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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18371490] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/183715/18371490_350.png[/img] [/url] Vio the Healer [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20439744] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/204398/20439744_350.png[/img] [/url] Gumdrop the Support [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25524754] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/255248/25524754_350.png[/img] [/url] Smokey the Mage/Alchemist -- While out with [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=199834&tab=dragon&did=12905112]Zuri[/url] on a gathering trip, Vio and Gumdrop came across a mimic in the form of a sparkly gem. they took it back to the lair in order to get it destroyed by someone who knew how to deal with them but just before they could do that, a [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=199834&tab=dragon&did=27986451]young Bogsneak[/url] took the mimic from Zuri's satchel, thinking it was a gemstone and ran off with it. -- "THAT MIMIC WAS THE LAST INGREDIENT I NEEDED FOR MY CAMOUFLAGE POTION AND YOU LET THAT LITTLE GEM HOARDER RUN OFF WITH IT?!?!?", Smokey burst out on a fit of rage after hearing the terrible news. "WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR STUPID POTION!? MY MATE ALMOST KILLED ME BECAUSE OF THAT THING!" Gumdrop retorted. Vio put a claw on Gumdrop's back "calm down Gums, you don't wanna wake her up and risk getting her under its influence again" he said in an attempt to calm his friend down. Gumdrop sighs "you're right, we need to find it again" "knowing mimics, it's bound to have moved and taken the form of another item" Smokey cuts in, he looks at Zuri's helm and carefully attempts to pry it off the sleeping Nocturne without much success "as I thought, the mimic seems to have taken the form of her helmet which is why it was controlling her" "actually, she just keeps it really well-fastened" Gumdrop says "knowing Glitter, she rarely lets a gem out of her sight, so it must still be in her hoard" Vio suggests -- the three sneak past a [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=199834&tab=dragon&did=19842134]Green Nocturne[/url] standing guard at Glitter's room and when inside, they see a [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=199834&tab=dragon&did=43149643]Gem Thief[/url] Nocturne holding the mimic in her clutches. -- after struggling to pry the mimic from the Jewel Stealer, Smokey takes the mimic into his room where he reduces it into mimic essence, successfully killing it and breaking its hold from the Nocturnes of the lair. -- (I feel like I got a little lazy towards the end, oh well)

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Vio the Healer


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Smokey the Mage/Alchemist
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While out with Zuri on a gathering trip, Vio and Gumdrop came across a mimic in the form of a sparkly gem. they took it back to the lair in order to get it destroyed by someone who knew how to deal with them but just before they could do that, a young Bogsneak took the mimic from Zuri's satchel, thinking it was a gemstone and ran off with it.
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"THAT MIMIC WAS THE LAST INGREDIENT I NEEDED FOR MY CAMOUFLAGE POTION AND YOU LET THAT LITTLE GEM HOARDER RUN OFF WITH IT?!?!?", Smokey burst out on a fit of rage after hearing the terrible news. "WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR STUPID POTION!? MY MATE ALMOST KILLED ME BECAUSE OF THAT THING!" Gumdrop retorted. Vio put a claw on Gumdrop's back "calm down Gums, you don't wanna wake her up and risk getting her under its influence again" he said in an attempt to calm his friend down. Gumdrop sighs "you're right, we need to find it again"
"knowing mimics, it's bound to have moved and taken the form of another item" Smokey cuts in, he looks at Zuri's helm and carefully attempts to pry it off the sleeping Nocturne without much success "as I thought, the mimic seems to have taken the form of her helmet which is why it was controlling her"
"actually, she just keeps it really well-fastened" Gumdrop says
"knowing Glitter, she rarely lets a gem out of her sight, so it must still be in her hoard" Vio suggests
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the three sneak past a Green Nocturne standing guard at Glitter's room and when inside, they see a Gem Thief Nocturne holding the mimic in her clutches.
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after struggling to pry the mimic from the Jewel Stealer, Smokey takes the mimic into his room where he reduces it into mimic essence, successfully killing it and breaking its hold from the Nocturnes of the lair.
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(I feel like I got a little lazy towards the end, oh well)
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47299573] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/472996/47299573_350.png[/img] [/url] Mollick refuses to let her clan fall to the coming Night of the Nocturne. Her clan will not fall this year and her clans mates who are Nocturne’s will be kept from harms way. All she can say is bring it on!!!!!????

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Mollick refuses to let her clan fall to the coming Night of the Nocturne. Her clan will not fall this year and her clans mates who are Nocturne’s will be kept from harms way. All she can say is bring it on!!!!!????
[quote name="@TinnaMinor" date="2018-12-23 09:36:41" ] Pooka's colors were shifting, growing darker, losing saturation, her form fluid in the moonlight, [b]no longer the noodle he knew.[/b] [/quote] im sorry but this is the best sentence i have ever read
@TinnaMinor wrote on 2018-12-23 09:36:41:
Pooka's colors were shifting, growing darker, losing saturation, her form fluid in the moonlight, no longer the noodle he knew.
im sorry but this is the best sentence i have ever read
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[u]Stormcrest[/u] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47751349] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/477514/47751349_350.png[/img] [/url] He is the clan's spirit seer and communicator,he got his position thanks to his odd talent to see,hear and speack with different types of ghosts,spirits and even poltergeists. All he wants is to aid those cauth in the supernatural crossfire. [u]Lumineryn[/u] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47687147] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/476872/47687147_350.png[/img] [/url]He is the peaceful and diplomatic leader of a subclan named Harmonious Wings. As a good leader,he worries and fiercely protects his clan mates. [u]Radya[/u] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47804548] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/478046/47804548_350.png[/img] [/url]Radya is the most experienced mage and scholar in the clan. Whenever there's a problem around the clan,the others turn to her and her mate Stormcrest. ------------ Everything was fine untill now as the night of the Nocturnes drew closer than ever,promising troubles to arise. Soon new peculiar creatures started appearing,creatures that can take on any form they please without effort,creatures with ill intentions and masters of disguise,trickery and deception-[i]Mimics[/i]. Of all enemies on Sornienth that one can possibly have,[i]they[/i] are the absolute worst and most dangerous. It all started when a fellow nocturne began behaving differently,their wicked smirk never leaving their face as they became feral. Of all dragons,Radya and her mate were the first to notice. The two were quick to get their leader-Lumineryn and together the three made their way back to the feral nocturne. So now our three heroes are on their journey to find the core of this curse and end it once and for all. [color=purple]"Do you feel anything?[/color] Stormcrest asked while carefully scanning around and inspecting each dragon they come across,his voice flat yet strained with tension. One thing was beyond him-How did this thing even got in the clan in the first place? [i]This is getting nowhere and time's ticking frighteningly fast.[/i]The Spirit communicator thinks worriedly as he keeps looking,Shadowsong's words echoing in his mind. Not too far,Radya floats at a slow pace,feeling the auras of each one of her clan mates,her face contoured into a concentrated and concerned frown.Her mate is right,it's been hours since they left and the cursed is nowhere in sight. [color=green]"Nothing so far,maybe the dragon we are looking for is further down the lair?"[/color] She replies quietly,her crests lowered slightly,arcane gaze sweeping over the clan's territory. A tired sigh escapes the Mirror as he prepares for the worst,already accepting the coming tragedy. He was about to say something when Lumineryn stops walking,his gem glowing brightly,antennas perked up. His voice was low and hushed when he muttered something,pointing a claw at a silhouette in the distance. [color=gold]"Fear,panic and numbness,it comes from the figure ahead. I think we found what we are looking for."[/color] The two dragons quickly trotted over to their leader,the young fae gasping as she suddenly cauth a dark and different aura that can belong to nothing else but evil spirits. [color=green]"Stand back,I'll cast a barrier to prevent the spirit from noticing and latching onto us! Stormcrest,wait until a separate protection is casted and take off the mimic!"[/color]Radya said,her eyes and hands now glowing brightly while ancient runes formed circles around the trio. Stormcrest gave a curt nod to the fae and trained his eyes on the figure ahead,ready to leap. As soon as his mate was done casting the secondary protection spell,he sprinted into the fog without fear. He saw a small tundra dragon with a peculiar chandelier that appeared to be smiling maliciously. Without wasting more time,the communicator leaped at the mimic,tackling it to the ground and away from the unfortunate hatchling. The Mirror rose one hand in the air while holding down the mimic with the other. [i]Those are spirits who can't be reasoned with,they can't be changed no matter what-so they must be erased and banished back to the Shade! Mercy here is a fatal mistake.[/i] He slashed at the chandelier like being with all of his force,baring his teeth as it screeched in agony,struggling to get free but to no avail. Soon his friends came. Radya started chanting in ancient language and casted a banishing spell,aiming it at the living object while the skydancer snatched the little hatchling and ran off to a more safe place,leaving the two to deal with the mimic. Stormcrest gave the weak mimic one last slash before leaping back,letting the mage finish the job. The fae smiled and let her spell hit the object,causing it to screech even louder than before,turning into black ink and vanishing into nothingness,banished and trapped into the endless void of nothingness. The two mates shared a triumphant grin as they celebrated their victory,watching as everyone and everything around them got their colors back,looking much better than before.
Stormcrest

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He is the clan's spirit seer and communicator,he got his position thanks to his odd talent to see,hear and speack with different types of ghosts,spirits and even poltergeists.
All he wants is to aid those cauth in the supernatural crossfire.

Lumineryn

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He is the peaceful and diplomatic leader of a subclan named Harmonious Wings.
As a good leader,he worries and fiercely protects his clan mates.

Radya

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Radya is the most experienced mage and scholar in the clan.
Whenever there's a problem around the clan,the others turn to her and her mate Stormcrest.
Everything was fine untill now as the night of the Nocturnes drew closer than ever,promising troubles to arise.
Soon new peculiar creatures started appearing,creatures that can take on any form they please without effort,creatures with ill intentions and masters of disguise,trickery and deception-Mimics.
Of all enemies on Sornienth that one can possibly have,they are the absolute worst and most dangerous.
It all started when a fellow nocturne began behaving differently,their wicked smirk never leaving their face as they became feral.
Of all dragons,Radya and her mate were the first to notice.
The two were quick to get their leader-Lumineryn and together the three made their way back to the feral nocturne.
So now our three heroes are on their journey to find the core of this curse and end it once and for all.
"Do you feel anything?
Stormcrest asked while carefully scanning around and inspecting each dragon they come across,his voice flat yet strained with tension.
One thing was beyond him-How did this thing even got in the clan in the first place?
This is getting nowhere and time's ticking frighteningly fast.The Spirit communicator thinks worriedly as he keeps looking,Shadowsong's words echoing in his mind.
Not too far,Radya floats at a slow pace,feeling the auras of each one of her clan mates,her face contoured into a concentrated and concerned frown.Her mate is right,it's been hours since they left and the cursed is nowhere in sight.
"Nothing so far,maybe the dragon we are looking for is further down the lair?"
She replies quietly,her crests lowered slightly,arcane gaze sweeping over the clan's territory.
A tired sigh escapes the Mirror as he prepares for the worst,already accepting the coming tragedy.
He was about to say something when Lumineryn stops walking,his gem glowing brightly,antennas perked up.
His voice was low and hushed when he muttered something,pointing a claw at a silhouette in the distance.
"Fear,panic and numbness,it comes from the figure ahead.
I think we found what we are looking for."

