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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=692339] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/6924/692339_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Demyx[/b] Unofficial leader of the clan, along with his mate Reinette (the official clan leaders being more or less useless). The oldest and most experienced dragon in the lair. He's fought his fair share of mimics on previous Long Nights, but what's going on now is completely outside his experience. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2585593] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/25856/2585593_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Cloud[/b] The fiercest fighter in the clan; the fact that she keeps herself blindfolded as a sign of devotion to the Lightweaver slows her down not at all. Has fought countless battles in the Coliseum alongside Demyx, and has no fear of any mimic's sorcery. Enemies are there to be slain. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24299804] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/242999/24299804_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Triumph[/b] A decidedly disreputable character, who earns his living picking scraps from shipwrecks and selling them to the local pirate crew. One of the last dragons anyone would look to in a time of crisis, but this is his clan too, and there's no one else left standing.[/center]

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Demyx
Unofficial leader of the clan, along with his mate Reinette (the official clan leaders being more or less useless). The oldest and most experienced dragon in the lair. He's fought his fair share of mimics on previous Long Nights, but what's going on now is completely outside his experience.

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Cloud
The fiercest fighter in the clan; the fact that she keeps herself blindfolded as a sign of devotion to the Lightweaver slows her down not at all. Has fought countless battles in the Coliseum alongside Demyx, and has no fear of any mimic's sorcery. Enemies are there to be slain.

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Triumph
A decidedly disreputable character, who earns his living picking scraps from shipwrecks and selling them to the local pirate crew. One of the last dragons anyone would look to in a time of crisis, but this is his clan too, and there's no one else left standing.
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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45969547] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/459696/45969547_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Tennelle[/b] A travelling minstrel and storyteller; returns every festival season to the clan [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43421748] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/434218/43421748_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Ryehouse[/b] A wealthy performer who lives out her retirement training the clan's wyrmlings in her smoke-and-mirror style dances [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39515012] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/395151/39515012_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Washington[/b] A flaming spirit cursed to forever roam the material plane until he might wreak vengeance upon the ones who killed him [u][color=white]-[/color] [color=white]-[/color] [color=white]-[/color] [color=white]-[/color] [color=white]-[/color] [color=white]-[/color] [color=white]-[/color] [color=white]-[/color][/u][/center]

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Tennelle
A travelling minstrel and storyteller; returns every festival season to the clan


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Ryehouse
A wealthy performer who lives out her retirement training the clan's wyrmlings in her smoke-and-mirror style dances


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Washington
A flaming spirit cursed to forever roam the material plane until he might wreak vengeance upon the ones who killed him

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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39032396] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/390324/39032396_350.png[/img] [/url] "How did we end up in the Icefield?" asked Wisp the dragon. "Ohoh!" said Manni the rabbit, "It started when that new Noctie demanded clothes of doom!" "Then the blue Noctie was like, 'Get away from my clothes!'" said Banni the rabbit. "But then Hine hoarded all the clothes in the lair." said Ranni the rabbit. "Wasn't it the lab Noctie who did that?" said Wanni the rabbit. "Odo? No way, he's slow!" said Banni the rabbit, "He only laughed maniacally and all that." "There is something important that you missed!" said Ranni the rabbit, "He mixed potions!" "Are you sure it was Odo?" asked Manni the rabbit. "Of course I'm sure! I saw everything!" said Ranni the rabbit. "You're on her foot. You can't see [i]everything[/i] down there." said Wanni the rabbit. "And then," said Banni the rabbit, "everything went boooom, FLAAAAASH, CHAOOOOOOSSS!!!" "Naw, that was just Vahilda." said Manni the rabbit, "She was onl-" "MAYHEEEM!!! DARKNEEEESS!!! LIGHTNIIIIIIIIING!!!" said Banni the rabbit. "Guys?" said Wisp the dragon, "How did we end up [i]here[/i] from the Starfall Isles?" "Oh, um..." said Manni the rabbit. "We maybe... kind of wanted clothes to ourselves so we dragged you over here." said Ranni the rabbit. "How did you...? Wait, what do you even mean by that?" asked Wisp the dragon. The rabbits then unanimously snuggled inside of Wisp's fur. "Oh, you. We should probably wait here until the whole thing blows over." said Wisp the dragon, to which the rabbits cuddled into her fur in response. [size=1]"THUNDERRRRRRR. RUMBLLLLLLLE. ROOAARRRRRR."[/size]

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"How did we end up in the Icefield?" asked Wisp the dragon.

"Ohoh!" said Manni the rabbit, "It started when that new Noctie demanded clothes of doom!"

"Then the blue Noctie was like, 'Get away from my clothes!'" said Banni the rabbit.

"But then Hine hoarded all the clothes in the lair." said Ranni the rabbit.

"Wasn't it the lab Noctie who did that?" said Wanni the rabbit.

"Odo? No way, he's slow!" said Banni the rabbit, "He only laughed maniacally and all that."

"There is something important that you missed!" said Ranni the rabbit, "He mixed potions!"

"Are you sure it was Odo?" asked Manni the rabbit.

"Of course I'm sure! I saw everything!" said Ranni the rabbit.

"You're on her foot. You can't see everything down there." said Wanni the rabbit.

"And then," said Banni the rabbit, "everything went boooom, FLAAAAASH, CHAOOOOOOSSS!!!"

"Naw, that was just Vahilda." said Manni the rabbit, "She was onl-"

"MAYHEEEM!!! DARKNEEEESS!!! LIGHTNIIIIIIIIING!!!" said Banni the rabbit.

"Guys?" said Wisp the dragon, "How did we end up here from the Starfall Isles?"

"Oh, um..." said Manni the rabbit.

"We maybe... kind of wanted clothes to ourselves so we dragged you over here." said Ranni the rabbit.

"How did you...? Wait, what do you even mean by that?" asked Wisp the dragon.

The rabbits then unanimously snuggled inside of Wisp's fur.

"Oh, you. We should probably wait here until the whole thing blows over." said Wisp the dragon, to which the rabbits cuddled into her fur in response.



"THUNDERRRRRRR. RUMBLLLLLLLE. ROOAARRRRRR."

