Quests & Challenges

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January 05, 2018 17:14:31

Woo hoo! Round two! I guess I was "successful" with round one so long ago, but now I'm back for more.

This is Pinkerlocke. I'm gonna do some modifications of the rules, but make my modifications a little less... overkill? (Har har, I'm hilarious.)

I am playing medium mode and following all the normal rules, except that I have replaced the Trinket rule with this:

Roll a D6:
5-6: Nothing happens.
4: Plants
3: Insects
2: Meat
1: Fish
For dragons that primarily eat that food type, roll a D4. 1, it becomes sick.
For dragons that eat that food type as their second choice, roll a D8. 1, it becomes sick.
For dragons that eat that food type as their third choice, roll a D12. 1, it becomes sick.
For dragons that eat that food type as their fourth choice, roll a D20. 1, it becomes sick.
For dragons that do not eat that food type at all, and for numbers greater than 1, nothing happens.
The next day, roll the same dice you rolled for the sick dragons. Another 1, it dies.

Edit to add: I have added this personal rule for acquiring dragons: I will roll a D6.
1: The dragon comes from the Nature AH.
2: The dragon comes from whatever I am currently selling.
3: The dragon comes from whatever my friends are selling.
4: I have to take the first dragon offered to me on the Nature Discord.
5: I buy the dragon from the Realm-Wide AH.
6: I pick one up from one of the threads I have bookmarked.

This Pinkerlocke has concluded. Below are the 'winning' dragons, the dragons who survived until the end.

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Claude the Wolf has been desperately trying to flee his past - filled with turmoil, agony, and threat, he has suppressed even the memories of that darker place so relentlessly that he has begun to forget it entirely - only to have it bubble up, in nightmares and bouts of insanity.

He tried to find a place that was before that, and he succeeded in finding his birthclan, only to discover his parents had left, and the clan otherwise felt like any other: Full of strangers. So, with the guidance of a Snapper, he tried to find them, taking the Snapper and many other dragons on a horrendous adventure of strife and danger - most of it caused by himself.

Leaving a trail of carnage in his path, his haphazard quest would finally come to an end at the Behemoth, in a place alongside his parents and siblings, in a place he could finally heal.

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Though his route is short - just six years in length, Lasciel tends to make many stops, detours, and side treks during his travels, forging and revisiting friendships along the way.

One such detour wound up being a roller coaster of joy, grief, and anger. When that chapter of his life finally came to an end, he had gained a close friendship with a bizarre Imperial, and gained a new companion to travel with, in his newborn daughter, Rebekka.

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Jiangshi is the name given to the undead abomination that Magiere created with the stolen corpse of a long-dead Nocturne, whose name in life had been Catherine. In undeath, Jiangshi had no memories of this former life, though she had some unique skills; included among them was the ability to mind-control another creature, which was particularly useful in keeping captive another dragon, for Magiere to use to sustain Jiangshi's existence.

Catherine's son, Krys, who went to pay her grave a visit, would discover it desecrated and empty. Rushing to the officials, he embarked on a journey to find her remains, and when Magiere was finally caught in Treespire, that was the end of Jiangshi. Krys could finally return home with his mother's remains, to lay them to rest once more.

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Amaram once traveled with the Colourburst Circus, offering a side attraction as a fortune-teller. Believing her work to be lies for the amusement of gullible dragons, she became horrified when dragons began coming back to her saying her prophecies had come true - the good, and the bad. Not wanting to know any futures anymore, Amaram was quick to join a Snapper she admired, Lasciel, when he left.

Together, they had Yorikiro, and Amaram decided to settle with Yorikiro deep in the woods, as cities were far too overstimulating for the young Spiral. Years later when Lasciel showed up with strange company, announcing he was looking for the circus once again, Amaram had nearly gone nuts trying to keep Yorikiro in check and decided it was time to get the rambunctious Spiral somewhere she could be wild.

That trip brought many great perils and anguish, and by the time it was done, Yorikiro had finally grown up. So, with the hatching of a delightful Snapper girl, Rebekka, the family joined Lasciel on his Snapper path.

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Yorikiro, young, impulsive, and exuberant at the start of this adventure, would finally, through tragedy after tragedy, mature into a more careful and deliberate Spiral.

In this time, she bore - and lost entirely - her first clutch, had not one, but two close encounters with death, and lost some of her own vigor to illness. By the time she arrived at the Behemoth and found the Colourburst Circus, she was a changed Spiral, and her previous ambitions to see this place seemed childish and trivial, the world around her seeming to have grown with her.

So, she set off, with her parents and her newborn sister, Rebekka, to see the world.

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Though the oldest surviving child of Darter, Dantris was still very young for the trauma he witnessed. Shaken by the deaths of his siblings, he begged his mother for a different solution to her desire for vengeance upon a dangerous Imperial. She would eventually relent, and let him try to approach authorities who could arrest the Imperial - only for everything, from his perspective, to go wrong.

He and his little brother Hollowmaw wound up being arrested instead, with the rest of his clan following soon after. Taken away from his mother, he was then moved into a new home, while his Skydancer siblings were taken someplace he did not know, for 'being dangerous'.

Bitter and angry, he would eventually flee from that home with two of his brothers, making grand plans to exact his own vengeance upon those who had torn his family apart.

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Dragged far away from his home, Laine, a simple quail farmer, was powerless to stop his kidnapper. For months, the Skydancer had him magically bound, forced to do his bidding, all the while having a monstrous eldritch being sapping away his life essence to sustain her own unholy existence.

Rescue would eventually come, when the Skydancer and all his companions were arrested in Treespire, and Laine was quickly reunited with his family, who had come looking for him. Needing time to recover from his ordeal, the old Wildclaw remains in Treespire, healing both his body, and his weakened mind.

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Blackwater is a blunt, serious, and ambitious businessdragon. Though it was not her first career of choice, becoming an exalted warrior was struck out of her possibilities for her being too abrasive and hostile. So when she found Peata and Startoucher's struggling little traveling shop, she shoved herself into their little partnership, and her ambitions pushed them to better heights.

Business was well, until one day bandits attacked and she had to hire extra help. Her hopes that it would be enough to get to the next city were dashed when the bandits attacked once more, this time killing the Ridgeback and destroying one of the wagons. In dire straights, she entered Treespire, making repairs to the remaining wagon and salvaging what she could of the situation. By chance brought by the bandits, she made a connection with two other businessdragons, and struck up a good deal for hauling and selling their goods. She was more than happy to be finally rid of her dubious help.

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After the initial shock of repulsion and horror, most dragons looking upon Tinyhawk might feel pity for him - deformed and hideous-looking from birth, Tinyhawk has the unfortunate appearance of slowness and slurred speech, a dragon that might need help finding the stairs in front of him.

And Tinyhawk knows it. Underneath the disfigured skin and scales, Tinyhawk’s mind is sharper than a Raporik’s talons. Playing to his appearances, he is good at getting other dragons’ guard down, letting them underestimate him, until it is too late. A dragon of few words (as it does take him a while to spit them out), Tinyhawk mostly spends his time alone with his own thoughts, practicing his act and practicing his deadly fighting skills. Of all of Darter’s children, Tinyhawk is probably the most dangerous.

Like his brother, Dantris, Tinyhawk was not able to reconcile the upheavals in his life, and when Dantris came up with a plan to run away, Tinyhawk was quick to join him.

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Gifted from a young age, Sweetmist is a master of tricks and illusions. His match, however, was one day made by a Wildclaw who seemed to be able to see right through every illusion he could make, and when she tore his family apart, Sweetmist, though scared, very much wanted revenge.

Therefore, when Dantris mentioned the possibility of escape, Sweetmist, though he liked the adoptive parents who were just trying their best to comfort the distraught remains of the Mirror pack, left the safety of their home to join Dantris.

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Quiso is a renown detective of very high ranking, with a squad of elite Exalted warriors at her command.

Her most recent mission initially started out as a wild goose chase after a lone, backwater grave-robber, and spiraled in a sprawling mess involving a secretive cult, hatchling soldiers, an insane Imperial, and murder, and no one wanted to cooperate.

Doing her best to resolve all the pieces in the complicated case - arresting three separate criminals somehow all together, rehoming the hatchlings, and escorting the dangerous Imperial - the mission was nearly her undoing. She would be battered and beaten by her various quarries, lost her mate Nadja to the Imperial's wrath, lost her therapist to her own temper, and had to split up her tightly-knit group to get everything done.

Now having finally seen to the end of the mission, Quiso is in desperate need of a vacation.

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One of the youngest of the group, Hollowmaw hatched just after Dantris managed to convince Darter to stop trying to kill the insane Imperial they were pursuing. Therefore, instead of training Hollowmaw to fight, Darter taught him to act - teaching him, to the best of her own knowledge, to be a diplomat.

It was a tall order for such a young Mirror, and indeed, he failed, though his mother, in the short time he had left before she would forever be taken from him, assured him that it was not his fault. For better or worse, the situation would end with him and his brothers in the home of two adoptive fathers, and Hollowmaw, being so young, found himself perfectly content to adjust to a life of pillows and playtime.

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Naturally loud and very quick-thinking, Possum was a natural selection for her leadership role among the Mirror pack under Quiso's command. Once Fiona has their target even somewhat immobilized, Possum is the first to charge in, with Irady, Rekk, and Ynyr close behind. As the head of the pack, Possum bravely faces down the opponent while her siblings flank, allowing the opponent to target her rather than the others, deftly dodging and distracting, so that the rest of the pack can more easily jump at the openings the opponent then gives. For her courage, Possum is the proud owner of a medallion of Nature, an award given to the Gladekeeper's bravest and most selfless warriors.

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Daughter of a quail farmer and a noble city slicker, Machai's background has lent her great success ranching, and she has become a powerful land baron in her region.

Her parents had separated many years ago, but on her deathbed, Rosanne begged her daughter to bring Laine to her, and Machai went to her father's home - only to find him gone. The quail were scattered and fearful, not how Laine raised them. The hut was dark, and claw marks showed evidence of a struggle. Alarmed, Machai ran to her mother, and swore she'd find Laine and bring him to her, no matter what. But Rosanne wouldn't make it through the night.

Crushed, Machai rushed to the officials, determined to find Laine and bring peace to Rosanne. Hearing of her father's disappearance, a high-ranking detective who happened to be in the area scoured his place, and concluded that he may have been kidnapped by the same criminal they were hunting. Not trusting others to do things right, Machai dragged along her brother and daughters to follow the squad in their hunt.

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One half of an inseparable pair of twins, Silvertongue is, with his brother, Lullaby, the youngest of Darter's brood. Though being removed from their mother's care was hard on the entire pack, the twins did perk up better and faster than the rest, being so young and impressionable. Quickly adjusting to their new life with their new fathers, their young age also meant that the memories of their life before, with Darter, slowly faded into a dream.

When their oldest brother, Dantris, wanted to leave, to go chase after that dream, he was met with confusion from the twins, not really remembering any life before the life with Odin and Dakota, their fathers. Years after he and two other brothers of theirs left, they too would seem like distant dreams, as the two Mirrors grew up in much better conditions than what their mother could ever provide.

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One half of an inseparable pair of twins, Lullaby is, with his brother, Silvertongue, the youngest of Darter's brood. Though being removed from their mother's care was hard on the entire pack, the twins did perk up better and faster than the rest, being so young and impressionable. Quickly adjusting to their new life with their new fathers, their young age also meant that the memories of their life before, with Darter, slowly faded into a dream.

When their oldest brother, Dantris, wanted to leave, to go chase after that dream, he was met with confusion from the twins, not really remembering any life before the life with Odin and Dakota, their fathers. Years after he and two other brothers of theirs left, they too would seem like distant dreams, as the two Mirrors grew up in much better conditions than what their mother could ever provide.

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Vornion, the second in command of Quiso's squad, had been working with Quiso for longer than anyone else. A watcher, Vornion studies individuals, reading every dragon and beast alike to an alarmingly accurate degree.

A Bogsneak, Vornion is very much a loner, and spends most of his time away from the squad, gathering information, and he will spend hours or even days hiding in the shadows on the edges of busy streets, watching the masses mill about in front of him, though most are never aware he is even there.

His knowledge is crucial to the squad, and his accurate work has resulted in great feats such as crumbling an entire network of smugglers to dust by reporting their unwitting habits and carefully obscured schedules, and capturing the infamous Nadja, who shortly afterwards joined his ranks.

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Misieth, unlike his sister Machai, resented his parents' inability to stay together, and did not thrive in the split household they created. At an early age, he left, wandering the Viridian Labyrinth, trying to find... something. Something that felt right, for everything in his life thus far felt wrong. He'd be gone for months or even years at a time, only bothering to show up for extra coin when he needed it - his parents, feeling guilty in their failure to provide for him, always gave it.

On one such return visit, he discovered his mother dead, his father missing, and his sister frantic. Forcing him to accompany her on her journey to search for their father, Machai made for a miserable travel companion, though Misieth took a liking to his niece, Iskra. Their father would eventually be found, and Misieth was quick to part ways once more, and he noticed, to Machai's great anger, that Iskra did the same.

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Another loner like her father, Icyheart lives up to her name, being very distant from everyone else. Confiding in no one, she only rarely shows up wherever the squad is staying, and preferring to be out on her own, doing her secretive work. Expert at infiltration, the fact that she is in the Exalted ranks is unknown to all save for her squad, which has put her in the unique position of double agent, working for the criminal underbelly of the Labyrinth, while working to dismantle it. To avoid detection, she keeps any meetings with Quiso very brief and infrequent enough to chalk up even being in the same area to chance. Instead, her communication line is her brother, Elza, who makes the dangerous trips back and forth from her hideouts within the underground networks, to the squad.

Acting as an assassin, and a very good one at that, the crime barons call her Icicle; sharp, precise, and deadly. The few Exalted who know of her, call her, instead, Avalanche, for the destruction and reckoning that awaits her 'clients', or rather, targets, soon to be triggered with just one small weakening in the metaphorical hillside.

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Odin resides in Treespire with his longtime mate, Dakota. The charming owner of Furbulous Wear, a successful and busy clothing store, Odin brings home a sizable profit, almost all of which goes into the second love of his life: The Basket Orphanage, a network of foster families within Treespire.

This has, in return, helped the pair in their own lives. Both are loving parents, but unable to have their own children together. Through the foster system of their own creation, Odin and Dakota have adopted two sons of their own, and have fostered many other young. Though Odin works long hours in the shop, he is always eager to come home and dote on his young, playing with them and telling terrible dad jokes. It is said that if one shares a particularly groan-worthy joke that the Wildclaw has not heard before, they might get themselves a small discount in his shop.

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An illusioner of the highest degree, Rekk excels at his role as informant for Quiso. He is able to use his illusory skills to get himself in position to eavesdrop on critical conversations, or appear as a target's friend to lure them into leaking information, without them ever knowing. This has caused great confusion and distrust within the inner circles of the criminal underground world, and Rekk loves to keep messing with them, watching as they tear themselves apart.

The other love of his life, however, is more tangible - Anthu, a Fae he met briefly when his squad was dealing with a pair of Imperials who needed, but refused, hospitalization for their insanity. Since that first meeting, he has crossed paths with her a number of times, and together they had a large brood, most of which have gone on their own paths. Rekk had been the one to recommend Anthu's mother, and watching the meltdown that happened in Treespire, he could only cringe. His mother was far too much of a spitfire, and he could only hope that her actions would not impede on his relationship with Anthu.

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Dakota resides in Treespire with his longtime mate, Odin. While Odin runs their clothing store, Furbulous Wear, Dakota manages their foster network of families so-called the Basket Orphanage. Like the rest of the families in their network, Odin and Dakota have opened their home to any hatchlings in need of a home.

Their role in the community would result in them getting six rowdy Mirrors and their Skydancer sister, who would prove to be the most difficult of any hatchlings they had ever seen. A troubled lot, Dakota worked hard to help them feel at home, but for three of them, everything he tried wound up not being enough, and the scenario ended in tragedy when they would flee from his home, killing two other fosters in the process.

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Orphaned when his Exalted parents were killed in conflict, Maiele learned early the brutal realities of war. A previously care-free dragonet, Maiele was inconsolable when he was brought into Odin and Dakota's home. Befriending only the cat who curled up next to his weeping form, Maiele sulked in the corners and shadows for a long time.

