Ask the Mystics
An Interactive Lore Exercise
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Welcome one and all to my Ask the Mystics lore exercise! This thread has seen some steady action and I really enjoyed interacting with everyone's characters so far. However this thread has seen some revision since the last session. I felt that this thread, while fun, wasn't showcasing as much of my clan as I liked. So my solution was to revise and update the prompt.
The main idea remains the same in that your characters interact with mine. It is best to approach my mystics with dragons that have lore. However I ask that anyone participating in this thread carefully reads my prompt and observes my thread rules.
The Rules
To Preserve My Sanity
1. No need to ping me. I am following the thread.
2. Come into this with a thick skin. The mystics will tell dragons things that they need to hear, not what they want.
3. There must be a real dragon connected to the interaction post. Any dragons that do not have a connection to a dragon in the lair of the user asking the question are assumed to be attempting to blind the Mystics and will be dismissed for improper conduct.
4. Do not add in additional characters after the session has started. This interrupts the reading! The dragons that appear in your first introduction post, are the only ones that I will acknowledge.
5. Do not waste my time with trivial questions. I am taking this seriously and it is insulting to me as an author to have someone come in and ask "What's for lunch?" It sends the message to me that you do not appreciate my time and effort. Plain and simple, I will ignore you!
6. There is no strict posting order. I will do my best to answer everyone that comes by however I do reserve the right to skip or to decline having my mystics answer. I may not feel inspired by your post or in the mood, I am human after all. Please respect that. If I am skipping over your post that you've made with thought in it, out of respect for your effort I will do my best to notify you.
7. All participants are returned to their correct time at the end of the session regardless of how the session went.
8. If you have any questions, PM me. A translation of Jason's difficult to understand speech pattern is provided in brackets beside his dialogue.
You are more than welcome to record anything from interacting with the Mystics in your dragon's bio.
Without further ado let's get started!
The Prompt
Your Destiny Lies Beyond!
The ground makes no sound when tread upon. Mists swirl silent along the endless grey horizon. There is nothing behind save for the fading golden aura of some jagged line, as if some dragon took a claw and ripped the air only for it to begin healing. The sensation of emptiness faded as quickly as cold water woke a sleeping Ashscale Ophiotaurus. In the blink of an eye, a soft breeze rustled the bright blue leaves of the Starwood Strand trees and the sound of a babbling brook was not too distant.
Off to the right was a large Guardian male, the runic designs upon his scales and horns glowed with the same gentle hue as his eyes. When his eyes lifted from what he was doing, it was as if eternity stared back. There were no discernible pupils to distinguish from his irises.
His jaws shifted and a soft rumble came from deep in his throat, "This will be the forty-second visitor that passed through the rift..."
A new masculine voice echoed from nearby, "You won't close the rift?"
The new voice belonged to a male Skydancer in regal garb. His handsome face was marred by a scar that originated from beneath his left eye and continued down like a vein in stone. The male Skydancer's faceted gaze was fixed on the Guardian with a fierce furrow of his brow.
The Guardian's brow creased and his voice carried a hint of a growl, "I won't let innocents suffer at my... reactionary response..."
Before the regal Skydancer could answer, an Imperial male that had been flanking the Skydancer spoke with an almost indiscernible rumble. "Roigh'? Oi do no' reckon no Greybeak Reaper rips... er.." ["Right? I do not reckon no coward rips..."]
The Guardian supplied with a sigh, "The Tempus Vell."
The Imperial nodded. "Roigh' barrel o' fungus 'ere. You cawed destroying a Shadebeas' by ripping a 'ole in toime a reactionary response?" ["Right nonsense here. You called destroying a Shadebeast by ripping a hole in time a reactionary response?"]
The Skydancer sighed. "Fine, I understand your point Aeterna'Tempus. Will you be able to fix it now?"
Aeterna'Tempus shook his head. "I'm sorry Arcyng, not with the company standing right on the rupture site. Jason, can you show our company where they need to go?"
The Imperial, named Jason, cast a glance at the Skydancer Arcyng. Arcyng gave a small nod. Arcyng murmured, "May as well give the offer... Oh wait..."