(Don't actually have a few named yet but i just plopped a idea in for now) Nightlight~The small hatching who may know what's going on,but's too shy to tell [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/478995/47899478_350.png[/img] Geist~The Manical outcast,he enjoys the pain and crazinesss the Mimic's bring.Some say he's been cursed with the madness the Mimics bring the Nocturns [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/476178/47617714_350.png[/img] Anorak~A traveler who has seen this before,and knows what to do to kill the mimics [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/473557/47355642_350.png[/img] Nightlight gazed at the stars,"Is this my fault?" he asked the fireflies bubbling around him."I saw the mimic...no one beloved me.Not until the nocturn went crazy." he mumbled."Nocturne?" Anorak asked peering over the dragonlings shoulder causing Nightlight to jump."Sorry young one" the pearlcatcher hurred in laughter at his reaction."That'snotfunnt!" Nightlight said softly his words slurring together."I meant no joke...but it was funny" Anorak told Nightlight."But have you seen a nocturn go..?" he motioned a crazy sign.Nighrlight nodded."Then a mimic is around.." Anorak nodded,"Let's go..try to find this mimic." he said pulling the guardian dragonet close. They both go to find the mimic and run into it,mimicking what appears to be a large Ashscale Opiotaurus.It roared at them and stamped.Geist sat in the trees above laughing at the destruction the mimic caused."This is a show" he laughed eating a few berries.He spit out the seeds."Yexk....how do they eat these things sometimes" he muttered eating another.He watched as Anorak walked in ready to fight."Ruin my party" he warned for no reason."See what happenes.." he giggled. "Acurssed Mimic!Leave this place!" Anorak yelled a thing the mimic.It roared back and Nightlight sheid back on the pearlcatcher."Don't show fear,it builds its magic on that." Anorak warned.The mimic roared as it's form began to shift to that of a Dracene.IT issued at the two.And fled surprisingly."As long as it leaves the forests we'll be fine,I'll have to hunt it down still" Anorak told the dragonling putting him down. Geist hissed from his tree as he followed the idiot mimic,"Turn around you booz!" he yelled at it. And so our story continues till the end,where i think we can guess what happens.(You decided.)
(Don't actually have a few named yet but i just plopped a idea in for now)

Nightlight~The small hatching who may know what's going on,but's too shy to tell
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Geist~The Manical outcast,he enjoys the pain and crazinesss the Mimic's bring.Some say he's been cursed with the madness the Mimics bring the Nocturns
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Anorak~A traveler who has seen this before,and knows what to do to kill the mimics
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Nightlight gazed at the stars,"Is this my fault?" he asked the fireflies bubbling around him."I saw the mimic...no one beloved me.Not until the nocturn went crazy." he mumbled."Nocturne?" Anorak asked peering over the dragonlings shoulder causing Nightlight to jump."Sorry young one" the pearlcatcher hurred in laughter at his reaction."That'snotfunnt!" Nightlight said softly his words slurring together."I meant no joke...but it was funny" Anorak told Nightlight."But have you seen a nocturn go..?" he motioned a crazy sign.Nighrlight nodded."Then a mimic is around.." Anorak nodded,"Let's go..try to find this mimic." he said pulling the guardian dragonet close.

They both go to find the mimic and run into it,mimicking what appears to be a large Ashscale Opiotaurus.It roared at them and stamped.Geist sat in the trees above laughing at the destruction the mimic caused."This is a show" he laughed eating a few berries.He spit out the seeds."Yexk....how do they eat these things sometimes" he muttered eating another.He watched as Anorak walked in ready to fight."Ruin my party" he warned for no reason."See what happenes.." he giggled.

"Acurssed Mimic!Leave this place!" Anorak yelled a thing the mimic.It roared back and Nightlight sheid back on the pearlcatcher."Don't show fear,it builds its magic on that." Anorak warned.The mimic roared as it's form began to shift to that of a Dracene.IT issued at the two.And fled surprisingly."As long as it leaves the forests we'll be fine,I'll have to hunt it down still" Anorak told the dragonling putting him down.

Geist hissed from his tree as he followed the idiot mimic,"Turn around you booz!" he yelled at it.

And so our story continues till the end,where i think we can guess what happens.(You decided.)
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My clan didn't have the same issues with mimics that many others did last year, however with the new discovery of an ancient structure in the desert, the mimics have begun to infiltrate the Wanderer's Haven. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42042078] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/420421/42042078_350.png[/img] [/url] Mimir, a warrior who gave up his eyes to know more about the mysterious ruins discovered outside of the village. He can now use the gem on his forehead to "see" in elemental magics. Everything appears as a fuzzy blob in the color of whatever elemental allegiance the thing's magic has. He suspects there is something off with the ruins, but can't quite place it. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22686714] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/226868/22686714_350.png[/img] [/url] Bali, one of the overseers of the ruins archeological dig, officially dubbed TSE-32. Mimir has dragged her off to the site to try and get her to see that there is something wrong and that the dig should be abandoned. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20018424] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/200185/20018424_350.png[/img] [/url] Iris, the leader of the Wanderer's Haven military. She oversees security for the TSE-32 dig site and so has a lot of contact with the ruins. She is currently under mimic control. ----- "I'm telling you, Bali, there's something there." Mimir's wings hummed in the night air as he led Bali across the desert, his body undulating as he flew. Bali, walking behind him, shook her head. "No there isn't, Mimir. We've checked for signs of large, non-native life many times, and there's nothing. There aren't even any small animals, the fact that it had been buried in sand rather than dirt must have kept the animals from burrowing around it." She stopped for a moment to shake sand out of the fur hanging from one of her front legs. "That may be, but I think there's something else. Something," Mimir paused, thinking of how exactly to describe what he felt in the ruins, "dark. Something that feels like it doesn't belong here." "Thorusofer has said repeatedly that the ruins itself don't belong here at all." Bali shrugged with a sigh. They'd gone over this several times. She looked past Mimir to see the ruins outlined against the rising moon, a few jagged edges of some half fallen down structure sticking up above the otherwise featureless sand dunes. "Whatever it was constructed with is not an element or alloy we have yet come across, so we know that it doesn't belong. But, there's nothing in it. We've looked, all the rooms we've come across are completely empty." "Bali, why can't you just trust me?" Mimir said, exasperated. "I promise I'll show you what-" He cut himself off mid-sentence and the bright green lanterns floating around him dimmed. "What is that? Over to our left?" When he spoke again, his voice was quiet, just able to be heard over the wind whistling across the sand and the cracks of distant thunder. Bali inclined her ears to the left and breathed deeply, taking in the scent. "It's just Iris." She said with a shake of her head. "As long as we stay out of her way we should be fine." "No. Iris is Arcane. Whatever that thing is has a combination of magic." Mimir stopped and hovered in one place, his body spiraling in on itself until he looked like a floating spring. "It looks like... Shadow and something neutral?" Instead of looking directly out into the darkness, Mimir's head was inclined so that he was looking at the ground. However, it meant his gem was pointing at whatever he was "seeing." Bali sniffed the air again, and noticed that there was something off mingled in with Iris's scent. She had a little more of a musty, pungent tang to her than normal. Now, Bali could begin to make out Iris's figure, lit by the lightning that seemed to be moving closer to them. Iris was running towards them, moving unnaturally fast on her little Nocturne legs. "Bali, there's something wrong with her." Mimir said. "I don't know what's going on, but there's something off about her magic." "Do you know what?" Bali asked, her voice trembling a little bit as she watched Lopte get closer. She knew Iris could be dangerous normally, but if something was wrong then she might be even more so. Just then, Iris took to the air and with a few flaps got close enough for Bali to make out her face. Her mouth was open in a snarl, and a deafening thundercrack nearer than any of the others drowned out what was probably a shriek of attack. Bali screamed as Iris dove for Mimir, backpedaling with her wings and stirring up a small storm of sand. Mimir's talons flashed in the light of the lightning as he threw up a wing to block Iris. The two fought, and Bali could see that Iris's eyes were pupiless gray instead of their normal bright pink. "Bali!" Mimir cried between slashes at Iris. He slipped between Iris's wildly thrashing limbs to rake his talons at open patches of flesh. "Go! Bring Doctor Sony!" Without thinking, Bali nodded, even though he couldn't see her, and leapt into the air. The storm that had kept looming closer broke over her back as she flew, pouring buckets of water onto her back and the battle between Mimir and Iris. She could still hear them fighting, Iris mercilessly and Mimir in an attempt to save her, as she flew through the pounding storm to try and bring help.
My clan didn't have the same issues with mimics that many others did last year, however with the new discovery of an ancient structure in the desert, the mimics have begun to infiltrate the Wanderer's Haven.


