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In an ancient stone town carved into the mountains, a small group of scholars and scientists has crystallized around Loxias' hoard of ancient texts.
-i name all of my dragons randomly after characters in whatever book i'm currently reading. none of them are fandragons
-offspring lists are not canon, and i don't use site lore. i also write my characters as humanoids, not dragons
-everything is a giant WIP so please excuse the mess
-the bits of poetry in my tab descriptions are from the wallace stevens poem, 13 ways of looking at a blackbird
You had assumed that, as a graduate student at a prestigious university , you would be respected and supported by your peers and superiors. Instead you were treated like a glorified secretary, completing various mind-numbing tasks for the research projects of others and, occasionally, being yelled at by students and professors alike. This was the first time, however, that your supervisor had sunk so low as to designate you his courier. When he had asked if you would, please, take the two day trip to an obscure and mountainous region in order to deliver a stack of books to someone named 'Loxias', you had swallowed your pride and nodded agreement. After all, your stipend depended on it.
The trip was long and uncomfortable, and ended rather unceremoniously as the train deposited you onto a road that dissipated into a barely-present path. A crude sign stated that two kilometers seperated you and Loxias' library, and, swallowing your inhibitions, you hurried past it into a dense forest that seemed to blot out the daylight. By the time the forest began to thin and a rocky expanse appeared before you, you were practically running, certain that something in that dense knot of trees was watching you and perhaps wished you ill. You had seen eyes, you thought, peering out of the leaves, and heard footsteps behind you, possibly several sets. You steeled yourself and looked forward at the sheer cliff face that rose in front of you, drab and impassible. There were runes etched onto it, and someone had drawn the shape of a door in chalk.
You tried all the unbinding spells that you knew, but none worked, and, in frustration, you kicked at the wall futilely. You imagined your supervisor sitting in his comfortable office with a warm cup of tea and kicked again. To your surprise, an empty black space appeared where the chalk outline had been, and you fell into it, landing on the stone floor in a heap. After a moment, you looked up. There was a woman standing above you, glowing green and with an extra arm bursting from her left side. She noticed your look of horror, glanced down at the arm, and sighed. 'I'll have to remove that,' she said. 'Who are you ?'
'I have a delivery for Loxias', you managed to say. The books that you were carrying were now scattered around you on the floor. Looking about, you saw a kind of antechamber, furnished haphazardly with a few chairs and some pieces of parchment tacked to the walls. The place looked more like a cave then a room.
The woman shook her head. 'No reason to disturb him. Maybe Cassandre can help you. Take the second tunnel and keep left'. She pointed at a dark, roughly hewn hole in the wall, then rapidly disappeared down another passage. You thought about calling after her, but her presence was not exactly comforting, so you swallowed your confusion and fear, gathered your books, and plunged into the darkness.
After a few left turns, the tunnel began to change into something resembling a hallway. There were carpets, rather nice ones, and candles. Someone had carved the stone here quite skillfully, and the walls were filled with friezes. They struck you as somewhat old fashioned, as images of people who had lived long, long ago.
You took the final left before the path split and found yourself frozen with awe. A massive cavern gaped before you, and below you the remnants of a town spilled out of a fissure in the vast expanse of rock. Tentatively, you followed the path, which tumbled into a rough and rather precarious set of stairs. Heavy stone buildings took shape before you, and you were gratified to see that among the rubble, a good number of them were clearly inhabited. They were curious structures, marked by an uneasy juxtaposition between the vague remains of ancient ornamentation and the signs of modern technology at use within. Alchemical pipes burst from carved window frames, dispersing strangely colored smokes through the gloom, and piles of rusting machinery lay discarded in alleyways. You ducked into the first shop you saw -- an apothecary.
A man with a rat's nest of white hair emerged from a back room and stared at you, his eyes betraying no emotion. He was wearing a dusty lab coat, and a jumble of vials dangled from a leather strap slung across his chest. Despite the temperate air, his hands and throat were swaddled in fabric, and you found yourself unsettled by the suggestion of strange shapes and lights which played across his chest and shoulders when he moved.
'Fatigue, and an excess of stress', he said. It took you a moment to realize that he was diagnosing you. From some obscure cabinet, he took a vial, the contents of which he poured into a small glass. The liquid smoked, and its color shifted, first red, then a pearly white. 'Drink this', he said.
You did so automatically and immediately regretted it. Whatever it was, it burned your throat on the way down. You eyed the man and were alarmed to see that he had bloodstains on his coat.
'I have a delivery for Loxias', you said dumbly. 'I take it you're not Cassandre ?'
The man laughed, a jarring, unpleasant sound . 'Absolutely not. Anyhow, the person you want to talk to is Charis. He's the only one Loxias will see, most of the time'.
'Thanks', you muttered, and you backed out of the room, your head swimming. As you left you eyed the man's sickly white face. He gave you a long, curious look and you realized that his eyes were yellow, and that something seemed to be growing from his jaw and temples. Unnerved, you hurried down the hall. It occured to you that you hadn't asked for directions, but a sudden need to sleep had overcome you, and your reactions were slow. Determined to complete your task, you stumbled down a side street until all signs of civilization disappeared, and untouched walls of a cave tunnel closed around you. You looked up dizzily and saw stalactites.
Panic gripped you suddenly. You called down the hall, but no one answered, and you tried to remember the turns you had taken to get to this place, but your memory had grown hazy. You were about to sink to your knees in dispair when a shadowy figure appeared ahead of you, holding a lantern. You called after it, but there was no answer, and the lantern began to move farther away. Oh, well. You would follow it anyways. Surely it would lead you to safety eventually.