Jason bowed his head combined with a salute. "Roigh', your 'ighness." ["Right, your highness."]
Jason turned his golden gaze toward a patch of green meadow between the skeletal white trunks. "You go' a chance to ask a Mystic from me clan a question. Makes me fink abou' Albino Dashahs. Fun game, am oi roigh'? Run over yondah meadow and jus' roar one o' free fings: deep pas', back 'ome, or I'm a maggo' and I wan' stay!" ["You got a chance to ask a Mystic from my clan a question. Makes me think about Albino Dashers. Fun game, am I right? Run over yonder meadow and just roar one of three things: deep past, back home, or I'm a maggot and I want to stay!"]
Arcyng barked, "Jason!"
|The time to choose has come...|
Choose one of three options:
"Deep past!" - Titan Age, at the beginning of modern species evolving and ancient species disappearing.
"Back home!" - New Age, current Sornieth but will be transported to the Crystal Spire's entrance.
"I'm a maggot!" - Pantheon Age, will stay with Acryng, Jason, and Aeterna'Tempus to ask them a question. Approximately a century or so before the Bounty of the Elements.
|The Titan Age has been selected.|
Upon hearing the words "Deep Past" Aeterna'Tempus turned his head with a fierce glare glowing in his eyes. His lip curled and a deep growl thundered from him, "Then I pray for you...just as I prayed for the forty-one before you."
The sensation of grass was gone. The Starwood Strand trees were nowhere to be seen. Instead it was the return of the grey landscape with nothing but silent mist. In moments, just as before, the grey disappeared to be replaced with tangible pink crystal and a dense crowd of unknown dragons.
A matronly Guardian stands at the entrance to a yawning maw of crystal set within the faces of a giant crystal spire. The roar of the ocean could be heard from all around. The matronly Guardian's wings shifted when the wind picked up and toyed with her mantle. She looked to the new arrivals and spoke with a craggy Guardian smile, "Welcome to my clan's home. My mystics are eager to meet you all and hope to grant some possible insight to your future. My only request is that you ask them one question at a time. Their art takes a lot of effort. Please follow me."
The matronly guardian introduces herself as Magna'Mater and proceeds to lead the way into the depths of the crystal spire. Through winding tunnels decorated with intricate scroll design in the crystal faces, many branches disappear off into violet gloom. Magna'Mater finally turns into a chamber illuminated by a standing basin of crystal filled with bright blue water. Mist swirled and danced to wrap the inhabitants of the chamber with cool moisture.
Seated on the other side of the illuminated basin was a lean Imperial. His deep blue gaze was glassed over and his posture was still. However the way he sat was off. He sat favoring his left side and kept his right hind leg stretched out. There was evidence of an old wound on his Caribbean blue hide.
His voice sonorously flowed as he spoke, "I am Tacet'Mare and welcome you to my cavern."
Seated to Tacet'Mare's left was a beautiful green and gold Skydancer. She looked to the new arrivals with warmth in her violet gaze. "I am Clara'Stella," she said, "Before you ask any questions of me, tell me what season you were born in."
A dark presence lurked in the shadows of the cavern, at the edge of the eerie light of the crystal basin. With closer inspection the shape of a Mirror male could be discerned. His eyes gleamed with a menacing light and a hideous smile broke out across his face under the headdress he was adorned with.
"I am not a mystic. Pay me no mind," whispered the male Mirror, "I'm merely here to watch the show."
A chilling laugh escaped the Mirror.
Magna'Mater looked sternly at the mirror. "Enough of that Noctis'Timore," she said, "Now please, let the first question be asked."
|The Pantheon Age has been selected.|
Upon hearing the words "I'm a maggot," Arcyng released a heavy groan. He covered his eyes with his left forepaw. Jason was laughing with his snout pointed at the sky.
"Oi can no' believe you parro'ed barrel o' fungus!" ["I can not believe you parroted nonsense!"]
Aeterna'Tempus produced a heavy snort. "Best entertain your new company, Jason."
Jason shook his head. "Nah mate, you are no' never staying in fis. Roight, introductions toime. Galaxy eyes over 'ere is Ae'erna'Tempus." ["No friend, you are staying in this. Right, introductions time. Galaxy eyes over here is Aeterna'Tempus."]