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Mimir, a warrior who gave up his eyes to know more about the mysterious ruins discovered outside of the village. He can now use the gem on his forehead to "see" in elemental magics. Everything appears as a fuzzy blob in the color of whatever elemental allegiance the thing's magic has. He suspects there is something off with the ruins, but can't quite place it.


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Bali, one of the overseers of the ruins archeological dig, officially dubbed TSE-32. Mimir has dragged her off to the site to try and get her to see that there is something wrong and that the dig should be abandoned.


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Iris, the leader of the Wanderer's Haven military. She oversees security for the TSE-32 dig site and so has a lot of contact with the ruins. She is currently under mimic control.


"I'm telling you, Bali, there's something there." Mimir's wings hummed in the night air as he led Bali across the desert, his body undulating as he flew. Bali, walking behind him, shook her head.

"No there isn't, Mimir. We've checked for signs of large, non-native life many times, and there's nothing. There aren't even any small animals, the fact that it had been buried in sand rather than dirt must have kept the animals from burrowing around it." She stopped for a moment to shake sand out of the fur hanging from one of her front legs.

"That may be, but I think there's something else. Something," Mimir paused, thinking of how exactly to describe what he felt in the ruins, "dark. Something that feels like it doesn't belong here."

"Thorusofer has said repeatedly that the ruins itself don't belong here at all." Bali shrugged with a sigh. They'd gone over this several times. She looked past Mimir to see the ruins outlined against the rising moon, a few jagged edges of some half fallen down structure sticking up above the otherwise featureless sand dunes. "Whatever it was constructed with is not an element or alloy we have yet come across, so we know that it doesn't belong. But, there's nothing in it. We've looked, all the rooms we've come across are completely empty."

"Bali, why can't you just trust me?" Mimir said, exasperated. "I promise I'll show you what-" He cut himself off mid-sentence and the bright green lanterns floating around him dimmed. "What is that? Over to our left?" When he spoke again, his voice was quiet, just able to be heard over the wind whistling across the sand and the cracks of distant thunder. Bali inclined her ears to the left and breathed deeply, taking in the scent.

"It's just Iris." She said with a shake of her head. "As long as we stay out of her way we should be fine."

"No. Iris is Arcane. Whatever that thing is has a combination of magic." Mimir stopped and hovered in one place, his body spiraling in on itself until he looked like a floating spring. "It looks like... Shadow and something neutral?" Instead of looking directly out into the darkness, Mimir's head was inclined so that he was looking at the ground. However, it meant his gem was pointing at whatever he was "seeing." Bali sniffed the air again, and noticed that there was something off mingled in with Iris's scent. She had a little more of a musty, pungent tang to her than normal. Now, Bali could begin to make out Iris's figure, lit by the lightning that seemed to be moving closer to them. Iris was running towards them, moving unnaturally fast on her little Nocturne legs.

"Bali, there's something wrong with her." Mimir said. "I don't know what's going on, but there's something off about her magic."

"Do you know what?" Bali asked, her voice trembling a little bit as she watched Lopte get closer. She knew Iris could be dangerous normally, but if something was wrong then she might be even more so. Just then, Iris took to the air and with a few flaps got close enough for Bali to make out her face. Her mouth was open in a snarl, and a deafening thundercrack nearer than any of the others drowned out what was probably a shriek of attack. Bali screamed as Iris dove for Mimir, backpedaling with her wings and stirring up a small storm of sand. Mimir's talons flashed in the light of the lightning as he threw up a wing to block Iris. The two fought, and Bali could see that Iris's eyes were pupiless gray instead of their normal bright pink.