Now an adult, Maiele, for lack of a better option, still stays with his adoptive fathers, and has become an avid reader. He runs a little shop of his own, The Bookwyrm's Treasures, and stocks a wide variety of topics, though there is one topic he will never stock: No more war propaganda. He never wanted to hear of another life lost in battle.

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Born to Lasciel and Amaram shortly after their great misadventure, Rebekka is a blissfully happy little dragonet, traveling with her parents along her father's paths. As a wee hatchling, she briefly met her sister, Yorikiro, as well as the Imperial friend of her parents, before they set off from the Behemoth.

Filled with youth and wonder, Rebekka hopes to travel all over Sornieth, and see for herself as many things as she can.

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Found alone in the jungles, no one knows where Ewara or his siblings came from. For a while, the warriors who found them tried to find their home and reunite them with their families, but no answer ever came, with the four Tundras not recognizing anyone they ever met, even through smell.

They were placed in the home of Odin and Dakota, as the pair regularly encountered many, many dragons - Odin would let the Tundras play in his busy shop, while Dakota took them on his path. Still no answers.

Even stranger, were the Tundras themselves, however. Ewara often utters ominous and unnerving phrases. Though they rarely have meaning, they make dragons around Ewara uncomfortable, and often have his fathers been asked to keep him silent.

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Found alone in the jungles, no one knows where Almunda or her brothers came from. For a while, the warriors who found them tried to find their home and reunite them with their families, but no answer ever came, with the four Tundras not recognizing anyone they ever met, even through smell.

They were placed in the home of Odin and Dakota, as the pair regularly encountered many, many dragons - Odin would let the Tundras play in his busy shop, while Dakota took them on his path. Still no answers.

Even stranger, were the Tundras themselves, however. Almunda is obsessed with the night, and if she had her way, would play all night long in the woods. This activity is strongly discouraged, however, because whenever another dragon joins her, they mysteriously disappear, never to be seen again.

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Kunzite is a traveling doctor who specializes in a very specific affliction of Imperials. Mate of Dicerbo, the pair were a natural match, as many of Kunzite's patients suffered from mental problems on top of their physical ailments. Together, they had a few children, who all pursued their own paths, though one, Anthu, joined her father as a fellow doctor.

It was Anthu's partner, Rekk, who recommended Dicerbo to assist Quiso's squad as they undertook a particularly mentally straining series of missions, and it was Rekk again who was able to call on Kunzite's help with a particularly troublesome Imperial. What Quiso saw as a dangerous monster, however, Kunzite saw as a desperate Imperial in dire need of help, so to the best of his ability, he worked to get the Imperial into better hands - his hands.

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Anthu follows her mother's footsteps in the world of psychology, healing with words. Though she is not gifted in the ability to use tone, still young and fresh in her career, she practices and has a spectacular tutor, her own mother, Dicerbo.

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Apocalypse is a mighty and powerful dragon. Descendant of the legendary, cursed Naomi and equally cursed Ignis, Apocalypse possesses an incredible amount of raw arcane power, which has manifested in extreme strength and endurance. Together with his sons, they form a small troop who excel in anything requiring strength, and they keep themselves fed by keeping themselves employed, going from job to job, while exploring the world to their hearts' content.

Though their work is rarely dangerous, their last job was one such task: Escort an insane Imperial for three months through the Viridian Labyrinth. The Imperial was nearly the death of his son, Lightfoot, and Apocalypse feared they might have finally found something even too difficult for them. The Imperial had other ideas, and when he wanted to fly to the Behemoth himself, Apocalypse was more than happy to consider this job done.

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Ruitan is fascinated by all things small. There is nothing more he loves than sitting in a lab, staring into a microscope for hours on end, observing life as it happens on a very small scale. He has been at the helm of several vaccinations against diseases, and has successfully lead missions in destroying contagions released into the Gladekeeper's domain by enemy Plague spies.

His latest research delved, however, not into Plague's inner workings, but rather, Shadow's, or, he suspsected, Light's. Under his father's supervision, he and his sister, Sunniva, have been studying a strange affliction of Imperials. Though the cases most commonly linked back to a Shadow-based cult, Ruitan had suspicions that this was a problem of the Lightweaver, and was only exacerbated by the cult's activities. He strongly suspected every Imperial to be afflicted, but he needed to gather more evidence before he could hope to present his hypothesis to the scientific community without ridicule.

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A wanderer, Jaguar Eyes travels the Viridian Labyrinth with her partner, Callum. The pair are eerie and unsettling to most, strange and foreign in appearance. And when others peer more closely at Jaguar Eyes, they discover the origin of her name - strange eyes line the entire length of her body, and through mystic power, she uses these to confuse and mesmerize her target - though she rarely causes any lasting harm, preferring to use her powerful gaze as a defensive tool.

A large caravan of dragons caught her attention, and her curiosity and disgust over the chained Imperial at the front of the curious train became an unbearable itch, until one night she finally decided to ask the strange Imperial why he was in such a predicament. After a short conversation, she, with Callum, quickly freed him, interested in his quest and despising anyone who would bind the most regal of all dragons - an Imperial.

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Connie was the unhappy participant of an arranged marriage tying two noble houses together. Her partner, a pale and sickly coloured specimen, had a stifling apathy towards life, and strove for nothing, content to merely be his parent's pawn. Seeking any excuse to leave the home of her in-laws and wander about the city, it wasn't long before Connie met Apocalypse, a loud, exuberant Guardian with a rather colourful vocabulary and tales to fill a library.

She kept visiting him, in secret, for months, while he worked in town at the local mine. When that job ended, however, he was quick to grab the next, though it would take him far away, and he couldn't promise he'd return - he never liked to stay in one place too long. Connie was quick to follow, happily leaving behind the chaos, anger, and feuding she just created between the two clans

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Sannan is a quiet and reserved Fae who doesn't do much talking, but does do a lot of listening - and writing. The scribe of his family of doctors, Sannan is responsible for note-taking, and he does so in large amounts. Gathering detailed reports for his kin, one merely asks for any information, and he'll eventually dig it out from his amassed knowledge. At home, he has a massive library of notes, and while he is out and about, he carries as little as he can - though by the end of a trip, he'll have written enough to nearly over-encumber his Snapper grandfather with the papers.

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Almost as much as in his father, Apocalypse, Hulk has one trait that he truly excels in: Strength. Happily serving right alongside his father, Hulk's somewhat small stature is not to be underestimated, and by themselves, the two are nearly unmatched. They do not work alone, however, and still have the other members of their family assisting, and together, they all make a very formidable force.

Muscle for hire, they took a job involving wrangling an insane Imperial, and Hulk was astonished to discover that the Imperial seemed to outlast even them. After the Imperial grievously wounded Hulk's brother, Lightfoot, Hulk was very glad to eventually be relieved of his duty watching over the monster.

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Born mute, Callum is Jaguar Eyes' silent companion. Able to sneak into places the large Imperial cannot fit in, and able to blend into crowds as easily as dense jungle, Callum is the more likely of the duo to enter a city, picking up whatever supplies they may need - though the pair rarely need anything of dragonmade origin; and primarily survive off of the land.

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Flynn is the captain of the guard of Hainu's-Burrow, at the head of a fleet of Imperial guards who patrol the region. Ordered by Quiso, his fleet would eventually catch Claude and JaguarEyes, apprehending them and escorting them back to the region jail. Claude was very clearly ill, both mentally and physically, and Flynn was happy to help escort him and the doctors traveling with him to the boundary of Hainu's-Burrow, before later releasing JaguarEyes, once he was sure she wouldn't attempt to free the insane Imperial again.

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Hooper is the entertaining, goofy little cook who travels alongside Kunzite, keeping the doctor and his companions well-fed on their journeys. It is a large task for such a small dragon, but working efficiently, Hooper manages to get every meal prepared, no matter his companions' tastes.