The two dragons quickly trotted over to their leader,the young fae gasping as she suddenly cauth a dark and different aura that can belong to nothing else but evil spirits.
"Stand back,I'll cast a barrier to prevent the spirit from noticing and latching onto us! Stormcrest,wait until a separate protection is casted and take off the mimic!"Radya said,her eyes and hands now glowing brightly while ancient runes formed circles around the trio.
Stormcrest gave a curt nod to the fae and trained his eyes on the figure ahead,ready to leap.
As soon as his mate was done casting the secondary protection spell,he sprinted into the fog without fear.
He saw a small tundra dragon with a peculiar chandelier that appeared to be smiling maliciously.
Without wasting more time,the communicator leaped at the mimic,tackling it to the ground and away from the unfortunate hatchling.
The Mirror rose one hand in the air while holding down the mimic with the other.
Those are spirits who can't be reasoned with,they can't be changed no matter what-so they must be erased and banished back to the Shade!
Mercy here is a fatal mistake.

He slashed at the chandelier like being with all of his force,baring his teeth as it screeched in agony,struggling to get free but to no avail.
Soon his friends came.
Radya started chanting in ancient language and casted a banishing spell,aiming it at the living object while the skydancer snatched the little hatchling and ran off to a more safe place,leaving the two to deal with the mimic.
Stormcrest gave the weak mimic one last slash before leaping back,letting the mage finish the job.
The fae smiled and let her spell hit the object,causing it to screech even louder than before,turning into black ink and vanishing into nothingness,banished and trapped into the endless void of nothingness.
The two mates shared a triumphant grin as they celebrated their victory,watching as everyone and everything around them got their colors back,looking much better than before.
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9436640] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/94367/9436640_350.png[/img] [/url] If Sylvienne can find it... [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31495167] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/314952/31495167_350.png[/img] [/url] ...Nyx can catch it. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30025808] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/300259/30025808_350.png[/img] [/url] And Vizeerah will heal them when it inevitably goes sideways.

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If Sylvienne can find it...


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...Nyx can catch it.

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And Vizeerah will heal them when it inevitably goes sideways.
[center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/123058/12305716_350.png[/img] [b]Prince Greyblood[/b], Heir to the throne of Pandemic. After his dip in the Wyrmwound, he finds that he has a certain immunity to many magics. The Mimic's influence is no different. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/342017/34201603_350.png[/img] [b]ThunderRider[/b], the alleged son of the StormCatcher and the loudest voice of the clan. He was one of the first to know the clan's imminent downfall, and was given the immediate task of getting help. [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/425523/42552276_350.png[/img] [b]Heavensbane[/b], the son of a dragon that is said to harbor a piece of the Shade. He has a strange affinity to treasure and magical objects, claiming that the magic helps him "stay awake" and anchors him to reality. Perhaps his love for magic treasure will be of use... <> <> <> <> <> <> It was common knowledge that Mages were to have enchanted objects as their Familiars. Flying tomes, puppets that moved of their own volition, and roaming suits of armor were normal within the area where the Mages were to set up their tents. Enchanted objects were nothing but a familiar sight. However, the sight of a clan assassin giggling hysterically and almost choking his prince and Heir to the Pandemic Throne was enough to throw anyone off their game. Greyblood had heard from ThunderRider that the clan had begun to deteriorate, the members slowly loosing their minds and the Nocturnes seemingly the worst off from all of them, and that those unaffected should run to seek aid from an allied clan. When he heard the news, Greyblood had rushed to the Vault to warn the Vault Guardians with ThunderRider in tow. They didn’t see the two Pearlcatchers, but they did find Heavensbane, the son of the Shade Dragon that had infected the clan long ago. Heavensbane didn’t seem affected, though it was difficult to tell from his dream-like ramblings. It wasn’t until Crystal Star attacked Greyblood and the mystical Shadowsong had informed them of their predicament did the unlikely trio begin their quest. It wasn’t off to the best of starts. “[i]WHO BROUGHT A THUNDER FORESAKEN MIMIC INTO THE CLAN?![/i]” ThunderRider’s booming voice echoed. The three had fled to the outskirts of the camp, hiding in a small Quarantine Area that the clan had roosted by. “Not know…” Heavensbane muttered, rubbing his talons together. His golden armor had long since been discarded, as have all of their garments. None of them knew if what they were wearing was a mimic. Could pre-existing things become mimics? Greyblood was clearly uncomfortable showing his full, grotesque figure of flesh and bone and pestilence given how he was trying to shrink into himself and cover what he could with his wings. Even ThunderRider had to throw out his apparel, as he was known to scavenge things. Perhaps he had brought in the mimic by accident? “The Hoard was normal… Normal?” Heavensbane continued. “Nothing more… No mimics…” “Whoever it is, it must to be someone from the last scavenger expedition, correct?” Greyblood piped up from his current curled up state. “ThunderRider, you said everyone began acting bizarrely after the last haul?” “[i]Indeed[/i]!” The Ridgeback roared out, stomping his talons and lashing his tail. Sparks of static were flying around him like flies on a carcass. “The Queen was the [i]first [/i]to notice. She took Hailstorm and sent him to chart out the next expedition path, then gathered the council. [i]I[/i] was the [i]only [/i]one that wasn’t affected out of the other reps,” “Scavengers… the night…” Heavensbane stated rather loudly and abruptly, sinking back down to mutter under his breath. ThunderRider cleared his throat and continued his speech. “She told me that the clan was showing [i]disturbing [/i]signs, and to take those who are unaffected and to seek help from an ally,” the Lightning Representative rumbled. “But now, it seems we do not possess the time to fly to an ally. We must deal with this [i]OURSELVES[/i]!” “But how do we discern who brought the Mimic to our clan?” Greyblood allowed his head to pop out of his winged prison, so that he may see his two companions. “We have so many Hunters… is it possible to even investigate all of them?” “Magic in the air…” Heavensbane hummed out, though he went unheard by the other two. “Perhaps if we keep an eye on them,” ThunderRider tapped bis chin in thought. “The Mimic [i]must [/i]show itself at some point!” “A chance that our own should attack us would be too high if we set foot in the camp without foreplaning,” Greyblood countered, daring to uncurl himself and stand up to begin pacing back and forth. “We need to chart out a path to the scavenger dens,” “[i]Can we not fly, or has our wings been bound to our sides?[/i]” ThunderRider snapped, spreading his wings and flapping them a few times to emphasize his point. “So can the others with wings and the ability to take to the skies!” Greyblood barked. “Rushing in will only mean-“ “MAGIC WITHIN THE AIR!” Heavensbane roared out, jumping to his feet and rearing up to his hind legs. His black eyes, deeper than the darkest voids, seemed to be staring at both of the now silenced dragons at the same time. “Mimics pulse with energy! Their very Beings a source of wakefulness! Follow I, for my Nothing will lead us to the Mimic as I feast on it’s very life source!” “What?” ThunderRider took a step back, clearly perturbed by the normally unsteady Skydancer. “What does he mean?” “He is a son of a Voidwoken,” Greyblood reasoned, his eyes widening. “Like his mother, he may be able to sense the Mimic through the magic that the Shade within him wishes to consume,” “Are you sure?” ThunderRider kept his blazing blue eyes on the black eyed dragon, who was still standing on his hind legs like he was paused in time. “Very sure,” Greyblood said. With that, Heavensbane lowered himself back onto the ground. He stepped forward, eyeing the outline of the camp intensely. Greyblood looked to the camp as well. “Heavensbane will lead us to the Mimic, and he will be its demise,” <> <> <> <> <> <> Heavensbane was leading the Ridgeback and Tundra as they circled above the camp like vultures. His antennae were waving in the wind as he tried to pick up any strange signals in the energies around him. Indeed, his clan was in disarray. Even his own mother had fled the camp. He could sense her Nothing watching him from afar. “Anything yet, Bane?” Greyblood called over the wind. He watched as the dragons below him romped around in a strange insanity, like they were mere puppets of a puppet show. “The ground littered with golden claws…” Heavensbane answered, leaving ThunderRider to groan in frustration. “Have you forgotten the [i]RIGHT WAY OF SPEECH[/i]?!” The Ridgeback roared, only to be shushed by the mutated Tundra. “Hush your voice!” Greyblood hissed, shoving his spiked tail towards ThunderRider’s thigh. “The Mimic could hear us and send someone!” “The fall of a clan…” Heavensbane whispered to the winds. “Halted only by the fall of the deities. Irony in full bloom,” “Is that your way of saying that is it ironic that you should be the savior of the clan?” ThunderRider huffed out, his tone so low it almost sounded like a different dragon. “The sun says yes,” Heavensbane replied. He then halted in the air, hovering in place and looking forever into the horizon. ThunderRider and Greyblood fumbled in the air at the sudden stop, but quickly regained their bearings and watched as Heavensbane seemed to scan the very fabric of existence. The Skydancer’s head tipped down, along with the rest of his body, as he curled his wings to wrap around his body and allow him to plummet down to the world below. “Has his mind left him!?” ThunderRider gasped as he and Greyblood dived down to follow the falling pink Skydancer. Heavensbane landed on top of a tent on the outskirts of the scavenger dens, close to the clan hoard. The tent broke his fall and caught him before he could suffer any fatal damage, or any damage at all it seemed. The next sounds were that of ThunderRider and Greyblood expanding their wings to break their own descent, landing heavily in the sands of the Boneyard. The next resonances were that of dragons stampeding their way towards them from all directions. “Quickly!” ThunderRider ushered Greyblood into the ruins of the tent for some amount of safety, though it was soon be short lived. When they entered the tent, it did not take a Skydancer forehead gem to feel the heavy arcane energies in the air. Like a hot summer’s day, the air was almost suffocating. “Greyblood! ThunderRider!” called the voice of Heavensbane, clearer than the two had ever heard before. Shooting their gaze towards the voice, they found Heavensbane grappling with none other than Infect, Greyblood’s arranged fiancé. Heavensbanes eyes took on the colors of red, as they should have due to his Plague birthright. “The magic wakes me and fills me with the energy of life!” Heavensbane called out, almost seeming euphoric despite his current impromptu sparring match. “The Mimic! It is here! Find it!” “[b]Do not touch me![/b]” Infect growled in a voice that sounded like her but was not her own. “[b]I will bring this clan to its knees![/b]” “Hurry!” Greyblood gasped out, running towards the pile of trinkets. ThunderRider quickly began digging through the collection as well. “[b]My slaves approach, to rip you to shreds![/b]” Infect’s voice barked out, huffing and puffing as the Mimic forced her to fight with a body that wasn’t meant for battle. The sounds of giggling Nocturnes, stomping Imperials, ravenous Mirrors, and roaring Guardians filled the ears of the three unaffected dragons. They had no time to waste. A small sliver of movement caught Greyblood’s eye from his peripheral vision. Something was moving beneath the covers of the fallen shelter. Leaping like a pouncing Tigerblood Foo, Greyblood pinned the moving lump and ripped it out from under the sheets, revealing a wooden Bogsneak puppet that was as big as Greyblood’s torso. It struggled like a living creature. “[b]Get your claws off me, mutated freak![/b]” Infect’s voice called, sounding strained. Looking over, Greyblood witnessed Heavensbane pinning Infect down effortlessly. “ThunderRider, keep her pinned!” Heavensbane called. “Right!” the Ridgeback charged over and quickly traded places with the Skydancer, who rushed over to Greyblood with his talons outstretched. “[b]I will kill you all, shred you to ribbons and turn you all into my puppets,[/b]” the puppet sneered, the voices of the rest of the Clan of Pandemic echoing into the air. The three dragons looked up to see the rest of the clan surrounding them, their eyes wide and unblinking. “Mother? No…” Greyblood spied the black and red Mirror that wore a bone crown, Queen Harbringer. “[b]Move, and you die,[/b]” the puppet said through the mouths of every dragon present. “I don’t need to move to consume you,” Heavensbane snarled, opening his mouth wide with a snake ready to consume it’s catch. A black orb of vantablack darkness formed around his gums and teeth, turning his entire mouth black. A shrill scream that sounded like the bending of metals erupted from the puppet. It convulsed in Greyblood’s hands, and the Prince watched in morbid curiosity as a black mist seemed to be extracted from the puppet, leaving the wooden marionette to drop into a limp pile of ball jointed limbs and fabric wings. Heavensbane seemed to be taking the deepest breath he possibly could, all the while the rest of the clan seemed to be struggling to rush forward. The spell binding them to the Mimic breaking with every second as the Mimic attempted to have its army tear the three limb from limb. The black mist swirled down into the abyss of Heavensbane’s mouth, which promptly snapped shut. When it did, the air seemed to twitch. The heavy atmosphere seemed to lift off of the shoulders of those present, and the dragons surrounding the fallen shelter seemed confused. “What happened?” Infect wheezed, her red eyes drooping. “ThunderRider, why are you pinning me?” “ThunderRider,” Harbringer announced, stepping forward as the rest of the clan clamored to regain their comportments and raced to fix any damage they had caused while under the influence of the Mimic. “[i]My Queen![/i]” ThunderRider jumped off of Infect and bowed to the Mirror approaching. “I thought I stated to get help from an ally,” Harbringer’s gaze drifted to Greyblood and Heavensbane, who in tandem walked up and proceeded to place themselves in their official stances. “We came across some… information,” Greyblood stated, confidence rising in his chest now that his mother was here. “We had no time to reach out to our allies. We had to take action ourselves,” “Indeed,” Heavensbanes eyes were fading back to black, slowly but surely. Now that the magic fueling his Nothing was gone, the Nothing continued to sap away all of his natural elemental energy from his Being. “The Mimic… Took the clan- Kept itself in the minds of many,” “Heavensbane was the one who led the charge and defeated… this,” Greyblood threw the defeated Bogsneak puppet to the ground at Harbringer’s talons. “That-!” Infect gasped, causing heads to turn her direction. “But I thought it was-“ “Was what, Infect?” ThunderRider snapped, puffing out his chest. “Was it [b]you [/b]who brought this [b]calamity [/b]into our midst?” “I went out to help Virus with hunting,” Infect informed the gathered dragons. “I saw it as I was searching for scraps. I thought… It looked to be made of gold and jasper when I first laid eyes on it,” “Mimics warp the eyes and trick the mind,” Greyblood stated, recalling his teachings from his companion and beloved, Namiato. “It merely made itself shimmer like it was precious, when in reality it was vicious,” “The Night of the Nocturne is one of gifts, but one of danger,” Harbringer said, kicking the puppet to the side and rattling her wings to make the bone chimes sing. “We must rebuild what we have broken. ThunderRiser, Greyblood, and Heavensbane, you will be no different. Greyblood, when your father returns, have him help you in rebuilding the remains of our library. ThunderRider, tend to the other Representatives,” “Yes, my Queen!” ThunderRider and Greyblood barked at the same time and turned to relay their duties. Harbringer turned to Heavensbane next, the Skydancer swaying from side to side like he was about to topple over. “My Queen, I helped the clan,” Heavensbane spoke slowly this time, trying to keep his words from tumbling out faster than his foggy mind could process. “From the skies I dived to find the Mimic. To find it… and free everyone,” “And you did well,” Harbringer stated after a moment of hesitation. “For a Voidwoken. You can help rebuild this shelter, and then help the Hunters rebuild the trinket stores,” “My Queen, I thank you!” Heavensbane called, an eerie grin splitting his face. “Trinkets and treasure, all to keep me awake. I will not disappoint you,” “Then go now,” Harbringer ordered. The Skydancer nodded and proceeded to work on cleaning up the shelter he had destroyed. Harbringer turned on her heels and began marching down to help the Alchemists. It was time to rebuild.[/center]
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Prince Greyblood, Heir to the throne of Pandemic. After his dip in the Wyrmwound, he finds that he has a certain immunity to many magics. The Mimic's influence is no different.