"Bali!" Mimir cried between slashes at Iris. He slipped between Iris's wildly thrashing limbs to rake his talons at open patches of flesh. "Go! Bring Doctor Sony!" Without thinking, Bali nodded, even though he couldn't see her, and leapt into the air. The storm that had kept looming closer broke over her back as she flew, pouring buckets of water onto her back and the battle between Mimir and Iris. She could still hear them fighting, Iris mercilessly and Mimir in an attempt to save her, as she flew through the pounding storm to try and bring help.
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[center][size=5]Meet the Team![/size][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/183522/18352149p.png[/img][nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43489605][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/434897/43489605p.png[/img][/url] [center][i]The Inventor[/i][/center][nextcol] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/183522/18352149p.png[/img][nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44349725][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/443498/44349725p.png[/img][/url] [center][i]The Writer[/i][/center][nextcol] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/183522/18352149p.png[/img][nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45308122][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/453082/45308122p.png[/img][/url][center][i]The Surgeon[/i][/center][nextcol] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/183522/18352149p.png[/img][/columns] ----------- [center]WIP[/center]
Meet the Team!
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The Inventor
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The Writer
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The Surgeon
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WIP
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[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38079857] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/380799/38079857_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][b]Carpo,[/b] resident librarian and bookbinder. She's an excellent source of information - and she keeps little Auguste's journal in good shape.[/columns] [columns]This is [b]Obscura[/b], the Shadow Ambassador and local troublemaker. She's also the only one who seems to be entirely aware of Auguste's predicament - and the only one who can keep Auguste in a stable state long enough for the little dragon to do anything more than cause a cold breeze.[nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40566010] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/405661/40566010_350.png[/img] [/url][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44085721] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/440858/44085721_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol]And finally - although it may seem counterintuitive to bring along a Nocturne to deal with something that targets Nocturnes - [b]Auguste[/b], one of several residing spectres. She possesses a... unique gift[/columns] ----- [center]Carpo lifted a delicate claw, feeling of her throat where the small Nocturne October had tried (and failed) to strangle her; were she possessed of any darker humor, she might've laughed at the attempt. Being an imperial made it hard for any dragon other than a fellow imperial or a ridgeback to strangle her. As it was, she found no comedy in their predicament, unlike the shadowy imperial standing nearby. Obscura snickered, peering at October's slumbering form. "This mimic isn't gonna have much luck," she rumbled in her soft voice; Carpo had always thought Obscura's voice sounded like a gentle autumn breeze rustling fallen leaves. It certainly didn't suit the rowdy troublemaker. to be continued[/center]

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Carpo, resident librarian and bookbinder. She's an excellent source of information - and she keeps little Auguste's journal in good shape.
This is Obscura, the Shadow Ambassador and local troublemaker. She's also the only one who seems to be entirely aware of Auguste's predicament - and the only one who can keep Auguste in a stable state long enough for the little dragon to do anything more than cause a cold breeze.
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And finally - although it may seem counterintuitive to bring along a Nocturne to deal with something that targets Nocturnes - Auguste, one of several residing spectres. She possesses a... unique gift

Carpo lifted a delicate claw, feeling of her throat where the small Nocturne October had tried (and failed) to strangle her; were she possessed of any darker humor, she might've laughed at the attempt. Being an imperial made it hard for any dragon other than a fellow imperial or a ridgeback to strangle her.

As it was, she found no comedy in their predicament, unlike the shadowy imperial standing nearby.

Obscura snickered, peering at October's slumbering form. "This mimic isn't gonna have much luck," she rumbled in her soft voice; Carpo had always thought Obscura's voice sounded like a gentle autumn breeze rustling fallen leaves. It certainly didn't suit the rowdy troublemaker.

to be continued
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23387509] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/233876/23387509_350.png[/img] [/url] Due to odd circumstances, Scourge was raised outside of the continent. She has a much harsher view on life than most dragons, hence her name. She is competent with strategy and is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goal. That being said she does have a caring side to her as her wife, two husbands, and child will attest to. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17889246] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/178893/17889246_350.png[/img] [/url] Vergere is the head of the Yun-Harla Department. She is extremely gifted in magic. Though she prefers to spend her time studying, she is more than willing to fight. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22243118] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/222432/22243118_350.png[/img] [/url] Max uses her ability to rewind time to spy for Seitou. ------------------------------ Due to the subtle manipulations of Vornz, Alexander Isaacs was blamed for the start of the downfall. Before the clan could right itself again, hardly anything remained of the clan. They are able to find the mimic. While the main suspect would be Vornz, it was not him. Instead it was Selene who had recently returned from a scouting expedition. With Scourge's ruthlessness and Vergere's magical abilities, they were able to bring the mimic down. And it shouldn't be left out how Max's abilities were more than helpful than a few key instances.

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Due to odd circumstances, Scourge was raised outside of the continent. She has a much harsher view on life than most dragons, hence her name. She is competent with strategy and is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goal. That being said she does have a caring side to her as her wife, two husbands, and child will attest to.

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Vergere is the head of the Yun-Harla Department. She is extremely gifted in magic. Though she prefers to spend her time studying, she is more than willing to fight.

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Max uses her ability to rewind time to spy for Seitou.
Due to the subtle manipulations of Vornz, Alexander Isaacs was blamed for the start of the downfall. Before the clan could right itself again, hardly anything remained of the clan.

They are able to find the mimic. While the main suspect would be Vornz, it was not him. Instead it was Selene who had recently returned from a scouting expedition.