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[size=5][b]Past Dragons:[/b][/size] [columns] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/38249457][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=38249457&skin=3653&apparel=814,23290,15299,15311,15313&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Troll was a secretive, quiet dragon who only gave his words sparingly to most. According to Boris, the two of them had met some time ago, for reasons Boris won't share. Since then, they had traveled for a number of years together, eventually joining up with a Snapper named Lasciel. They kept mostly to themselves, and Lasciel never bothered to pry, having a hunch he was better off not knowing their intent. Then came Claude and Darter, in two separate circumstances, and having an intense hatred for each other. Having disdain for the Imperial, Boris and Troll befriended the Mirror, a friendship that would lead to Troll's doom. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38675597][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=38675597&skin=2569&apparel=17899,24056,24256,24058,24055,24060,24057,24054,22680,24059&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] If one could travel back in time, and found a certain small lake deep in the viridian labyrinth, they would find a path that was seemingly paved, for it is so worn down. And on that path, one would find a friendly Snapper, eternally walking the perimeter of the lake. If one asked him where he came from, he would shrug, and say his parents told him to wait for them here, and so, his instincts desperately telling him to walk a path, any path, he walked around the lake, endlessly, waiting for their return. But now that path is abandoned and empty, slowly being reclaimed by the jungles. For Kulukan had tried to leave, to see more than just his little lake, despite the mental challenges he faced. It would not be the first time he attempted to leave, but each attempt ended with him becoming confused, disoriented, and distressed, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings overwhelming him. But this last time, he thought he might have conquered his fears, by clinging to someone he knew... [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40607496][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=40607496&skin=0&apparel=10963,12900,26141,2334,12935,12928&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Born to Regina of Clan Arenite on a trip to observe the mysterious sundial of the Light domain during Summer Solstice, Raymond inherited that thirst for enlightenment and knowledge, pursuing the books and absorbing every scrap of information he could find as a hatchling. Growing up, he took every job he could find that would further his ability to learn, first becoming a librarian, and then, when he literally outgrew the library, delivering scrolls, records, books, and all sorts of writings to and from different institutes of learning. Eventually, he landed a position with Master Ilke, Head Cartographer of Treespire, who was attempting to map as much of the tangled jungles of the Viridian Labyrinth, to dispel the mysteries and dangers through discovery. While mapping was still a skill Raymond did not yet have, he flew back and forth from the work groups to Treespire, delivering data to Master Ilke and supplies to the explorers on the ground. During a trip back to Treespire, however, Raymond was attacked by a pack of vicious dragons, one of whom cast powerful magic to drive him to the ground, where a seeming legion of Mirrors then could swarm him... [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40112940][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/401130/40112940_350.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Despite being a fully-grown adult, Yorikiro, having never borne eggs before, nearly lost all of her first clutch. On one day, her high-energy antics had her hurtling through the skies for an entire day, looking for a friend. Her body, not able to keep up with this and with growing four little eggs, gave up, and she lost half the clutch, nearly losing her own life in the process. With her caring mother's healing magic, Yorikiro and the remaining two eggs survived. Though she learned her lesson and did not engage in further mad capers, tragedy was not yet done with her nest. One night, when the group was attacked by bandits, Yorikiro was forced to fight or flee for her life, as a vicious Mirror chased her down. A day later, her nest came early, though one of the premature eggs was not yet ready. When this one finally died, Yorikiro was grief-stricken. As the stillborn hatchling was given a burial, Yorikiro decided to name him Valour. She insisted on this name, scratching it onto a stone which she laid over the grave. This incident has changed Yorikiro, and she was determined not to forget her lost ones. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39975118][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=39975118&skin=17519&apparel=1552,1709,690,26141,1553&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] An inseparable friend to Startoucher, and the nervous, overly-polite counterpart to Blackwater, Peata kept his travelling merchant lifestyle for many years through thick and thin. As his horizons broadened through the years, so too did the dangers, though they never were so severe that the trio could not handle them. That was, until they were passing through the eastern jungles of the Viridian Labyrinth. Though nearly all of the dense, overgrown territory was wrought with dangers in many shapes and forms, the trio never expected an attack from their own kind - dragonkind. But, just outside of Nihourlas, a small, fortified city, their caravan was attacked by a pack of Mirrors. Finding help in the city, for Peata sustained injuries and could not haul his wagon, his small crew was joined by a mixed band of travelers. Hoping for better luck, and strength in numbers, they set out again, only to be attacked by the same group of bandits, who finally brought the gentle giant down in a terrible fight. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39861191][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=39861191&skin=0&apparel=24732,24731,24730,24729,24735,24734,24733,25929&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The travelers were not the only ones who suffered losses in that fight. Bloodburner, only a couple months old, like all his siblings, appeared much older than he really was. Through powerful, strange magics, the growth of their bodies had been greatly accelerated, though their hatchling minds could not keep up. Urged on to quickly master the crafts their parents wished for them to learn, namely, the art of fighting, the young dragons made a very imposing pack - but it was mostly bluff. Still hatchlings at heart and mind, the "fighters" were very inexperienced. The display of being much older and more intimidating than they really were, and the eagerness to prove themselves to their parents, with their parents' eagerness to destroy their unknowing enemies, would lead to Bloodburner's death in the claws and teeth of a very dangerous foe. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40532466][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=40532466&skin=0&apparel=24732,24731,24730,24729,24735,24733,25929,24734&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Bloodburner and Peata would not be the only casualties of that fight. Many others on both sides sustained injuries, and Runesoul in particular had been severely wounded. With the help of his parents and siblings, Runesoul clung to life for as long as he could, surviving for a week. However, his wounds were far too deep, and his companions too inexperienced in the art of healing, for him to recover. Just before they could reach a town that might have been able to help him, Runesoul's broken body failed him. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38975025][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=38975025&skin=17010&apparel=15716,15699,15691,15709,15725,15748,15733&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Having a wrath that could set whole acres aflame, Flameheart had been trying to find some way to suppress her powerful outbursts. Finding love in the friendly Snapper, Kulukan, her time with him was shortened, and in her grief, she accidentally burned down her own home. Realizing that like the Ashfall Waste, the Viridian Labyrinth could not help her, she opted to travel with Lasciel, knowing his path would take her to Dragonhome. Perhaps, the grounding magics there would keep her temper in check. But she would never make it that far. Trouble and strife afflicted Lasciel's traveling group, and it wasn't long before it would find her. In her attempts to create a peace between Lasciel's group and a pack of bandits that had been chasing them down, she had been caught by the last dragon she ever wanted to find her with two Mirrors by her side. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39517811][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=39517811&skin=0&apparel=302,2980,2979,2981,2982,2983,25929,337,308,326&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The eldest of Darter's surviving brood, Rhagoh was determined to set the best example she could be for all her younger siblings. Mastering stealth and earning a tongue quick as silver, she managed to enter the city of Treespire, and in there, found a Fae she knew to belong to the faction of dragons they had been tracking ever since before she had been born. Seeing an opportunity to acquire an informant, she bravely approached the Fae in her midnight stroll. To her pleasant surprise, the Fae was also interested in talking to her. The Fae talked of peace, which she knew would never work, but she humoured the Fae for hours. As they talked, she carefully guided the Fae out of the city, where they were joined by her brother, Dantris. All was going well, so smoothly, until a particular "boulder" in the forest came to life, revealing itself to be the dreaded monster Imperial himself, a realization she only barely had time to register before it was all over. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40532465][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=40532465&skin=0&apparel=21571,25199,25197,25195,25194,25198,25193,25196,18785&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Fun, entertaining and humourous, Packrunner enjoyed being the center of attention, the light of the party - her family. In their darkest, lowest moments, she would be playing around the campfire, cheering up her siblings and parents with stories wrought from her own imagination, dazzling them with acrobatics she constantly practiced. She wasn't just a good storyteller and fascinating dancer, though. She was also a clever foe, using taunts and jabs and feigning clumsiness to lure her opponents closer to her, and away from the safety of their allies. Her first big success had been the Ridgeback. The first time they had attacked the caravan, she helped her pack score a wound on him, rendering him weakened. Then, by chance, the dread Imperial and his band joined that caravan. In the second attack, she actually managed to lure away the Ridgeback, her pack succeeding in taking him down. But the Imperial scared her. She knew it was her goal to lure him into danger, but seeing her brother, Bloodburner, die in his claws, shook her confidence. Therefore, when she was one day with her sister, Steelwind, in a city they should have not been in, desperately trying to get her sister to follow her out, she froze on the spot when the last dragon she wanted to ever see again rounded the corner, unable to distract him from her helpless sister, and unable to escape. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39861190][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=39861190&skin=0&apparel=15272,11508,11671,24729,15270,25929,5161&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Even for the group that stands out for their strange, grotesque appearances, Steelwind always stood out even further as an odd, strange child. Babbling nonsense and constantly trying to befriend slugs, it became quickly apparent that Steelwind would never become any sort of fighter. The best that Magiere could do was stick an implement in her claws and hope that one day, the random bits of magic she'd spout and spray would be fired off at the right moment, in the right place. But it was never to be. Steelwind was prone to wandering off, babbling to imaginary friends and chasing imaginary objects. This dangerous behaviour landed her inside the walls of Treespire, with one of her sisters, Packrunner, following her, trying to herd her back out again. But Steelwind had a mind of her own, sometimes following her amusing sister, sometimes not. She wasn't even aware of the great danger they were in, until it was too late. It was her death, which would eventually reach Darter's ears, that convinced the matron that her current path would only lead to more suffering for her remaining children, and Darter finally vowed to try the suggestions of her eldest son, Dantris, instead. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40990336][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=40990336&skin=22935&apparel=6272,15139,17921,17894,25348&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Claude and company briefly met Ilke, the Master Cartographer at the University of Treespire, one of the most learned dragons in the south-east Viridian Labyrinth. A studious Pearlcatcher with immaculate attention to detail, Ilke was quick to conduct business with them, in an almost off-putting manner, almost insensitive in a sensitive situation. But upon returning Raymond's things to her, the group was relieved to at least close that chapter, having one less burden on their minds and backs. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37985371][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=37985371&skin=14120&apparel=24709,24706,24519,24708,24707,24711,24710&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Magiere had it coming for a long time. His necromancy and grave-robbing had earned him a bounty on his head. For a long time, he evaded his pursuers. Then, one day, he met a Mirror who he fell in love with, and decided to travel with. Between them, they had a number of offspring, and the new clan brought with it a new lifestyle - certainly not anything a law-abiding citizen would choose, but perhaps less dirty than his past. But his past would still come back to haunt him. When the clan stopped near a great city called Treespire, the hunters finally caught up with him, arresting him and his entire family. Destroying his work, they returned the remains of the undead abomination he had created, and freed the half-wit he had kidnapped in the process. As for himself, his trial was quick, as the evidence was undeniable. Now, he is doomed to a life in the prisons beneath the roots of the Behemoth. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38207684][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=38207684&skin=16383&apparel=12529,749,21571,25209,17137,25210,25211,25212,25213&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Boris was a fool. Not the wiliest Spiral most dragons have ever seen, Boris kept getting himself involved in one problem after another. First it was the gambling. He shouldn't have done the gambling - that accumulated debt. Then, when he was desperate, he tried to pay his debts, entering one shady deal after another. Getting in with a gang, three others would become enraged with him as they were sworn enemies, but he still owed them money. Deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, Boris tried to get out, but lacked the smarts to outwit his masters. Eventually, he fled, but not before he managed to get on the bulletin boards for arrest. Staying to the most uninhabited places, Boris tried desperately to ignore his own history, unable to solve it and absolve himself of it. Then, waiting for the group he was using as a face outside a small city, he got kidnapped by a former love interest, angry with his apparent betrayal. Mind-controlled by her friends and forced to travel with them against his will, Boris spent months like this before the whole group was captured. Initially, the captors were only interested in the others, freeing him and the Wildclaw prisoner. Then, they noticed who he was... They were quick to arrest him, too, sentencing him to imprisonment under the Behemoth, finally putting an end to Boris the Clumsy's strange tale. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40133165][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=40133165&skin=3155&apparel=656&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Silmeria came at a time when things were looking bleak for her parents and their friends. Pursued by unknown evils, having just lost a valuable member to their attackers, they limped into the great city of Treespire, down a wagon, with the remainder badly damaged. Morale was low, until the entry of Silmeria and her niece, Sneak. With something new, more positive, to focus on, to care for, her family rejoiced and celebrated her hatching. For the short while she existed, Silmeria was a joy to have around. But trouble seemed to find her family in even the most unlikely of ways: She, along with her Spiral mother, sister, and niece, fell sick, severely ill of a Spiral disease. For several days, they were in the hospital as the doctors tried their best to cure them, but Silmeria was far too young and far too weak, eventually succumbing to the sickness despite the heroic efforts to save her. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39861188][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=39861188&skin=0&apparel=6531,18781,18821,18797,18813,314,326,2851,352&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Furyfang and Dantris never got along well. Dantris, the eldest of Darter's surviving brood, was, to Furyfang, a barrier in his way. He wasn't first. And it bothered him. Not able to beat Dantris in smarts, Furyfang used his strength to try and bully Dantris around, though Dantris never bought in to his jabs. Training hard to be the best fighter he could be, Furyfang inevitably viewed Dantris' suggestions to stop trying to literally fight the Imperial foe they pursued as a personal attack on Furyfang, to try to make him and his skills obsolete and useless. Furious, when Dantris walked to the city to put in motion his plan to get the Imperial arrested, Furyfang argued extensively with Darter to change her mind, to leave Dantris behind, but Darter did not back down from her decision. In a rage, he stormed off into the forest in the dead of the night. He would never be seen again. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43092856][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=43092856&skin=26932&apparel=15312,15314,15313,15310,21281,21273,21297&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Born of nobility in the city, Rosanne found her various suitors to be of bland flavour and her surroundings to be disquieting. Longing to get away from the urban life, Rosanne went traveling before finding her polar opposite, Laine. As one might say, opposites attract. At least, superficially. It wasn't long before each was driving the other nuts with habits from their own lifestyles clashing badly with the other's. To save the situation and make it non-hostile to their children, the two dragons compromised, splitting apart but living near each other. Separation caused them to drift apart over the years, though their children kept their connection alive. As Rosanne grew older, she grew weaker and became sick. Reaching out to her daughter, she asked Machai to bring Laine to her, so they could be together again before she was gone. Machai came back empty-handed and horrified, saying Laine was apparently kidnapped. Grief struck Rosanne, and she soon passed, of a broken heart. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44960665][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=44960665&skin=21139&apparel=23119,26277,24065,23121,23122,23123,23120,24067&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] An elderly Wildclaw, Blossom Mint spent her days knitting endlessly, while also managing the infirmary at the University of Treespire, tending to the offspring of students studying there, and occasionally, as a caregiver, temporarily providing a home for the lost and homeless youth, until better accommodations could be arranged. Though strict and impersonable, Blossom Mint took her position seriously, giving, to the best of her ability, the best care she could to each and every being that walked into her infirmary. From the meekest of Longneck foals to the rowdiest of Wildclaw dragonets, Blossom Mint could handle them all. But her match was met, one day, when she took on eight young dragons with a gruesome history, despite being so young still. She tried to help them, but her kind of help was not what they needed. During the night, one of them, wielding powers outlawed in every corner of Sornieth, powers no one could have predicted he knew, killed her, in a brash decision to try to escape his perceived imprisonment. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39672634][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=39672634&skin=0&apparel=25347,6273,3284,16235,12908,6031,21857,5157&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Startoucher is a friendly Tundra who was the face of his little trio of business partners. After bandits attacked his caravan, injuring his friend Peata, he found himself in the company of a ragtag group of dragons - one of whom, the Imperial named Claude, he deeply distrusted. Their help would prove essential, when the bandits once again attacked, leaving Peata dead and one of the wagons in ruin. Forced to take cover in Treespire, he and Blackwater regathered their supplies, wares, and thoughts, as he continued his secret journal, trying to piece together the mystery of the attacks, and the mystery surrounding Claude. Finding out that Claude was lying during an investigation of a murder, Startoucher met with the captain of the guard in secret, telling him everything the Tundra had written down. Fearing retribution for his damning account of Claude, Startoucher then sought out a way to leave Treespire quickly - and that came in the form of new business partners. Also having grief with the bandits, he met a family of merchants and ranchers, and a trade deal was made that would help Startoucher and Blackwater regain what they had lost. So when they all agreed to meet up at Machai's ranch, Startoucher took the opportunity to travel immediately with Krys and his daughters, leaving the very next day, while Blackwater stayed behind, to get the repairs to the wagon done. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46145579][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=46145579&skin=0&apparel=12924,12931,690,552&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The son of Vorion, Elza is a Bogsneak through and through - preferring solitude to company, Elza could not even stand spying for Quiso's squad. Eventually, his father found him a position that kept him away from others for long periods of time: Messenger. Running back and forth between the Behemoth, the central command of the exalted ranks, and Quiso's squad, Elza delivered correspondence, keeping each group up-to-date on the other's actions and needs. This eventually lead to a more postal job, unique to his specific circumstances: He was the connection between various highly secretive organizations with in the Ranks. However, he couldn't simply bee-line his way to his recipients. Instead, he has a very long and very random path he takes, delivering everything and anything for nearly anyone, making linking his 'special' deliveries extremely hard to track. This valuable position also lets him carry communications from his sister, Icyheart, and he is her most important connection to the Ranks. It is for this extremely important and secretive role that Elza is rarely seen in any one place: He does not linger, so as to make no specific stopping point seem any more important than the rest. Did he visit Treespire? Maybe. Was it to deliver something important, or something mundane? Only Elza, and his recipients, know. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38363448][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=38363448&skin=21587&apparel=24732,24735,15271,15274,15273,24730,25929,24733,24734&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] For a long time, Darter had been plotting Claude's demise, going as far as enlisting the help of a dangerous necromancer, Magiere. Together, they raised a small army of their own offspring, training the young hatchlings to hunt and kill other dragons. Little did Darter know, Magiere himself was already hunted, and when the clan stopped in the outskirts of Treespire, a large city inside which the foul Imperial currently was staying, Magiere's hunters finally caught up with him. Arresting the whole clan, the Exalted warriors at first did not know fully what each member had been involved in, but quickly, it was revealed that most of the clan were still only hatchlings, in adult-sized bodies. That, compounded with the murder of an Imperial who had called Treespire home, quickly began to heap crimes upon Darter's head. What sealed her fate, however, was Quiso, who, sharp as ever, realized Darter rather neatly fit the description of a wanted Mirror from a highly secretive cult-like gang, originating in the Tangled Wood. Suspected, Darter finally earned her one-way ticket to the prisons under the roots of the Behemoth. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46145578][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=46145578&skin=0&apparel=27558,24737,26630,26536,24741,26537&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The squad was finally at the point of finishing their mission; all that was left to do was transport the arrested dragons involved to their final destinations. But not every dragon now under their watchful eyes was to go to the roots of the Behemoth, for two, though adult in appearance thanks to their father's corrupting magic, were barely more than hatchlings. Therefore, they were to be sent to a delinquent's school, while their parents needed transportation to the Behemoth. Danilo, the gentle giant that he was, volunteered to take the hatchlings, two Skydancers who exhibited powerful and dangerous magic, and took a liking to the frightened young dragons. His calm demeanor eventually won them over, and, though the rest of the squad feared for him, the trio traveled without a hitch. For years after this, Danilo would regularly visit the two youth, and he would eventually adopt them as his own, once they were ready and permitted to leave their dreary 'home'. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46704695][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=46704695&skin=14680&apparel=2596,2602,4004,1709,690,20548&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The hatchling pack briefly met Smash during their first dinner in the home of Odin and Dakota. A celebratory dinner, it was in Smash's honour, as Smash had become of age, and found himself good employment under the Head of Cartography, moving out of his childhood home, which the large Ridgeback had quite outgrown, to take up residence in the university. The position Smash got had been Raymond's. Odin and Dakota were quite alarmed to hear their adopted son had taken the ill-fated job, unknowing that most of the 'bandit' pack were now in their very own home. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46877563][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=46877563&skin=0&apparel=8597,20602,9447,31588,8596,973,9814,7281,7280,26868&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Claude briefly 'met' Riveting during his stay in the Treespire hospital. Not wholly sane, Riveting believed himself to be a Cog Frog, an extremely rare, ancient mechanical construct of eras gone by, and, as equally absurd as his mental illusions, the Snapper somehow had one of these fascinating and delicate constructs, which he is very protective of. Riveting's 'path' is a circle around his mechanical companion, and his caretakers have noticed he'll faithfully stay in one location, as long as the frog is there. Carrying the frog, they lead him to the hospital of Treespire, located directly adjacent to the university, and he often has doting visitors, wanting to study the rare artifact in his possession. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41769229][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=41769229&skin=26343&apparel=24736,26630,1867,21803,21808,21809,21806,950,21804&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] A battle-hardened warrior with over a century of fighting under her belt, Tintalle, tired, stepped away from the front lines of the Exalted Warriors to seek a position that might bring a slower change of pace. That position happened to be one with Quiso's squad, in which her old mate Vornion served, a group of Exalted Warriors who focused primarily on detective work and dismantling criminal organizations within the Viridian Labyrinth. Primarily a medium-breed squad whose targets were usually medium-breed or smaller, this worked well for Tintalle, and for her son, who never much liked the front lines anyway. The squad had to temporarily split up in Treespire - half taking three separate criminals all caught in one swoop, to the prisons below the Behemoth, with the other half creating an envoy to escort an insane Imperial to Hainu's-Den. Not wanting to be part of the large, cumbersome, and slow envoy, Tintalle was happy to fly instead with three prisoners and a few of her crew. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39861192][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=39861192&skin=0&apparel=25048,8955,25044,25929,25047&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Forestfalcon was the good boy. Always by his father's side, Forestfalcon was quiet, diligent, and observant. Everything Magiere asked of him, Forestfalcon strove to exceed in. It was natural, then, that Forestfalcon desperately wanted to become like Magiere, his favourite dragon and only role model. Magiere refused to teach Forestfalcon, however, for the older Skydancer had finally learned some sense, and at the very least, knew that his gifts were a curse in society, and brought a lifestyle he never would want to inflict upon his own children, so he flatly refused to teach Forestfalcon anything of his aberrant magic. That didn't stop Forestfalcon from spying on his father, attempting to learn from what he could see Magiere using. Soon, he could wield some the eldritch power for himself, even through simple observation. He figured, if he learned it on his own, he could impress his father. The young dragon had not yet learned that with such power came dire consequences - until it was much too late. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47400548][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=47400548&skin=18603&apparel=21869,21871,21872,21867,21868,21874,24519,21873,28150&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Barely a year old, Nayomi was found wandering about in the warzone between the borders of the Viridian Labyrinth and the Tangled Wood. Knowing that a warzone was no place for a young wyrmling, the soldiers that found her brought her back to camp within the outskirts of the Gladekeeper's domain, though she resisted their efforts every step of the way, crying that it was the wrong direction. Apparently, she was looking for her brother, saying he had been chased away from their home way out in the Scarred Wasteland, far from where she was. Realizing she was unlikely to ever find her old clan again, the soldiers handed her into the care of a fostering ring in Treespire. They had just taken in a pack of 6 other Mirrors, and felt the match would be perfect. Nayomi thought otherwise - not that she didn't like her new siblings, but she had a family already - she just needed to find her missing brother! So when 3 of the Mirrors escaped into the night, she took advantage of the ensuing chaos and snuck off as well. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45375633][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=45375633&skin=0&apparel=27348,2761,27993,27995,27996,3541,27359&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Born with silver spoons in their mouths, Asche and her sister, Iskra, had never known a moment of wanting, having servants fulfilling their every wish on the spot. Spoiled and rotten, the young sisters had a very narrow view of the world around them, being raised in decadence and wealth. That all came abruptly to an end, in their minds, when their mother loaded up the carriage and told them to hop in, "for we are looking for your grandfather!" They had met the older Wildclaw on only a couple occasions, and thought poorly of him, just a "common folk" and "very smelly." Bored in the carriage, without all their toys, treats, and servants to boss around, the pair endlessly complained to their mother. The savior of their mother's sanity was their father, who happened to also be traveling with them, though he had previously never been a part of their life. A businessman and a noble, the Nocturne was fascinating to Asche especially, who spent long hours learning from him all the etiquette of the noble world. When they finally arrived in Treespire and their grandfather and, apparently, dead grandmother were found, Krys wasted no time in leaving, as "time is money", and Asche finally left her mother's side to join him on the way back. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40112939][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=40112939&skin=0&apparel=3541,400,536&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The last of Yorikiro's ill-fated nest, Sneak was born alongside her aunt, Silmeria, and for a brief while, she brought great joy to her mother, and to all those around her. However, as with all her siblings, her candle was short, and she would succumb to sickness, alongside Silmeria, leaving her family grief-stricken, though they survived their own brush with death. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46535646][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=46535646&skin=0&apparel=289,287,5169,285,6529,288,5405&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Found alone in the jungles, no one knows where Ewara or his siblings came from. For a while, the warriors who found them tried to find their home and reunite them with their families, but no answer ever came, with the four Tundras not recognizing anyone they ever met, even through smell. They were placed in the home of Odin and Dakota, as the pair regularly encountered many, many dragons - Odin would let the Tundras play in his busy shop, while Dakota took them on his path. Still no answers. Even stranger, were the Tundras themselves, however. Paitar never learned to speak, only communicating with growls and other primitive vocalizations, and he becomes particularly vicious and feral under the moonlight - it was what would eventually lead him to his doom, when he and Barnard crossed paths with 3 feeling, murderous Mirrors. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44386660][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=44386660&skin=0&apparel=444,448,23030,6035,472&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Upon discovering that his mother's grave had been robbed of her remains, Krys sought after the authorities, demanding an answer and demanding she be found. His demands reached Quiso, Commander of a nearby squad of Exalted warriors, who believed she may have an answer: She was already tracking down a necromancer from a nearby town, and graverobbing was definitely among his crimes. Krys, already furious that the desecration of his mother's grave had even happened in the first place, insisted on traveling with the squad as they embarked on their wild goose chase, determined to make sure no more 'screw-ups' would happen. He, along with a former mate and her family, whose father had also been kidnapped by the same dragon, would travel with the squad all the way to Treespire, where finally, the bandit and his entire clan were caught. His mother finally returned to a truly dead state, Krys, suddenly realizing he had no interest in traveling with a rotting corpse, hastily made arrangements for her to be returned at a slightly later date, claiming he must make all haste to return to his business and could not carry such heavy 'luggage' and, with his daughters and a new business partner, he quickly left Treespire for home. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44329797][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=44329797&skin=3654&apparel=15716,6273,11218,22919,15740,15691,15732,5910,2759&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The talented therapist, Dicerbo was gifted in her career, having even broken free of the monotone speech of Faes after decades of practice, all to make herself ever more approachable by any dragon. Quiso, whose squad dynamics and delicate operations was enough to make any dragon insane, had to beg her superiors to send someone to help with the interpersonal relationships - especially with a certain prissy Pearlcatcher family in tow. When they discovered that a good number of their quarry were hatchlings, Dicerbo was once again the saving grace of the situation, qualified to prevent and handle any mental trauma the hatchlings might've faced. However, Dicerbo's methods of interacting with the hatchlings was limiting the amount of information she could get out of them, which greatly displeased Quiso, who needed answers the hatchlings had. A deep disagreement formed between the two, and Quiso took matters into her own hands, attempting to interrogate the eldest hatchling, Dantris, before Dicerbo flew in to stop her. An argument broke out, ending in Quiso dismissing Dicerbo. Choked and horrified, Dicerbo had no choice, and her heart wept for the young dragons she could no longer help. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45375635][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=45375635&skin=0&apparel=23715,26559,26560,17880,3542,26556,23719,26557,23717,23718,27150&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Born with silver spoons in their mouths, Iskra, and her sister Asche, had never known a moment of wanting, having servants fulfilling their every wish on the spot. Spoiled and rotten, the young sisters had a very narrow view of the world around them, being raised in decadence and wealth. That all came abruptly to an end, in their minds, when their mother loaded up the carriage and told them to hop in, "for we are looking for your grandfather!" They had met the older Wildclaw on only a couple occasions, and thought poorly of him, just a "common folk" and "very smelly." Bored in the carriage, without all their toys, treats, and servants to boss around, the pair endlessly complained to their mother. When Asche struck up conversation with the Nocturne they knew was their father, Iskra, bored and uninterested in him, took a liking to her uncle, Misieth. In her, he ignited a spark of wanderlust, the same wanderlust that he had when he was her age, but Machai, not liking her brother's lifestyle, was quick to intervene, and when Asche was to return home with her father, Machai was quick to also send Iskra. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39861189][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=39861189&skin=0&apparel=24732,24729,24730,3689,24731,24735,25929,24734,24733&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Mantiswing was a master of control magics, knocking an Imperial out of the sky at an extremely young age. It was her first most impressive 'catch', and something she was immensely proud of, and it was the murder of this Imperial that would eventually change the course of her entire clan - dooming her parents to imprisonment, and sending her siblings to a new home entirely, for better or worse. As for herself - she found herself following her brother's steps. Both were gifted with powerful and dangerous magic, and both would attempt to use their powers in the worst possible situations, landing both on a one-way trip to a delinquent's school. In her case, as she watched her brother be interrogated by a Wildclaw who had terrified her and her siblings, she unleashed a spell to knock the Wildclaw out in a moment of panic, scared that Dantris might be hurt. The Wildclaw, hideously angry, returned later with the rest of her squad, to drag poor Mantiswing away. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43480282][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=43480282&skin=21989&apparel=26630,15134,13818,13842,13810&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Fiona and her siblings form a very tight, cohesive and well-coordinated pack of Mirrors, who, should the need ever arise, can very quickly take down their targets. Born into Quiso's squad, they were all trained from a young age, and are a formidable force. When the squad needed to temporarily split up, with one group escorting a trio of criminals and the other a dangerous Imperial, Fiona left with Tintalle to escort the criminals to their final destination beneath the roots of the Behemoth; her skills as a control mage very useful should the criminals ever dare to think of trying to escape. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44004100][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=44004100&skin=18017&apparel=26630,21810,23088,23086,23091,348&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Irady and her siblings form a very tight, cohesive and well-coordinated pack of Mirrors, who, should the need ever arise, can very quickly take down their targets. Born into Quiso's squad, they were all trained from a young age, and are a formidable force. When the squad needed to temporarily split up, with one group escorting a trio of criminals and the other a dangerous Imperial, Irady preferred to leave with Tintalle to escort the criminals to their final destination beneath the roots of the Behemoth - the thought of walking through the hot jungle rather than swiftly flying not suiting her preferences well. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44377873][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=44377873&skin=0&apparel=26630,24892,20585,13810,13858&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Ynyr and her siblings form a very tight, cohesive and well-coordinated pack of Mirrors, who, should the need ever arise, can very quickly take down their targets. Born into Quiso's squad, they were all trained from a young age, and are a formidable force. When the squad needed to temporarily split up, with one group escorting a trio of criminals and the other a dangerous Imperial, Ynyr found the idea of flying with a few rowdy criminals to watch over to be much more entertaining than walking through the jungle with an angry Imperial in tow, and so decided to join Tintalle and escort the criminals to their final destination beneath the roots of the Behemoth. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41988599][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=41988599&skin=26642&apparel=26630,24717,24713,25042,23036&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Nadja, once a deft smuggler who would eventually turn coat on his old allies, joining the side of the law, in exchange for his freedom. Serving new masters, he formed a close bond with them, and fought for many years to undo the criminal world he once worked in. In Treespire, their current quest would unravel, and they successfully caught the necromancer they were hunting - but with him, came a complex can of worms. In his company were two other wanted criminals, one, a suspected member of a secretive cult, and the other, a gambler who owed a lot of money to a lot of dragons. Sending the trio off, there were off-shoot problems now to solve; primarily, arranging the safe escort of an insane Imperial. It would be during this trip when Nadja would meet his untimely demise: The Imperial, having an intense hatred for Nadja's boss, Quiso, managed to grab her, and Nadja rushed to her aide, pulling her away from the Imperial's claws - only to be grabbed himself, and slain. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49834478][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=49834478&skin=21587&apparel=23113,27765,23114,28801,23117,28803,28802,27989,23115,26139&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Sunniva has dedicated her live to studying the Shade - as much as those in charge would allow, anyway. She has no desire to attempt to 'wield' it as a power, only to study it to better Dragonkind's understanding of it, but even so, her immersive research has taken it's toll on her physically, and she has had to reinforce herself with Arcane power to keep it at bay. She hopes that her research will help vanquish it one day, though many scoff when they hear this - for it the gods had failed, why would she, a single Mirror, succeed? Despite the doubters, she continues forward with her research, and has focused primarily on the most common manifestation of the Shade within dragons: Emperors. Studying both Emperors and Imperials, as well as Pearlcatchers, she has come to some startling conclusions... [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46544184][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=46544184&skin=0&apparel=11516,11518,11517,5165,5402,17927,17918&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] Found alone in the jungles, no one knows where Barnard or his cousins came from. For a while, the warriors who found them tried to find their home and reunite them with their families, but no answer ever came, with the four Tundras not recognizing anyone they ever met, even through smell. They were placed in the home of Odin and Dakota, as the pair regularly encountered many, many dragons - Odin would let the Tundras play in his busy shop, while Dakota took them on his path. Still no answers. Unlike his cousins, Barnard does not seem to be affected by the moonlight, and seems the most normal of the four. The only one, minus Dakota, capable of calming Paitar at night, he had the misfortune of being outside with Paitar when 3 Mirrors who had recently been brought into his home crossed their paths, and a fight ensued, leading to his and Paitar's deaths. [/columns] [columns] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49444903][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=49444903&skin=4144&apparel=8603,8318,9817,8602,9450,9219,8814&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The eldest of Apocalypse's children, Lightfoot is also the lightest - by Guardian standards only. Still a formidable force to be reckoned with, Lightfoot has the advantage of reach and agility, and is more often than his brethren, the guard. Keeping a sharp eye open, Lightfoot is usually either scouting in front, or trailing behind whatever train the group are protecting. Their most recent job, however, would land Lightfoot in trouble. The task was simple: Escort a dangerous Imperial through the Viridian Labyrinth. What they didn't account for was the Imperial's ability to outlast even their strength, and the wily beast wound up snapping Lightfoot's neck. Put out of commission while a healer slowly worked her magic to repair the damage, Lightfoot was left behind by the envoy, and would have to catch up with his brethren later. [/columns]