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ThunderRider, the alleged son of the StormCatcher and the loudest voice of the clan. He was one of the first to know the clan's imminent downfall, and was given the immediate task of getting help.

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Heavensbane, the son of a dragon that is said to harbor a piece of the Shade. He has a strange affinity to treasure and magical objects, claiming that the magic helps him "stay awake" and anchors him to reality. Perhaps his love for magic treasure will be of use...

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It was common knowledge that Mages were to have enchanted objects as their Familiars. Flying tomes, puppets that moved of their own volition, and roaming suits of armor were normal within the area where the Mages were to set up their tents. Enchanted objects were nothing but a familiar sight.

However, the sight of a clan assassin giggling hysterically and almost choking his prince and Heir to the Pandemic Throne was enough to throw anyone off their game.

Greyblood had heard from ThunderRider that the clan had begun to deteriorate, the members slowly loosing their minds and the Nocturnes seemingly the worst off from all of them, and that those unaffected should run to seek aid from an allied clan. When he heard the news, Greyblood had rushed to the Vault to warn the Vault Guardians with ThunderRider in tow.

They didn’t see the two Pearlcatchers, but they did find Heavensbane, the son of the Shade Dragon that had infected the clan long ago. Heavensbane didn’t seem affected, though it was difficult to tell from his dream-like ramblings. It wasn’t until Crystal Star attacked Greyblood and the mystical Shadowsong had informed them of their predicament did the unlikely trio begin their quest.

It wasn’t off to the best of starts.

WHO BROUGHT A THUNDER FORESAKEN MIMIC INTO THE CLAN?!” ThunderRider’s booming voice echoed. The three had fled to the outskirts of the camp, hiding in a small Quarantine Area that the clan had roosted by.

“Not know…” Heavensbane muttered, rubbing his talons together. His golden armor had long since been discarded, as have all of their garments. None of them knew if what they were wearing was a mimic. Could pre-existing things become mimics?

Greyblood was clearly uncomfortable showing his full, grotesque figure of flesh and bone and pestilence given how he was trying to shrink into himself and cover what he could with his wings. Even ThunderRider had to throw out his apparel, as he was known to scavenge things. Perhaps he had brought in the mimic by accident?

“The Hoard was normal… Normal?” Heavensbane continued. “Nothing more… No mimics…”

“Whoever it is, it must to be someone from the last scavenger expedition, correct?” Greyblood piped up from his current curled up state. “ThunderRider, you said everyone began acting bizarrely after the last haul?”

Indeed!” The Ridgeback roared out, stomping his talons and lashing his tail. Sparks of static were flying around him like flies on a carcass. “The Queen was the first to notice. She took Hailstorm and sent him to chart out the next expedition path, then gathered the council. I was the only one that wasn’t affected out of the other reps,”

“Scavengers… the night…” Heavensbane stated rather loudly and abruptly, sinking back down to mutter under his breath. ThunderRider cleared his throat and continued his speech.

“She told me that the clan was showing disturbing signs, and to take those who are unaffected and to seek help from an ally,” the Lightning Representative rumbled. “But now, it seems we do not possess the time to fly to an ally. We must deal with this OURSELVES!”

“But how do we discern who brought the Mimic to our clan?” Greyblood allowed his head to pop out of his winged prison, so that he may see his two companions. “We have so many Hunters… is it possible to even investigate all of them?”

“Magic in the air…” Heavensbane hummed out, though he went unheard by the other two.

“Perhaps if we keep an eye on them,” ThunderRider tapped bis chin in thought. “The Mimic must show itself at some point!”

“A chance that our own should attack us would be too high if we set foot in the camp without foreplaning,” Greyblood countered, daring to uncurl himself and stand up to begin pacing back and forth. “We need to chart out a path to the scavenger dens,”

Can we not fly, or has our wings been bound to our sides?” ThunderRider snapped, spreading his wings and flapping them a few times to emphasize his point.

“So can the others with wings and the ability to take to the skies!” Greyblood barked. “Rushing in will only mean-“

“MAGIC WITHIN THE AIR!” Heavensbane roared out, jumping to his feet and rearing up to his hind legs. His black eyes, deeper than the darkest voids, seemed to be staring at both of the now silenced dragons at the same time. “Mimics pulse with energy! Their very Beings a source of wakefulness! Follow I, for my Nothing will lead us to the Mimic as I feast on it’s very life source!”

“What?” ThunderRider took a step back, clearly perturbed by the normally unsteady Skydancer. “What does he mean?”

“He is a son of a Voidwoken,” Greyblood reasoned, his eyes widening. “Like his mother, he may be able to sense the Mimic through the magic that the Shade within him wishes to consume,”

“Are you sure?” ThunderRider kept his blazing blue eyes on the black eyed dragon, who was still standing on his hind legs like he was paused in time.

“Very sure,” Greyblood said. With that, Heavensbane lowered himself back onto the ground. He stepped forward, eyeing the outline of the camp intensely. Greyblood looked to the camp as well. “Heavensbane will lead us to the Mimic, and he will be its demise,”

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Heavensbane was leading the Ridgeback and Tundra as they circled above the camp like vultures. His antennae were waving in the wind as he tried to pick up any strange signals in the energies around him. Indeed, his clan was in disarray. Even his own mother had fled the camp. He could sense her Nothing watching him from afar.

