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TOPIC | [Plague Subspecies] Necromancers
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[color=maroon]From her first clutch, two new Necromancers had sprung. Impressive creatures, she had led them to the Wyrmwound when they were just barely old enough to take their first steps. "The Twins," as they had collectively come to be called, had both endured the trials and returned to The Cell as Necromancers. Not but a day after their homecoming, they ventured off to impart their infection unto Sornieth. Mina contemplated these things as she sat on her haunches at the edge of one of The Cell's many moats. The water was particularly turbid and tawny today. She dipped a claw into the pool; at her touch, small films of fungus materialized upon the surface and swirled in place.
"Mina?" She glimpsed up at the mention of her name; it was Ichorclaw. The Mirror trotted over to her, a wide smile parting his pointed face. His red banner, the Necromantic symbol denoting his rank as a priest, draped from his wings and waggled flamboyantly at his approach, "We do good work here," he proclaimed as he plopped down beside her. She must have subtly cocked her head or furrowed her brow, for he continued his thought aloud, "Our daughters have both passed their trials. Does that not suggest that we are exactly as we should be?"
"It suggests that our daughters are tough," she replied. She looked on him warmly, yet anticipated his riposte.
"That's a touch oversimplified. Our daughters have earned Her gaze. Becoming a Necromancer is an exercise in more than rote brawn, but a metamorphosis of the soul to mirror that of Mother's. We both played our roles and share no scant part in the realization of their power. Do you really feel they would have fared as well if not for our clan's teaching and devotion to the Plaguebringer? Or if--"
"I had not failed my trial? Become a Necroservus?"
"Well, yes," he replied flatly. "That’s not what I was going for, but sure, I can't imagine that you would have stuck around here otherwise." A sigh escaped her, and her tail reflexively lashed to and fro at his words. Mina had sustained an injury shortly after passing her second trial. While her mind was still dull from surviving the Plaguebringer's touch, a white kamichi had snuck upon her as she meditated by the pustule lake. It attacked her and she bested it, but not without sustaining a harrowing wound that sapped precious time and concentration from her final trial. It was this last test that kept her from sweet triumph and robbed her of the Necromancer title. The failure was still raw in her mind; her normally soft voice became affected.
"Do you believe that the Plaguebringer sent that kamichi because I was unworthy? That it was Her will that I fail?" She hesitated, and the priest gazed on her old injury. Mina's hind leg had never fully healed from the event, and she moved with a permanent limp. “And Mother aside, do you look upon me as unworthy?”
"No, certainly not unworthy or we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now,” his words seemed to stem from a place both playfully teasing and unpleasantly unvarnished all at once.
"You deem my lesser mantle as my calling while yours was to be the Necromancer, and She sent you aid and me a beast to ensure it?”
"It seems to be that way." They were silent for a time. The aid that Ichorclaw had received during his Necromancer trial was as sore a subject as Mina’s beast. As a young dragon, barely older than a hatchling, he had nearly succumbed to Mother’s touch. His body fell heavy with Rot, and he just about drifted off to sleep, a sleep that surely would have seen him roused as a Ghoul; it was the Guardian dragon who was charged with guiding him to the Wyrmwound who had tapped him awake. She shepherded him to his feet, and from that moment, Ichorclaw had steeled his nerves and excelled at his tests, curing his illness in under a week and using the duration of his time at the Wyrmwound to craft his Necromantic arts with expert finesse. Ichorclaw stared at the Necromantic emblems that adorned his wrists. “I have my beliefs, but it is not as if I don’t question them too from time to time,” he allowed. “If She willed me to persist, if it were fated for me to meet with you here today, why in such a shameful manner? Would I not have been capable enough to do Her work without ...”
“Cheating?”
“Do you think that of me?” His sonorous voice was uncharacteristically poignant. At this Mina chuckled. It was a waste of time to debate such things. She shook her head and gazed off into the water again. The films of fungus had grown into sizable white spores.
“What if it is purely life that happens and not Mother? I failed because of bad luck and poor timing and you succeeded because of good luck and helpful dragons. Our daughters too must have at least avoided their dose of unfortunate accidents.”
“Replacing ‘Mother’ with ‘luck’ hardly makes for a meaningful distinction.”
“Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t believe in inherent luck or Mother’s intentionality,” she asserted. He closed his eyes in thought. She accepted that her mate’s convictions were far removed from her own. “Look, what I’ve really been meaning to say is, I don’t think that it is my ‘purpose’ to remain here at The Cell.” She held his gaze, halting his reply, “I did not undergo such dangerous training at the Wyrmwound to sit on a nest for the entirety of my time. I have Rot to share and much more to learn.” She watched as he processed her words.
“Mother does not expect one path for us. She wills us to infect, evolve, and conquer, for our growth to be like that of an uncontrollable tumor. So long as our choices do not impede that... She is flexible.” A quiet beat passed between them.
“I’m glad Mother is so supportive,” she quipped simply. Ichorclaw nodded, though when he looked to her again, his impenetrable façade had eroded.
“Visit me?”
Perhaps there were things beyond a Necromancer’s control.
“Of course.”
Mina reached for one of her fat spores, piercing it. They watched as it erupted into a sick fog of blight that gradually rose and was ferried off by the wind.
By TheCell[/color]
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[center]The Twins: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40441983]1[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40441984]2[/url] | [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28336986]Ichorclaw[/url] | [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28627224]Yafim[/url][/center]
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From her first clutch, two new Necromancers had sprung. Impressive creatures, she had led them to the Wyrmwound when they were just barely old enough to take their first steps. "The Twins," as they had collectively come to be called, had both endured the trials and returned to The Cell as Necromancers. Not but a day after their homecoming, they ventured off to impart their infection unto Sornieth. Mina contemplated these things as she sat on her haunches at the edge of one of The Cell's many moats. The water was particularly turbid and tawny today. She dipped a claw into the pool; at her touch, small films of fungus materialized upon the surface and swirled in place.
"Mina?" She glimpsed up at the mention of her name; it was Ichorclaw. The Mirror trotted over to her, a wide smile parting his pointed face. His red banner, the Necromantic symbol denoting his rank as a priest, draped from his wings and waggled flamboyantly at his approach, "We do good work here," he proclaimed as he plopped down beside her. She must have subtly cocked her head or furrowed her brow, for he continued his thought aloud, "Our daughters have both passed their trials. Does that not suggest that we are exactly as we should be?"
"It suggests that our daughters are tough," she replied. She looked on him warmly, yet anticipated his riposte.
"That's a touch oversimplified. Our daughters have earned Her gaze. Becoming a Necromancer is an exercise in more than rote brawn, but a metamorphosis of the soul to mirror that of Mother's. We both played our roles and share no scant part in the realization of their power. Do you really feel they would have fared as well if not for our clan's teaching and devotion to the Plaguebringer? Or if--"
"I had not failed my trial? Become a Necroservus?"
"Well, yes," he replied flatly. "That’s not what I was going for, but sure, I can't imagine that you would have stuck around here otherwise." A sigh escaped her, and her tail reflexively lashed to and fro at his words. Mina had sustained an injury shortly after passing her second trial. While her mind was still dull from surviving the Plaguebringer's touch, a white kamichi had snuck upon her as she meditated by the pustule lake. It attacked her and she bested it, but not without sustaining a harrowing wound that sapped precious time and concentration from her final trial. It was this last test that kept her from sweet triumph and robbed her of the Necromancer title. The failure was still raw in her mind; her normally soft voice became affected.
"Do you believe that the Plaguebringer sent that kamichi because I was unworthy? That it was Her will that I fail?" She hesitated, and the priest gazed on her old injury. Mina's hind leg had never fully healed from the event, and she moved with a permanent limp. “And Mother aside, do you look upon me as unworthy?”
"No, certainly not unworthy or we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now,” his words seemed to stem from a place both playfully teasing and unpleasantly unvarnished all at once.
"You deem my lesser mantle as my calling while yours was to be the Necromancer, and She sent you aid and me a beast to ensure it?”
"It seems to be that way." They were silent for a time. The aid that Ichorclaw had received during his Necromancer trial was as sore a subject as Mina’s beast. As a young dragon, barely older than a hatchling, he had nearly succumbed to Mother’s touch. His body fell heavy with Rot, and he just about drifted off to sleep, a sleep that surely would have seen him roused as a Ghoul; it was the Guardian dragon who was charged with guiding him to the Wyrmwound who had tapped him awake. She shepherded him to his feet, and from that moment, Ichorclaw had steeled his nerves and excelled at his tests, curing his illness in under a week and using the duration of his time at the Wyrmwound to craft his Necromantic arts with expert finesse. Ichorclaw stared at the Necromantic emblems that adorned his wrists. “I have my beliefs, but it is not as if I don’t question them too from time to time,” he allowed. “If She willed me to persist, if it were fated for me to meet with you here today, why in such a shameful manner? Would I not have been capable enough to do Her work without ...”