Ganondorf

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January 05, 2018 17:15:17

Past Dragons:

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Troll was a secretive, quiet dragon who only gave his words sparingly to most. According to Boris, the two of them had met some time ago, for reasons Boris won't share. Since then, they had traveled for a number of years together, eventually joining up with a Snapper named Lasciel. They kept mostly to themselves, and Lasciel never bothered to pry, having a hunch he was better off not knowing their intent.

Then came Claude and Darter, in two separate circumstances, and having an intense hatred for each other. Having disdain for the Imperial, Boris and Troll befriended the Mirror, a friendship that would lead to Troll's doom.

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If one could travel back in time, and found a certain small lake deep in the viridian labyrinth, they would find a path that was seemingly paved, for it is so worn down. And on that path, one would find a friendly Snapper, eternally walking the perimeter of the lake. If one asked him where he came from, he would shrug, and say his parents told him to wait for them here, and so, his instincts desperately telling him to walk a path, any path, he walked around the lake, endlessly, waiting for their return.

But now that path is abandoned and empty, slowly being reclaimed by the jungles. For Kulukan had tried to leave, to see more than just his little lake, despite the mental challenges he faced. It would not be the first time he attempted to leave, but each attempt ended with him becoming confused, disoriented, and distressed, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings overwhelming him. But this last time, he thought he might have conquered his fears, by clinging to someone he knew...

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Born to Regina of Clan Arenite on a trip to observe the mysterious sundial of the Light domain during Summer Solstice, Raymond inherited that thirst for enlightenment and knowledge, pursuing the books and absorbing every scrap of information he could find as a hatchling. Growing up, he took every job he could find that would further his ability to learn, first becoming a librarian, and then, when he literally outgrew the library, delivering scrolls, records, books, and all sorts of writings to and from different institutes of learning.

Eventually, he landed a position with Master Ilke, Head Cartographer of Treespire, who was attempting to map as much of the tangled jungles of the Viridian Labyrinth, to dispel the mysteries and dangers through discovery. While mapping was still a skill Raymond did not yet have, he flew back and forth from the work groups to Treespire, delivering data to Master Ilke and supplies to the explorers on the ground.

During a trip back to Treespire, however, Raymond was attacked by a pack of vicious dragons, one of whom cast powerful magic to drive him to the ground, where a seeming legion of Mirrors then could swarm him...

Despite being a fully-grown adult, Yorikiro, having never borne eggs before, nearly lost all of her first clutch. On one day, her high-energy antics had her hurtling through the skies for an entire day, looking for a friend. Her body, not able to keep up with this and with growing four little eggs, gave up, and she lost half the clutch, nearly losing her own life in the process. With her caring mother's healing magic, Yorikiro and the remaining two eggs survived.

Though she learned her lesson and did not engage in further mad capers, tragedy was not yet done with her nest. One night, when the group was attacked by bandits, Yorikiro was forced to fight or flee for her life, as a vicious Mirror chased her down. A day later, her nest came early, though one of the premature eggs was not yet ready. When this one finally died, Yorikiro was grief-stricken.

As the stillborn hatchling was given a burial, Yorikiro decided to name him Valour. She insisted on this name, scratching it onto a stone which she laid over the grave. This incident has changed Yorikiro, and she was determined not to forget her lost ones.

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An inseparable friend to Startoucher, and the nervous, overly-polite counterpart to Blackwater, Peata kept his travelling merchant lifestyle for many years through thick and thin. As his horizons broadened through the years, so too did the dangers, though they never were so severe that the trio could not handle them.

That was, until they were passing through the eastern jungles of the Viridian Labyrinth. Though nearly all of the dense, overgrown territory was wrought with dangers in many shapes and forms, the trio never expected an attack from their own kind - dragonkind. But, just outside of Nihourlas, a small, fortified city, their caravan was attacked by a pack of Mirrors.

Finding help in the city, for Peata sustained injuries and could not haul his wagon, his small crew was joined by a mixed band of travelers. Hoping for better luck, and strength in numbers, they set out again, only to be attacked by the same group of bandits, who finally brought the gentle giant down in a terrible fight.

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The travelers were not the only ones who suffered losses in that fight. Bloodburner, only a couple months old, like all his siblings, appeared much older than he really was. Through powerful, strange magics, the growth of their bodies had been greatly accelerated, though their hatchling minds could not keep up.

Urged on to quickly master the crafts their parents wished for them to learn, namely, the art of fighting, the young dragons made a very imposing pack - but it was mostly bluff. Still hatchlings at heart and mind, the "fighters" were very inexperienced. The display of being much older and more intimidating than they really were, and the eagerness to prove themselves to their parents, with their parents' eagerness to destroy their unknowing enemies, would lead to Bloodburner's death in the claws and teeth of a very dangerous foe.

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Bloodburner and Peata would not be the only casualties of that fight. Many others on both sides sustained injuries, and Runesoul in particular had been severely wounded. With the help of his parents and siblings, Runesoul clung to life for as long as he could, surviving for a week.

However, his wounds were far too deep, and his companions too inexperienced in the art of healing, for him to recover. Just before they could reach a town that might have been able to help him, Runesoul's broken body failed him.

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Having a wrath that could set whole acres aflame, Flameheart had been trying to find some way to suppress her powerful outbursts. Finding love in the friendly Snapper, Kulukan, her time with him was shortened, and in her grief, she accidentally burned down her own home. Realizing that like the Ashfall Waste, the Viridian Labyrinth could not help her, she opted to travel with Lasciel, knowing his path would take her to Dragonhome. Perhaps, the grounding magics there would keep her temper in check.

But she would never make it that far. Trouble and strife afflicted Lasciel's traveling group, and it wasn't long before it would find her. In her attempts to create a peace between Lasciel's group and a pack of bandits that had been chasing them down, she had been caught by the last dragon she ever wanted to find her with two Mirrors by her side.

