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[u][/u][center][size=7][font=Gabriola]Severed Stars Lorebook[/size][/font] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/layout/dominanceduex/monument_beastclans.png[/img][nextcol] [i]As you browse the library, skimming through the multiple lorebooks and written works created over the years, one book in particular stands out to you. As you pull it from the shelf, you take note of the craftsmanship of the cover; it's bound in aged leather and stitched together with a thick, waxy string. Arcanic runes are etched into the spine and cover of the book. 'Severed Stars' reads the front cover, in a beautiful calligraphy font lined with a faded white paint. You clutch the book carefully, as if it were made of thin glass, as you make your way to a comfy looking bean bag. You plop yourself down and carefully open the book. The pages in between seem hand-made, thick and chunky, which small fibers visible against the off-white background. Once you've finished admiring the pages, you turn to a random chapter and begin reading...[/i][/columns] [columns]Welcome to my lorebook! This is where I'll be keeping records of all of my clans' activities. I ask that you not post here. If you wish to contact me about anything you see in here, please message me or drop me a comment on my profile! Some chapters may be long, some may be short. Every chapter will be added to the directory below. Some chapters will be offsite due to content rating- proper warnings will be given when necessary! The Severed Stars clan is located in the Worldedge Wetlands of the Viridian Labyrinth, regardless of where what flight I move to. They live on the edge of a large lake known as Astrota Lake, in a ruined castle known as Drakewood. [map x=4368 y=721 view=land width=480 height=240]Drakewood[/map] [/columns] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/f702c13eaaa91b2b294dcc65b44769d2/tumblr_inline_o23f45WMiU1r3lvtf_500.png[/img] >> [u][b]Directory[/b][/u] << >> [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2555496/1#post_35976503]Residents[/url] << >> [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2555496/1#post_53347896]Other dragons[/url] << >> [b][u]Stories[/u][/b] << [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2555496/1#post_53348019]Beginning[/url] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/f702c13eaaa91b2b294dcc65b44769d2/tumblr_inline_o23f45WMiU1r3lvtf_500.png[/img] Dividers from [url=http://msb-lair.tumblr.com/post/138749447634/more-flight-dividers]here,[/url] images by FlightRising [/center]

[center] Drakewood Residents [img]http://i.imgur.com/vQ6mp3w.png[/img] Unless otherwise stated, all offspring lists are not factored into lore. All “unnamed” or fodder names are considered failure-to-thrive hatchlings. Lore applied to offspring are not connected to my lore in any way, shape or form. [img]http://i.imgur.com/L2mfHet.png[/img] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/14041303][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/140414/14041303.png[/img][/url] [b]Kryon[/b] woke up on the shores of the Everbloom Gardens, riddled with wounds and scales caked with blood. He has absolutely no recollection of his past, and often worries that he had a past life that might catch up and put his clan in harm's way. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14041304][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/140414/14041304.png[/img][/url] [b]Venosha[/b] is Kryon's mate. Like Kryon, her past is foggy and shrouded in mystery, but she's far less anxious about it than he is. She saw it as a new beginning, and an opportunity to start fresh with new knowledge and skills. She took this mindset and ran, and is more of a leader than Kryon. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=54186013][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/541861/54186013.png[/img][/url] [b]Rory[/b] was a high priest for the Lightweaver, who believed the deities to be above all. He held himself high in respect, often going as far as to claim that the deities were higher than dragonkind itself. Upon hearing of a coming catastrophe, he prayed and prayed for Lightweaver to prevent it. His faith was shattered when Luminax appeared, and he felt betrayed and angry. In a fit of rage he destroyed the alters he’d come to love, and flew off. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=80506813][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/805069/80506813.png[/img][/url] [b]Luna[/b] came to Drakewood to escape the stress and frustrations that came with living in big clans with constant battles. She's a gentle soul, preferring to find solutions to problems in life with words and a cup of warm tea. Naturally, she and Rory became close and eventually married each other, and together they act as counselors to the residents of Drakewood. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=58693341][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/586934/58693341.png[/img][/url] [b]Kestrel[/b] is a petrified dragon from unknown origins. He is positioned at the mouth of a cave that leads deep into the heart of the Astrota Caverns, a dark save system that, according to notes left behind at Drakewood, contains an evil monster that is heavily shade-touched. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42396292][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/423963/42396292.png[/img][/url] [b]Matthias[/b] is a former pirate captain. Originally opening a bar in the Sunbeam Ruins, he moved his business as far away as possible on account of Luminax. He's friendly and easy-going, but he has little tolerance for nonsense in his bar. He likes to regale tales of his time on the high seas to anyone who will listen, and often has the scars and loot to prove his stories true. He’s an oddball among the residents, but welcome nonetheless. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50384085][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/503841/50384085.png[/img][/url] [b]Champion[/b] was among the first to join Kryon and Venosha in their new clan. A Nature dragon living in a clan of Plague dragons, he doesn’t like to talk about his past clan for a number of reasons. He was the only non-plague dragon in the clan, and he could certain feel the tension, especially after they discovered his affinity for plant magic. After the disaster with the First Seed, he was cast away, and only barely escaped the Wasteland. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=69716761][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/697168/69716761.png[/img][/url] [b]None[/b] is a resurrected victim of an attack by a gang of “righteous worshippers” to dissuade dragons from practicing magic that isn’t of their flight. None was enamored by fire and shadow magic, and he was attacked by those “worshippers” and left for dead. He was resurrected by Lacy on accident, and the two became close afterwards. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=69610427][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/696105/69610427.png[/img][/url] [b]Icarrus[/b] is the chef at Matthias' bar. She’s quiet and refuses to speak, but words aren’t needed to figure out her backstory; the scarred over insignia of the Icewarden carved into her flank, the numerous scars wrapping around her neck and chest and her broken horn and torn wings all tell a story of betrayal, treachery and punishment. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=69254245][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/692543/69254245.png[/img][/url] [b]Lacey[/b] is a skilled Arcane mage straight from the Starfall Isles. She was the top of her class and was highly praised for her natural abilities, but tragedy struck her when her mate was slain by a viscous rival clan. Her grief led her to dark magic, and out of desperation she tried to resurrect him- but she failed. The university discovered this, and fearing she was trying to make contact with the shade, they threw her out and even banished her from the Starfall Isles.

[center] Other dragons [img]http://i.imgur.com/jgIXeoW.png[/img] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=73341212][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/733413/73341212.png[/img][/url] [b]"Tenem"[/b] is the name of a monstrous Imperial that lives deep within the Astrota Caverns. Their origins are completely unknown, and all that the clan has to go off of are some scattered notes and journals left by the previous residents of Drakewood. They speak of a terrible ritual that was performed in the woods nearby, and while the exact details are unknown, it is known that the ritual went wrong, and the residents of Drakewood were subject to a terrible curse, which led to them promptly abandoning the area. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2241456][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/22415/2241456.png[/img][/url] [b]Siriol[/b] is a wandering trader that frequents Drakewood, as she's become familiar with some of the odd collecting habits of some of the residents. She's become quite friendly with the clan, and often stops by Matthias' restaurant to rest and catch up on the latest gossip.

[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/LXPrOvK.png[/img] [b]Beginning[/b] --- [i]Awaken.[/i] It sounded distant. Kryon barely registered the voice, and for a brief moment he even wondered if he was just hearing things. He sat in darkness and pondered this for what felt like ages. He could see nothing, only the black void that surrounded him. He floated aimlessly, [i][b]Awaken.[/b][/i] Now it sounded closer, and carried a different tone than before. Kryon turned around and as he did, he registered a dull pain in his hips. It was more of an annoyance than actually painful, as if he'd been laying down for too long and his joints got stiff. He stretched, letting out a satisfying grunt as his spines stretched out and his joints began to loosen. He gazed around the darkness, still only seeing the nothingness that he'd come to accept. [b]AWAKEN.[/b] He jolted awake, letting out several gasps and coughs as his lungs filled with air and forced water out. He choked and sputtered for several moments before he was able to regain control of his breathing. The sting of saltwater lingered in his throat and chest as he took several deep breaths. Slowly he looked around, expecting to see the darkness, but saw that he had been laying on a secluded, sandy beach. He looked out towards the ocean, now realizing that, somehow, he'd washed ashore. As he rolled over and stood, he became aware of the several open wounds on his body that had begun to sting and fester from the saltwater and sand that stuck to him. He shook, tossing off most of the beach debris. He took the time to examine himself. His scales were dirty with grime and dried blood, and some were even chipped and flaking off. He had several cuts, as if he'd gotten into a fight with a Kamaitachi. Many of them were open and oozing, a few had begun to scab over. A long scar trailed down his left shoulder to his neck, and the scales it passed over were warped, as if they'd healed improperly. His wings were a bit tattered as well, but only the very edges of the membrane. He stretched them, only to hiss in pain as his right wing joint caught and sent a flare of pain down to the tip of his shoulder. He promptly folded them, unwilling to subject himself to that pain again. He wasn't going to be flying any time soon. Instead, he gazed up at the massive forest in front of him. Immediately he knew this was the Viridian Labyrinth, although where he came up with such a conclusion was beyond him. As he stared at the swaying trees, he swore he could hear the faintest of hums, like a sweet songbird calling to him in the early hours of daybreak. All thought left his mind as he focused on the sound, and before he could register what he was doing, he began to head directly into the thick forest. All he could focus on was that beautiful sound, as if the source was his long lost Charge. He came to a clearing, and in the center was a single Skydancer laying in a makeshift nest of thick grass and weeds. The Skydancer's antennae twitched, and she turned her head. She gave Kryon the sweetest smile he'd ever seen, and it was as if he'd been struck in the chest with an iron arrow. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, like an angel directly from the heavens. The delicate patches of shimmery orange- almost gold- caught the sun in just a way that it seemed like she was glowing, and Kryon couldn't tear his eyes away. The stripes that adorned her body almost seemed to dance and peel straight away from her body, and they circled and danced around him, as if they were alive. "Oh, dear, you're bleeding! Let me- hey? Hey!" He only barely registered her voice before he was enveloped with darkness once again.