With Scourge's ruthlessness and Vergere's magical abilities, they were able to bring the mimic down. And it shouldn't be left out how Max's abilities were more than helpful than a few key instances.
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[center][size=2]The three star dragons are [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=37632&tab=dragon&did=40976452]Lisianthus[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=37632&tab=dragon&did=1562648]Galena[/url], and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=37632&tab=dragon&did=40286202]Cercis[/url]. I'm only including pictures of the first two because I want to use a picture of the enthralled Nocturne later, but I'm putting in links at least! These three are one of the November Nightfall Sanctuary's adventuring teams, and they are returning to find the castle in an unusual state.[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40976452][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/409765/40976452_350.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1562648][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/15627/1562648_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [rule] "Dears, you need to sleep. It is so, so late. So dark. So cold." The [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=37632&tab=dragon&did=1005745]lavender elder Coatl's[/url] eyes were different, and so was her voice, both bearing and eerie greenish tinge. There was no chill wind flowing through the Sanctuary's grand main hall, yet the beautiful new gossamer gown that Opal wore drifted as if some soundless ethereal breeze were localized to her own space and no other. She approached over the velvet floor, her steps slow but aggressive, bearing down on the trio of dragons - Lisianthus, Galena, and Cercis. "You've traveled so long, it's time to rest, dears. You're so tired." Her words were not untrue, but they grew sinister when the three companions' eyes fell upon the many softly breathing shapes of silent, sleeping dragons and beastfolk, nestled into the cushions that served as the hall's seats, swathed in blankets and scarves that all seemed far too wide awake. "Sleep, please. Sleep." Her magic was stronger than their wills, and even as they tried to back away from her, their feet wouldn't move. The fluttering of their hearts lifted to their eyelids, and their heads began to nod. Some of the silks that were hung as decorations began swaying in the impalpable breeze. Just as they were almost lost to the magical sleep, a silver serpentine shape crackled into existence in front of them, blinking bright pink eyes along it's entire twisting form. "Ssssstay awake, run!" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=37632&tab=dragon&did=1275562]Selenite [/url]hissed. "The Sssanctuary iss under an enchantment that I know not the sssource of. You may yet find it, but you mussst leave. Run! The [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=37632&tab=dragon&did=40213919]Nocturne, Dicentra[/url] escaped to the Lighthouse, I have an inkling he may have an inkling about what'sss going on." Pink light sparked, and the three were suddenly wide awake again. "Selenite, you would betray me like this? Don't you remember who I am?" Opal's voice was an icy purr, but even more shocking was that she would try to leverage her position in such a way. Selenite's form crackled as he tried to escape between realms, but the fractures left his form and he was whole, something the dragons had never once seen. Every single eye widened, and he gazed at Opal with them. Then they began to drift close and his erratic form started to become still. "But why?" Cercis said, crestfallen at seeing one of her heroes trying to do harm to the Sanctuary's denizens. Lisianthus opened his dark wings to usher the others towards the door. "you heard Selenite, [i]run.[/i]" [center] ~~~ [/center] "So, Shadowsong said that the Nocturnes were responsible. We don't have a lot of Nocturnes in the Sanctuary, do we?" Lisianthus said. "Bergamot used to be one!" Cercis piped up. "But he would never," "I'm pretty sure I saw him asleep on a pile of scrolls in there." "You did?! Oh dear." Cercis began to twist herself up in concern. "We need to stop this. We need to. I may never see him again if we don't." "Well, that only leaves Amaranth." Lisianthus mused, and glanced back at Galena, who was gazing quietly out at the sea beyond the lighthouse. They didn't even make it all the way there before the very serious Dicentra swooped in, and began [i]laughing[/i], pointing at his decadent new silk scarf. He's asleep now too, just like everyone else. Lisianthus couldn't help but wonder if Opal was, in some strange uncharacteristic way, trying to help. She had to think she was doing the right thing -- even in a compromised state he couldn't imagine her harming a soul without good reason. "Then we find Amaranth!" Cercis squeaked, barely able to talk amidst her tangled fear. Lisianthus isn't used to seeing her afraid, but to be fair, they're all used to fighting monsters, not their friends. Or dealing with enchantments. Cercis dashed off to Galena, said something, and dashed back past Lisianthus with the Tundra following. Lisianthus tried to follow as well, but something was wrong. When he tried to move his legs, the fabric of his new suit -- the gorgeous white coat Amaranth had made for him right before he left on his most recent quest with the other two -- tightened around the arms, and the threads felt like daggers. Oh no. He watched Cercis and Galena move into the forest mist, and tried to call out to them, but his voice wouldn't come to him. Try as he might, he couldn't move or shout for help. His vision started swimming in front of him. Cercis and Galena noticed almost right away that their comrade wasn't with them, but it was too late. They both ran back to where they last saw him, but the elegant Pearlcatcher was nowhere to be found. They called out his name, searched for an hour or two, but there weren't even footprints to follow past the place he was last standing. "Oh no oh no oh no oh no" Cercis couldn't stop saying it, and found her tail knotted up in worry and tripped over it. "Oh no," "It's okay Cercis," Galena said, but she wasn't sure she was convinced herself. "Lisianthus can take care of himself, I'm sure he's fine." "Oh no," "Please, just take a few breaths, we have to stay calm to handle this. I can carry you if you need to rest a bit?" Cercis looked at the jagged shards of ice that covered her fur, and rapidly shook her head. "No offense, but you're spiky. It's okay. I'm okay. We can do this." "No offense taken." Galena replied in her frigid, but friendly, calm. They both looked towards the looming shape of the Sanctuary's castle. Knowing that Opal had the entryway locked down, they moved towards the back, but stopped when they saw glowing eyes in the greenhouse. It could be a friend, but who could tell between friend and foe when the entire Sanctuary is acting odd? "No worries," Galena said. "I know a secret way in, through the tunnels." Galena turned towards the mountains, and Cercis followed as the flightless Tundra led the Spiral through her underground network. Once in the castle, they slinked silently by the form of Opal, whose eyes were closed and head bowed as if in prayer. Her cloak still drifted, though the air was still. They made their way into the Sanctuary's upper floor, towards Amaranth's Costume Parlor. The curtains in the parlor's doorway were drawn aside, tied up by a sparkling ribbon, welcoming them in. They walked through the accomodating, brightly lit threshhold, trying to be as stealthy as possible. They saw Amaranth at her sewing table across the room, lifting up a horrifying hooded cloak that looked similar to the odd cape she was wearing over her own shoulders. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40271229] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/402713/40271229_350.png[/img][/url][/center] "This is the best one yet," The shining rose Nocturne croons in a whispered, sing-song voice as she holds up the eerie garment. Cercis wanted to object, but she couldn't help but admit that there was some otherworldly beauty in the evil-looking thing. The fabric shimmered with a swirling pattern, and was set with glittering jewels. But something about it was wrong. It seemed to be looking at her. Galena couldn't stop herself from speaking; "Amaranth?" Cercis waved at her to be quiet, but it was too late. Amaranth whipped around with a gasp, and the invisibility spell seemed to have broken when Galena spoke. "Oh! I didn't even seen you come in! I've been so busy... Welcome, welcome, to my Parlor my friend!" She bowed. Her tone was perhaps a little more shimmery and giddy than usual, but otherwise she was acting just as she always had. "Do you need help with anything? Oh, Galena, you really should wear some clothes. Ice and chains are only in style at the Fortress of Ends." Galena scoffed. "You always say that." And that's what was weird - that the Nocturne wasn't acting weird. "Are you aware of what's going on right now?" "Aware? Aware of what? Nothing is happening. I've just been in here all day, working on my latest masterpiece." Amaranth hummed. "And I dare say, it's my best yet, inspired by my most recent acquisition." The Nocturne twirled to show off her violet cape, which took a little too long to float back down and rest back in place when she stopped. It was tied with a silver rope, and the golden gems on the collar seemed to follow the two newcomers. Galena shivered, and it wasn't the cold. Galena was the one who brought back that cape and gifted it to the bright young tailor. "Oh, Galena, you should try this on! Since you're the one who gave me the inspiration!" Amaranth beamed as she held up her creation. "No, no I won't." Galena said, and it wrenched her heart to see the rosy Nocturne's face fall when she said it. "I can't. There's something wrong, and that cloak may be to blame. Perhaps you should give the one you're wearing back to me." "What? What's wrong with you? Why would you ask that? You're the one acting odd!" The Nocturne's voice was still bright, but beginning to fill with fear. "I've cherished nothing in my life like I've cherished this cloak. Nobody has ever given me a better gift. And you want to take it back?" As tears sparkled in the corners of Amaranth's eyes, Galena couldn't be more sure that the mimic to blame was wrapped around her friend's shoulders. "Amaranth, you have to understand, the Sanctuary's been cursed and nobody is acting like themselves. Opal's put almost everyone to sleep downstairs. Lisianthus disappeared. Dicentra tried to kill me! We were told by a Nocturne named Shadowsong that there is a mimic manipulating one of our Nocturnes, and it's not Dicentra, he's asleep too." "No, no, it cannot be. You say nobody is acting like themselves, how do I know you aren't cursed yourself?" Amaranth's voice trembled. Galena sighed and looked at Cercis. The spiral, in response, darted immediately towards the cord at Amaranth's throat. The Nocturned screamed in terror as the still invisible spiral tugged at the strings around her throat. And in that moment, the shadows lurking outside of the Parlor's doorway leaped in. They were dressed in white stripes and a white tuxedo. "Lisianthus!" Galena shouted in joy, but that joy turned to horror as Lisianthus lunged at her with a blood-curdling, dry roar. "Leave her alone, you beasts!" He shouted. His eyes were wide but clouded, his pupils large and dark, and his voice hoarse. "Leave the Sanctuary, mimic!" As he growled, Amaranth's eyes flicked to him. His spell was broken as well. Galena was frozen in shock. Mimic? She wasn't the mimic! She didn't know how to react when Lisianthus, her friend, coated his claws with icy breath and slashed at her. "Galena, no!" Cercis cried out, and left her attempts to recover the mimic cape to help the despondent Tundra. Lisianthus bared frenzied teeth at her and hissed. His suit split open into several toothy grins of its own. Amaranth had grown silent. She couldn't believe her eyes, watching one of her starry models lose his decorum like this. She didn't know if that was weirder than watching her own work smile at her as he did it. She watched Galena wince as frozen teeth clamped down, and watched Cercis try in vain to pull the brawny Pearlcatcher away. Amaranth trusted her friends. She trusted her friends. They wouldn't lie to her. [i]But they attack each other,[/i] a disembodied voice whispered in her ear. She trusts her friends. They're the ones who have always been there for her. She trusts them. Shaking claws rose to the cape's silver ties. [i]No.... don't leave me. They don't care for you like I do.[/i] No, it can't be true. Even when they are not themselves, it was just to protect her. She heard what Lisianthus said. Galena's not a mimic. Her hands faltered. She couldn't do it, she couldn't harm this treasure, this treasured gift from Galena... perhaps this isn't actually Galena? As her hands drifted back down, she suddenly heard a beautiful song float through her head, words like the plucked strings of a harp. Amaranth listened to this celestial song for a long moment as time seemed to freeze. The strength to pull the cape off welled up in her with the crescendo of notes. She struggled to undo the cape, and it fought against her, tried to cover her eyes and wrest her hands away, but eventually she tore it off and threw it to the side. [i]No.....[/i] The cape's voice caused an immense feeling of loss to wash over her, but she stood stalwart against the wave of emotion. She watched the cape float up. So did the one she made. No, it can't be, she didn't weave any enchantments into it.... Did she? She looked at the cape, and then at her embattled friends. She knew what she had to do. There's no one who can get the best of clothes like a tailor can. [center]~~~[/center]
The three star dragons are Lisianthus, Galena, and Cercis. I'm only including pictures of the first two because I want to use a picture of the enthralled Nocturne later, but I'm putting in links at least! These three are one of the November Nightfall Sanctuary's adventuring teams, and they are returning to find the castle in an unusual state.