“Anything yet, Bane?” Greyblood called over the wind. He watched as the dragons below him romped around in a strange insanity, like they were mere puppets of a puppet show.

“The ground littered with golden claws…” Heavensbane answered, leaving ThunderRider to groan in frustration.

“Have you forgotten the RIGHT WAY OF SPEECH?!” The Ridgeback roared, only to be shushed by the mutated Tundra.

“Hush your voice!” Greyblood hissed, shoving his spiked tail towards ThunderRider’s thigh. “The Mimic could hear us and send someone!”

“The fall of a clan…” Heavensbane whispered to the winds. “Halted only by the fall of the deities. Irony in full bloom,”

“Is that your way of saying that is it ironic that you should be the savior of the clan?” ThunderRider huffed out, his tone so low it almost sounded like a different dragon.

“The sun says yes,” Heavensbane replied. He then halted in the air, hovering in place and looking forever into the horizon. ThunderRider and Greyblood fumbled in the air at the sudden stop, but quickly regained their bearings and watched as Heavensbane seemed to scan the very fabric of existence. The Skydancer’s head tipped down, along with the rest of his body, as he curled his wings to wrap around his body and allow him to plummet down to the world below.

“Has his mind left him!?” ThunderRider gasped as he and Greyblood dived down to follow the falling pink Skydancer.

Heavensbane landed on top of a tent on the outskirts of the scavenger dens, close to the clan hoard. The tent broke his fall and caught him before he could suffer any fatal damage, or any damage at all it seemed. The next sounds were that of ThunderRider and Greyblood expanding their wings to break their own descent, landing heavily in the sands of the Boneyard. The next resonances were that of dragons stampeding their way towards them from all directions.

“Quickly!” ThunderRider ushered Greyblood into the ruins of the tent for some amount of safety, though it was soon be short lived. When they entered the tent, it did not take a Skydancer forehead gem to feel the heavy arcane energies in the air. Like a hot summer’s day, the air was almost suffocating.

“Greyblood! ThunderRider!” called the voice of Heavensbane, clearer than the two had ever heard before. Shooting their gaze towards the voice, they found Heavensbane grappling with none other than Infect, Greyblood’s arranged fiancé. Heavensbanes eyes took on the colors of red, as they should have due to his Plague birthright.

“The magic wakes me and fills me with the energy of life!” Heavensbane called out, almost seeming euphoric despite his current impromptu sparring match. “The Mimic! It is here! Find it!”

Do not touch me!” Infect growled in a voice that sounded like her but was not her own. “I will bring this clan to its knees!

“Hurry!” Greyblood gasped out, running towards the pile of trinkets. ThunderRider quickly began digging through the collection as well.

My slaves approach, to rip you to shreds!” Infect’s voice barked out, huffing and puffing as the Mimic forced her to fight with a body that wasn’t meant for battle. The sounds of giggling Nocturnes, stomping Imperials, ravenous Mirrors, and roaring Guardians filled the ears of the three unaffected dragons. They had no time to waste.

A small sliver of movement caught Greyblood’s eye from his peripheral vision. Something was moving beneath the covers of the fallen shelter. Leaping like a pouncing Tigerblood Foo, Greyblood pinned the moving lump and ripped it out from under the sheets, revealing a wooden Bogsneak puppet that was as big as Greyblood’s torso. It struggled like a living creature.

Get your claws off me, mutated freak!” Infect’s voice called, sounding strained. Looking over, Greyblood witnessed Heavensbane pinning Infect down effortlessly.

“ThunderRider, keep her pinned!” Heavensbane called.

“Right!” the Ridgeback charged over and quickly traded places with the Skydancer, who rushed over to Greyblood with his talons outstretched.

I will kill you all, shred you to ribbons and turn you all into my puppets,” the puppet sneered, the voices of the rest of the Clan of Pandemic echoing into the air. The three dragons looked up to see the rest of the clan surrounding them, their eyes wide and unblinking.

“Mother? No…” Greyblood spied the black and red Mirror that wore a bone crown, Queen Harbringer.

Move, and you die,” the puppet said through the mouths of every dragon present.

“I don’t need to move to consume you,” Heavensbane snarled, opening his mouth wide with a snake ready to consume it’s catch. A black orb of vantablack darkness formed around his gums and teeth, turning his entire mouth black. A shrill scream that sounded like the bending of metals erupted from the puppet. It convulsed in Greyblood’s hands, and the Prince watched in morbid curiosity as a black mist seemed to be extracted from the puppet, leaving the wooden marionette to drop into a limp pile of ball jointed limbs and fabric wings.

Heavensbane seemed to be taking the deepest breath he possibly could, all the while the rest of the clan seemed to be struggling to rush forward. The spell binding them to the Mimic breaking with every second as the Mimic attempted to have its army tear the three limb from limb.

The black mist swirled down into the abyss of Heavensbane’s mouth, which promptly snapped shut. When it did, the air seemed to twitch. The heavy atmosphere seemed to lift off of the shoulders of those present, and the dragons surrounding the fallen shelter seemed confused.

“What happened?” Infect wheezed, her red eyes drooping. “ThunderRider, why are you pinning me?”

“ThunderRider,” Harbringer announced, stepping forward as the rest of the clan clamored to regain their comportments and raced to fix any damage they had caused while under the influence of the Mimic.

My Queen!” ThunderRider jumped off of Infect and bowed to the Mirror approaching.

“I thought I stated to get help from an ally,” Harbringer’s gaze drifted to Greyblood and Heavensbane, who in tandem walked up and proceeded to place themselves in their official stances.

“We came across some… information,” Greyblood stated, confidence rising in his chest now that his mother was here. “We had no time to reach out to our allies. We had to take action ourselves,”

“Indeed,” Heavensbanes eyes were fading back to black, slowly but surely. Now that the magic fueling his Nothing was gone, the Nothing continued to sap away all of his natural elemental energy from his Being. “The Mimic… Took the clan- Kept itself in the minds of many,”

“Heavensbane was the one who led the charge and defeated… this,” Greyblood threw the defeated Bogsneak puppet to the ground at Harbringer’s talons.

“That-!” Infect gasped, causing heads to turn her direction. “But I thought it was-“

“Was what, Infect?” ThunderRider snapped, puffing out his chest. “Was it you who brought this calamity into our midst?”

“I went out to help Virus with hunting,” Infect informed the gathered dragons. “I saw it as I was searching for scraps. I thought… It looked to be made of gold and jasper when I first laid eyes on it,”

“Mimics warp the eyes and trick the mind,” Greyblood stated, recalling his teachings from his companion and beloved, Namiato. “It merely made itself shimmer like it was precious, when in reality it was vicious,”

“The Night of the Nocturne is one of gifts, but one of danger,” Harbringer said, kicking the puppet to the side and rattling her wings to make the bone chimes sing. “We must rebuild what we have broken. ThunderRiser, Greyblood, and Heavensbane, you will be no different. Greyblood, when your father returns, have him help you in rebuilding the remains of our library. ThunderRider, tend to the other Representatives,”

“Yes, my Queen!” ThunderRider and Greyblood barked at the same time and turned to relay their duties. Harbringer turned to Heavensbane next, the Skydancer swaying from side to side like he was about to topple over.

“My Queen, I helped the clan,” Heavensbane spoke slowly this time, trying to keep his words from tumbling out faster than his foggy mind could process. “From the skies I dived to find the Mimic. To find it… and free everyone,”

“And you did well,” Harbringer stated after a moment of hesitation. “For a Voidwoken. You can help rebuild this shelter, and then help the Hunters rebuild the trinket stores,”

“My Queen, I thank you!” Heavensbane called, an eerie grin splitting his face. “Trinkets and treasure, all to keep me awake. I will not disappoint you,”