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The eldest of Darter's surviving brood, Rhagoh was determined to set the best example she could be for all her younger siblings. Mastering stealth and earning a tongue quick as silver, she managed to enter the city of Treespire, and in there, found a Fae she knew to belong to the faction of dragons they had been tracking ever since before she had been born. Seeing an opportunity to acquire an informant, she bravely approached the Fae in her midnight stroll.

To her pleasant surprise, the Fae was also interested in talking to her. The Fae talked of peace, which she knew would never work, but she humoured the Fae for hours. As they talked, she carefully guided the Fae out of the city, where they were joined by her brother, Dantris.

All was going well, so smoothly, until a particular "boulder" in the forest came to life, revealing itself to be the dreaded monster Imperial himself, a realization she only barely had time to register before it was all over.

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Fun, entertaining and humourous, Packrunner enjoyed being the center of attention, the light of the party - her family. In their darkest, lowest moments, she would be playing around the campfire, cheering up her siblings and parents with stories wrought from her own imagination, dazzling them with acrobatics she constantly practiced. She wasn't just a good storyteller and fascinating dancer, though. She was also a clever foe, using taunts and jabs and feigning clumsiness to lure her opponents closer to her, and away from the safety of their allies.

Her first big success had been the Ridgeback. The first time they had attacked the caravan, she helped her pack score a wound on him, rendering him weakened. Then, by chance, the dread Imperial and his band joined that caravan. In the second attack, she actually managed to lure away the Ridgeback, her pack succeeding in taking him down.

But the Imperial scared her. She knew it was her goal to lure him into danger, but seeing her brother, Bloodburner, die in his claws, shook her confidence. Therefore, when she was one day with her sister, Steelwind, in a city they should have not been in, desperately trying to get her sister to follow her out, she froze on the spot when the last dragon she wanted to ever see again rounded the corner, unable to distract him from her helpless sister, and unable to escape.

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Even for the group that stands out for their strange, grotesque appearances, Steelwind always stood out even further as an odd, strange child. Babbling nonsense and constantly trying to befriend slugs, it became quickly apparent that Steelwind would never become any sort of fighter. The best that Magiere could do was stick an implement in her claws and hope that one day, the random bits of magic she'd spout and spray would be fired off at the right moment, in the right place.

But it was never to be. Steelwind was prone to wandering off, babbling to imaginary friends and chasing imaginary objects. This dangerous behaviour landed her inside the walls of Treespire, with one of her sisters, Packrunner, following her, trying to herd her back out again. But Steelwind had a mind of her own, sometimes following her amusing sister, sometimes not. She wasn't even aware of the great danger they were in, until it was too late.

It was her death, which would eventually reach Darter's ears, that convinced the matron that her current path would only lead to more suffering for her remaining children, and Darter finally vowed to try the suggestions of her eldest son, Dantris, instead.

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Claude and company briefly met Ilke, the Master Cartographer at the University of Treespire, one of the most learned dragons in the south-east Viridian Labyrinth. A studious Pearlcatcher with immaculate attention to detail, Ilke was quick to conduct business with them, in an almost off-putting manner, almost insensitive in a sensitive situation.

But upon returning Raymond's things to her, the group was relieved to at least close that chapter, having one less burden on their minds and backs.

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Magiere had it coming for a long time. His necromancy and grave-robbing had earned him a bounty on his head. For a long time, he evaded his pursuers. Then, one day, he met a Mirror who he fell in love with, and decided to travel with. Between them, they had a number of offspring, and the new clan brought with it a new lifestyle - certainly not anything a law-abiding citizen would choose, but perhaps less dirty than his past.

But his past would still come back to haunt him. When the clan stopped near a great city called Treespire, the hunters finally caught up with him, arresting him and his entire family. Destroying his work, they returned the remains of the undead abomination he had created, and freed the half-wit he had kidnapped in the process.

As for himself, his trial was quick, as the evidence was undeniable. Now, he is doomed to a life in the prisons beneath the roots of the Behemoth.

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Boris was a fool. Not the wiliest Spiral most dragons have ever seen, Boris kept getting himself involved in one problem after another. First it was the gambling. He shouldn't have done the gambling - that accumulated debt. Then, when he was desperate, he tried to pay his debts, entering one shady deal after another. Getting in with a gang, three others would become enraged with him as they were sworn enemies, but he still owed them money.

Deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, Boris tried to get out, but lacked the smarts to outwit his masters. Eventually, he fled, but not before he managed to get on the bulletin boards for arrest. Staying to the most uninhabited places, Boris tried desperately to ignore his own history, unable to solve it and absolve himself of it.

Then, waiting for the group he was using as a face outside a small city, he got kidnapped by a former love interest, angry with his apparent betrayal. Mind-controlled by her friends and forced to travel with them against his will, Boris spent months like this before the whole group was captured. Initially, the captors were only interested in the others, freeing him and the Wildclaw prisoner. Then, they noticed who he was...

They were quick to arrest him, too, sentencing him to imprisonment under the Behemoth, finally putting an end to Boris the Clumsy's strange tale.

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Silmeria came at a time when things were looking bleak for her parents and their friends. Pursued by unknown evils, having just lost a valuable member to their attackers, they limped into the great city of Treespire, down a wagon, with the remainder badly damaged. Morale was low, until the entry of Silmeria and her niece, Sneak. With something new, more positive, to focus on, to care for, her family rejoiced and celebrated her hatching.

For the short while she existed, Silmeria was a joy to have around.

But trouble seemed to find her family in even the most unlikely of ways: She, along with her Spiral mother, sister, and niece, fell sick, severely ill of a Spiral disease. For several days, they were in the hospital as the doctors tried their best to cure them, but Silmeria was far too young and far too weak, eventually succumbing to the sickness despite the heroic efforts to save her.

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Furyfang and Dantris never got along well. Dantris, the eldest of Darter's surviving brood, was, to Furyfang, a barrier in his way. He wasn't first. And it bothered him. Not able to beat Dantris in smarts, Furyfang used his strength to try and bully Dantris around, though Dantris never bought in to his jabs.

Training hard to be the best fighter he could be, Furyfang inevitably viewed Dantris' suggestions to stop trying to literally fight the Imperial foe they pursued as a personal attack on Furyfang, to try to make him and his skills obsolete and useless. Furious, when Dantris walked to the city to put in motion his plan to get the Imperial arrested, Furyfang argued extensively with Darter to change her mind, to leave Dantris behind, but Darter did not back down from her decision. In a rage, he stormed off into the forest in the dead of the night.

He would never be seen again.

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Born of nobility in the city, Rosanne found her various suitors to be of bland flavour and her surroundings to be disquieting. Longing to get away from the urban life, Rosanne went traveling before finding her polar opposite, Laine.

As one might say, opposites attract. At least, superficially. It wasn't long before each was driving the other nuts with habits from their own lifestyles clashing badly with the other's. To save the situation and make it non-hostile to their children, the two dragons compromised, splitting apart but living near each other.

Separation caused them to drift apart over the years, though their children kept their connection alive. As Rosanne grew older, she grew weaker and became sick. Reaching out to her daughter, she asked Machai to bring Laine to her, so they could be together again before she was gone. Machai came back empty-handed and horrified, saying Laine was apparently kidnapped. Grief struck Rosanne, and she soon passed, of a broken heart.

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An elderly Wildclaw, Blossom Mint spent her days knitting endlessly, while also managing the infirmary at the University of Treespire, tending to the offspring of students studying there, and occasionally, as a caregiver, temporarily providing a home for the lost and homeless youth, until better accommodations could be arranged.

Though strict and impersonable, Blossom Mint took her position seriously, giving, to the best of her ability, the best care she could to each and every being that walked into her infirmary. From the meekest of Longneck foals to the rowdiest of Wildclaw dragonets, Blossom Mint could handle them all.

But her match was met, one day, when she took on eight young dragons with a gruesome history, despite being so young still. She tried to help them, but her kind of help was not what they needed. During the night, one of them, wielding powers outlawed in every corner of Sornieth, powers no one could have predicted he knew, killed her, in a brash decision to try to escape his perceived imprisonment.

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Startoucher is a friendly Tundra who was the face of his little trio of business partners. After bandits attacked his caravan, injuring his friend Peata, he found himself in the company of a ragtag group of dragons - one of whom, the Imperial named Claude, he deeply distrusted. Their help would prove essential, when the bandits once again attacked, leaving Peata dead and one of the wagons in ruin.

Forced to take cover in Treespire, he and Blackwater regathered their supplies, wares, and thoughts, as he continued his secret journal, trying to piece together the mystery of the attacks, and the mystery surrounding Claude. Finding out that Claude was lying during an investigation of a murder, Startoucher met with the captain of the guard in secret, telling him everything the Tundra had written down. Fearing retribution for his damning account of Claude, Startoucher then sought out a way to leave Treespire quickly - and that came in the form of new business partners. Also having grief with the bandits, he met a family of merchants and ranchers, and a trade deal was made that would help Startoucher and Blackwater regain what they had lost.

So when they all agreed to meet up at Machai's ranch, Startoucher took the opportunity to travel immediately with Krys and his daughters, leaving the very next day, while Blackwater stayed behind, to get the repairs to the wagon done.

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The son of Vorion, Elza is a Bogsneak through and through - preferring solitude to company, Elza could not even stand spying for Quiso's squad. Eventually, his father found him a position that kept him away from others for long periods of time: Messenger. Running back and forth between the Behemoth, the central command of the exalted ranks, and Quiso's squad, Elza delivered correspondence, keeping each group up-to-date on the other's actions and needs.

This eventually lead to a more postal job, unique to his specific circumstances: He was the connection between various highly secretive organizations with in the Ranks. However, he couldn't simply bee-line his way to his recipients. Instead, he has a very long and very random path he takes, delivering everything and anything for nearly anyone, making linking his 'special' deliveries extremely hard to track. This valuable position also lets him carry communications from his sister, Icyheart, and he is her most important connection to the Ranks.

It is for this extremely important and secretive role that Elza is rarely seen in any one place: He does not linger, so as to make no specific stopping point seem any more important than the rest. Did he visit Treespire? Maybe. Was it to deliver something important, or something mundane? Only Elza, and his recipients, know.

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For a long time, Darter had been plotting Claude's demise, going as far as enlisting the help of a dangerous necromancer, Magiere. Together, they raised a small army of their own offspring, training the young hatchlings to hunt and kill other dragons. Little did Darter know, Magiere himself was already hunted, and when the clan stopped in the outskirts of Treespire, a large city inside which the foul Imperial currently was staying, Magiere's hunters finally caught up with him.

Arresting the whole clan, the Exalted warriors at first did not know fully what each member had been involved in, but quickly, it was revealed that most of the clan were still only hatchlings, in adult-sized bodies. That, compounded with the murder of an Imperial who had called Treespire home, quickly began to heap crimes upon Darter's head.

What sealed her fate, however, was Quiso, who, sharp as ever, realized Darter rather neatly fit the description of a wanted Mirror from a highly secretive cult-like gang, originating in the Tangled Wood. Suspected, Darter finally earned her one-way ticket to the prisons under the roots of the Behemoth.

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The squad was finally at the point of finishing their mission; all that was left to do was transport the arrested dragons involved to their final destinations. But not every dragon now under their watchful eyes was to go to the roots of the Behemoth, for two, though adult in appearance thanks to their father's corrupting magic, were barely more than hatchlings.

Therefore, they were to be sent to a delinquent's school, while their parents needed transportation to the Behemoth. Danilo, the gentle giant that he was, volunteered to take the hatchlings, two Skydancers who exhibited powerful and dangerous magic, and took a liking to the frightened young dragons. His calm demeanor eventually won them over, and, though the rest of the squad feared for him, the trio traveled without a hitch.

For years after this, Danilo would regularly visit the two youth, and he would eventually adopt them as his own, once they were ready and permitted to leave their dreary 'home'.

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The hatchling pack briefly met Smash during their first dinner in the home of Odin and Dakota. A celebratory dinner, it was in Smash's honour, as Smash had become of age, and found himself good employment under the Head of Cartography, moving out of his childhood home, which the large Ridgeback had quite outgrown, to take up residence in the university.

The position Smash got had been Raymond's. Odin and Dakota were quite alarmed to hear their adopted son had taken the ill-fated job, unknowing that most of the 'bandit' pack were now in their very own home.

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Claude briefly 'met' Riveting during his stay in the Treespire hospital. Not wholly sane, Riveting believed himself to be a Cog Frog, an extremely rare, ancient mechanical construct of eras gone by, and, as equally absurd as his mental illusions, the Snapper somehow had one of these fascinating and delicate constructs, which he is very protective of.

Riveting's 'path' is a circle around his mechanical companion, and his caretakers have noticed he'll faithfully stay in one location, as long as the frog is there. Carrying the frog, they lead him to the hospital of Treespire, located directly adjacent to the university, and he often has doting visitors, wanting to study the rare artifact in his possession.

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A battle-hardened warrior with over a century of fighting under her belt, Tintalle, tired, stepped away from the front lines of the Exalted Warriors to seek a position that might bring a slower change of pace. That position happened to be one with Quiso's squad, in which her old mate Vornion served, a group of Exalted Warriors who focused primarily on detective work and dismantling criminal organizations within the Viridian Labyrinth.

Primarily a medium-breed squad whose targets were usually medium-breed or smaller, this worked well for Tintalle, and for her son, who never much liked the front lines anyway.

The squad had to temporarily split up in Treespire - half taking three separate criminals all caught in one swoop, to the prisons below the Behemoth, with the other half creating an envoy to escort an insane Imperial to Hainu's-Den. Not wanting to be part of the large, cumbersome, and slow envoy, Tintalle was happy to fly instead with three prisoners and a few of her crew.

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Forestfalcon was the good boy. Always by his father's side, Forestfalcon was quiet, diligent, and observant. Everything Magiere asked of him, Forestfalcon strove to exceed in.

It was natural, then, that Forestfalcon desperately wanted to become like Magiere, his favourite dragon and only role model. Magiere refused to teach Forestfalcon, however, for the older Skydancer had finally learned some sense, and at the very least, knew that his gifts were a curse in society, and brought a lifestyle he never would want to inflict upon his own children, so he flatly refused to teach Forestfalcon anything of his aberrant magic.

That didn't stop Forestfalcon from spying on his father, attempting to learn from what he could see Magiere using. Soon, he could wield some the eldritch power for himself, even through simple observation. He figured, if he learned it on his own, he could impress his father. The young dragon had not yet learned that with such power came dire consequences - until it was much too late.

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Barely a year old, Nayomi was found wandering about in the warzone between the borders of the Viridian Labyrinth and the Tangled Wood. Knowing that a warzone was no place for a young wyrmling, the soldiers that found her brought her back to camp within the outskirts of the Gladekeeper's domain, though she resisted their efforts every step of the way, crying that it was the wrong direction.

Apparently, she was looking for her brother, saying he had been chased away from their home way out in the Scarred Wasteland, far from where she was. Realizing she was unlikely to ever find her old clan again, the soldiers handed her into the care of a fostering ring in Treespire. They had just taken in a pack of 6 other Mirrors, and felt the match would be perfect.

Nayomi thought otherwise - not that she didn't like her new siblings, but she had a family already - she just needed to find her missing brother! So when 3 of the Mirrors escaped into the night, she took advantage of the ensuing chaos and snuck off as well.

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Born with silver spoons in their mouths, Asche and her sister, Iskra, had never known a moment of wanting, having servants fulfilling their every wish on the spot. Spoiled and rotten, the young sisters had a very narrow view of the world around them, being raised in decadence and wealth.

That all came abruptly to an end, in their minds, when their mother loaded up the carriage and told them to hop in, "for we are looking for your grandfather!" They had met the older Wildclaw on only a couple occasions, and thought poorly of him, just a "common folk" and "very smelly." Bored in the carriage, without all their toys, treats, and servants to boss around, the pair endlessly complained to their mother.

The savior of their mother's sanity was their father, who happened to also be traveling with them, though he had previously never been a part of their life. A businessman and a noble, the Nocturne was fascinating to Asche especially, who spent long hours learning from him all the etiquette of the noble world. When they finally arrived in Treespire and their grandfather and, apparently, dead grandmother were found, Krys wasted no time in leaving, as "time is money", and Asche finally left her mother's side to join him on the way back.