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"Dears, you need to sleep. It is so, so late. So dark. So cold." The lavender elder Coatl's eyes were different, and so was her voice, both bearing and eerie greenish tinge. There was no chill wind flowing through the Sanctuary's grand main hall, yet the beautiful new gossamer gown that Opal wore drifted as if some soundless ethereal breeze were localized to her own space and no other.

She approached over the velvet floor, her steps slow but aggressive, bearing down on the trio of dragons - Lisianthus, Galena, and Cercis. "You've traveled so long, it's time to rest, dears. You're so tired."

Her words were not untrue, but they grew sinister when the three companions' eyes fell upon the many softly breathing shapes of silent, sleeping dragons and beastfolk, nestled into the cushions that served as the hall's seats, swathed in blankets and scarves that all seemed far too wide awake.

"Sleep, please. Sleep."

Her magic was stronger than their wills, and even as they tried to back away from her, their feet wouldn't move. The fluttering of their hearts lifted to their eyelids, and their heads began to nod. Some of the silks that were hung as decorations began swaying in the impalpable breeze.

Just as they were almost lost to the magical sleep, a silver serpentine shape crackled into existence in front of them, blinking bright pink eyes along it's entire twisting form. "Ssssstay awake, run!" Selenite hissed. "The Sssanctuary iss under an enchantment that I know not the sssource of. You may yet find it, but you mussst leave. Run! The Nocturne, Dicentra escaped to the Lighthouse, I have an inkling he may have an inkling about what'sss going on."