“Cheating?”
“Do you think that of me?” His sonorous voice was uncharacteristically poignant. At this Mina chuckled. It was a waste of time to debate such things. She shook her head and gazed off into the water again. The films of fungus had grown into sizable white spores.
“What if it is purely life that happens and not Mother? I failed because of bad luck and poor timing and you succeeded because of good luck and helpful dragons. Our daughters too must have at least avoided their dose of unfortunate accidents.”
“Replacing ‘Mother’ with ‘luck’ hardly makes for a meaningful distinction.”
“Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t believe in inherent luck or Mother’s intentionality,” she asserted. He closed his eyes in thought. She accepted that her mate’s convictions were far removed from her own. “Look, what I’ve really been meaning to say is, I don’t think that it is my ‘purpose’ to remain here at The Cell.” She held his gaze, halting his reply, “I did not undergo such dangerous training at the Wyrmwound to sit on a nest for the entirety of my time. I have Rot to share and much more to learn.” She watched as he processed her words.
“Mother does not expect one path for us. She wills us to infect, evolve, and conquer, for our growth to be like that of an uncontrollable tumor. So long as our choices do not impede that... She is flexible.” A quiet beat passed between them.
“I’m glad Mother is so supportive,” she quipped simply. Ichorclaw nodded, though when he looked to her again, his impenetrable façade had eroded.
“Visit me?”
Perhaps there were things beyond a Necromancer’s control.
“Of course.”
Mina reached for one of her fat spores, piercing it. They watched as it erupted into a sick fog of blight that gradually rose and was ferried off by the wind.
By TheCell
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TheCell's Mina
From her first clutch, two new Necromancers had sprung. Impressive creatures, she had led them to the Wyrmwound when they were just barely old enough to take their first steps. "The Twins," as they had collectively come to be called, had both endured the trials and returned to The Cell as Necromancers. Not but a day after their homecoming, they ventured off to impart their infection unto Sornieth. Mina contemplated these things as she sat on her haunches at the edge of one of The Cell's many moats. The water was particularly turbid and tawny today. She dipped a claw into the pool; at her touch, small films of fungus materialized upon the surface and swirled in place.
"Mina?" She glimpsed up at the mention of her name; it was Ichorclaw. The Mirror trotted over to her, a wide smile parting his pointed face. His red banner, the Necromantic symbol denoting his rank as a priest, draped from his wings and waggled flamboyantly at his approach, "We do good work here," he proclaimed as he plopped down beside her. She must have subtly cocked her head or furrowed her brow, for he continued his thought aloud, "Our daughters have both passed their trials. Does that not suggest that we are exactly as we should be?"
"It suggests that our daughters are tough," she replied. She looked on him warmly, yet anticipated his riposte.
"That's a touch oversimplified. Our daughters have earned Her gaze. Becoming a Necromancer is an exercise in more than rote brawn, but a metamorphosis of the soul to mirror that of Mother's. We both played our roles and share no scant part in the realization of their power. Do you really feel they would have fared as well if not for our clan's teaching and devotion to the Plaguebringer? Or if--"
"I had not failed my trial? Become a Necroservus?"
"Well, yes," he replied flatly. "That’s not what I was going for, but sure, I can't imagine that you would have stuck around here otherwise." A sigh escaped her, and her tail reflexively lashed to and fro at his words. Mina had sustained an injury shortly after passing her second trial. While her mind was still dull from surviving the Plaguebringer's touch, a white kamichi had snuck upon her as she meditated by the pustule lake. It attacked her and she bested it, but not without sustaining a harrowing wound that sapped precious time and concentration from her final trial. It was this last test that kept her from sweet triumph and robbed her of the Necromancer title. The failure was still raw in her mind; her normally soft voice became affected.
"Do you believe that the Plaguebringer sent that kamichi because I was unworthy? That it was Her will that I fail?" She hesitated, and the priest gazed on her old injury. Mina's hind leg had never fully healed from the event, and she moved with a permanent limp. “And Mother aside, do you look upon me as unworthy?”