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The last of Yorikiro's ill-fated nest, Sneak was born alongside her aunt, Silmeria, and for a brief while, she brought great joy to her mother, and to all those around her.

However, as with all her siblings, her candle was short, and she would succumb to sickness, alongside Silmeria, leaving her family grief-stricken, though they survived their own brush with death.

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Found alone in the jungles, no one knows where Ewara or his siblings came from. For a while, the warriors who found them tried to find their home and reunite them with their families, but no answer ever came, with the four Tundras not recognizing anyone they ever met, even through smell.

They were placed in the home of Odin and Dakota, as the pair regularly encountered many, many dragons - Odin would let the Tundras play in his busy shop, while Dakota took them on his path. Still no answers.

Even stranger, were the Tundras themselves, however. Paitar never learned to speak, only communicating with growls and other primitive vocalizations, and he becomes particularly vicious and feral under the moonlight - it was what would eventually lead him to his doom, when he and Barnard crossed paths with 3 feeling, murderous Mirrors.

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Upon discovering that his mother's grave had been robbed of her remains, Krys sought after the authorities, demanding an answer and demanding she be found. His demands reached Quiso, Commander of a nearby squad of Exalted warriors, who believed she may have an answer: She was already tracking down a necromancer from a nearby town, and graverobbing was definitely among his crimes.

Krys, already furious that the desecration of his mother's grave had even happened in the first place, insisted on traveling with the squad as they embarked on their wild goose chase, determined to make sure no more 'screw-ups' would happen. He, along with a former mate and her family, whose father had also been kidnapped by the same dragon, would travel with the squad all the way to Treespire, where finally, the bandit and his entire clan were caught.

His mother finally returned to a truly dead state, Krys, suddenly realizing he had no interest in traveling with a rotting corpse, hastily made arrangements for her to be returned at a slightly later date, claiming he must make all haste to return to his business and could not carry such heavy 'luggage' and, with his daughters and a new business partner, he quickly left Treespire for home.

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The talented therapist, Dicerbo was gifted in her career, having even broken free of the monotone speech of Faes after decades of practice, all to make herself ever more approachable by any dragon.

Quiso, whose squad dynamics and delicate operations was enough to make any dragon insane, had to beg her superiors to send someone to help with the interpersonal relationships - especially with a certain prissy Pearlcatcher family in tow. When they discovered that a good number of their quarry were hatchlings, Dicerbo was once again the saving grace of the situation, qualified to prevent and handle any mental trauma the hatchlings might've faced.

However, Dicerbo's methods of interacting with the hatchlings was limiting the amount of information she could get out of them, which greatly displeased Quiso, who needed answers the hatchlings had. A deep disagreement formed between the two, and Quiso took matters into her own hands, attempting to interrogate the eldest hatchling, Dantris, before Dicerbo flew in to stop her. An argument broke out, ending in Quiso dismissing Dicerbo. Choked and horrified, Dicerbo had no choice, and her heart wept for the young dragons she could no longer help.

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Born with silver spoons in their mouths, Iskra, and her sister Asche, had never known a moment of wanting, having servants fulfilling their every wish on the spot. Spoiled and rotten, the young sisters had a very narrow view of the world around them, being raised in decadence and wealth.

That all came abruptly to an end, in their minds, when their mother loaded up the carriage and told them to hop in, "for we are looking for your grandfather!" They had met the older Wildclaw on only a couple occasions, and thought poorly of him, just a "common folk" and "very smelly." Bored in the carriage, without all their toys, treats, and servants to boss around, the pair endlessly complained to their mother.

When Asche struck up conversation with the Nocturne they knew was their father, Iskra, bored and uninterested in him, took a liking to her uncle, Misieth. In her, he ignited a spark of wanderlust, the same wanderlust that he had when he was her age, but Machai, not liking her brother's lifestyle, was quick to intervene, and when Asche was to return home with her father, Machai was quick to also send Iskra.

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Mantiswing was a master of control magics, knocking an Imperial out of the sky at an extremely young age. It was her first most impressive 'catch', and something she was immensely proud of, and it was the murder of this Imperial that would eventually change the course of her entire clan - dooming her parents to imprisonment, and sending her siblings to a new home entirely, for better or worse.

As for herself - she found herself following her brother's steps. Both were gifted with powerful and dangerous magic, and both would attempt to use their powers in the worst possible situations, landing both on a one-way trip to a delinquent's school. In her case, as she watched her brother be interrogated by a Wildclaw who had terrified her and her siblings, she unleashed a spell to knock the Wildclaw out in a moment of panic, scared that Dantris might be hurt. The Wildclaw, hideously angry, returned later with the rest of her squad, to drag poor Mantiswing away.

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Fiona and her siblings form a very tight, cohesive and well-coordinated pack of Mirrors, who, should the need ever arise, can very quickly take down their targets. Born into Quiso's squad, they were all trained from a young age, and are a formidable force.

When the squad needed to temporarily split up, with one group escorting a trio of criminals and the other a dangerous Imperial, Fiona left with Tintalle to escort the criminals to their final destination beneath the roots of the Behemoth; her skills as a control mage very useful should the criminals ever dare to think of trying to escape.

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Irady and her siblings form a very tight, cohesive and well-coordinated pack of Mirrors, who, should the need ever arise, can very quickly take down their targets. Born into Quiso's squad, they were all trained from a young age, and are a formidable force.

When the squad needed to temporarily split up, with one group escorting a trio of criminals and the other a dangerous Imperial, Irady preferred to leave with Tintalle to escort the criminals to their final destination beneath the roots of the Behemoth - the thought of walking through the hot jungle rather than swiftly flying not suiting her preferences well.

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Ynyr and her siblings form a very tight, cohesive and well-coordinated pack of Mirrors, who, should the need ever arise, can very quickly take down their targets. Born into Quiso's squad, they were all trained from a young age, and are a formidable force.

When the squad needed to temporarily split up, with one group escorting a trio of criminals and the other a dangerous Imperial, Ynyr found the idea of flying with a few rowdy criminals to watch over to be much more entertaining than walking through the jungle with an angry Imperial in tow, and so decided to join Tintalle and escort the criminals to their final destination beneath the roots of the Behemoth.

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Nadja, once a deft smuggler who would eventually turn coat on his old allies, joining the side of the law, in exchange for his freedom. Serving new masters, he formed a close bond with them, and fought for many years to undo the criminal world he once worked in.

In Treespire, their current quest would unravel, and they successfully caught the necromancer they were hunting - but with him, came a complex can of worms. In his company were two other wanted criminals, one, a suspected member of a secretive cult, and the other, a gambler who owed a lot of money to a lot of dragons. Sending the trio off, there were off-shoot problems now to solve; primarily, arranging the safe escort of an insane Imperial.

It would be during this trip when Nadja would meet his untimely demise: The Imperial, having an intense hatred for Nadja's boss, Quiso, managed to grab her, and Nadja rushed to her aide, pulling her away from the Imperial's claws - only to be grabbed himself, and slain.

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Sunniva has dedicated her live to studying the Shade - as much as those in charge would allow, anyway. She has no desire to attempt to 'wield' it as a power, only to study it to better Dragonkind's understanding of it, but even so, her immersive research has taken it's toll on her physically, and she has had to reinforce herself with Arcane power to keep it at bay.

She hopes that her research will help vanquish it one day, though many scoff when they hear this - for it the gods had failed, why would she, a single Mirror, succeed? Despite the doubters, she continues forward with her research, and has focused primarily on the most common manifestation of the Shade within dragons: Emperors. Studying both Emperors and Imperials, as well as Pearlcatchers, she has come to some startling conclusions...

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Found alone in the jungles, no one knows where Barnard or his cousins came from. For a while, the warriors who found them tried to find their home and reunite them with their families, but no answer ever came, with the four Tundras not recognizing anyone they ever met, even through smell.

They were placed in the home of Odin and Dakota, as the pair regularly encountered many, many dragons - Odin would let the Tundras play in his busy shop, while Dakota took them on his path. Still no answers.

Unlike his cousins, Barnard does not seem to be affected by the moonlight, and seems the most normal of the four. The only one, minus Dakota, capable of calming Paitar at night, he had the misfortune of being outside with Paitar when 3 Mirrors who had recently been brought into his home crossed their paths, and a fight ensued, leading to his and Paitar's deaths.

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The eldest of Apocalypse's children, Lightfoot is also the lightest - by Guardian standards only. Still a formidable force to be reckoned with, Lightfoot has the advantage of reach and agility, and is more often than his brethren, the guard. Keeping a sharp eye open, Lightfoot is usually either scouting in front, or trailing behind whatever train the group are protecting.

Their most recent job, however, would land Lightfoot in trouble. The task was simple: Escort a dangerous Imperial through the Viridian Labyrinth. What they didn't account for was the Imperial's ability to outlast even their strength, and the wily beast wound up snapping Lightfoot's neck. Put out of commission while a healer slowly worked her magic to repair the damage, Lightfoot was left behind by the envoy, and would have to catch up with his brethren later.

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[size=5][b]Day 1: Start![/b][/size] Here are the starter dragons for the Pinkerlocke. The first has been sitting in my lair without purpose, and the next 4 have been randomly selected from the AH! I went for 5 starter dragons instead of 3, as I felt 3 was very difficult to start with. (I roll for species, then for LAH page number of that species, treasure only, then for position on the page.) Claude, Boris, Lasciel, Darter, and Troll. Thank you for that last one, random name generator. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9771657] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/97717/9771657_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38207684] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/382077/38207684_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38455600] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/384557/38455600_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38363448] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/383635/38363448_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38249457] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/382495/38249457_350.png[/img] [/url] And, the first gift from Pinkerton is Disgruntled View. Well, none of them are RTB yet, so I will hold onto this until they are! (Specifically, until Darter is, because she is the only female. Then she will have the choice of two suitors, Claude or Boris.)

Ganondorf

6646

January 05, 2018 17:19:20

Day 1: Start!
Here are the starter dragons for the Pinkerlocke. The first has been sitting in my lair without purpose, and the next 4 have been randomly selected from the AH! I went for 5 starter dragons instead of 3, as I felt 3 was very difficult to start with.
(I roll for species, then for LAH page number of that species, treasure only, then for position on the page.)

Claude, Boris, Lasciel, Darter, and Troll. Thank you for that last one, random name generator.

And, the first gift from Pinkerton is Disgruntled View. Well, none of them are RTB yet, so I will hold onto this until they are! (Specifically, until Darter is, because she is the only female. Then she will have the choice of two suitors, Claude or Boris.)

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[size=5][b]Day 2: Intro?[/b][/size] Well, I got Coral Basilisk Field Notes, which is a Material, so I guess I'm doing some writing. Why does this group exist? Mostly because I did this on a whim and I like Pinkerlockes. But let's write a lore reason. [item=Coral Basilisk Field Notes] Claude the Wolf, fleeing from the death he probably deserved, but absolutely did not want, had been on the run for months now. He had left the clan he had called home for so long. It broke what was left of his heart to do so, but somehow, the constant attacks on his life told him he shouldn't be there. Leaving behind the dark woods of the Shadow realm he headed north, driven by some sort of primitive instinct that craved for something of the past. But what? His earliest memories were of the coven! If he were from somewhere else, he did not remember it. But, he had always felt a pull towards the Nature realm, and the few times he had managed to summon magic, it had, to the displeasure of his shadow brethren, been Nature in element. So northward he dashed, and when he met the border of the Gladekeeper's realm, he eagerly plunged into the jungles, glad to leave the dreary forests of the Shadowbinder's domain. But, though the jungles were as maze-like as the tangled woods, they were a different sort of maze, and one that he lacked the skill to navigate. So, when he wound up on the border again, he instead followed it, north, along where dusty, barren Dragonhome met the lush, verdant, jungles. It was here when the terrain became familiar to him, as ancient memories flitted in and out of his head, and he began to walk down an old, worn-down trail that something in his mind told him he had walked before. It was a small path, meant for tiny dragons, or possibly hatchlings, and he found himself wrapped around trees that were not there before - wait, how did he know they were not there before? Getting out of the tree line, he launched himself into the sky - an nearly immediately had two giant Ridgebacks smash into him from both sides, pinning down his wings and forcing him to the ground once more. With a tremendous crash, the three giant dragons landed in a pile, and realizing he was outnumbered by the two Ridgebacks, he meekly accepted their gestures to follow them, mumbling under his breath as his broken mind tried to hold itself together in this tramautic event. Clearly, he had stepped on someone's toes. Maybe, if he were nice enough, he could beg forgiveness. The Ridgebacks brought him inside their clan proper, leading him to a large Guardian who was sleeping. The Ridgebacks gave a wordless growl, and examining them in the corners of his eyes, Claude wondered if the beasts, looking very undead, were even capable of thought or words. The Guardian awoke as his paws began to move - no, something in his paws moved - and he clenched the creature tighter. "Decay, Rot, who have you brought me?" Grumbled the Guardian. The two Ridgebacks did not answer; they only came to a stop in front of him, with Claude, uncomfortable now, in the middle. The Guardian heaved himself to his feet, as a Wildclaw leapt from his massive paws, only to be quickly scooped up again and placed on the Guardian's shoulder, where she sat and huffed. "Looks like one of Sly's brats," she sneered. If not for the two sentinels and the massive Guardian, Claude would have lost his short temper dashed her to pieces for her attitude. Instead, he flicked his ears and long whiskers in annoyance, and resolving to focus only on the Guardian. "Hmm," mused the Guardian, "speak, what is your name, and why are you here?" "They call me Claude." He decided to leave 'the Wolf' part out. "I... do not know why I am here. I fled from the place I had called home, and something... drew me this way." Now that he really thought about it, that pull, that thing that made him come this way, that sense felt satisfied, as if he had finally arrived. "I... think I meant to come here. It... it feels familiar, somehow. Like, I know this place. Only..." he looked around. Something about this place felt... off. The vegetation, it wasn't right. It was too much. "I think there were less plants before." The Guardian nodded sagely. "There were less plants before. We have since managed to crack the earth, and allow the plants to grow in, to establish, to turn this place into a beautiful ravine of life. Hmm, I think Aralt's initial reaction may have been correct; who were your parents?" Claude could only shrug. "I have no idea. I have no memory of them." "But you remember this place?" "Yes. I think so? I don't know, it is familiar, that is all." "Do the names Sly and Wit ring a bell?" "I... I don't know." He shut his eye, and asked inside his own head the same question. Sly and Wit? Who were they? Were they important to him? But nothing came. Nothing except the growing anxiety piling up inside him. He was trapped, he was their prisoner. Again! How- His frantic train of thought was brought to a sudden halt by the feeling of something sharp on his paw. Letting out a bark of surprise, he looked down to see the Wildclaw, Aralt, smacking her lips, licking the blood - [i]his[/i] blood, he realized. "Yes, I know this blood, this tastes of Sly," she hissed. "Are you sure he doesn't just taste like any other Imperial?" The Guardian asked, giving a sigh. "Also, it would be polite of you to give our guest warning when you do something like that. He looks jumpy enough as it is. Claude, please forgive my charge's rudeness. If indeed you are of Sly and Wit's blood, you will be welcomed here for as long as you need." Something deep inside Claude told him this was the answer he was looking for, and so, despite his worries, he thanked the Guardian profusely.

Ganondorf

6646

January 06, 2018 19:05:37

Day 2: Intro?
Well, I got Coral Basilisk Field Notes, which is a Material, so I guess I'm doing some writing. Why does this group exist? Mostly because I did this on a whim and I like Pinkerlockes. But let's write a lore reason.

Claude the Wolf, fleeing from the death he probably deserved, but absolutely did not want, had been on the run for months now. He had left the clan he had called home for so long. It broke what was left of his heart to do so, but somehow, the constant attacks on his life told him he shouldn't be there. Leaving behind the dark woods of the Shadow realm he headed north, driven by some sort of primitive instinct that craved for something of the past.

