Mortis

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- Very very casual Witchborne Pinkerlocke/Lorelocke
Finding the dragons~
Encouraging Advice from Petall | Coolkid's Pinkerton's Plundered Nuzlocke |
The Lonely Tower. The Forgotten Spire. It had taken many names, served many masters, and lasted through many sieges that decorated its walls with far more history than one could dare inscribe in tomes and scrolls. Perhaps that was why the dragon, Yminthe, had chosen the world it offered once she stepped through the Mirror’s edges. It was a far wilder Sornieth, and the powers and energies that flowed through both sky and earth were more primal and unfettered, suited to the new being she now came to be. The Mirrorworld proved to be more fruitful; as the dragon descended finally on the last step out of the tower, she knew she would stay. Her charge was here, after many years of searching— and so stay she did.

Years went by until she no longer felt the passing of time. She dealt with leviathans and serpents, soulslashers and dreamweavers, just to make sure that her growing clan would host a greater purpose than she had in her first life. And like the moon casting her pale glow across the earth, the Witch and the Hunter came.

The tower, lonesome like a rusting needle, was alight with a strange blue glow that night, as if to herald their coming. Runes played and bounced across the tower's dilapidated bricks, and voices muttering in an ancient language echoed only one thing over and over: Welcome, daughter. Welcome, heiress.

Yminthe would not see the tower glow as bright as a star like that night again, even as Greteel's bloodline slowly branched out and ventured beyond the Clan's reaches. The tower itself, though slowly crumbling away, seemed that it was no longer letting any dragon in, or for that matter, out. It was weathering away, yet inaccessible-- and she liked it that way, enough to never ask the Witch where she had come from, or what she was running from.

That peace, however, was short-lived.

Though two sea serpents were left to care for the Clan while Yminthe retired to the deep Crystal Caves, she sensed tension from the earth above the glittering stalactites. The other dragons sensed it too: it was as if each had stepped into a puddle with a livewire in it. She looked up from her resting place, and where the shadows were the thickest, a soft blue mist was slowly curling open its opaque tendrils. Little by little, until her image shivered into reality, Yminthe found the Witch's gaze on her. She inclined her head, and the other bowed in mutual respect. They basked in silence for a few moments longer, one hesitating as if her query would shake the foundations of the clan that sheltered them, the other dreading the question of an almost impossible task.

It was the Witch who spoke first. "My blood calls to others," Greteel said slowly.

Yminthe closed her eyes. In her mind's eye, she was remembering how the Witch had grown up to be as formidable as her predecessors. "When has it started?"

"It started when the night and day became equal, and I started seeing them in my dreams. The tower is a beacon. And it is time for me to answer them," she answered, her red fireflies flitting around her body erratically, betraying her calm composure.

The older dragon finally shook herself off of her crystallized nest. "Then we shall host them, Blednaya Lyubovnitsa."

Greteel's wings fluttered in relief. "Thank you, clan mother," she said, bowing again.

Yminthe's eyes softened, and she gently tapped her horn against the skydancer's brow. "Krihione."

The Witch looked up at the clan mother incredulously. Yminthe nodded once. "It was never written, but the day you arrived to me, the tower gave up its name. Its primeval name. And it is Krihione, and it is what you say: Bloodsinger."

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The dragons participating must have the same Primary and Secondary color schemes as the Witchborne Founders, but with a different gene or breed that has never been seen before in the lineage.
*Bonus! One competitor with a primary color outside, but near, the WB primary colors shall be allowed to join.

The Tower is only allowing dragons who bear the eyes of Imber (Water), Ustrina (Fire), Solum (Earth), and Spiritus (Wind), with only one representative of each eye. They could only be named when they reach level 7. Before then, they will be carrying epithets of their own.
*Bonus! An exception could be made for a dragon with special eyes (Glowing, multi-gaze, primal, etc.).

The dragon who reaches level 15 first shall be made consort to one of the Witchborne Founders. That dragon will also be granted a Witchborne Symbol of Victory that their descendants can carry, and their particular gene be added to the official WB requirements, whether it be a primary, secondary, or tertiary gene. If they are a different breed from the four founders’, only their descendants are allowed and will be recognized as official Witchborne, not Witchkin.

The other dragons who did not make it shall either be put in the Mirror (Hibernation) or be brought to the altar and sacrificed to the Goddess if they don't decide to go further than the Aetheatra Clan's reaches (AH or Adoption).

Ancients are not allowed.

All Nuzlocke activity corresponds with the loot the gladiators obtain daily from Pinkerton's plundered pile.
There shall be no exaltations until a victor is crowned. That way, we ensure that each gladiator/gladiatrix have all the chances to be the victor. Or not. Throughout your training, you will encounter the Witchbornes residing within the Aetheatra Clan. After picking an item from Pinkerton's pile and accomplishing its requirements, roll a D6 to choose which competitor's POV will take over that day. After choosing, roll a D10 and write about your encounters either with a friend, a potential enemy, mayhaps a lover, or even a teacher.

Dice rolls 1-8 have an exact Witchborne Encounter.

Rolling 9-10 is a 'Roll Again’. If you land on another 9-10 for the second time, you must write through the POV of a Witchborne instead.

After you've rolled on an encounter with dice rolls 1-4, roll a D6 to choose what happens next. If you landed on a dice roll 5-8, use a D20 and write only about a challenge chosen from the Challenge list with an encounter with these other Witchbornes.

1

The Pale Mistress 1: Exempted from battling. You are starved from prolonged meditation. 2: You are being watched. Look out for the shifting environment. 3: A premonition! Greteel gives you advice through the dreamscape. 4: You are allowed one coli match with Greteel ... and another competitor. 5: Your eyes are misted. You cannot join the coli battles for 3 matches. 6: You are allowed three coli matches with Greteel and a warrior from the Aetheatra Clan.

2

The Halfblood Hunter 1: Exempted from battling. You are starved from prolonged dummy training. 2: You are being watched. Training will be harder for you. 3: Strategic Advice! You are allowed one coli match with Hanzjel. 4: You are tired and could hardly pick up your wings. Exempted for 5 coli matches. 5: Hunting expedition. Hanzjel takes you and another competitor for 1 coli match. 6: You are allowed three coli matches with Hanzjel and a warrior from the Aetheatra Clan.

3

The Wraith ... The Phoenix 1: Exempted from battling. The smoke was too much and you're choking on it. 2: You are being watched. You are locked from using your element in battle. 3: Silent Reprieve! Zelievna allows you to join her and Etrix in 1 coli match. 4: Too much heat! Zelievna takes you on a gathering trip with 1 competitor for 2 matches. 5: You taste The Phoenix's rage. What have you done?! You are exempted for 5 coli matches. 6: You are allowed three coli matches with Zelievna and a warrior from the Aetheatra Clan.

4

The Fallen Prince 1: Exempted from battling. You really had to fight with Etrix's wolf, didn't you? 2: You are being watched. You are locked only using Defense for 3 coli matches. 3: Recreative Interlude! Etrix allows you to join him and Zelievna in 1 coli match. 4: You are caught stealing! Did you really have to take it that far? Exempted for 5 coli matches. 5: To prevent in-fighting, Etrix takes you and 1 competitor on a gathering trip for 2 matches. 6: You are allowed three coli matches with Etrix and a warrior from the Aetheatra Clan.