Aeterna'Tempus sighed. "He always butchers my name."
Jason ignored Aeterna'Tempus and stepped aside to bow toward Arcyng. Jason continued, "And 'ere is old Chimera charmer 'imself. 'Is 'ighness, Arcyng Leo'Animus." ["And here is the old Chimera tamer himself. His highness, Arcyng Leo'Animus."]
Arcyng spoke before Jason could continue. "It is unfortunate that you stumbled upon the rift. I promise that you shall make it home safely. Your garrulous host there is Jason Aureus'Oculi."
Jason supplied, "Oi prefer t' go by Jason. Easiah t' remembah. You go' a question for Arcyng? 'E is a Mystic." ["I prefer to go by Jason. Easier to remember. You got a question for Arcyng? He is a Mystic."]
Aeterna'Tempus snorted. "Why does Arcyng have to entertain your company? They should be asking you all of the questions Jason."
Jason chuckled, "Fank you for volunteering yourself. Same can be asked o' you, Toime God. You brough' fis upon yourself." ["Thank you for volunteering yourself. The same can be asked of you, Time God. You brought this upon yourself."]
Aeterna'Tempus grumbled.
Arcyng said nothing. Instead his eyes seemed to be trained somewhere else.
|The New Age has been selected.|
Arcyng nodded his head. "It is best that you are returned to your correct time. Fear not, you will have the opportunity to ask a question of the dragons on the other side. Farewell."
Aeterna'Tempus' eyes glowed bright but faded quickly into the silent grey mists. Just as it was first entering the so-called rift, the grey faded into tangible crystal. The winds howled everywhere from all around on the crystalline precipice before a great maw set inside the faces of a crystal spire. Gravity was weak but still strong enough to ensure that a dragon could walk on the crystal. The mainland was far away, a blurry visage down from a slowly swirling vortex of various terrestrial features. The crystal spire itself was securely seated into a suspended island by piercing through the central lake. There was a small shoreline surrounding the lake, only enough for a small forest of Starwood trees to take root.
The large verdant island towering in the middle of the swirling vortex was none other than the iconic Focal Point. The faint gleam of the Observatory's great telescope was the last light of the setting sun.
As the amber light was slowly fading into darkness, a feminine voice purred. "Would you look at that? So the old one spoke true, a tempus vell rupture would appear. Hmph! With it comes...a headache..."
The female Skydancer tossed her head and produced a soft huff from her flared nostrils. Her verdant gaze shifted to the Gaoler male standing with his head bowed to her right. His mane was matted and there were streaks of deep red crimson among the brighter red sections of his mane. Flecks of liquid ruby decorated the terrible spikes adorning the female Skydancer's modified golden tail bangle.
The female Skydancer cooed, "Ladarius... Do your job instead of foolishly protecting your worthless sister."
Fire raged in the brilliant pink irises of the male Gaoler, apparently named Ladarius. His lip curled lopsidedly, as if he were trying to keep part of his mouth tightly shut so as to not aggravate his injury. His voice was a deep growl, "Yes... Matriarch..."
A female Gaoler that was nearby, with features similar to Ladarius, was being held tight by the scruff in the jaws of a male Gaoler with midnight black and grey fur. The female Gaoler's violet eyes possessed a wild and fierce glow that was mirrored by the green gaze of the male that was holding her.
"Tsk," said the female Skydancer followed by a click of her tongue. Her voice continued to purr as she spoke to Ladarius. "Now do lift that head high, Ladarius. It seems we have company."
Ladarius shifted his fierce gaze toward the new company. "You stand at the entrance to the home of Sanguinem Luna Clan, stranger. This is our... Matriarch... Tenebris'Terra. I am Audens'Cor Ladarius, son of Arcyng Leo'Animus and the Captain of the Day's Watch here. Behind me are Ardens'Cor Leanne and Cornelius Rutherford. Care to tell us what brings you here?"
Secret Rule 9: Be sure to write your dragon's answer to Jason in bold and italics. This is my way to see if my rules and the prompt were read.
