Callum

The mysterious Spiral stayed for a little while in Porto, booking a single night at the most luxurious suite at the local Greatshell Hotel. He spent the sunset drinking mojitos and at night he slept soundly. He was left before sunrise and left only a paper crane origami behind.

The mysterious Spiral was in a frantic rush, and stopped by for a few refreshments and went back on his journey again.

The mysterious Spiral came to the clan late at night. He stayed for a day, but left quickly after attracting the attention of one of the clan's more shady members. He took a bag of homemade food and bone trinkets with him when he left at sunrise. We wish him luck on his journey.

While on his journey, the Spiral stopped by a lake nearby to quench his thirst. Another dragon was swimming under the shallow depths of the lake to notice the spiral above. After a short conversation, he offered the spiral to stay at his clan for a night. He seemed exhausted from all the traveling and agreed to the generous offer. Strangely at dusk, he left the clan with no warning, continuing his journey to who-knows-where?

The Spiral wandered into a green opening in the forest and took a small break. He chatted with some of the others and then was on his was again!

The Spiral continued on his way, traveling here and there, until he arrived on the Frigid Floes. Being unaccustomed to the cold, another friendly ice dragon welcomed him to our clan. He stopped at the clan to rest and warm himself before thanking us and moving on. He was very kind and we invited him back if ever he needed a host.

The Spiral bumped into a clan of prophets and a mysterious witch. He had his fortune told, and realized that he had to keep moving. Travelling is his destiny, and he shall never stop. That is a traveller's fate and curse.

The Spiral had been travelling for several days again; food was scarce, and when night fell and a storm came up, the poor Spiral got caught in a too-strong gust, losing control over where his wings carried him. With some shock he realized that he was swiftly being hurled towards a steep cliff, and if he didn't regain control soon, he might very well find his end there. Seconds before the impact he closed his eyes.. then crashed into something rather warm and soft. A large, brown and green Imperial had been out and about and spotted the little Spiral in distress. Cradling him gently in his arms, he brought him back home to his lair with him, where the clan's leaders were more than happy to allow the Spiral to rest for as long as he wanted, entertaining him with songs and stories and company. They became friends, but the Spiral knew he couldn't stay. The Clan of Hope supplied the travelling Spiral with as much food as he could carry, and, hoping to see him return to them someday, let him go on his way.

- im just helping Freowyn pass the dragon along -
Either way, the amazing Spiral had a lot of fun meeting some new friends and playing with them.

The mysterious Spiral received a mysterious present in the mail. It was a leatherbound book, full of spells and mystic chants that he did not know how to perform. Not that he knew what they would do if he did. He was wary of the gift but appreciative nonetheless.