"No, certainly not unworthy or we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now,” his words seemed to stem from a place both playfully teasing and unpleasantly unvarnished all at once.
"You deem my lesser mantle as my calling while yours was to be the Necromancer, and She sent you aid and me a beast to ensure it?”
"It seems to be that way." They were silent for a time. The aid that Ichorclaw had received during his Necromancer trial was as sore a subject as Mina’s beast. As a young dragon, barely older than a hatchling, he had nearly succumbed to Mother’s touch. His body fell heavy with Rot, and he just about drifted off to sleep, a sleep that surely would have seen him roused as a Ghoul; it was the Guardian dragon who was charged with guiding him to the Wyrmwound who had tapped him awake. She shepherded him to his feet, and from that moment, Ichorclaw had steeled his nerves and excelled at his tests, curing his illness in under a week and using the duration of his time at the Wyrmwound to craft his Necromantic arts with expert finesse. Ichorclaw stared at the Necromantic emblems that adorned his wrists. “I have my beliefs, but it is not as if I don’t question them too from time to time,” he allowed. “If She willed me to persist, if it were fated for me to meet with you here today, why in such a shameful manner? Would I not have been capable enough to do Her work without ...”
“Cheating?”
“Do you think that of me?” His sonorous voice was uncharacteristically poignant. At this Mina chuckled. It was a waste of time to debate such things. She shook her head and gazed off into the water again. The films of fungus had grown into sizable white spores.
“What if it is purely life that happens and not Mother? I failed because of bad luck and poor timing and you succeeded because of good luck and helpful dragons. Our daughters too must have at least avoided their dose of unfortunate accidents.”
“Replacing ‘Mother’ with ‘luck’ hardly makes for a meaningful distinction.”
“Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t believe in inherent luck or Mother’s intentionality,” she asserted. He closed his eyes in thought. She accepted that her mate’s convictions were far removed from her own. “Look, what I’ve really been meaning to say is, I don’t think that it is my ‘purpose’ to remain here at The Cell.” She held his gaze, halting his reply, “I did not undergo such dangerous training at the Wyrmwound to sit on a nest for the entirety of my time. I have Rot to share and much more to learn.” She watched as he processed her words.
“Mother does not expect one path for us. She wills us to infect, evolve, and conquer, for our growth to be like that of an uncontrollable tumor. So long as our choices do not impede that... She is flexible.” A quiet beat passed between them.
“I’m glad Mother is so supportive,” she quipped simply. Ichorclaw nodded, though when he looked to her again, his impenetrable façade had eroded.
“Visit me?”
Perhaps there were things beyond a Necromancer’s control.
“Of course.”
Mina reached for one of her fat spores, piercing it. They watched as it erupted into a sick fog of blight that gradually rose and was ferried off by the wind.
By TheCell
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Good morning my fellow Necrofans!
It is with great pleasure that I announce that Kallor and Nyra hatched a 4 egg nest of baby Necros this morning!
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Sand/Maroon/Maroon
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Tan/Maroon/Maroon
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Beige/Maroon/Maroon
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Tan/Blood/Maroon
Each of these dragons will come with a little bit of lore.
Their parents are dragons that I gened up myself, so they are unlikely to be related to anyone else breeding projects!
They are 20k each, 15k if you plan on writing lore for them. :)
Their father has a lot of lore. Their mother, I'm currently working on, I just need to find a Necro to have taught her.
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Good morning my fellow Necrofans!
It is with great pleasure that I announce that Kallor and Nyra hatched a 4 egg nest of baby Necros this morning!
Sand/Maroon/Maroon
Tan/Maroon/Maroon
Beige/Maroon/Maroon
Tan/Blood/Maroon
Each of these dragons will come with a little bit of lore.
Their parents are dragons that I gened up myself, so they are unlikely to be related to anyone else breeding projects!
They are 20k each, 15k if you plan on writing lore for them. :)
Their father has a lot of lore. Their mother, I'm currently working on, I just need to find a Necro to have taught her.
Good morning my fellow Necrofans!
It is with great pleasure that I announce that Kallor and Nyra hatched a 4 egg nest of baby Necros this morning!
Sand/Maroon/Maroon
Tan/Maroon/Maroon
Beige/Maroon/Maroon
Tan/Blood/Maroon
Each of these dragons will come with a little bit of lore.