An Interactive Lore Exercise
Closed | Open | Busy
Welcome
Welcome one and all to my Ask the Mystics lore exercise! This thread has seen some steady action and I really enjoyed interacting with everyone's characters so far. However this thread has seen some revision since the last session. I felt that this thread, while fun, wasn't showcasing as much of my clan as I liked. So my solution was to revise and update the prompt.
The main idea remains the same in that your characters interact with mine. It is best to approach my mystics with dragons that have lore. However I ask that anyone participating in this thread carefully reads my prompt and observes my thread rules.
The Rules
1. No need to ping me. I am following the thread.
2. Come into this with a thick skin. The mystics will tell dragons things that they need to hear, not what they want.
3. There must be a real dragon connected to the interaction post. Any dragons that do not have a connection to a dragon in the lair of the user asking the question are assumed to be attempting to blind the Mystics and will be dismissed for improper conduct.
4. Do not add in additional characters after the session has started. This interrupts the reading! The dragons that appear in your first introduction post, are the only ones that I will acknowledge.
5. Do not waste my time with trivial questions. I am taking this seriously and it is insulting to me as an author to have someone come in and ask "What's for lunch?" It sends the message to me that you do not appreciate my time and effort. Plain and simple, I will ignore you!
6. There is no strict posting order. I will do my best to answer everyone that comes by however I do reserve the right to skip or to decline having my mystics answer. I may not feel inspired by your post or in the mood, I am human after all. Please respect that. If I am skipping over your post that you've made with thought in it, out of respect for your effort I will do my best to notify you.
7. All participants are returned to their correct time at the end of the session regardless of how the session went.
8. If you have any questions, PM me. A translation of Jason's difficult to understand speech pattern is provided in brackets beside his dialogue.
You are more than welcome to record anything from interacting with the Mystics in your dragon's bio.
Without further ado let's get started!
The Prompt
Your Destiny Lies Beyond!
The ground makes no sound when tread upon. Mists swirl silent along the endless grey horizon. There is nothing behind save for the fading golden aura of some jagged line, as if some dragon took a claw and ripped the air only for it to begin healing. The sensation of emptiness faded as quickly as cold water woke a sleeping Ashscale Ophiotaurus. In the blink of an eye, a soft breeze rustled the bright blue leaves of the Starwood Strand trees and the sound of a babbling brook was not too distant.
Off to the right was a large Guardian male, the runic designs upon his scales and horns glowed with the same gentle hue as his eyes. When his eyes lifted from what he was doing, it was as if eternity stared back. There were no discernible pupils to distinguish from his irises.
His jaws shifted and a soft rumble came from deep in his throat, "This will be the forty-second visitor that passed through the rift..."
A new masculine voice echoed from nearby, "You won't close the rift?"
The new voice belonged to a male Skydancer in regal garb. His handsome face was marred by a scar that originated from beneath his left eye and continued down like a vein in stone. The male Skydancer's faceted gaze was fixed on the Guardian with a fierce furrow of his brow.
The Guardian's brow creased and his voice carried a hint of a growl, "I won't let innocents suffer at my... reactionary response..."
Before the regal Skydancer could answer, an Imperial male that had been flanking the Skydancer spoke with an almost indiscernible rumble. "Roigh'? Oi do no' reckon no Greybeak Reaper rips... er.." ["Right? I do not reckon no coward rips..."]
The Guardian supplied with a sigh, "The Tempus Vell."
The Imperial nodded. "Roigh' barrel o' fungus 'ere. You cawed destroying a Shadebeas' by ripping a 'ole in toime a reactionary response?" ["Right nonsense here. You called destroying a Shadebeast by ripping a hole in time a reactionary response?"]
The Skydancer sighed. "Fine, I understand your point Aeterna'Tempus. Will you be able to fix it now?"
Aeterna'Tempus shook his head. "I'm sorry Arcyng, not with the company standing right on the rupture site. Jason, can you show our company where they need to go?"
The Imperial, named Jason, cast a glance at the Skydancer Arcyng. Arcyng gave a small nod. Arcyng murmured, "May as well give the offer... Oh wait..."
