Hello Everyone
I wanted to have all my perm. dragons' lore in one place, and I thought where better than somewhere on
flightrising.com? This thread is really established for personal use,
but I'd love feedback if you have any! By posting the lore
somewhere other than in my dragons' bios, I'll hopefully have motivation to write more!
I currently have only a vague idea for... pretty much everything. I've assigned roles to my dragons and have some of their stories sketched out, but I'm nowhere close to stringing everything together yet. I'm excited to see where things'll go!
If you've ever purchased a hatchling from my
hatchery and have written lore for/about them, I'd
LOVE to read what you've written, and if you'd like, link them to this page as an expansion of my dragons' lore! Just PM me or comment me!
Hello Everyone
I wanted to have all my perm. dragons' lore in one place, and I thought where better than somewhere on
flightrising.com? This thread is really established for personal use,
but I'd love feedback if you have any! By posting the lore
somewhere other than in my dragons' bios, I'll hopefully have motivation to write more!
I currently have only a vague idea for... pretty much everything. I've assigned roles to my dragons and have some of their stories sketched out, but I'm nowhere close to stringing everything together yet. I'm excited to see where things'll go!
If you've ever purchased a hatchling from my
hatchery and have written lore for/about them, I'd
LOVE to read what you've written, and if you'd like, link them to this page as an expansion of my dragons' lore! Just PM me or comment me!
Dragon Directory
To be Updated...
The Rulers
Gorah - King of Altura
Corah - Queen of Altura
Tywine - Herald
The Grand Council
Gorah - King of Altura
Corah - Queen of Altura
Tywine - Herald
Callisto - Keeper of Laws
Cassiopeia - Ambassador
Aldebaran - Grand Prophet
Helios - Grand Commander
Shadowe - Commander of The Knights of Dawn
Anubis - Commander of The Nightwatch
Latona - Vaultmaster
Zeus - Lorekeeper
Alzena - Tracker
Rowan - Tracker
Diplomacy
Callisto - Keeper of Laws
Cassiopeia - Ambassador
Arcana - Peacekeeper
Apsalar - Peacekeeper
Titan - Peacekeeper
Alinitak - Linguist
Ganymede - Messenger
Mages' Council
Aldebaran - Grand Prophet
Pleiades - Prophet
Sleet - Prophet
Corona - Stargazer
Rhea - Stargazer
Zeus - Lorekeeper
Health
Celeste - Healer
Anput - Healer
Alaurun - Nurse
Enceladus - Nurse
Borealis - Herbalist
Aurora - Herbalist
Hatchery
Pink - Caregiver
Piscis - Caregiver
Austrinus - Caregiver
Defense
Helios - Grand Commander
Shadowe - Commander of The Knights of Dawn
Cepheus - Knight of Dawn
Showa - Knight of Dawn
Albeiro - Knight of Dawn
Hydra - Knight of Dawn
RCB - Knight of Dawn
Gleam - Knight of Dawn
Anubis - Commander of The Nightwatch
Pulsar - Nightwatch
OIII - Nightwatch
Betelgeuse - Nightwatch
Antares - Nightwatch
Seraph - Nightwatch
Sanguine - Nightwatch
Finance
Latona - Vaultmaster
Sadr - Vaultkeeper
Sanshoku - Trader
Sanke - Trader
Sustainability
Endymion - Hunter
Major - Hunter
Ophiuchus - Huntress
Sura - Huntress
Alnilam - Forager
SII - Forager
Lapis - Forager
Odds & Ends
Quasar - Scrollcrafter
Kronos - Tinkerer
Betelgeuse - Forger
Selene - Clothier
Gloom - Jeweler
Araminta - Dancer
Clementine - Artist
Alani - Architect
Mori - Beastkeeper
Floyd - Gravekeeper
Others
Emit - Diety of Time
Wintermoon - Keeper of
Levana Peak.
Georgia - Keeper of
Levana Peak
Gorah
|| Patriarch | King of Altura ||
" The pain has only made me stronger."