But what? His earliest memories were of the coven! If he were from somewhere else, he did not remember it. But, he had always felt a pull towards the Nature realm, and the few times he had managed to summon magic, it had, to the displeasure of his shadow brethren, been Nature in element. So northward he dashed, and when he met the border of the Gladekeeper's realm, he eagerly plunged into the jungles, glad to leave the dreary forests of the Shadowbinder's domain. But, though the jungles were as maze-like as the tangled woods, they were a different sort of maze, and one that he lacked the skill to navigate. So, when he wound up on the border again, he instead followed it, north, along where dusty, barren Dragonhome met the lush, verdant, jungles.

It was here when the terrain became familiar to him, as ancient memories flitted in and out of his head, and he began to walk down an old, worn-down trail that something in his mind told him he had walked before. It was a small path, meant for tiny dragons, or possibly hatchlings, and he found himself wrapped around trees that were not there before - wait, how did he know they were not there before?

Getting out of the tree line, he launched himself into the sky - an nearly immediately had two giant Ridgebacks smash into him from both sides, pinning down his wings and forcing him to the ground once more. With a tremendous crash, the three giant dragons landed in a pile, and realizing he was outnumbered by the two Ridgebacks, he meekly accepted their gestures to follow them, mumbling under his breath as his broken mind tried to hold itself together in this tramautic event. Clearly, he had stepped on someone's toes. Maybe, if he were nice enough, he could beg forgiveness.

The Ridgebacks brought him inside their clan proper, leading him to a large Guardian who was sleeping. The Ridgebacks gave a wordless growl, and examining them in the corners of his eyes, Claude wondered if the beasts, looking very undead, were even capable of thought or words. The Guardian awoke as his paws began to move - no, something in his paws moved - and he clenched the creature tighter.

"Decay, Rot, who have you brought me?" Grumbled the Guardian. The two Ridgebacks did not answer; they only came to a stop in front of him, with Claude, uncomfortable now, in the middle. The Guardian heaved himself to his feet, as a Wildclaw leapt from his massive paws, only to be quickly scooped up again and placed on the Guardian's shoulder, where she sat and huffed. "Looks like one of Sly's brats," she sneered. If not for the two sentinels and the massive Guardian, Claude would have lost his short temper dashed her to pieces for her attitude. Instead, he flicked his ears and long whiskers in annoyance, and resolving to focus only on the Guardian.

"Hmm," mused the Guardian, "speak, what is your name, and why are you here?"

"They call me Claude." He decided to leave 'the Wolf' part out. "I... do not know why I am here. I fled from the place I had called home, and something... drew me this way." Now that he really thought about it, that pull, that thing that made him come this way, that sense felt satisfied, as if he had finally arrived. "I... think I meant to come here. It... it feels familiar, somehow. Like, I know this place. Only..." he looked around. Something about this place felt... off. The vegetation, it wasn't right. It was too much. "I think there were less plants before."

The Guardian nodded sagely. "There were less plants before. We have since managed to crack the earth, and allow the plants to grow in, to establish, to turn this place into a beautiful ravine of life. Hmm, I think Aralt's initial reaction may have been correct; who were your parents?"

Claude could only shrug. "I have no idea. I have no memory of them."

"But you remember this place?"

"Yes. I think so? I don't know, it is familiar, that is all."

"Do the names Sly and Wit ring a bell?"

"I... I don't know." He shut his eye, and asked inside his own head the same question. Sly and Wit? Who were they? Were they important to him? But nothing came. Nothing except the growing anxiety piling up inside him. He was trapped, he was their prisoner. Again! How-

His frantic train of thought was brought to a sudden halt by the feeling of something sharp on his paw. Letting out a bark of surprise, he looked down to see the Wildclaw, Aralt, smacking her lips, licking the blood - his blood, he realized. "Yes, I know this blood, this tastes of Sly," she hissed.

"Are you sure he doesn't just taste like any other Imperial?" The Guardian asked, giving a sigh. "Also, it would be polite of you to give our guest warning when you do something like that. He looks jumpy enough as it is. Claude, please forgive my charge's rudeness. If indeed you are of Sly and Wit's blood, you will be welcomed here for as long as you need."

Something deep inside Claude told him this was the answer he was looking for, and so, despite his worries, he thanked the Guardian profusely.

[size=5][b]Day 3: More Writing[/b][/size] Got a Rambra Horn. I guess it's time to introduce someone (or maybe several someones) into the story! (And then Ganon did not do that.) [item=Rambra Horn] It had been roughly two months since Claude had arrived in the Valley. Luyten, the Guardian, had given him quarters of his own, a very large cave that once belonged to Sly and Wit, his supposed parents. He had asked where the two of them were, and Luyten had replied, “If all is well in the world, then far away from here.” Curious, he discretely asked some of the others for clues, but most had arrived well after the pair had left. Only Jelanda the Spiral, Luyten and Aralt’s closest and oldest friend, knew of them. “Oh, yes, well, there’s nothing wrong with Wit. Wit’s always welcome back!” Jelanda chirped. “But Sly, well, Aralt doesn’t like to talk about him. I’m pretty sure he scared her. He was… wrong in the head. Very, very unsound. He tried his best, but he became too dangerous. Aralt rightfully had to drive him away. So she did. And Wit went with him. Wit was the only one who could calm him. They were lovers. Two peas in a pod. Yes. Very close. She did not want to stay without him. It hurt Aralt, to say good bye to her close friend. She blames Sly.” Instead of satisfying his curiosity, like he had hoped learning about them would, this had horrified him. The more he thought about them, the more he was convinced that they were possibly indeed his own parents. The more time he spent in the cave and around the clan, memories flitted in and out of his mind of a place long forgotten - this place, he slowly realized. He had been but a tiny hatchling then. How did he remember nothing of it before? However, the longer he stayed, the more the others realized he had inherited more than just looks from his father. He had tried his best to hold his composure, to limit his outbursts to just when he was in his cave. Terrified of losing everything he had again, he decided he needed to leave on his own terms, before he accidentally hurt anyone. When Jelanda accidentally tunneled into his cave again, he asked her again about his parents. “Do you know where they went?” “Hmm, well, they left with the Colourburst Circus, lovely group, absolutely lovely group, who all went to serve the Gladekeeper. Whether they actually went the whole way with the circus, I wouldn’t know.” Claude chewed at his lip. “Would you know of anyone else who might know?” “Well, there’s Lasciel! Lasciel is a Snapper who was associated with the Colourburst Circus, but I think he’s still roaming his old paths. He stopped by not too long ago, so his next visit will be in, um, six years! He’s got a very short route for a Snapper, you’re in luck!” “Six years? That is too long! When did he last leave?” “About three weeks ago, actually.” “…I missed him? He visited while I was here?” “Yeah, you were real mopey, holed up in here the whole time.” Claude thumped his head against the wall in frustration. He couldn’t wait 6 years. He couldn’t last 6 years. Not without incident. Definitely not. He had to leave. “Which way does Lasciel go?” he asked desperately. “Well, I don’t know his whole route, but I can show you the path, he normally takes.” Claude jumped to his feet. “Yes, please. Let us go, immediately!” Jelanda rolled her eyes. “Immediately?” “Well, yes. Why wait?” “You’re gonna need supplies. It would behoof me to send you out unprepared. Come, to the kitchens! And grab that old sack of yours, you’re going to need it.” Picking up his travel sack, which had laid unused in a corner since he had arrived, he sighed as he looked inside it, emptying it of the old rubbish that still remained in it. He had hoped to never need it again. Meeting Jelanda in the kitchens, he was glad that she was the one shoving various food into his pack, instead of himself. She wouldn’t get in trouble with Luyten or Aralt. He was sure they’d label him a thief. When his pack was filled, and five times heavier than Jelanda, he hoisted it over his shoulder onto his back. Jelanda, telling him to stay where he was, zipped around the valley from building to building, coming back with various other supplies: Large blankets, medicine, navigation tools, rope, and a giant tarp that he could put up to make himself a tent. “There, that should about do it. I know it’s heavy, but you won’t be flying anyway. You’ll never see a Snapper on the ground if you’re flying above the canopy, no matter how brightly coloured they are.” Leading him out of the valley, a good five kilometer hike into the jungle, dawn was just creeping over the horizon when they finally stopped. Jelanda pointed at the ground. “There. See? Snapper path. This one belongs to Lasciel’s family. It’ll take you deep into the jungle, and then back to Dragonhome, and around again to here. Well, he’s recently re-routed the portion just before this point to stop at the Valley, so I showed you the old path, the one that’s well worn. He will be ahead, for sure! And he doesn’t move very fast, so you’ll catch up, no worries.” The path was quite obvious; fairly well-worn, there were signs of a large, heavy creature shoving whatever it needed to out of its way, over many years. “Thank you, Jelanda. I shall see if I can find him.” “Well, then, I guess this is good bye. Do keep in touch, and definitely write if you find Sly and Wit again!” Jelanda gave him a hug (on his snout, as if she were hugging a tree), and without another word, flipped into the air and flew off back to her home, the Valley.

Ganondorf

6646

January 08, 2018 06:25:50

Day 3: More Writing
Got a Rambra Horn. I guess it's time to introduce someone (or maybe several someones) into the story! (And then Ganon did not do that.)

It had been roughly two months since Claude had arrived in the Valley. Luyten, the Guardian, had given him quarters of his own, a very large cave that once belonged to Sly and Wit, his supposed parents. He had asked where the two of them were, and Luyten had replied, “If all is well in the world, then far away from here.”

Curious, he discretely asked some of the others for clues, but most had arrived well after the pair had left. Only Jelanda the Spiral, Luyten and Aralt’s closest and oldest friend, knew of them. “Oh, yes, well, there’s nothing wrong with Wit. Wit’s always welcome back!” Jelanda chirped. “But Sly, well, Aralt doesn’t like to talk about him. I’m pretty sure he scared her. He was… wrong in the head. Very, very unsound. He tried his best, but he became too dangerous. Aralt rightfully had to drive him away. So she did. And Wit went with him. Wit was the only one who could calm him. They were lovers. Two peas in a pod. Yes. Very close. She did not want to stay without him. It hurt Aralt, to say good bye to her close friend. She blames Sly.”

Instead of satisfying his curiosity, like he had hoped learning about them would, this had horrified him. The more he thought about them, the more he was convinced that they were possibly indeed his own parents. The more time he spent in the cave and around the clan, memories flitted in and out of his mind of a place long forgotten - this place, he slowly realized. He had been but a tiny hatchling then. How did he remember nothing of it before?

However, the longer he stayed, the more the others realized he had inherited more than just looks from his father. He had tried his best to hold his composure, to limit his outbursts to just when he was in his cave. Terrified of losing everything he had again, he decided he needed to leave on his own terms, before he accidentally hurt anyone.

When Jelanda accidentally tunneled into his cave again, he asked her again about his parents. “Do you know where they went?”

“Hmm, well, they left with the Colourburst Circus, lovely group, absolutely lovely group, who all went to serve the Gladekeeper. Whether they actually went the whole way with the circus, I wouldn’t know.”

Claude chewed at his lip. “Would you know of anyone else who might know?”

“Well, there’s Lasciel! Lasciel is a Snapper who was associated with the Colourburst Circus, but I think he’s still roaming his old paths. He stopped by not too long ago, so his next visit will be in, um, six years! He’s got a very short route for a Snapper, you’re in luck!”

“Six years? That is too long! When did he last leave?”

“About three weeks ago, actually.”

“…I missed him? He visited while I was here?”

“Yeah, you were real mopey, holed up in here the whole time.”

Claude thumped his head against the wall in frustration. He couldn’t wait 6 years. He couldn’t last 6 years. Not without incident. Definitely not. He had to leave. “Which way does Lasciel go?” he asked desperately.

“Well, I don’t know his whole route, but I can show you the path, he normally takes.”

Claude jumped to his feet. “Yes, please. Let us go, immediately!”

Jelanda rolled her eyes. “Immediately?”

“Well, yes. Why wait?”

“You’re gonna need supplies. It would behoof me to send you out unprepared. Come, to the kitchens! And grab that old sack of yours, you’re going to need it.”

Picking up his travel sack, which had laid unused in a corner since he had arrived, he sighed as he looked inside it, emptying it of the old rubbish that still remained in it. He had hoped to never need it again.

Meeting Jelanda in the kitchens, he was glad that she was the one shoving various food into his pack, instead of himself. She wouldn’t get in trouble with Luyten or Aralt. He was sure they’d label him a thief. When his pack was filled, and five times heavier than Jelanda, he hoisted it over his shoulder onto his back. Jelanda, telling him to stay where he was, zipped around the valley from building to building, coming back with various other supplies: Large blankets, medicine, navigation tools, rope, and a giant tarp that he could put up to make himself a tent.

“There, that should about do it. I know it’s heavy, but you won’t be flying anyway. You’ll never see a Snapper on the ground if you’re flying above the canopy, no matter how brightly coloured they are.”

Leading him out of the valley, a good five kilometer hike into the jungle, dawn was just creeping over the horizon when they finally stopped. Jelanda pointed at the ground. “There. See? Snapper path. This one belongs to Lasciel’s family. It’ll take you deep into the jungle, and then back to Dragonhome, and around again to here. Well, he’s recently re-routed the portion just before this point to stop at the Valley, so I showed you the old path, the one that’s well worn. He will be ahead, for sure! And he doesn’t move very fast, so you’ll catch up, no worries.”

The path was quite obvious; fairly well-worn, there were signs of a large, heavy creature shoving whatever it needed to out of its way, over many years. “Thank you, Jelanda. I shall see if I can find him.”

“Well, then, I guess this is good bye. Do keep in touch, and definitely write if you find Sly and Wit again!” Jelanda gave him a hug (on his snout, as if she were hugging a tree), and without another word, flipped into the air and flew off back to her home, the Valley.

[size=5][b]Day 4: And Yet More Writing[/b][/size] I have underestimated the number of Materials items there are out there. Today was Enchanted Remains. Maybe I will finally get to the other dragons? [item=Enchanted Remains] Claude had been traveling for several weeks, deep into the jungles, following the Snapper trail. Twice, he had gotten lost for several days, first by getting distracted from the path by a stream filled with migrating fish and second by climbing and flying above the canopy in the vain hopes of getting his bearings, as he did not enjoy having only a dirt path to trust for direction, especially when it frequently crossed many other trails. Luck would be on his side, though, and he would find the path again - at least, he hoped it was the same path. But reading the markings left by the Snapper, he reckoned he’d gotten fairly well-familiar with who he was tracking down. When finally he saw up ahead a brightly coloured and heavily tattooed Snapper, alongside a Wildclaw and a Spiral who both gave him a shiver down his spine, he was certain he must have found the wrong trail. Jelanda had never mentioned Lasciel might have companions. Still, he must ask, and verify whether or not this was the Snapper he was looking for. Catching up with them, he was not particularly quiet, his large bulk smashing through the undergrowth. All three turned to glance at him. The Snapper spoke up first, to greet him. “Well, hello there, fellow traveller! Unless you are merely lost. Then perhaps we can help you find your way. What is your name, boy?” ‘Boy’? Claude snorted at this. He was no hatchling. “My name is Claude.” Again, he left out ‘the Wolf’, not wanting to ruin first impressions. “I am looking for a Snapper name Lasciel. That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?” “Lasciel? I’ve known a good number of Snappers name Lasciel. Perhaps you mean Lasciel the frantic, or the infamous Lasciel Minas, who robbed a sleeping Spiral of all her riches. Or-“ “I am looking for a Lasciel who was associated with the Colourburst Circus,” Claude cut him off, knowing Snappers were relentless ramblers. “He visits the Valley, where Luyten, Aralt, Jelanda, and others frequent. This might be his trail. [i]That[/i] Lasciel.” The Snapper laughed. “Hmm, that does narrow it down quite a bit! And there is only one Snapper who would fit the bill. Yes, that fantastic individual is only myself! Well, I was not expecting a Claude the Impatient Imperial; tell me, why did you seek me, in the heart of the dangerous jungles?” The Snapper had finally fully turned around, and sat down to face Claude, with a friendly smile on his face. Claude glanced at the Snapper’s companions, who had also stopped, and lingered closer to the edge of the trail, the Spiral pacing in the bushes and the Wildclaw sitting up on a branch, both just silently watching. He elected to ignore them. “I am looking for my parents, Sly and Wit, an Imperial and a…” he just realized he had no idea what Wit might have been. He had been told the giant, Imperial-size cave he had stayed in was for Sly, who was also an Imperial, but now that he thought about it, nothing was ever mentioned about Wit, and the cave was not large enough for two Imperials. “Probably a Wildclaw,” Lasciel finished for him. “I’ve only met one such pair in my life-time, and if they’re your parents, you’ve certainly got your father’s looks, though your mother’s vibrancy. Yes, she had the prettiest firey-orange wings one could imagine.” “And, I reckon, you’ve inherited more than just looks from your father.” This caught Claude off-guard. How could this Snapper who had only just met him know anything about him? The hairs in his mane stood on end and he could feel the beginnings of a snarl form on his lips. “Calm down, young one. I’ve met many individuals in my life time, I’ve learned a thing or two about reading people, you see? Yes, the pair of them were heartbroken over Sly’s affliction, and they were seeking a cure, so they could return home again. Why don’t you walk with me, and I can share with you what I know about them? I must get going, this path won’t walk itself.” What Claude had hoped would be a quick answer, proved anything otherwise. Snappers were not well-known for being brief with their words, and instead of simply stating where his parents may have gone, the Snapper shared everything he knew about them, starting from the beginning of his vast, mental records. Meanwhile, as they walked, the other two followed silently, never speaking a single word. When he had a brief moment out of earshot from the creepy Wildclaw and Spiral, Claude asked Lasciel who they were. “Y’know what? I haven’t a clue,” was the Snapper’s answer. “They showed up one day a couple weeks back and have been following me since. I’ve learned their names are Boris and Troll, but they don’t speak much, and won’t share much more than that about themselves.” That answer didn’t really help Claude’s unease around the duo.