Pink light sparked, and the three were suddenly wide awake again. "Selenite, you would betray me like this? Don't you remember who I am?" Opal's voice was an icy purr, but even more shocking was that she would try to leverage her position in such a way. Selenite's form crackled as he tried to escape between realms, but the fractures left his form and he was whole, something the dragons had never once seen. Every single eye widened, and he gazed at Opal with them. Then they began to drift close and his erratic form started to become still.

"But why?" Cercis said, crestfallen at seeing one of her heroes trying to do harm to the Sanctuary's denizens. Lisianthus opened his dark wings to usher the others towards the door. "you heard Selenite, run."
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"So, Shadowsong said that the Nocturnes were responsible. We don't have a lot of Nocturnes in the Sanctuary, do we?" Lisianthus said.

"Bergamot used to be one!" Cercis piped up. "But he would never,"

"I'm pretty sure I saw him asleep on a pile of scrolls in there."

"You did?! Oh dear." Cercis began to twist herself up in concern. "We need to stop this. We need to. I may never see him again if we don't."

"Well, that only leaves Amaranth." Lisianthus mused, and glanced back at Galena, who was gazing quietly out at the sea beyond the lighthouse. They didn't even make it all the way there before the very serious Dicentra swooped in, and began laughing, pointing at his decadent new silk scarf. He's asleep now too, just like everyone else. Lisianthus couldn't help but wonder if Opal was, in some strange uncharacteristic way, trying to help. She had to think she was doing the right thing -- even in a compromised state he couldn't imagine her harming a soul without good reason.

"Then we find Amaranth!" Cercis squeaked, barely able to talk amidst her tangled fear. Lisianthus isn't used to seeing her afraid, but to be fair, they're all used to fighting monsters, not their friends. Or dealing with enchantments.

Cercis dashed off to Galena, said something, and dashed back past Lisianthus with the Tundra following. Lisianthus tried to follow as well, but something was wrong. When he tried to move his legs, the fabric of his new suit -- the gorgeous white coat Amaranth had made for him right before he left on his most recent quest with the other two -- tightened around the arms, and the threads felt like daggers. Oh no. He watched Cercis and Galena move into the forest mist, and tried to call out to them, but his voice wouldn't come to him. Try as he might, he couldn't move or shout for help. His vision started swimming in front of him.

Cercis and Galena noticed almost right away that their comrade wasn't with them, but it was too late. They both ran back to where they last saw him, but the elegant Pearlcatcher was nowhere to be found. They called out his name, searched for an hour or two, but there weren't even footprints to follow past the place he was last standing.

"Oh no oh no oh no oh no" Cercis couldn't stop saying it, and found her tail knotted up in worry and tripped over it. "Oh no,"

"It's okay Cercis," Galena said, but she wasn't sure she was convinced herself. "Lisianthus can take care of himself, I'm sure he's fine." "Oh no," "Please, just take a few breaths, we have to stay calm to handle this. I can carry you if you need to rest a bit?"

Cercis looked at the jagged shards of ice that covered her fur, and rapidly shook her head. "No offense, but you're spiky. It's okay. I'm okay. We can do this."

"No offense taken." Galena replied in her frigid, but friendly, calm. They both looked towards the looming shape of the Sanctuary's castle. Knowing that Opal had the entryway locked down, they moved towards the back, but stopped when they saw glowing eyes in the greenhouse. It could be a friend, but who could tell between friend and foe when the entire Sanctuary is acting odd? "No worries," Galena said. "I know a secret way in, through the tunnels." Galena turned towards the mountains, and Cercis followed as the flightless Tundra led the Spiral through her underground network. Once in the castle, they slinked silently by the form of Opal, whose eyes were closed and head bowed as if in prayer. Her cloak still drifted, though the air was still.

They made their way into the Sanctuary's upper floor, towards Amaranth's Costume Parlor. The curtains in the parlor's doorway were drawn aside, tied up by a sparkling ribbon, welcoming them in. They walked through the accomodating, brightly lit threshhold, trying to be as stealthy as possible. They saw Amaranth at her sewing table across the room, lifting up a horrifying hooded cloak that looked similar to the odd cape she was wearing over her own shoulders.

"This is the best one yet," The shining rose Nocturne croons in a whispered, sing-song voice as she holds up the eerie garment. Cercis wanted to object, but she couldn't help but admit that there was some otherworldly beauty in the evil-looking thing. The fabric shimmered with a swirling pattern, and was set with glittering jewels. But something about it was wrong. It seemed to be looking at her.

Galena couldn't stop herself from speaking; "Amaranth?"

Cercis waved at her to be quiet, but it was too late. Amaranth whipped around with a gasp, and the invisibility spell seemed to have broken when Galena spoke.

"Oh! I didn't even seen you come in! I've been so busy... Welcome, welcome, to my Parlor my friend!" She bowed. Her tone was perhaps a little more shimmery and giddy than usual, but otherwise she was acting just as she always had. "Do you need help with anything? Oh, Galena, you really should wear some clothes. Ice and chains are only in style at the Fortress of Ends."

Galena scoffed. "You always say that." And that's what was weird - that the Nocturne wasn't acting weird. "Are you aware of what's going on right now?"

"Aware? Aware of what? Nothing is happening. I've just been in here all day, working on my latest masterpiece." Amaranth hummed. "And I dare say, it's my best yet, inspired by my most recent acquisition." The Nocturne twirled to show off her violet cape, which took a little too long to float back down and rest back in place when she stopped. It was tied with a silver rope, and the golden gems on the collar seemed to follow the two newcomers. Galena shivered, and it wasn't the cold. Galena was the one who brought back that cape and gifted it to the bright young tailor.

"Oh, Galena, you should try this on! Since you're the one who gave me the inspiration!" Amaranth beamed as she held up her creation.

"No, no I won't." Galena said, and it wrenched her heart to see the rosy Nocturne's face fall when she said it. "I can't. There's something wrong, and that cloak may be to blame. Perhaps you should give the one you're wearing back to me."

"What? What's wrong with you? Why would you ask that? You're the one acting odd!" The Nocturne's voice was still bright, but beginning to fill with fear. "I've cherished nothing in my life like I've cherished this cloak. Nobody has ever given me a better gift. And you want to take it back?" As tears sparkled in the corners of Amaranth's eyes, Galena couldn't be more sure that the mimic to blame was wrapped around her friend's shoulders.