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Nobody knows where Gorah came from. Nobody knows if even Gorah himself remembers. A somber Guardian that seemingly appeared out of nowhere in the Southern Icefield, Gorah was at first, just another Guardian, as plain as plain could be. However, as the days went by, what seemed to be faint constellations silently crept onto his smooth, platinum-colored scales, and, as if breaking out of an invisible cocoon, Gorah spread his wings one morning to reveal his ghastly pale butterfly patterns. As the days passed, mysterious runes became visible on his body, perhaps telling a tale of his coming to be - but no one will ever know, as the runes were of a language long lost to civilization.
Gorah rarely engaged with the outside world, but he opened his lair to numerous hatchlings that were away from home and in need of sanctuary. They became an unruly lot, with no one to guide them as they grew, and the land soon became known to all as Kingdom Altura, Land of Chaos. Dragons came and went, some to seek new horizons, some driven away by more powerful inhabitants. Gorah provided and observed, never interfering, unchallenged despite the growing ambitions of the younger and able dragons. He nested a few times, taking little heed of his mates and the hatchlings produced. It seemed as if nothing in life mattered much to him.
That may have been true until he met Corah. A small dragon by all standards, Corah appeared in Altura one night, alone and bewildered, seeking shelter from a storm that was raging outside. Other dragons made way for her, her colors and patterns providing automatic protection as she stumbled through the Great Lair to Gorah's cave. Her oblivion, at first, was mildly annoying to Gorah, who simply ignored her as she busied herself with big and small matters of the Kingdom. Her persistence, however, wore Gorah down eventually, and he began to face the pain of the past that tormented him so. Corah's once-irritating cheeriness forced him to respond painstakingly with grunts and curt sentences, but respond he did, and he soon found himself leaving the Great Lair with Corah on what seemed to be longer and longer trips in the Kingdom. He took in the violence, devastation, and shambles that had become of this land he supposedly ruled over, until one day, he seemed to decide that enough was enough. With the aid of Shadowe and Anubis, giant Imperials that had settled in Altura long ago, Gorah formed the Knights of Dawn and the Nightwatch, and with the combined force of brave and able warriors, tyrants were expelled, Beastclan tribes chased away, and peace returned to Kingdom Altura.
Officially crowned King of Altura, Gorah announced his official betrothal to Corah, bestowing upon her the title "Queen Consort" of the Kingdom. Corah remained as busy as ever, introducing to Gorah the small delights of the world he had missed up until then. Nowadays, Gorah dutifully maintains watch over Kingdom Altura. Along with the wise counsel of Tywine the Herald and the Alturan Council, the Kingdom grows ever more prosperous and lively.
Nowadays, in his rare moments of leisure, Gorah continues to strengthen his bond with Corah; enjoys the companionship of his silent familiar, Gin; and strives (somewhat awkwardly) to mend his once-tattered relationship with Wintermoon, his daughter from his forlorn past, the only hatchling of his that still has ties to Kingdom Altura.
Lore to be continued...
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Gorah
|| Patriarch | King of Altura ||
" The pain has only made me stronger."
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Nobody knows where Gorah came from. Nobody knows if even Gorah himself remembers. A somber Guardian that seemingly appeared out of nowhere in the Southern Icefield, Gorah was at first, just another Guardian, as plain as plain could be. However, as the days went by, what seemed to be faint constellations silently crept onto his smooth, platinum-colored scales, and, as if breaking out of an invisible cocoon, Gorah spread his wings one morning to reveal his ghastly pale butterfly patterns. As the days passed, mysterious runes became visible on his body, perhaps telling a tale of his coming to be - but no one will ever know, as the runes were of a language long lost to civilization.
Gorah rarely engaged with the outside world, but he opened his lair to numerous hatchlings that were away from home and in need of sanctuary. They became an unruly lot, with no one to guide them as they grew, and the land soon became known to all as Kingdom Altura, Land of Chaos. Dragons came and went, some to seek new horizons, some driven away by more powerful inhabitants. Gorah provided and observed, never interfering, unchallenged despite the growing ambitions of the younger and able dragons. He nested a few times, taking little heed of his mates and the hatchlings produced. It seemed as if nothing in life mattered much to him.