Ganondorf

6646

January 11, 2018 21:22:55

Day 4: And Yet More Writing
I have underestimated the number of Materials items there are out there. Today was Enchanted Remains. Maybe I will finally get to the other dragons?

Claude had been traveling for several weeks, deep into the jungles, following the Snapper trail. Twice, he had gotten lost for several days, first by getting distracted from the path by a stream filled with migrating fish and second by climbing and flying above the canopy in the vain hopes of getting his bearings, as he did not enjoy having only a dirt path to trust for direction, especially when it frequently crossed many other trails. Luck would be on his side, though, and he would find the path again - at least, he hoped it was the same path. But reading the markings left by the Snapper, he reckoned he’d gotten fairly well-familiar with who he was tracking down.

When finally he saw up ahead a brightly coloured and heavily tattooed Snapper, alongside a Wildclaw and a Spiral who both gave him a shiver down his spine, he was certain he must have found the wrong trail. Jelanda had never mentioned Lasciel might have companions. Still, he must ask, and verify whether or not this was the Snapper he was looking for.

Catching up with them, he was not particularly quiet, his large bulk smashing through the undergrowth. All three turned to glance at him. The Snapper spoke up first, to greet him. “Well, hello there, fellow traveller! Unless you are merely lost. Then perhaps we can help you find your way. What is your name, boy?”

‘Boy’? Claude snorted at this. He was no hatchling. “My name is Claude.” Again, he left out ‘the Wolf’, not wanting to ruin first impressions. “I am looking for a Snapper name Lasciel. That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

“Lasciel? I’ve known a good number of Snappers name Lasciel. Perhaps you mean Lasciel the frantic, or the infamous Lasciel Minas, who robbed a sleeping Spiral of all her riches. Or-“

“I am looking for a Lasciel who was associated with the Colourburst Circus,” Claude cut him off, knowing Snappers were relentless ramblers. “He visits the Valley, where Luyten, Aralt, Jelanda, and others frequent. This might be his trail. That Lasciel.”

The Snapper laughed. “Hmm, that does narrow it down quite a bit! And there is only one Snapper who would fit the bill. Yes, that fantastic individual is only myself! Well, I was not expecting a Claude the Impatient Imperial; tell me, why did you seek me, in the heart of the dangerous jungles?” The Snapper had finally fully turned around, and sat down to face Claude, with a friendly smile on his face.

Claude glanced at the Snapper’s companions, who had also stopped, and lingered closer to the edge of the trail, the Spiral pacing in the bushes and the Wildclaw sitting up on a branch, both just silently watching. He elected to ignore them.

“I am looking for my parents, Sly and Wit, an Imperial and a…” he just realized he had no idea what Wit might have been. He had been told the giant, Imperial-size cave he had stayed in was for Sly, who was also an Imperial, but now that he thought about it, nothing was ever mentioned about Wit, and the cave was not large enough for two Imperials.

“Probably a Wildclaw,” Lasciel finished for him. “I’ve only met one such pair in my life-time, and if they’re your parents, you’ve certainly got your father’s looks, though your mother’s vibrancy. Yes, she had the prettiest firey-orange wings one could imagine.”

“And, I reckon, you’ve inherited more than just looks from your father.” This caught Claude off-guard. How could this Snapper who had only just met him know anything about him? The hairs in his mane stood on end and he could feel the beginnings of a snarl form on his lips. “Calm down, young one. I’ve met many individuals in my life time, I’ve learned a thing or two about reading people, you see? Yes, the pair of them were heartbroken over Sly’s affliction, and they were seeking a cure, so they could return home again. Why don’t you walk with me, and I can share with you what I know about them? I must get going, this path won’t walk itself.”

What Claude had hoped would be a quick answer, proved anything otherwise. Snappers were not well-known for being brief with their words, and instead of simply stating where his parents may have gone, the Snapper shared everything he knew about them, starting from the beginning of his vast, mental records. Meanwhile, as they walked, the other two followed silently, never speaking a single word. When he had a brief moment out of earshot from the creepy Wildclaw and Spiral, Claude asked Lasciel who they were.

“Y’know what? I haven’t a clue,” was the Snapper’s answer. “They showed up one day a couple weeks back and have been following me since. I’ve learned their names are Boris and Troll, but they don’t speak much, and won’t share much more than that about themselves.”

That answer didn’t really help Claude’s unease around the duo.

[size=5][b]Day 5: Apparel[/b][/size] Well, I've gotten another piece of apparel and still Darter is not ready to breed. I will, again, hold onto this like a "token". Also, yes, I am playing catch-up on posting. I have done appropriate actions on the days I got the pulls, but have not yet had a chance to actually post about them. [item=Crane's Tail Guard] [size=5][b]Day 6: And more lore![/b][/size] Yep. Maybe we'll get the full cast in here finally? [item=Tattered Interloper Scrap] It had been two weeks since Claude had begun traveling with Lasciel. Lasciel had promised he was inadvertently traveling to where Claude would want to be, so Claude had found the thought of a guide through the jungle to be a smart idea. On one hot night, Claude awoke, roaring and thrashing, sending all three of the others scrambling away in alarm. "You alright, boy?" called Lasciel cautiously after Claude had finished ripping the nearest tree apart in a blind frenzy, now panting heavily. The distressed Imperial sat down, looking up at the canopy, bothered that he could not see the stars. "I think... I think I will be better now. I think I had a nightmare. A shadow, oh gods, I can still smell it. The shadow. That stink, gods help me." He curled up into a tight ball. "It's close, I can feel it," he hissed. "Clearly, the answer is no," Lasciel answered for him. "Well, um, these two will keep sleeping, over here. And I'll just... try to keep you from harming yourself. Try to get some more rest, okay? I can promise I smell nothing of alarm here." Claude nodded, crouching down and trying to get comfortable. He turned his head to face Lasciel, and eventually nodded off again with the image of the Snapper in his mind.

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January 11, 2018 21:55:12

Day 5: Apparel
Well, I've gotten another piece of apparel and still Darter is not ready to breed. I will, again, hold onto this like a "token".
Also, yes, I am playing catch-up on posting. I have done appropriate actions on the days I got the pulls, but have not yet had a chance to actually post about them.

Day 6: And more lore!
Yep. Maybe we'll get the full cast in here finally?

It had been two weeks since Claude had begun traveling with Lasciel. Lasciel had promised he was inadvertently traveling to where Claude would want to be, so Claude had found the thought of a guide through the jungle to be a smart idea.

On one hot night, Claude awoke, roaring and thrashing, sending all three of the others scrambling away in alarm. "You alright, boy?" called Lasciel cautiously after Claude had finished ripping the nearest tree apart in a blind frenzy, now panting heavily. The distressed Imperial sat down, looking up at the canopy, bothered that he could not see the stars. "I think... I think I will be better now. I think I had a nightmare. A shadow, oh gods, I can still smell it. The shadow. That stink, gods help me." He curled up into a tight ball. "It's close, I can feel it," he hissed.

"Clearly, the answer is no," Lasciel answered for him. "Well, um, these two will keep sleeping, over here. And I'll just... try to keep you from harming yourself. Try to get some more rest, okay? I can promise I smell nothing of alarm here."

Claude nodded, crouching down and trying to get comfortable. He turned his head to face Lasciel, and eventually nodded off again with the image of the Snapper in his mind.

[size=5][b]Day 7: A newcomer arrives![/b][/size] I got a familiar! I am doing terrible at losing this so far. [item=Deepmine Aardvark] Say hello to Kulukan! (As usual, breed, page number, and position number were randomly rolled.) I know absolutely nothing about him so far. How will this little guy write himself into my lore? (FYI, I am writing my lore a fair bit behind current events, so that I can sort out just what are the current events as translated into lore.) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38675597] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/386756/38675597_350.png[/img] [/url]

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January 11, 2018 22:10:06

Day 7: A newcomer arrives!
I got a familiar! I am doing terrible at losing this so far.

Say hello to Kulukan! (As usual, breed, page number, and position number were randomly rolled.) I know absolutely nothing about him so far. How will this little guy write himself into my lore? (FYI, I am writing my lore a fair bit behind current events, so that I can sort out just what are the current events as translated into lore.)

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[size=5][b]Day 8: Lore lore lore[/b][/size] So many materials. [item=Dried Lilium Petals] A few days after that restless night, a Mirror staggered across the path ahead of them, and collapsed in the bushes. Even as weak and helpless as she was, every hair in Claude's mane stood on end as he sniffed the air for her scent while Troll, the Wildclaw, checked her over. "Starving, sick," were Troll's only words, before he pulled out of his pouch a handful of herbs, stuffed them into a dead rabbit, and shoved the rabbit into the Mirror's mouth. She aroused momentarily, hungrily devouring the meat in her mouth, before shutting her eyes and letting her head rest on the ground again, not moving any more. "Well, it would be a death sentence to leave her here," Lasciel stated after a moment of them watching her. "Claude, could you carry her?" Claude wanted so much to shout "NO!", to rip the Mirror to pieces, to fly away in terror... but he could not place why. So, despite all his senses screaming of extreme danger, Claude stepped forward and picked her up gingerly, putting her on his back, draped over his shoulders. Her weight, her presence, made him feel sick to his stomach. Swallowing his fear, he muttered, "let's go." In the corner of his eyes, he could see Troll tilt his head in confusion and curiosity, but if Lasciel or Boris had noticed his unease, they did not show it.

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January 13, 2018 12:09:15

Day 8: Lore lore lore
So many materials.

A few days after that restless night, a Mirror staggered across the path ahead of them, and collapsed in the bushes. Even as weak and helpless as she was, every hair in Claude's mane stood on end as he sniffed the air for her scent while Troll, the Wildclaw, checked her over. "Starving, sick," were Troll's only words, before he pulled out of his pouch a handful of herbs, stuffed them into a dead rabbit, and shoved the rabbit into the Mirror's mouth. She aroused momentarily, hungrily devouring the meat in her mouth, before shutting her eyes and letting her head rest on the ground again, not moving any more.

"Well, it would be a death sentence to leave her here," Lasciel stated after a moment of them watching her. "Claude, could you carry her?"

Claude wanted so much to shout "NO!", to rip the Mirror to pieces, to fly away in terror... but he could not place why. So, despite all his senses screaming of extreme danger, Claude stepped forward and picked her up gingerly, putting her on his back, draped over his shoulders. Her weight, her presence, made him feel sick to his stomach. Swallowing his fear, he muttered, "let's go." In the corner of his eyes, he could see Troll tilt his head in confusion and curiosity, but if Lasciel or Boris had noticed his unease, they did not show it.

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[size=5][b]Day 9: Fight Time[/b][/size] I got fish. Oh boy, time to give myself... [i]rolls[/i] 32 heart attacks. [item=Bluespine Slug] ...And everyone survived! Lasciel, Boris, and Darter were the randomly rolled combatants, and all safely got to level 4. WHEW! [size=5][b]Day 10: The Mirror[/b][/size] I think I'll start giving the lore days proper titles instead of just "Lore lore lore". And, considering this'll be about Darter, I am somewhat amused that the item I got was Bonepriest Venom. Fitting. [item=Bonepriest Venom] In the following days, both Claude and Lasciel had nearly completely forgotten their sharing of information for Claude's quest, distracted as everyone was with the unexpected newcomer. For days, the Mirror did not stir much. Only when Troll tried to feed her did she seem to come awake at all. Otherwise, she lay limply on Claude's back, as Claude tried his hardest to ignore her existence. Something about the Mirror still made his skin crawl with unease. On the fourth day, Claude felt her shift, and turning around, he saw her groggily blinking about, sitting up to the best of her ability now. "Uh..." he was unsure what to do. He still wanted to throw her off of him. "Troll? I... I think she's awake." Troll came bounding over, leaping up onto Claude's back, and Claude not much enjoying standing with two dragons, albeit not huge, sitting on him now, sat down and helped Troll ease the Mirror down to the soft, moss-blanketed earth. The Mirror attempted to speak, but only managed a croak before giving up. As the other three all gathered around the Mirror in excitement, concern, or curiosity, Claude, unable to contain the building storm inside himself, quickly got up and stormed off. He heard Lasciel shout not to go too far as he left, but he didn't care. Climbing into the canopy, he leapt off of one massive tree and spread his wings, allowing the wind to fill them and lift him into the sky, above the trees. Flying away from the area quickly, he gave a long, loud roar, expelling the wrath, the panic, the fear with it. He flew in fast, tight circles, snapping at anything near him: branches, birds, even a harpy not fast enough to get out of the way. Eventually, his roaring came to an end as he was spent of all his pent-up energy, and drooping his head as he let his tired wings carry him back, it wasn't until sunset that the foliage became familiar to him again, and letting his nose show him the way, he, by chance, found Lasciel's trail again. Another two hours of silent walking, he once again found the Snapper, with all three of the others on Lasciel's back, asleep. Lifting his head to see Claude better, Lasciel nodded silently in greeting. "I suppose you want to rest, too?" Lasciel whispered to him. Even if he hadn't just done a highly energetic flight that might make a Spiral envious, Claude would have wanted to sleep now still. Nodding his head, he carefully laid down on the ground and rested his head on his paws, shutting his eyes and letting uneasy sleep overtake him as Lasciel stopped and also laid down, though not sleeping. In the morning, Claude was awake before the other three sleeping dragons, and he watched as each got up: Boris seemed to go from 0 to 100 in half a second and took off into the trees. Next was Troll, and as he got up, the Mirror who had been resting against him finally jolted awake, disoriented. Feeling nothing now, Claude now stared at the Mirror with such intensity that she winced when she saw him. He expected her to ask why, but she averted her gaze and pretended to examine the intricate markings on nearby Lasciel's hide. Lasciel broke the stifling silence. "Well, now that everyone is awake, how about some introductions? Claude, this is Darter. Darter, this is Claude. But I'm sure you already knew that, because it seems to me that you have a history with each other." "No," they both chorused. "I've never met a Darter," Claude added. "And I have never met an obnoxious, intrusive Imperial like Claude," hissed the Mirror, "what's this guy's problem?" Whiskers and ears back, Claude gave an irritated huff. But, of course, he couldn't reply for he had none. Being cruel to a sick dragon just because his hunch told him to wouldn't be acceptable in most situations, and Claude was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. Still, with their hostility voiced, Claude finally got out of carrying the Mirror, and Darter gladly rode on Lasciel's back instead. So, Claude supposed, that was a win, even if he had earned the suspicious glances from Troll and Boris. But why did the Mirror, who had done nothing to earn his ire, make him feel so uneasy?

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