“Then go now,” Harbringer ordered. The Skydancer nodded and proceeded to work on cleaning up the shelter he had destroyed. Harbringer turned on her heels and began marching down to help the Alchemists. It was time to rebuild.
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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26765449] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/267655/26765449_350.png[/img] [/url] [/center][center][b]Tobias[/b][/center] A mysterious weather sentry who has never been a prominent member of the clan, is the leader of this strange motley crew who have stumbled into this troublesome predicament. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39863038] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/398631/39863038_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][b]Fiyre (Pronounced like "Fire") [/b][/center] One half of a whole oracle when paired with his twin half-sister Fayde, Fiyre is a perpetual hatching with an irritating personality and a tendency towards wickedly dark behavior. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32701607] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/327017/32701607_350.png[/img] [/url] [/center][center][b]Honeycomb [/b][/center] Somewhat socially awkward, she's a reclusive bee charmer with a curious amount of control over her buzzing little friends. ------------------------------- The sky over the eerie bamboo forest seemed sickly in its thick darkness as the four dragon silhouettes moved swiftly through the grove. This forest, known to the locals as Twisting Lights, was located on the southeastern coast of the Windswept Plateau. This particular species of bamboo that populated the forest was known to glow faintly green at night. Typically, this light was calming to those few clan members who chose to abide in the forest. Tonight, however, the glowing stocks seemed oppressive and treacherous. Honeycomb, who had never ventured this deeply into the forest of Twisting Lights, coiled herself nervously as she followed the tiny pearlcatcher and hooded tundra ahead of her. She yelped and clutched her staff tightly when the crazed nocturne accompanying the group from behind let out that horrible laughter. “What do we do?” Honeycomb stammered in fear, gritting her teeth. The Tundra turned back and his expression seemed to harden underneath his hood, “We do what we were told to do. We escape the lair and we hide." The coldness of his voice made Honeycomb shiver. She wasn't sure if he meant to scare her or if that was just the way he was in tense situations. Honeycomb didn't know him very well; she didn't know many dragons in the clan, if she was being honest with herself but she was pretty sure his name was Tobias and that he was the weather lookout for the clan. The tiny pearlcatcher hatchling snorted derisively and climbed on top of his glossy cyan pearl; balancing on it like a one-legged pirate. His pupilless glowing green eyes seemed to roll in contempt, "But... with her?” He pointed with a dark claw behind him at the giggling nocturne behind Honeycomb. Tobias's eyes narrowed at the pearlcatcher's attitude while remembering the hatchling's reputation. He suspected the little dragon was secretly enjoying their fear, even if Fiyre himself was unsettled by these events too, but he didn't have time to get into a fight with the pint-sized oracle. The tundra nodded, "Yes. She's our friend. We don’t leave friends behind.” Fiyre hissed darkly underneath his breath, "She's [i]you're [/i]friend..." Tobias heard the remark but ignored it and gestured for Honeycomb to huddle in with him and Fiyre. Then he began, “Something in the lair did this. We have to get [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=78069&tab=dragon&did=42509390]Akra [/url]away from here.” It happened suddenly. One second they were speaking in a huddled group and the next the crazed nightshade and obsidian nocturne had gleefully pounced upon the tiny, balancing form of Fiyre, pinning him to the ground in a sickening thump. The glittering blue pearl rolled off into the forest's dim vegetation and out of sight but all eyes were on the struggle now at hand. “Get ‘em off me! Help, help meeee!” Fiyre squealed and flailed in a panic stricken spur of limbs as he felt Hala's claws close around his throat. Tobias and Honeycomb were frozen in fear and astonishment but both of them seemed to realize at the same instant that Akra, a fully grown dragon, would easily kill the small hatchling if neither acted soon. The tundra bared his long canines and the spiral raised her staff when everything went dark and the nocturne named Shadowsong appeared. [center]* * *[/center] The meeting between Shadowsong seemed to last only minutes and yet it changed everything for the three dragons. Honeycomb stared off into the forest with a numb expression, like she wasn't sure how to process the information. The fear burning in Tobias's eyes was hidden beneath his hood but his rigid pose spoke volumes. Fiyre seemed to be the only one not frozen in a state of shock but instead was scowling deeply and looked to be in a positively foul mood. Hissing loathfully at the sleeping Akra, the hatchling glared at the other two with his sinister eyes, "Snap out of it, you two. You heard what she said. We have work to do." Honeycomb blinked as if waking up from a dream and watched Fiyre hobble awkwardly towards a dense grove of bamboo, "Bu...wait where are you going?" Gnashing his teeth, he snapped "Where do you think? Finding my pearl, of course. Everything feels wrong without it and besides, we'll need it. I may not be the best seer without my sister's help, but I should be able to do something. You two think of a plan." Tobias gazed at the ground thinking, while Honeycomb bit her lip and absentmindedly began playing with several tiny bees buzzing around the top of her beehive-shaped staff. After awhile, the tundra glanced up and watched her for awhile before speaking, "You're Honeycomb right? The bee charmer who tends the hives in the far east of the clan's territory?" The spiral's fingers stilled and she met Tobias's earnest gaze. Then she nodded, "Yes. My hut lies just on the edge of the Fen Ruin hills and the outer clan lands. It's quieter out there, better for for my bees. I don't come into the inner clan territory very often. I'm surprised you know who I am actually..." Tobias shrugged, "I grew up in this clan so I recognize almost every dragon who is apart of it, even if I haven't formally introduced myself to many of them." "Oh..." Honeycomb mumbled awkwardly. "Can you actually communicate with them?" Tobias asked suddenly. The spiral frowned in puzzlement, "With who?" "Your bees. I've seen you with them before, its like you can talk with them and they respect you." Honeycomb's eyes widened. How had this mysterious tundra, who openly admitted to being as anti-social as she was, guessed this truth about her? Slowly she nodded again and only offered a, "Yes I can." Without any other explanation. But Tobias didn't ask for one, instead he grinned triumphantly, "That's it!" "What's it?" Honeycomb asked, wondering if the tundra had suddenly gone insane. "I know how we can find the mimic!" [center]* * * [/center] Fiyre had found his glistening pearl and was once more teetering on top it like a crazy carnival acrobat. He appeared to be meditating or possibly ignoring the other two dragons in the clearing. Tobias, who had become the de facto leader of the group, explained his plan excitedly before turning to the hatchling and asked, "As long as we find the right nocturne, you'll be able to divine which object the mimic is?" Fiyre didn't answer at first but finally opened a single glowing green eye and hissed, "I guarantee nothing. Without my sister, any vision I get is fractured and incomplete. I could easily misinterpret whatever I see. " Tobias scowled at the pearlcatcher's unhelpfulness, "You said you could help." "No. I said I [i]might[/i] be able to do something. It's not a precise art, you know. Unless..." Fiyre snickered darkly, "You'd prefer to speak to the [i]tree[/i] at the heart of this forest? It could give you much clearer information then I could." Tobias's face paled, "Absolutely not! The Tree of Archives is far too dangerous, especially without its Keepers around." Fiyre shrugged calmly, "I guess you're stuck with me then." "Be quiet, both of you." Honeycomb hushed as she focused intently on the ten or so bees hovering above her staff. She whispered softly to them, nodded, and then smiled, waving a paw dismissing them. She looked at Tobias, "They say there's no sign of any non-nocturne dragons but the few nocturnes there are seem organized." "Which nocturnes? Did they get names?" Tobias asked urgently. "Uh...," Honeycomb stammered uncertainly, "Well, the bees don't know names but it sounds like the one leading the group is that famous warrior nocturne that [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=78069&tab=dragon&did=3884281]Founder Marrok[/url] always tells stories about. The one from the Sunbeam Ruins." Fiyre snorted and, with a little hop, swapped which foot he was using to balance on his pearl, "Hah, so that goody-goody [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=78069&tab=dragon&did=14347346]Hala[/url] is finally being knocked down a peg. We [i]did[/i] warn her..." Tobias's grim expression at learning Hala, a skilled fighter and magic user, was to be the one they'd have to face turned suspicious as he turned on the seer, "And what is that supposed to mean?" Fiyre opened a single eye again and grinned devilishly at him, "Wouldn't you like to know? Sorry we don't reveal our patron's visions." Honeycomb frowned deeply at the little pearlcatcher's demeanor in their current situation, "Fiyre... you're not worried about your sister at all? You heard what Shadowsong said about the non-nocturne dragons..." Both Fiyre's eyes opened this time and locked onto the bee charmer and Honeycomb suddenly realized that this hatchling was no hatchling. What she saw in Fiyre's gaze held such complexity, passion, and fire that she almost felt flash burned by whatever it was. This was the only answer the seer gave and she shrank away from the pearlcatcher as he closed his eyes. Tobias shook his head and sighed, "That's enough. Fiyre, let's assume Hala is the one possessed since she seems to be the leader. Do your thing and tell us whatever you can find out." [center]* * *[/center] Tobias breathed slowly as he crept through the tall grass of the Fen Ruins, the grassy hills that stretched out south from the forest of Twisting Lights in all directions. Shadowsong had said they'd be invisible to the nocturnes but he wasn't about to take chances. He noticed a bee flying above his head and mentally smiled. It looked like Honeycomb was watching over him from somewhere out there in the darkness. Fiyre was still in the forest. He'd flatly refused to come on the principle that he'd done his part and that he'd be more of a hindrance anyway. Tobias hadn't argued with him but was beginning to understand why the twin seers had such a sketchy reputation in the clan but he sure hoped Fiyre's vision was correct. He could hear voices in the distance and noticed the glow of a fire up ahead with bat-like figures dancing around it. "Celebrate with me brethren! For tonight, we've successfully captured this powerful clan. Dance with me! Dance!" A high, strong voice sung. Tobias gritted his teeth and pulled out a sword made entirely of ice made by his Arctic Gale subspecies ancestors from the Southern Icefields. The blade's ragged edge gleamed deadly in the moonlight. Tobias wasn't a warrior, but he had training with a sword, thanks to his mother. He just hoped their plan worked quickly because there was no way he'd last long against Hala and her golden blade. Creeping up to the fire, close enough to be noticed by the dancing nocturnes, Tobias's eyes widened as he realized their gazes slipped right over him. Shadowsong had been truthfully about their invisibility. Maybe there was no need for his role in the plan. "WAIT!" Hala's shriek shredded the night and made the tundra jump. Hala hadn't noticed the dark dragon creeping up to the campfire at first. It was as if her eyes wanted to slide past him but something vicious inside of her forced her eyes to lock onto the tundra and his hidden blade. Red flooded her vision and a shrieking in her ears drove her mind to madness. Unsheathing her golden sword, Lightbringer, the sapphire and ruby dragon rushed to meet the surprised tundra. The moment their blades clashed Tobias knew he was going to die. The sheer strength with which the Light warrior wielded her blade was a testament to her skill and years of battle. Tobias had no hope of winning but there was no turning back now. [center]* * *[/center] Honeycomb watched in horror as the battle began. It was very clear who had the upper-hand. She could barely see the tip of Hala's blade as she attacked while Tobias was doing all he could just to defend himself from her blows. She needed to act quickly. Silently, she slithered across the grass behind the fighting until she reached the campfire. The other dragons were too distracted by the battle to notice her or maybe they really just couldn't see her. Hearing the clashing of blades shot adrenaline through her system and turned her frantic searching into a whirlwind of twisting movements that only a spiral was capable of. "Ghostlight strings and silver sheen breeds the deadly song... ugh, what does that even mean?!" She growled in frustration of Fiyre's half-baked prophecy. Tobias's cry of pain made Honeycomb look up and she gasped in horror. The tundra was on the ground holding a gushing wound in his abdomen lying weaponless at the feet of Hala's menacing figure. The controlled nocturnes cheered madly from the sidelines. He was going to die right in front of her. No... he wasn't, she decided suddenly and gripped her staff. "Go and distract her, be swift," She whispered to it, and the bees flooded out from its top at her command. They swarmed and she watched in wonder as they flew right into Hala's face. The affect was instant and warrior nocturne shrieked in rage and began beating at the insects. Knowing she only had minutes, Honeycomb turned back to the campfire and suddenly her eyes locked onto a silver instrument lying in a satchel far from the fire's heat. [center][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/28768.png[/img][/center] "Ghostlight strings...silver sheen!" She exclaimed excitedly and grabbed the handle of the viola to toss it into the fire. As soon as she touched it, ghostly claws flashed out at her and she heard Hala's guttural growl from behind her. She didn't need to look to know that the warrior had bested her bees and was now focused directly on her. This [i]had[/i] to be the mimic then! With all her strength, Honeycomb thrust the ghostly instrument into the bonfire where it shrieked terribly and writhed as it died quickly in the flames. When it was over she glanced around and noticed all the nocturnes lying unconscious on the ground. Hala was only a several feet away from her, her golden sword, lying harmless in her limp paws. Tobias's hunched form was behind the nocturne. Had he pulled Hala from behind to slow her down? Heart pounding, she realized Tobias wasn't moving so she leaped over to him and pushed him over to see his face, "Tobias? Are you alive?" There was no answer and her heart sunk until she heard soft chuckling, "Do I detect a hint of worry, bee charmer?" She coiled back in surprise and then smacked him, "I thought you were dead!" "I would have been had it not been for that trick with the bees," He grinned deliriously. She frowned at him and then realized how much of this blood was soaking his long thick fur. She sighed heavily, "Oh dear...let's get you patched up before you really [i]do[/i] die." ---------------------- And here ends the story of "Bound to Mimic" as told in the Clan of the Twisting Lights. I might add an epilogue later if I have the time! Thanks to anyone who read this whole thing. Critiques or comments are always welcome :D
Tobias
A mysterious weather sentry who has never been a prominent member of the clan, is the leader of this strange motley crew who have stumbled into this troublesome predicament.
Fiyre (Pronounced like "Fire")
One half of a whole oracle when paired with his twin half-sister Fayde, Fiyre is a perpetual hatching with an irritating personality and a tendency towards wickedly dark behavior.
Honeycomb
Somewhat socially awkward, she's a reclusive bee charmer with a curious amount of control over her buzzing little friends.