That may have been true until he met Corah. A small dragon by all standards, Corah appeared in Altura one night, alone and bewildered, seeking shelter from a storm that was raging outside. Other dragons made way for her, her colors and patterns providing automatic protection as she stumbled through the Great Lair to Gorah's cave. Her oblivion, at first, was mildly annoying to Gorah, who simply ignored her as she busied herself with big and small matters of the Kingdom. Her persistence, however, wore Gorah down eventually, and he began to face the pain of the past that tormented him so. Corah's once-irritating cheeriness forced him to respond painstakingly with grunts and curt sentences, but respond he did, and he soon found himself leaving the Great Lair with Corah on what seemed to be longer and longer trips in the Kingdom. He took in the violence, devastation, and shambles that had become of this land he supposedly ruled over, until one day, he seemed to decide that enough was enough. With the aid of Shadowe and Anubis, giant Imperials that had settled in Altura long ago, Gorah formed the Knights of Dawn and the Nightwatch, and with the combined force of brave and able warriors, tyrants were expelled, Beastclan tribes chased away, and peace returned to Kingdom Altura.
Officially crowned King of Altura, Gorah announced his official betrothal to Corah, bestowing upon her the title "Queen Consort" of the Kingdom. Corah remained as busy as ever, introducing to Gorah the small delights of the world he had missed up until then. Nowadays, Gorah dutifully maintains watch over Kingdom Altura. Along with the wise counsel of Tywine the Herald and the Alturan Council, the Kingdom grows ever more prosperous and lively.
Nowadays, in his rare moments of leisure, Gorah continues to strengthen his bond with Corah; enjoys the companionship of his silent familiar, Gin; and strives (somewhat awkwardly) to mend his once-tattered relationship with Wintermoon, his daughter from his forlorn past, the only hatchling of his that still has ties to Kingdom Altura.
Lore to be continued...
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Corah
|| Matriarch | Queen of Altura ||
"Pain doesn't necessarily take on a physical form."
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A small dragon by all standards, the tiny Imperial is the once-nameless daughter of Glaucous and Bistre, both of the the Shifting Expanse. Accidentally carried away on the wing of a visiting dragon, the tiny Imperial woke up one morning on a piece of drifting ice in the Southern Icefields, thus beginning her life as a wandering orphan seeking her way back to a home she had barely known.
Fortunately, luck seemed to be on her side. As she stumbled through the land, chancing upon prey and berries whenever she needed them most, she learned to fly, to speak, to read, and to write on her own. She developed a strange sense of optimism, believing that despite the struggles, everything would eventually end up being ok. Her good fortune encouraged a curiosity toward all things, so she steadily took in the wonders of the world as she hopped from one clan to another during her travels. Barely anyone noticed the tiny, nameless Imperial, despite her cheery and enthusiastic nature.
She arrived in Altura on the night of one of the worst storms the Southern Icefields had seen in decades. Unknown to her at the time, her markings matched that of the forlorn patriarch of the clan, granting her protection from the chaos that then governed Kingdom Altura. Her inquisitive nature soon allowed her to see that the silent Guardian, Gorah, rightful king of the land, was suffering from an internal source of overwhelming pain. Deciding to stay and tend to his invisible wounds, the tiny Imperial kept herself busy by bringing about order and civility to the Kingdom with the help of other residence dragons that had long been fed up with the chaotic state of the land.
The other dragons had taken to calling the tiny Imperial "Corah," which was one small stroke short of the name of the king she so cheerfully tended to. The name stuck, and Corah she became. As Gorah slowly broke from his shell, Corah matured, becoming a just and wise Queen long before Gorah announced their betrothal. With her help, Gorah learned to enjoy the companionship of his familiar, brother to Corah's very own Golden Kitsune, Kin. Under her gentle encouragement, Gorah began to mend his once-tattered relationship with Wintermoon, his hatchling from his forlorn days, the last to still have ties with Altura.
An adventurer at heart, Corah enjoys roaming the land with Rowan and Alzena, constantly bringing back the wealth of knowledge to the Alturan Council, helping them sketch out the laws and frameworks needed for a better Kingdom.
Lore to be continued...
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Corah
|| Matriarch | Queen of Altura ||
"Pain doesn't necessarily take on a physical form."