[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/5nh4hvn.png[/img] [b]Darkest tides[/b] [b]Rasuro xxxx-xxxx Son, brother, partner Gone, but not forgotten[/b] ——- “And when the magic reaches the conductor, it’ll generate a small electrical charge, which you can then…” [i]Gods, this seminar was dreadfully boring.[/i] While the professor droned on and the scribble of pencils and clacking of computers filled the air, Lacey’s mind was occupied elsewhere. It has been a week since she her mate, Rasuro, had been taken from her. A clan of thieves stopped the pair during their travels and tried to rob them. Rasuro and Lacey fought back as hard as they could, but Rasuro was too badly injured. She was heartbroken, upon hearing the news her entire world shattered. She tried to return to her studies. She tried to focus on the schooling that her parents had paid so much for. But she just couldn’t; she was constantly struggling with herself to move on faster than she was truly ready. Her head swam, her body was tired. She couldn’t do this anymore. Not without [i]him.[/i] She didn’t even notice that the seminar was over until she heard the chatter of the students leaving. She packed up her things and made her way into the flow of students in the large hall, mindful of the smaller dragons under her and bigger ones above her. Once she was out of the building she spread her wings and got ready to take off. But she stopped. She hesitated for a moment, and she wasn’t sure why until she looked up. A Wildclaw, green and gold and blue, in the distance. The way their wings shimmered and sparkled reminded Lacey of that dragon, the one that took her Rasuro away. In fact, it was the very same one. She recognized him by the scar over his eye. She had given it to him trying to save Rasuro. Rage filled her body as her feathers fanned out. Revenge was within her grasp, and she wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip by. Silently she followed him, and when he was alone, she lunged out of the darkness at him with a snarl. She tackled him to the ground, her front claws pinning his wings and arms down while her back feet pinned his feet down just above the ankles, well out of the way of his dew claws. “[b]You,[/b]” she spat, her voice dripping with venom, “You’re the one who killed him; you killed Rasuro!” The wildclaw’s eyes widened in shock as he looked up at her. Of course he recognized her, how could he forget the dragon that took his eyesight? He struggled against her, but she kept him pinned down, her body buzzing with Arcane magic. “I- I swear, I was, I was just, following orders-!” Lacey cut him off, the tip of her snout pressed against his. Her lips curled up in a snarl, a pink glow radiating from within her throat. “I’m going to kill you.” She growled lowly, her claws digging into the wildclaw’s scales. He hissed in pain as he continued to struggle, trying to break free from her powerful grip. She opened her mouth as pink sparks began to gather at the back of her throat as she prepared a powerful Arcane Bolt. But as she looked down at him, something told her to stop. She hesitated, and slowly the sparks faded. With a growl she let him go, and took a step back as he scrambled up. “I.. I can’t do it.” She muttered to herself, her anger fading away into grief once more. She refused to stoop as low as he had, to take the life of someone who didn’t deserve it. “Rasuro would’ve forgiven you. But I don’t. Get out of here before I change my mind.” She growled, and before she could even react the wildclaw flew off, flecks of blood dripping onto the ground from his wrists and ankles. [i]You have a kind heart, Lacey.[/i] She shook her head, muttering to herself. She swears she can still hear Rasuro talking to her, as if he were right there with her. She turned to head back home as grey clouds gathered overhead. By the time she got to her den, it was raining, and she was cold. Without a word she tossed her bag aside and retreated to her fortress of blankets and feathers. The darkness hung over her like a thick fog, and she felt the tight, possessive grip of grief and sorrow dig into her. [b]She wasn’t ready to move on without Rasuro.[/b]