Jason bowed his head combined with a salute. "Roigh', your 'ighness." ["Right, your highness."]
Jason turned his golden gaze toward a patch of green meadow between the skeletal white trunks. "You go' a chance to ask a Mystic from me clan a question. Makes me fink abou' Albino Dashahs. Fun game, am oi roigh'? Run over yondah meadow and jus' roar one o' free fings: deep pas', back 'ome, or I'm a maggo' and I wan' stay!" ["You got a chance to ask a Mystic from my clan a question. Makes me think about Albino Dashers. Fun game, am I right? Run over yonder meadow and just roar one of three things: deep past, back home, or I'm a maggot and I want to stay!"]
Arcyng barked, "Jason!"
|The time to choose has come...|
Choose one of three options:
"Deep past!" - Titan Age, at the beginning of modern species evolving and ancient species disappearing.
"Back home!" - New Age, current Sornieth but will be transported to the Crystal Spire's entrance.
"I'm a maggot!" - Pantheon Age, will stay with Acryng, Jason, and Aeterna'Tempus to ask them a question. Approximately a century or so before the Bounty of the Elements.
|The Titan Age has been selected.|
Upon hearing the words "Deep Past" Aeterna'Tempus turned his head with a fierce glare glowing in his eyes. His lip curled and a deep growl thundered from him, "Then I pray for you...just as I prayed for the forty-one before you."
The sensation of grass was gone. The Starwood Strand trees were nowhere to be seen. Instead it was the return of the grey landscape with nothing but silent mist. In moments, just as before, the grey disappeared to be replaced with tangible pink crystal and a dense crowd of unknown dragons.
A matronly Guardian stands at the entrance to a yawning maw of crystal set within the faces of a giant crystal spire. The roar of the ocean could be heard from all around. The matronly Guardian's wings shifted when the wind picked up and toyed with her mantle. She looked to the new arrivals and spoke with a craggy Guardian smile, "Welcome to my clan's home. My mystics are eager to meet you all and hope to grant some possible insight to your future. My only request is that you ask them one question at a time. Their art takes a lot of effort. Please follow me."
The matronly guardian introduces herself as Magna'Mater and proceeds to lead the way into the depths of the crystal spire. Through winding tunnels decorated with intricate scroll design in the crystal faces, many branches disappear off into violet gloom. Magna'Mater finally turns into a chamber illuminated by a standing basin of crystal filled with bright blue water. Mist swirled and danced to wrap the inhabitants of the chamber with cool moisture.
Seated on the other side of the illuminated basin was a lean Imperial. His deep blue gaze was glassed over and his posture was still. However the way he sat was off. He sat favoring his left side and kept his right hind leg stretched out. There was evidence of an old wound on his Caribbean blue hide.
His voice sonorously flowed as he spoke, "I am Tacet'Mare and welcome you to my cavern."
Seated to Tacet'Mare's left was a beautiful green and gold Skydancer. She looked to the new arrivals with warmth in her violet gaze. "I am Clara'Stella," she said, "Before you ask any questions of me, tell me what season you were born in."
A dark presence lurked in the shadows of the cavern, at the edge of the eerie light of the crystal basin. With closer inspection the shape of a Mirror male could be discerned. His eyes gleamed with a menacing light and a hideous smile broke out across his face under the headdress he was adorned with.
"I am not a mystic. Pay me no mind," whispered the male Mirror, "I'm merely here to watch the show."
A chilling laugh escaped the Mirror.
Magna'Mater looked sternly at the mirror. "Enough of that Noctis'Timore," she said, "Now please, let the first question be asked."
|The Pantheon Age has been selected.|
Upon hearing the words "I'm a maggot," Arcyng released a heavy groan. He covered his eyes with his left forepaw. Jason was laughing with his snout pointed at the sky.
"Oi can no' believe you parro'ed barrel o' fungus!" ["I can not believe you parroted nonsense!"]
Aeterna'Tempus produced a heavy snort. "Best entertain your new company, Jason."
Jason shook his head. "Nah mate, you are no' never staying in fis. Roight, introductions toime. Galaxy eyes over 'ere is Ae'erna'Tempus." ["No friend, you are staying in this. Right, introductions time. Galaxy eyes over here is Aeterna'Tempus."]