The sky over the eerie bamboo forest seemed sickly in its thick darkness as the four dragon silhouettes moved swiftly through the grove. This forest, known to the locals as Twisting Lights, was located on the southeastern coast of the Windswept Plateau. This particular species of bamboo that populated the forest was known to glow faintly green at night. Typically, this light was calming to those few clan members who chose to abide in the forest. Tonight, however, the glowing stocks seemed oppressive and treacherous.

Honeycomb, who had never ventured this deeply into the forest of Twisting Lights, coiled herself nervously as she followed the tiny pearlcatcher and hooded tundra ahead of her. She yelped and clutched her staff tightly when the crazed nocturne accompanying the group from behind let out that horrible laughter.

“What do we do?” Honeycomb stammered in fear, gritting her teeth.

The Tundra turned back and his expression seemed to harden underneath his hood, “We do what we were told to do. We escape the lair and we hide."

The coldness of his voice made Honeycomb shiver. She wasn't sure if he meant to scare her or if that was just the way he was in tense situations. Honeycomb didn't know him very well; she didn't know many dragons in the clan, if she was being honest with herself but she was pretty sure his name was Tobias and that he was the weather lookout for the clan.

The tiny pearlcatcher hatchling snorted derisively and climbed on top of his glossy cyan pearl; balancing on it like a one-legged pirate. His pupilless glowing green eyes seemed to roll in contempt, "But... with her?” He pointed with a dark claw behind him at the giggling nocturne behind Honeycomb.

Tobias's eyes narrowed at the pearlcatcher's attitude while remembering the hatchling's reputation. He suspected the little dragon was secretly enjoying their fear, even if Fiyre himself was unsettled by these events too, but he didn't have time to get into a fight with the pint-sized oracle.

The tundra nodded, "Yes. She's our friend. We don’t leave friends behind.”

Fiyre hissed darkly underneath his breath, "She's you're friend..."

Tobias heard the remark but ignored it and gestured for Honeycomb to huddle in with him and Fiyre. Then he began, “Something in the lair did this. We have to get Akra away from here.”

It happened suddenly. One second they were speaking in a huddled group and the next the crazed nightshade and obsidian nocturne had gleefully pounced upon the tiny, balancing form of Fiyre, pinning him to the ground in a sickening thump. The glittering blue pearl rolled off into the forest's dim vegetation and out of sight but all eyes were on the struggle now at hand.

“Get ‘em off me! Help, help meeee!” Fiyre squealed and flailed in a panic stricken spur of limbs as he felt Hala's claws close around his throat.

Tobias and Honeycomb were frozen in fear and astonishment but both of them seemed to realize at the same instant that Akra, a fully grown dragon, would easily kill the small hatchling if neither acted soon. The tundra bared his long canines and the spiral raised her staff when everything went dark and the nocturne named Shadowsong appeared.

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The meeting between Shadowsong seemed to last only minutes and yet it changed everything for the three dragons. Honeycomb stared off into the forest with a numb expression, like she wasn't sure how to process the information. The fear burning in Tobias's eyes was hidden beneath his hood but his rigid pose spoke volumes.

Fiyre seemed to be the only one not frozen in a state of shock but instead was scowling deeply and looked to be in a positively foul mood. Hissing loathfully at the sleeping Akra, the hatchling glared at the other two with his sinister eyes, "Snap out of it, you two. You heard what she said. We have work to do."

Honeycomb blinked as if waking up from a dream and watched Fiyre hobble awkwardly towards a dense grove of bamboo, "Bu...wait where are you going?"

Gnashing his teeth, he snapped "Where do you think? Finding my pearl, of course. Everything feels wrong without it and besides, we'll need it. I may not be the best seer without my sister's help, but I should be able to do something. You two think of a plan."

Tobias gazed at the ground thinking, while Honeycomb bit her lip and absentmindedly began playing with several tiny bees buzzing around the top of her beehive-shaped staff.

After awhile, the tundra glanced up and watched her for awhile before speaking, "You're Honeycomb right? The bee charmer who tends the hives in the far east of the clan's territory?"

The spiral's fingers stilled and she met Tobias's earnest gaze. Then she nodded, "Yes. My hut lies just on the edge of the Fen Ruin hills and the outer clan lands. It's quieter out there, better for for my bees. I don't come into the inner clan territory very often. I'm surprised you know who I am actually..."

Tobias shrugged, "I grew up in this clan so I recognize almost every dragon who is apart of it, even if I haven't formally introduced myself to many of them."

"Oh..." Honeycomb mumbled awkwardly.

"Can you actually communicate with them?" Tobias asked suddenly.

The spiral frowned in puzzlement, "With who?"

"Your bees. I've seen you with them before, its like you can talk with them and they respect you."

Honeycomb's eyes widened. How had this mysterious tundra, who openly admitted to being as anti-social as she was, guessed this truth about her? Slowly she nodded again and only offered a, "Yes I can." Without any other explanation.

But Tobias didn't ask for one, instead he grinned triumphantly, "That's it!"

"What's it?" Honeycomb asked, wondering if the tundra had suddenly gone insane.

"I know how we can find the mimic!"

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Fiyre had found his glistening pearl and was once more teetering on top it like a crazy carnival acrobat. He appeared to be meditating or possibly ignoring the other two dragons in the clearing.

Tobias, who had become the de facto leader of the group, explained his plan excitedly before turning to the hatchling and asked, "As long as we find the right nocturne, you'll be able to divine which object the mimic is?"

Fiyre didn't answer at first but finally opened a single glowing green eye and hissed, "I guarantee nothing. Without my sister, any vision I get is fractured and incomplete. I could easily misinterpret whatever I see. "

Tobias scowled at the pearlcatcher's unhelpfulness, "You said you could help."

"No. I said I might be able to do something. It's not a precise art, you know. Unless..." Fiyre snickered darkly, "You'd prefer to speak to the tree at the heart of this forest? It could give you much clearer information then I could."

Tobias's face paled, "Absolutely not! The Tree of Archives is far too dangerous, especially without its Keepers around."

Fiyre shrugged calmly, "I guess you're stuck with me then."

"Be quiet, both of you." Honeycomb hushed as she focused intently on the ten or so bees hovering above her staff. She whispered softly to them, nodded, and then smiled, waving a paw dismissing them. She looked at Tobias, "They say there's no sign of any non-nocturne dragons but the few nocturnes there are seem organized."

"Which nocturnes? Did they get names?" Tobias asked urgently.

"Uh...," Honeycomb stammered uncertainly, "Well, the bees don't know names but it sounds like the one leading the group is that famous warrior nocturne that Founder Marrok always tells stories about. The one from the Sunbeam Ruins."

Fiyre snorted and, with a little hop, swapped which foot he was using to balance on his pearl, "Hah, so that goody-goody Hala is finally being knocked down a peg. We did warn her..."

Tobias's grim expression at learning Hala, a skilled fighter and magic user, was to be the one they'd have to face turned suspicious as he turned on the seer, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Fiyre opened a single eye again and grinned devilishly at him, "Wouldn't you like to know? Sorry we don't reveal our patron's visions."

Honeycomb frowned deeply at the little pearlcatcher's demeanor in their current situation, "Fiyre... you're not worried about your sister at all? You heard what Shadowsong said about the non-nocturne dragons..."

Both Fiyre's eyes opened this time and locked onto the bee charmer and Honeycomb suddenly realized that this hatchling was no hatchling. What she saw in Fiyre's gaze held such complexity, passion, and fire that she almost felt flash burned by whatever it was. This was the only answer the seer gave and she shrank away from the pearlcatcher as he closed his eyes.

Tobias shook his head and sighed, "That's enough. Fiyre, let's assume Hala is the one possessed since she seems to be the leader. Do your thing and tell us whatever you can find out."

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Tobias breathed slowly as he crept through the tall grass of the Fen Ruins, the grassy hills that stretched out south from the forest of Twisting Lights in all directions. Shadowsong had said they'd be invisible to the nocturnes but he wasn't about to take chances. He noticed a bee flying above his head and mentally smiled. It looked like Honeycomb was watching over him from somewhere out there in the darkness. Fiyre was still in the forest. He'd flatly refused to come on the principle that he'd done his part and that he'd be more of a hindrance anyway. Tobias hadn't argued with him but was beginning to understand why the twin seers had such a sketchy reputation in the clan but he sure hoped Fiyre's vision was correct.

He could hear voices in the distance and noticed the glow of a fire up ahead with bat-like figures dancing around it.

"Celebrate with me brethren! For tonight, we've successfully captured this powerful clan. Dance with me! Dance!" A high, strong voice sung.

Tobias gritted his teeth and pulled out a sword made entirely of ice made by his Arctic Gale subspecies ancestors from the Southern Icefields. The blade's ragged edge gleamed deadly in the moonlight. Tobias wasn't a warrior, but he had training with a sword, thanks to his mother. He just hoped their plan worked quickly because there was no way he'd last long against Hala and her golden blade.

Creeping up to the fire, close enough to be noticed by the dancing nocturnes, Tobias's eyes widened as he realized their gazes slipped right over him. Shadowsong had been truthfully about their invisibility. Maybe there was no need for his role in the plan.

"WAIT!" Hala's shriek shredded the night and made the tundra jump.

Hala hadn't noticed the dark dragon creeping up to the campfire at first. It was as if her eyes wanted to slide past him but something vicious inside of her forced her eyes to lock onto the tundra and his hidden blade. Red flooded her vision and a shrieking in her ears drove her mind to madness. Unsheathing her golden sword, Lightbringer, the sapphire and ruby dragon rushed to meet the surprised tundra.

The moment their blades clashed Tobias knew he was going to die. The sheer strength with which the Light warrior wielded her blade was a testament to her skill and years of battle. Tobias had no hope of winning but there was no turning back now.

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Honeycomb watched in horror as the battle began. It was very clear who had the upper-hand. She could barely see the tip of Hala's blade as she attacked while Tobias was doing all he could just to defend himself from her blows. She needed to act quickly.

Silently, she slithered across the grass behind the fighting until she reached the campfire. The other dragons were too distracted by the battle to notice her or maybe they really just couldn't see her. Hearing the clashing of blades shot adrenaline through her system and turned her frantic searching into a whirlwind of twisting movements that only a spiral was capable of.