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A small dragon by all standards, the tiny Imperial is the once-nameless daughter of Glaucous and Bistre, both of the the Shifting Expanse. Accidentally carried away on the wing of a visiting dragon, the tiny Imperial woke up one morning on a piece of drifting ice in the Southern Icefields, thus beginning her life as a wandering orphan seeking her way back to a home she had barely known.
Fortunately, luck seemed to be on her side. As she stumbled through the land, chancing upon prey and berries whenever she needed them most, she learned to fly, to speak, to read, and to write on her own. She developed a strange sense of optimism, believing that despite the struggles, everything would eventually end up being ok. Her good fortune encouraged a curiosity toward all things, so she steadily took in the wonders of the world as she hopped from one clan to another during her travels. Barely anyone noticed the tiny, nameless Imperial, despite her cheery and enthusiastic nature.
She arrived in Altura on the night of one of the worst storms the Southern Icefields had seen in decades. Unknown to her at the time, her markings matched that of the forlorn patriarch of the clan, granting her protection from the chaos that then governed Kingdom Altura. Her inquisitive nature soon allowed her to see that the silent Guardian, Gorah, rightful king of the land, was suffering from an internal source of overwhelming pain. Deciding to stay and tend to his invisible wounds, the tiny Imperial kept herself busy by bringing about order and civility to the Kingdom with the help of other residence dragons that had long been fed up with the chaotic state of the land.
The other dragons had taken to calling the tiny Imperial "Corah," which was one small stroke short of the name of the king she so cheerfully tended to. The name stuck, and Corah she became. As Gorah slowly broke from his shell, Corah matured, becoming a just and wise Queen long before Gorah announced their betrothal. With her help, Gorah learned to enjoy the companionship of his familiar, brother to Corah's very own Golden Kitsune, Kin. Under her gentle encouragement, Gorah began to mend his once-tattered relationship with Wintermoon, his hatchling from his forlorn days, the last to still have ties with Altura.
An adventurer at heart, Corah enjoys roaming the land with Rowan and Alzena, constantly bringing back the wealth of knowledge to the Alturan Council, helping them sketch out the laws and frameworks needed for a better Kingdom.
Lore to be continued...
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Shadow
|| Commander | Knights of Dawn ||
"I am nothing but a shadow."
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They told him he was spotless. They told him he was “The One.” The one who would lead them. The one who would save them. The one who would cleanse the world of its filth.
Why, they did not tell him. How, they did not know.
He was born into a desolate land. All forms of life seemed to struggle here. None could make it far. They called it a curse, and it had befallen the land for as long as anyone could remember.
They told him he was a miracle hatchling. That they sky cracked open one day, and through the thick, grey clouds that loomed perpetually over the land, a ray of sunlight shot down toward the ground, and at the end of that ray lay a strange purple egg. They told him he was a miracle hatchling. A gift from the Heavens that had long forsaken the land.
He was raised by countless dragons, none surviving long enough to see him through. He alone was immune of the curse that continued to snatch away the others. Death and Goodbyes he knew well. Loneliness and Despair his friends. They told him he was “The One.” They told him he was a miracle hatchling. They told him he would lead them. Would save them. Would cleanse the world of its filth. They believed in him with feverish piety.
Until one day, he snapped. As he watched his latest guardian swallow her last breath, an overwhelming sense of fear engulfed him. He spread his giant crystalline wings and soared from the temple they had built for him. A prison he had never once left since birth.
They told him he was spotless. Indeed he was. He glowed and seem to cast light on the despairing land. As he soured higher and higher through the thick, grey clouds, he felt an invisible barrier push against his snout. There was naught but faint stars around him now.
They told him he was “The One.” They told him he was a miracle hatchling. So he pushed with all his might, and suddenly he was free. The sky cracked and shattered before his eyes, and the invisible barrier, a thin film of stars seared onto his body. Screaming and writhing in pain, he turned back toward the land he was escaping, the only place he knew, the only place he could call home.
They were all there. Watching, weeping. Sunlight streamed through the opening he had created. It split over the rotting trees and murky swamps. It spilt over the mourning dragons.
Sunlight was hope. Hope they had long lost.
Sunlight was pain. Piercing, searing, pain.