Their parents are dragons that I gened up myself, so they are unlikely to be related to anyone else breeding projects!
They are 20k each, 15k if you plan on writing lore for them. :)
Their father has a lot of lore. Their mother, I'm currently working on, I just need to find a Necro to have taught her.
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@Balam Congratulations on new hatchlings!
I also have good news, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=374615&tab=dragon&did=41054111]Netsu[/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=374615&did=41583492]Rabia[/url] hatched their two eggs today thanks to @Shadari who rented a nest for them :>
Here they are:
Garnet/Blood/Blood [b]Female[/b]
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[s]Sanguine/Blood/Blood [b]Male[/b][/s] [b]sold[/b]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=374615&did=42192228][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/421923/42192228_350.png[/img][/url]
Both are 16kt or 15kt if you post a familiar you're going to give them.
Have a lovely day everyone :>
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@Balam Congratulations on new hatchlings!
I also have good news, Netsu and Rabia hatched their two eggs today thanks to @Shadari who rented a nest for them :>
Here they are:
Garnet/Blood/Blood Female
Sanguine/Blood/Blood Male sold
Both are 16kt or 15kt if you post a familiar you're going to give them.
Have a lovely day everyone :>
@Balam Congratulations on new hatchlings!
I also have good news, Netsu and Rabia hatched their two eggs today thanks to @Shadari who rented a nest for them :>
Here they are:
Garnet/Blood/Blood Female
Both are 16kt or 15kt if you post a familiar you're going to give them.
Have a lovely day everyone :>
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Just did a ton of lore for my new necromancer girl if anyone want to check it out!
Hopefully i did the trials right ^^
(She’s a young adult by the end of it.. lets just pretend that the actual dragon is already grown up eh? I was too impatient to actually wait hehe)
@stduke
I figured you might like to see what i wrote for the girl i bought off you!
No pressure to read it all of course ^^
Just did a ton of lore for my new necromancer girl if anyone want to check it out!
Hopefully i did the trials right ^^
(She’s a young adult by the end of it.. lets just pretend that the actual dragon is already grown up eh? I was too impatient to actually wait hehe)
@stduke
I figured you might like to see what i wrote for the girl i bought off you!
No pressure to read it all of course ^^
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:D Happy to lend my nests out to anyone who may want red plague eyes~
:D Happy to lend my nests out to anyone who may want red plague eyes~
 
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@3idolon Would you mind pinging the breeding interest list for me? I’m on vacation without a computer and it’s really difficult to edit the slashes out on mobile. My sales post was a lot of work too XP
@3idolon Would you mind pinging the breeding interest list for me? I’m on vacation without a computer and it’s really difficult to edit the slashes out on mobile. My sales post was a lot of work too XP
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@Hmm
oooh! thank you for pinging me; i love reading up on my dragons'ss's's' spawns's's's's's's's lore!
i really like that you mentioned her mother and siblings offhandedly, that was a nice touch! my absolute favourite bit comes from day 15, where she drinks that stuff that instnatly brings her teeth to rot; that was coooooool
you put a lot of work into her and her lore! im glad she went to such a thoughtful lair :'D
oooh! thank you for pinging me; i love reading up on my dragons'ss's's' spawns's's's's's's's lore!
i really like that you mentioned her mother and siblings offhandedly, that was a nice touch! my absolute favourite bit comes from day 15, where she drinks that stuff that instnatly brings her teeth to rot; that was coooooool
you put a lot of work into her and her lore! im glad she went to such a thoughtful lair :'D
@Hmm
oooh! thank you for pinging me; i love reading up on my dragons'ss's's' spawns's's's's's's's lore!
i really like that you mentioned her mother and siblings offhandedly, that was a nice touch! my absolute favourite bit comes from day 15, where she drinks that stuff that instnatly brings her teeth to rot; that was coooooool
you put a lot of work into her and her lore! im glad she went to such a thoughtful lair :'D
oooh! thank you for pinging me; i love reading up on my dragons'ss's's' spawns's's's's's's's lore!
i really like that you mentioned her mother and siblings offhandedly, that was a nice touch! my absolute favourite bit comes from day 15, where she drinks that stuff that instnatly brings her teeth to rot; that was coooooool
you put a lot of work into her and her lore! im glad she went to such a thoughtful lair :'D