"Ghostlight strings and silver sheen breeds the deadly song... ugh, what does that even mean?!" She growled in frustration of Fiyre's half-baked prophecy.

Tobias's cry of pain made Honeycomb look up and she gasped in horror. The tundra was on the ground holding a gushing wound in his abdomen lying weaponless at the feet of Hala's menacing figure. The controlled nocturnes cheered madly from the sidelines.

He was going to die right in front of her. No... he wasn't, she decided suddenly and gripped her staff. "Go and distract her, be swift," She whispered to it, and the bees flooded out from its top at her command. They swarmed and she watched in wonder as they flew right into Hala's face. The affect was instant and warrior nocturne shrieked in rage and began beating at the insects.

Knowing she only had minutes, Honeycomb turned back to the campfire and suddenly her eyes locked onto a silver instrument lying in a satchel far from the fire's heat.
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"Ghostlight strings...silver sheen!" She exclaimed excitedly and grabbed the handle of the viola to toss it into the fire. As soon as she touched it, ghostly claws flashed out at her and she heard Hala's guttural growl from behind her. She didn't need to look to know that the warrior had bested her bees and was now focused directly on her. This had to be the mimic then!

With all her strength, Honeycomb thrust the ghostly instrument into the bonfire where it shrieked terribly and writhed as it died quickly in the flames. When it was over she glanced around and noticed all the nocturnes lying unconscious on the ground. Hala was only a several feet away from her, her golden sword, lying harmless in her limp paws. Tobias's hunched form was behind the nocturne. Had he pulled Hala from behind to slow her down?

Heart pounding, she realized Tobias wasn't moving so she leaped over to him and pushed him over to see his face, "Tobias? Are you alive?"

There was no answer and her heart sunk until she heard soft chuckling, "Do I detect a hint of worry, bee charmer?"

She coiled back in surprise and then smacked him, "I thought you were dead!"

"I would have been had it not been for that trick with the bees," He grinned deliriously.

She frowned at him and then realized how much of this blood was soaking his long thick fur. She sighed heavily, "Oh dear...let's get you patched up before you really do die."



And here ends the story of "Bound to Mimic" as told in the Clan of the Twisting Lights. I might add an epilogue later if I have the time! Thanks to anyone who read this whole thing. Critiques or comments are always welcome :D




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[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33264248] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/332643/33264248_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][b]"This is my fault."[/b][/columns] [center]However reluctant Amaizen is to admit that, it's the truth, and he can't deny it. [columns][b]"I'm the one who brought that f- that [i]blasted[/i] chest back home."[/b][nextcol][indent][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/332643/33264248p.png[/img][/indent][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7204600] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/72047/7204600_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][b]"Throwing blame around isn't helping us out of this. I'm glad you're willing to acknowledge after all this time that you're not perfect, but we need to focus."[/b][/columns] Scale has a right to be tart, since she's the one who was targeted first by the Mimic's puppet. Before Amaizen can do more than bristle, Aleksei steps between him and the clan librarian. [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31700174] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/317002/31700174_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][b]"Shut your mouth and listen to her, vain bird. We need to find the mimic and destroy it."[/b][/columns] [columns][b]"Especially since it looks like Cirrus cursed you when she went for your throat, Aleks."[/b][nextcol][indent][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/72047/7204600p.png[/img][/indent][/columns] Aleks folds his wings uneasily and tries to ignore the flickers of movement in his peripheral vision. It doesn't work; he can feel the spectral hands grasping at his feathers. [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/317002/31700174p.png[/img][nextcol][indent][b]"I'm more concerned about where Lacuna, Dasuron, and the others are."[/b][/indent][/columns] Not even Amaizen feels like calling him on that half-lie. ____________________________________________________________ The trek down to the clan's treasury caverns, normally a mundane one, is fraught with the kinds of hazards usually reserved for the scary stories nestlings tell each other at bedtime. Who knew a mesa in the Lightning Farm could make so much [i]noise.[/i] And not the constant rumble and boom of the thunder outside - stone and spellwork insulates the lair from that cacophony. A myriad of clanks, clicks, whispers, and metallic screechings haunt them all the way from the upper levels of the mesa down into the basement. [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/317002/31700174p.png[/img][nextcol][indent][b]"I can't [i]see!"[/i][/b][/indent][/columns] [columns][b]"If we use a lamp, it will kill [i]my[/i] night-vision. And we don't need Cirrus knowing where we are because we've got everything lit up like the Lightweaver's ars-"[/b][nextcol][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/332643/33264248p.png[/img][/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/72047/7204600p.png[/img][nextcol][indent][b]"Do you really need to be so crass?"[/b][/indent][/columns] [columns][b]"Do [i]you[/i] need to have that stick crammed up your backside? It can't be good for you, Granny."[/b][nextcol][indent][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/332643/33264248p.png[/img][/indent][/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/317002/31700174p.png[/img][nextcol][indent][b]"By the heat of the Furnace, if we make it through this, I am petitioning Dasuron to relocate both of you to the next mesa over so you can bicker like hatchlings somewhere [i]away from me."[/i][/b][/indent][/columns] Thanks to their excellent cooperation and team cohesion, they make it to the treasury chambers with little more than a few jump-scares. Privately, Scale is just as glad for Amaizen's keen perception in the pitchy black of the unlit corridors. What she isn't sure she should be glad of is that the puppet that had been made of her quiet clanmate Cirrus has been suspiciously absent from their backtrail. She expected to be harassed by the nocturne the whole way, not left to march right in to where the Mimic is hiding. Unless... [columns][indent][indent][indent][b]"It's not in here..."[/b][/indent][nextcol][indent][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/332643/33264248p.png[/img][/indent][/indent][/indent][/columns] Amaizen turns her orderly treasury upside down, tossing crates of files aside and overturning chests as he frantically searches. Finally, Aleks wades in to tug on the frantic wildclaw's tail. [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/317002/31700174p.png[/img][nextcol][indent][b]"Cirrus must have made off with it. We're wasting time in here."[/b][/indent][/columns] [columns][b]"If she took it with her, then we'll probably need to fight her to get to the mimic."[/b][nextcol][indent][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/72047/7204600p.png[/img][/indent][/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/332643/33264248p.png[/img][nextcol][indent][b][i]"'We?'[/i] You mean [i]me.[/i] You couldn't fight your way out of a paper sack."[/b][/indent][/columns] [columns][b]"Yes, vain bird, [i]we.[/i] Stop trying to make a martyr of yourself."[/b][nextcol][indent][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/317002/31700174p.png[/img][/indent][/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/72047/7204600p.png[/img][nextcol][indent][b]"Come on, gentlemen. We can't afford to dawdle around in here any longer. Remember, Cirrus was never a fighter, either. It won't be contest of strength to win this. We'll have to outsmart it."[/b][/indent][/columns] [/center]

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"This is my fault."

However reluctant Amaizen is to admit that, it's the truth, and he can't deny it.

"I'm the one who brought that f- that blasted chest back home."
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"Throwing blame around isn't helping us out of this. I'm glad you're willing to acknowledge after all this time that you're not perfect, but we need to focus."


Scale has a right to be tart, since she's the one who was targeted first by the Mimic's puppet.

Before Amaizen can do more than bristle, Aleksei steps between him and the clan librarian.


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"Shut your mouth and listen to her, vain bird. We need to find the mimic and destroy it."

"Especially since it looks like Cirrus cursed you when she went for your throat, Aleks."
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Aleks folds his wings uneasily and tries to ignore the flickers of movement in his peripheral vision. It doesn't work; he can feel the spectral hands grasping at his feathers.

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"I'm more concerned about where Lacuna, Dasuron, and the others are."


Not even Amaizen feels like calling him on that half-lie.


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The trek down to the clan's treasury caverns, normally a mundane one, is fraught with the kinds of hazards usually reserved for the scary stories nestlings tell each other at bedtime. Who knew a mesa in the Lightning Farm could make so much noise. And not the constant rumble and boom of the thunder outside - stone and spellwork insulates the lair from that cacophony. A myriad of clanks, clicks, whispers, and metallic screechings haunt them all the way from the upper levels of the mesa down into the basement.

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"I can't see!"

"If we use a lamp, it will kill my night-vision. And we don't need Cirrus knowing where we are because we've got everything lit up like the Lightweaver's ars-" 33264248p.png

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"Do you really need to be so crass?"

"Do you need to have that stick crammed up your backside? It can't be good for you, Granny."
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"By the heat of the Furnace, if we make it through this, I am petitioning Dasuron to relocate both of you to the next mesa over so you can bicker like hatchlings somewhere away from me."


Thanks to their excellent cooperation and team cohesion, they make it to the treasury chambers with little more than a few jump-scares. Privately, Scale is just as glad for Amaizen's keen perception in the pitchy black of the unlit corridors. What she isn't sure she should be glad of is that the puppet that had been made of her quiet clanmate Cirrus has been suspiciously absent from their backtrail. She expected to be harassed by the nocturne the whole way, not left to march right in to where the Mimic is hiding. Unless...

"It's not in here..."
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Amaizen turns her orderly treasury upside down, tossing crates of files aside and overturning chests as he frantically searches. Finally, Aleks wades in to tug on the frantic wildclaw's tail.

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"Cirrus must have made off with it. We're wasting time in here."

"If she took it with her, then we'll probably need to fight her to get to the mimic."
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"'We?' You mean me. You couldn't fight your way out of a paper sack."

"Yes, vain bird, we. Stop trying to make a martyr of yourself."
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"Come on, gentlemen. We can't afford to dawdle around in here any longer. Remember, Cirrus was never a fighter, either. It won't be contest of strength to win this. We'll have to outsmart it."