Aeterna'Tempus sighed. "He always butchers my name."
Jason ignored Aeterna'Tempus and stepped aside to bow toward Arcyng. Jason continued, "And 'ere is old Chimera charmer 'imself. 'Is 'ighness, Arcyng Leo'Animus." ["And here is the old Chimera tamer himself. His highness, Arcyng Leo'Animus."]
Arcyng spoke before Jason could continue. "It is unfortunate that you stumbled upon the rift. I promise that you shall make it home safely. Your garrulous host there is Jason Aureus'Oculi."
Jason supplied, "Oi prefer t' go by Jason. Easiah t' remembah. You go' a question for Arcyng? 'E is a Mystic." ["I prefer to go by Jason. Easier to remember. You got a question for Arcyng? He is a Mystic."]
Aeterna'Tempus snorted. "Why does Arcyng have to entertain your company? They should be asking you all of the questions Jason."
Jason chuckled, "Fank you for volunteering yourself. Same can be asked o' you, Toime God. You brough' fis upon yourself." ["Thank you for volunteering yourself. The same can be asked of you, Time God. You brought this upon yourself."]
Aeterna'Tempus grumbled.
Arcyng said nothing. Instead his eyes seemed to be trained somewhere else.
|The New Age has been selected.|
Arcyng nodded his head. "It is best that you are returned to your correct time. Fear not, you will have the opportunity to ask a question of the dragons on the other side. Farewell."
Aeterna'Tempus' eyes glowed bright but faded quickly into the silent grey mists. Just as it was first entering the so-called rift, the grey faded into tangible crystal. The winds howled everywhere from all around on the crystalline precipice before a great maw set inside the faces of a crystal spire. Gravity was weak but still strong enough to ensure that a dragon could walk on the crystal. The mainland was far away, a blurry visage down from a slowly swirling vortex of various terrestrial features. The crystal spire itself was securely seated into a suspended island by piercing through the central lake. There was a small shoreline surrounding the lake, only enough for a small forest of Starwood trees to take root.
The large verdant island towering in the middle of the swirling vortex was none other than the iconic Focal Point. The faint gleam of the Observatory's great telescope was the last light of the setting sun.
As the amber light was slowly fading into darkness, a feminine voice purred. "Would you look at that? So the old one spoke true, a tempus vell rupture would appear. Hmph! With it comes...a headache..."
The female Skydancer tossed her head and produced a soft huff from her flared nostrils. Her verdant gaze shifted to the Gaoler male standing with his head bowed to her right. His mane was matted and there were streaks of deep red crimson among the brighter red sections of his mane. Flecks of liquid ruby decorated the terrible spikes adorning the female Skydancer's modified golden tail bangle.
The female Skydancer cooed, "Ladarius... Do your job instead of foolishly protecting your worthless sister."
Fire raged in the brilliant pink irises of the male Gaoler, apparently named Ladarius. His lip curled lopsidedly, as if he were trying to keep part of his mouth tightly shut so as to not aggravate his injury. His voice was a deep growl, "Yes... Matriarch..."
A female Gaoler that was nearby, with features similar to Ladarius, was being held tight by the scruff in the jaws of a male Gaoler with midnight black and grey fur. The female Gaoler's violet eyes possessed a wild and fierce glow that was mirrored by the green gaze of the male that was holding her.
"Tsk," said the female Skydancer followed by a click of her tongue. Her voice continued to purr as she spoke to Ladarius. "Now do lift that head high, Ladarius. It seems we have company."
Ladarius shifted his fierce gaze toward the new company. "You stand at the entrance to the home of Sanguinem Luna Clan, stranger. This is our... Matriarch... Tenebris'Terra. I am Audens'Cor Ladarius, son of Arcyng Leo'Animus and the Captain of the Day's Watch here. Behind me are Ardens'Cor Leanne and Cornelius Rutherford. Care to tell us what brings you here?"
Secret Rule 9: Be sure to write your dragon's answer to Jason in bold and italics. This is my way to see if my rules and the prompt were read.
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