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In an ancient stone town carved into the mountains, a small group of scholars and scientists has crystallized around Loxias' hoard of ancient texts.
-i name all of my dragons randomly after characters in whatever book i'm currently reading. none of them are fandragons
-offspring lists are not canon, and i don't use site lore. i also write my characters as humanoids, not dragons
-everything is a giant WIP so please excuse the mess
-the bits of poetry in my tab descriptions are from the wallace stevens poem, 13 ways of looking at a blackbird
You had assumed that, as a graduate student at a prestigious university , you would be respected and supported by your peers and superiors. Instead you were treated like a glorified secretary, completing various mind-numbing tasks for the research projects of others and, occasionally, being yelled at by students and professors alike. This was the first time, however, that your supervisor had sunk so low as to designate you his courier. When he had asked if you would, please, take the two day trip to an obscure and mountainous region in order to deliver a stack of books to someone named 'Loxias', you had swallowed your pride and nodded agreement. After all, your stipend depended on it.
The trip was long and uncomfortable, and ended rather unceremoniously as the train deposited you onto a road that dissipated into a barely-present path. A crude sign stated that two kilometers seperated you and Loxias' library, and, swallowing your inhibitions, you hurried past it into a dense forest that seemed to blot out the daylight. By the time the forest began to thin and a rocky expanse appeared before you, you were practically running, certain that something in that dense knot of trees was watching you and perhaps wished you ill. You had seen eyes, you thought, peering out of the leaves, and heard footsteps behind you, possibly several sets. You steeled yourself and looked forward at the sheer cliff face that rose in front of you, drab and impassible. There were runes etched onto it, and someone had drawn the shape of a door in chalk.
You tried all the unbinding spells that you knew, but none worked, and, in frustration, you kicked at the wall futilely. You imagined your supervisor sitting in his comfortable office with a warm cup of tea and kicked again. To your surprise, an empty black space appeared where the chalk outline had been, and you fell into it, landing on the stone floor in a heap. After a moment, you looked up. There was a woman standing above you, glowing green and with an extra arm bursting from her left side. She noticed your look of horror, glanced down at the arm, and sighed. 'I'll have to remove that,' she said. 'Who are you ?'
'I have a delivery for Loxias', you managed to say. The books that you were carrying were now scattered around you on the floor. Looking about, you saw a kind of antechamber, furnished haphazardly with a few chairs and some pieces of parchment tacked to the walls. The place looked more like a cave then a room.
The woman shook her head. 'No reason to disturb him. Maybe Cassandre can help you. Take the second tunnel and keep left'. She pointed at a dark, roughly hewn hole in the wall, then rapidly disappeared down another passage. You thought about calling after her, but her presence was not exactly comforting, so you swallowed your confusion and fear, gathered your books, and plunged into the darkness.
After a few left turns, the tunnel began to change into something resembling a hallway. There were carpets, rather nice ones, and candles. Someone had carved the stone here quite skillfully, and the walls were filled with friezes. They struck you as somewhat old fashioned, as images of people who had lived long, long ago.
You took the final left before the path split and found yourself frozen with awe. A massive cavern gaped before you, and below you the remnants of a town spilled out of a fissure in the vast expanse of rock. Tentatively, you followed the path, which tumbled into a rough and rather precarious set of stairs. Heavy stone buildings took shape before you, and you were gratified to see that among the rubble, a good number of them were clearly inhabited. They were curious structures, marked by an uneasy juxtaposition between the vague remains of ancient ornamentation and the signs of modern technology at use within. Alchemical pipes burst from carved window frames, dispersing strangely colored smokes through the gloom, and piles of rusting machinery lay discarded in alleyways. You ducked into the first shop you saw -- an apothecary.
A man with a rat's nest of white hair emerged from a back room and stared at you, his eyes betraying no emotion. He was wearing a dusty lab coat, and a jumble of vials dangled from a leather strap slung across his chest. Despite the temperate air, his hands and throat were swaddled in fabric, and you found yourself unsettled by the suggestion of strange shapes and lights which played across his chest and shoulders when he moved.
'Fatigue, and an excess of stress', he said. It took you a moment to realize that he was diagnosing you. From some obscure cabinet, he took a vial, the contents of which he poured into a small glass. The liquid smoked, and its color shifted, first red, then a pearly white. 'Drink this', he said.
You did so automatically and immediately regretted it. Whatever it was, it burned your throat on the way down. You eyed the man and were alarmed to see that he had bloodstains on his coat.
'I have a delivery for Loxias', you said dumbly. 'I take it you're not Cassandre ?'
The man laughed, a jarring, unpleasant sound . 'Absolutely not. Anyhow, the person you want to talk to is Charis. He's the only one Loxias will see, most of the time'.
'Thanks', you muttered, and you backed out of the room, your head swimming. As you left you eyed the man's sickly white face. He gave you a long, curious look and you realized that his eyes were yellow, and that something seemed to be growing from his jaw and temples. Unnerved, you hurried down the hall. It occured to you that you hadn't asked for directions, but a sudden need to sleep had overcome you, and your reactions were slow. Determined to complete your task, you stumbled down a side street until all signs of civilization disappeared, and untouched walls of a cave tunnel closed around you. You looked up dizzily and saw stalactites.
Panic gripped you suddenly. You called down the hall, but no one answered, and you tried to remember the turns you had taken to get to this place, but your memory had grown hazy. You were about to sink to your knees in dispair when a shadowy figure appeared ahead of you, holding a lantern. You called after it, but there was no answer, and the lantern began to move farther away. Oh, well. You would follow it anyways. Surely it would lead you to safety eventually.
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Your dragons are really pretty too! I really like how Cassandre looks like, very thoughtful bio/lore ^^