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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48002205] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/480023/48002205_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Crescent[/b] Crescent is a nervous, but smart young dragon. He has an uncanny knack for predicting events that happen in the near future, but often doesn't know when he's imagining something or when he's foreseeing it. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46457987] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/464580/46457987_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Silversun[/b] Silversun is a strong, independent, and motherly dragon. She knows a lot about each of the members of her clan, and uses this information to her advantage occasionally. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47629294] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/476293/47629294_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Tourmaline[/b] Tourmaline is sassy and sarcastic. She doesn't take no for an answer, and doesn't care what others think. She always does what she thinks is right. She's loud and proud, and a great friend once you get past her initial gruff nature. The sky crackled with energy, sending shockwaves through the air unlike any lightning Crescent had ever seen. The rain hadn't started yet, but he could feel it, almost as if it was already pelting his smooth scales. Along with rain, Crescent felt almost as if he was being clawed, but he didn't feel any pain. He shook his head. He knew he wasn't supposed to feel things like that; it wasn't normal. He was just frustrated that Willow had called a meeting in this storm. "I'm sure all of you know by now that Orchid is sick." Crescent rolled his eyes. [i]thanks for the reminder,[/i] he thought. [i]we all really appreciate it.[/i] Silversun shifted uncomfortably beside him, and he pressed closer to her, feeling a fresh wave on anxiety. If Sliversun was worried, there was definitely something wrong. She was the bravest, strongest dragon he knew. She was also the one who'd been raising her since he was abandoned and she found him on the lake shore. She was the closest thing to a mother he'd ever have. Silversun's real hatchling, Maple, who was almost a year older than Crescent, gave him an anxious smile. Willow continued. "Caelum and Reed have now confirmed that Orchid isn't just sick. There is a creature that has been long forgotten, which many of you don't know of. It is called a Mimic, and it has taken Orchid's form. There are two dragons here. One of them is Orchid, and the other isn't a dragon at all. It's up to us to figure out which is which." Crescent felt Silversun stiffen beside him at Willow's mention of the Mimic. Crescent looked up at her. [i]okay, it's definitely time to panic![/i] I'll finish this later lol

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Crescent

Crescent is a nervous, but smart young dragon. He has an uncanny knack for predicting events that happen in the near future, but often doesn't know when he's imagining something or when he's foreseeing it.



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Silversun

Silversun is a strong, independent, and motherly dragon. She knows a lot about each of the members of her clan, and uses this information to her advantage occasionally.



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Tourmaline

Tourmaline is sassy and sarcastic. She doesn't take no for an answer, and doesn't care what others think. She always does what she thinks is right. She's loud and proud, and a great friend once you get past her initial gruff nature.












The sky crackled with energy, sending shockwaves through the air unlike any lightning Crescent had ever seen. The rain hadn't started yet, but he could feel it, almost as if it was already pelting his smooth scales. Along with rain, Crescent felt almost as if he was being clawed, but he didn't feel any pain. He shook his head. He knew he wasn't supposed to feel things like that; it wasn't normal. He was just frustrated that Willow had called a meeting in this storm.

"I'm sure all of you know by now that Orchid is sick." Crescent rolled his eyes. thanks for the reminder, he thought. we all really appreciate it. Silversun shifted uncomfortably beside him, and he pressed closer to her, feeling a fresh wave on anxiety. If Sliversun was worried, there was definitely something wrong. She was the bravest, strongest dragon he knew. She was also the one who'd been raising her since he was abandoned and she found him on the lake shore. She was the closest thing to a mother he'd ever have. Silversun's real hatchling, Maple, who was almost a year older than Crescent, gave him an anxious smile. Willow continued.

"Caelum and Reed have now confirmed that Orchid isn't just sick. There is a creature that has been long forgotten, which many of you don't know of. It is called a Mimic, and it has taken Orchid's form. There are two dragons here. One of them is Orchid, and the other isn't a dragon at all. It's up to us to figure out which is which." Crescent felt Silversun stiffen beside him at Willow's mention of the Mimic. Crescent looked up at her. okay, it's definitely time to panic!


I'll finish this later lol
Wait, I'm supposed to put something here?
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46619424] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/466195/46619424_350.png[/img] [/url] Miya is an investigator, who secretly knows everything about everyone but has very little combat prowess. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46090080] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/460901/46090080_350.png[/img] [/url] Luke is an assassin, well-trained in the art of killing but is almost completely unable to control himself. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42873172] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/428732/42873172_350.png[/img] [/url] Amy is a stage magician. With a combination of clever sleight-of-hand and fast shadow magic, she is a talented performer. She just doesn't know how to use that magic outside of the stage. ____________________________________________________ Miya turned to the other two and rubbed her hands nervously over her pearl, making a sliding-scratching noise that both of the other two knew was the noise that meant she was anxious. Finally she said, "[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=350061&tab=dragon&did=41955779]Moli[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=350061&did=42126109]Elira[/url], and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=350061&did=45200708]Sangfroid[/url] were last week's gatherers. Perhaps they were the one who found it." "Then it's Elira," said Amy immediately. "You know she absolutely loves shiny stuff. Chances are it turned into some sparkly blue jewel and she's doting over it right now, the idiot." "That is a stupid assumption to make," Luke retorted, looking at Amy. "We start with the first of the three we find. And we must do it quickly. There is no time to waste from our useless squabbling." "What the hell are you doing and why are you talking about my sister?" called an accusing voice from outside the cave. Turning around, the three of them found [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=350061&did=45200707]Elektrisiti[/url], Sangfroid's sister. She went by Ellie for short. Miya gestured toward the sleeping figure of [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=350061&tab=dragon&did=40401284]Clockwork[/url]. "Clockwork was, uh, possessed, and we're trying to figure out why. Sangfroid may be connected." Ellie stared at them for a moment, then said, "Sangfroid went off in that direction." She pointed toward a ring of dunes and stones about a kilometer away. "She was scavenging there before." "Thank you," said Amy, and the three of them flew over to the dunes. When they landed, Sangfroid stood there, her back to the three of them, seemingly oblivious to their presence. The pearlcatcher was clutching something closely to her chest - a good sign. "Sangfroid!" cried out Luke. Miya clamped a paw over his mouth, but it was too late. Sangfroid whipped around, startled, clutching her pearl to her heart very closely. But wait. That wasn't a pearl. All three of them stepped back, and Amy audibly gasped. Sangfroid looked with wide, scared eyes between them, and then said, "What? What's wrong? What happened? What did I do?" "Your pearl," whispered Miya. "[i]Speak up!"[/i] Sangfroid yelled. It was a tone of fierce desperation, fear, and anger. "That is not your pearl you hold so closely to your chest," said Luke. "What do you mean, it's not my pearl??" Sangfroid backed up, visibly frightened. "Of course it's my pearl! It's [i]always[/i] been my pearl!" But all three of them could see the doubt in Sangfroid's eyes. She knew something. "Sangfroid," said Amy softly. "What did you see?" "I-I-I heard s-s-s-something in the l-l-l-lake yesterday," said Sangfroid quietly and thoughtfully. "I put my p-p-p-pearl d-d-d-down, b-b-b-because it would w-w-w-weigh my s-s-s-s-swimming down." She gulped and gained confidence. "I jumped into the lake and caught the fish in there. But then I heard a clank, and I flew back up. My pearl was fine, thank goodness, b-b-b-b-but..." "You think it was replaced in that exact moment," finished Miya. Sangfroid paused for one moment and then she nodded. Luke took a step forward. "Can I have the pearl?" Sangfroid hesitated, then dropped it. Luke picked it up. It wasn't a pearl, and didn't feel like one. It was a pearl, but had a visible black halo and made Miya feel dizzy. Then with a loud cry, Luke brought his paw down on the pearl, hard. It shattered and dissolved, as if it had never existed. Sangfroid cried out in pain and started gasping. Amy rushed forward. "It's all right," said Sangfroid, gasping for breath. "I just need to get my real pearl. Staying away from it for so long hurts. The mimic - if that is what it is called - only tried to replace that." The three of them looked at each other and cheered. They'd done it! "Now," said Miya, with a smile on her face, "let's go wake up our sleepy little Clockwork."

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Miya is an investigator, who secretly knows everything about everyone but has very little combat prowess.


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Luke is an assassin, well-trained in the art of killing but is almost completely unable to control himself.


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Amy is a stage magician. With a combination of clever sleight-of-hand and fast shadow magic, she is a talented performer. She just doesn't know how to use that magic outside of the stage.


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Miya turned to the other two and rubbed her hands nervously over her pearl, making a sliding-scratching noise that both of the other two knew was the noise that meant she was anxious. Finally she said, "Moli, Elira, and Sangfroid were last week's gatherers. Perhaps they were the one who found it."
"Then it's Elira," said Amy immediately. "You know she absolutely loves shiny stuff. Chances are it turned into some sparkly blue jewel and she's doting over it right now, the idiot."
"That is a stupid assumption to make," Luke retorted, looking at Amy. "We start with the first of the three we find. And we must do it quickly. There is no time to waste from our useless squabbling."
"What the hell are you doing and why are you talking about my sister?" called an accusing voice from outside the cave. Turning around, the three of them found Elektrisiti, Sangfroid's sister. She went by Ellie for short.
Miya gestured toward the sleeping figure of Clockwork. "Clockwork was, uh, possessed, and we're trying to figure out why. Sangfroid may be connected."
Ellie stared at them for a moment, then said, "Sangfroid went off in that direction." She pointed toward a ring of dunes and stones about a kilometer away. "She was scavenging there before."
"Thank you," said Amy, and the three of them flew over to the dunes.
When they landed, Sangfroid stood there, her back to the three of them, seemingly oblivious to their presence. The pearlcatcher was clutching something closely to her chest - a good sign.
"Sangfroid!" cried out Luke. Miya clamped a paw over his mouth, but it was too late. Sangfroid whipped around, startled, clutching her pearl to her heart very closely. But wait.
That wasn't a pearl.
All three of them stepped back, and Amy audibly gasped. Sangfroid looked with wide, scared eyes between them, and then said, "What? What's wrong? What happened? What did I do?"
"Your pearl," whispered Miya.
"Speak up!" Sangfroid yelled. It was a tone of fierce desperation, fear, and anger.
"That is not your pearl you hold so closely to your chest," said Luke.
"What do you mean, it's not my pearl??" Sangfroid backed up, visibly frightened. "Of course it's my pearl! It's always been my pearl!" But all three of them could see the doubt in Sangfroid's eyes. She knew something.
"Sangfroid," said Amy softly. "What did you see?"
"I-I-I heard s-s-s-something in the l-l-l-lake yesterday," said Sangfroid quietly and thoughtfully. "I put my p-p-p-pearl d-d-d-down, b-b-b-because it would w-w-w-weigh my s-s-s-s-swimming down." She gulped and gained confidence. "I jumped into the lake and caught the fish in there. But then I heard a clank, and I flew back up. My pearl was fine, thank goodness, b-b-b-b-but..."
"You think it was replaced in that exact moment," finished Miya.
Sangfroid paused for one moment and then she nodded.
Luke took a step forward. "Can I have the pearl?"
Sangfroid hesitated, then dropped it. Luke picked it up. It wasn't a pearl, and didn't feel like one. It was a pearl, but had a visible black halo and made Miya feel dizzy.
Then with a loud cry, Luke brought his paw down on the pearl, hard. It shattered and dissolved, as if it had never existed. Sangfroid cried out in pain and started gasping. Amy rushed forward.
"It's all right," said Sangfroid, gasping for breath. "I just need to get my real pearl. Staying away from it for so long hurts. The mimic - if that is what it is called - only tried to replace that."
The three of them looked at each other and cheered. They'd done it!
"Now," said Miya, with a smile on her face, "let's go wake up our sleepy little Clockwork."
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