He did nothing. He could do nothing. He watched them stretch out their wings, reaching out to the brightness, burnt eyes transfixed on the sunlight spilling from behind him. He watched them smoke up, their feverish yelps of delight turning into horrendous screams of pain as they crumbled to dust in the land beneath him.
They said he was “The One.” They said he would lead them. Would save them. Would cleanse the world of its filth.
And he had.
She was just like him. Spotless. Lost. Seeking.
He stared across the snow field at his doppleganger, so still one could easily pass him by without notice. He knew she couldn't see him so well. He waited patiently. He saw her glance left and right. He could sense her worry. He knew there was no one here but them.
"S-Sir,” he heard her call out tentatively, her voice soft and crisp like the falling snow around them. “Are you a dragon, Sir?”
He caught sight of her faint pink eyes, the only indicator that she was, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination. She seemed shaken. As she should be.
A dragon. Was he a dragon? He no longer knew.
They told him he was spotless. They told him he was “The One.” The one who would lead them. The one who would save them. The one who would cleanse the world of its filth.
“... I am nothing but a shadow.”
Lore to be continued...
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Shadow
|| Commander | Knights of Dawn ||
"I am nothing but a shadow."
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They told him he was spotless. They told him he was “The One.” The one who would lead them. The one who would save them. The one who would cleanse the world of its filth.
Why, they did not tell him. How, they did not know.
He was born into a desolate land. All forms of life seemed to struggle here. None could make it far. They called it a curse, and it had befallen the land for as long as anyone could remember.
They told him he was a miracle hatchling. That they sky cracked open one day, and through the thick, grey clouds that loomed perpetually over the land, a ray of sunlight shot down toward the ground, and at the end of that ray lay a strange purple egg. They told him he was a miracle hatchling. A gift from the Heavens that had long forsaken the land.
He was raised by countless dragons, none surviving long enough to see him through. He alone was immune of the curse that continued to snatch away the others. Death and Goodbyes he knew well. Loneliness and Despair his friends. They told him he was “The One.” They told him he was a miracle hatchling. They told him he would lead them. Would save them. Would cleanse the world of its filth. They believed in him with feverish piety.
Until one day, he snapped. As he watched his latest guardian swallow her last breath, an overwhelming sense of fear engulfed him. He spread his giant crystalline wings and soared from the temple they had built for him. A prison he had never once left since birth.
They told him he was spotless. Indeed he was. He glowed and seem to cast light on the despairing land. As he soured higher and higher through the thick, grey clouds, he felt an invisible barrier push against his snout. There was naught but faint stars around him now.
They told him he was “The One.” They told him he was a miracle hatchling. So he pushed with all his might, and suddenly he was free. The sky cracked and shattered before his eyes, and the invisible barrier, a thin film of stars seared onto his body. Screaming and writhing in pain, he turned back toward the land he was escaping, the only place he knew, the only place he could call home.
They were all there. Watching, weeping. Sunlight streamed through the opening he had created. It split over the rotting trees and murky swamps. It spilt over the mourning dragons.
Sunlight was hope. Hope they had long lost.
Sunlight was pain. Piercing, searing, pain.
He did nothing. He could do nothing. He watched them stretch out their wings, reaching out to the brightness, burnt eyes transfixed on the sunlight spilling from behind him. He watched them smoke up, their feverish yelps of delight turning into horrendous screams of pain as they crumbled to dust in the land beneath him.
They said he was “The One.” They said he would lead them. Would save them. Would cleanse the world of its filth.
And he had.
She was just like him. Spotless. Lost. Seeking.
He stared across the snow field at his doppleganger, so still one could easily pass him by without notice. He knew she couldn't see him so well. He waited patiently. He saw her glance left and right. He could sense her worry. He knew there was no one here but them.
"S-Sir,” he heard her call out tentatively, her voice soft and crisp like the falling snow around them. “Are you a dragon, Sir?”
He caught sight of her faint pink eyes, the only indicator that she was, in fact, real and not some figment of his imagination. She seemed shaken. As she should be.
A dragon. Was he a dragon? He no longer knew.
They told him he was spotless. They told him he was “The One.” The one who would lead them. The one who would save them. The one who would cleanse the world of its filth.
“... I am nothing but a shadow.”
Lore to be continued...
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