fathered a clutch, lived through the heart-break of losing his mate, eventually succumbing to his sorrow. The Mender traveled Dragonhome for years, before finding a home with the Crumbling Keep dragons.
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moreee laterrr
That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.