"Amaranth, you have to understand, the Sanctuary's been cursed and nobody is acting like themselves. Opal's put almost everyone to sleep downstairs. Lisianthus disappeared. Dicentra tried to kill me! We were told by a Nocturne named Shadowsong that there is a mimic manipulating one of our Nocturnes, and it's not Dicentra, he's asleep too."

"No, no, it cannot be. You say nobody is acting like themselves, how do I know you aren't cursed yourself?" Amaranth's voice trembled. Galena sighed and looked at Cercis. The spiral, in response, darted immediately towards the cord at Amaranth's throat. The Nocturned screamed in terror as the still invisible spiral tugged at the strings around her throat.

And in that moment, the shadows lurking outside of the Parlor's doorway leaped in. They were dressed in white stripes and a white tuxedo.

"Lisianthus!" Galena shouted in joy, but that joy turned to horror as Lisianthus lunged at her with a blood-curdling, dry roar. "Leave her alone, you beasts!" He shouted. His eyes were wide but clouded, his pupils large and dark, and his voice hoarse. "Leave the Sanctuary, mimic!" As he growled, Amaranth's eyes flicked to him. His spell was broken as well.

Galena was frozen in shock. Mimic? She wasn't the mimic! She didn't know how to react when Lisianthus, her friend, coated his claws with icy breath and slashed at her. "Galena, no!" Cercis cried out, and left her attempts to recover the mimic cape to help the despondent Tundra. Lisianthus bared frenzied teeth at her and hissed. His suit split open into several toothy grins of its own.

Amaranth had grown silent. She couldn't believe her eyes, watching one of her starry models lose his decorum like this. She didn't know if that was weirder than watching her own work smile at her as he did it. She watched Galena wince as frozen teeth clamped down, and watched Cercis try in vain to pull the brawny Pearlcatcher away.

Amaranth trusted her friends. She trusted her friends. They wouldn't lie to her.

But they attack each other, a disembodied voice whispered in her ear.

She trusts her friends. They're the ones who have always been there for her. She trusts them. Shaking claws rose to the cape's silver ties. No.... don't leave me. They don't care for you like I do.

No, it can't be true. Even when they are not themselves, it was just to protect her. She heard what Lisianthus said. Galena's not a mimic. Her hands faltered. She couldn't do it, she couldn't harm this treasure, this treasured gift from Galena... perhaps this isn't actually Galena?

As her hands drifted back down, she suddenly heard a beautiful song float through her head, words like the plucked strings of a harp. Amaranth listened to this celestial song for a long moment as time seemed to freeze. The strength to pull the cape off welled up in her with the crescendo of notes. She struggled to undo the cape, and it fought against her, tried to cover her eyes and wrest her hands away, but eventually she tore it off and threw it to the side. No..... The cape's voice caused an immense feeling of loss to wash over her, but she stood stalwart against the wave of emotion. She watched the cape float up. So did the one she made. No, it can't be, she didn't weave any enchantments into it....

Did she?

She looked at the cape, and then at her embattled friends. She knew what she had to do. There's no one who can get the best of clothes like a tailor can.
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Nonna was asleep. Bubbles drifted from her maw, rising up from the depths of the lair. She did not have peace like this for quite some time, and therefore, was enjoying it while she could. All peace, though, must come to an end.

The Waveswell Sorcerer made his way to the sleeping dragon. He knew she would be upset when she woke, but his discovery needed to be announced.
"Nonna, madame, wake. Tidelord has much to say. You must wake! You must decipher this."

Sediment rose as the dragon tossed and turned. A low growl emitted from her. No sleep for the defenders of the clan. Her eyelids opened. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the depths. Once they focus, Nonna took note of the bubble, like a circular transparent crystal, held by the Sorcerer. Gently, she took the bubble from him.
"From the Tidelord?"
"Presumably."
"Hmmm."

Nonna ran a talon over the bubble, barely touching the object, and focused her eyes on it. Though it was only seconds, it seemed like eons passed as the dragoness focused her energy and thought. She closed her eyes and entered a dream-like state. In the fashion of a movie, pictures sprung up in her mind. Darkness. Blood. Rampage. Some strange whispers drifted through her dreams, tainting the clan's minds, driving all dragons insane. All, except the Nocts. Specifically, Nexus. Nexus attempting to slash the throats of her clan mates. Nexus, diving down from the sky with blood lust in her eyes. And...a spirit...a spirit attached to her.

Nonna violently pulled out of the vision, dropping the bubble. It vanished the second it left her talons. "I must go to the surface. There is an intruder in our clan." With that, she swam in a circular motion, creating a vortex that jettisoned her up to the surface of the water..

Emri was locked in a head to head battle with Nexus. Both traded blows in tandem. No matter what strategy she used, Emri felt she wouldn't gain on the Nocturne. She switch to a defensive position as Nonna rose to the surface.
"Nonna! It's Nexus, she's...she's not right!"

Nonna hovered over the water's surface. She eyed the small battleground before her. Nexus looked her way, then returned to Emri, watching her every move. Both dragons were in defensive positions. A snarl was on Nexus's face. Her motions were erratic, tense, as if she was in great pain. She roared, as if taunting Emri to make a move.
"What do I do, Nonna?"

"Keep her occupied. I will handle the entity that possesses her."
The sorcerer came up to the surface. He had several items for Nonna to use against the mimic. He called out to her, "Nonna, these may be of use to you!"

Nexus turned her attention to the pair. She let out a growl, to which the Wildclaw responded with an attack. With haste, Nonna gathered the items, crafting what she could in the small time allotted. Emri wailed in pain. It appeared, she could not put up a fight much longer. Nonna let out a vicious roar.

Nexus turned and released Emri. Nonna roared a second time. At this, Nexus charged toward her in the sky.
"Entity! Begone! This clan will not fall to you!"

Nonna allowed Nexus to tackle her into the water. Nonna gripped the Nocturne's neck with one hand, her crafted item clutched in the other. Feeling the water around her, her eyes searched for the entity attached to the Noct. There. On her side, by her wing. Nonna made her move, pushing Nexus's head further into the water, a place which she had an advantage. She pulled her item close to the mimic, and uttered a few words. Within seconds, the mimic was captured in a bubble.

With the spell broken, Nexus passed out and began to sink. Knowing the threat to be placated, Nonna dove to save her friend and clan mate.

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