Floe
(#23137045)
the lonely librarian
Familiar
Catty Cannon
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Imperial
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
30.11 m
Wingspan
23.5 m
Weight
8232.67 kg
Genetics
Denim
Piebald
Piebald
Aqua
Morph
Morph
Azure
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 19 Imperial
EXP: 62007 / 104563
STR
106
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
21
INT
5
VIT
25
MND
5
Biography
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FLOE ★ Floe used to spend her days poring over old tomes and decoding forgotten languages in the mysterious atmosphere of the Fishspine Reef. Eventually, she decided to set out from the Sea and broaden her horizons, seeking new knowledge from foreign lairs. She wound up in Lindenmere with the intention of moving on after a few months or so, but she ended up staying there for most of her life. Lindenmere was still a rickety settlement at the time and had very limited collective history of its own - the dragons mostly being young strays and nomads. She formed many relationships in the growing town and helped establish a library after adding some of her own books to the town's collection and trading for others to fill the shelves. Floe helped Somber work through the seer's predictions, both of them hoping for a prosperous future for the dragons of Lindenmere. She honed Palak's gifts before the younger spiral left, and filled Beckett's journal pages with old myths and legends. She even fell in love. Norta was... well, Norta was something. He was a strict guardian of the town, a contrast to Santiago's bright and welcoming nature. He tended to see the worst in dragons, especially newcomers, and Floe (with Somber's help) fought to change that. Norta recently retired from the guards, and confided in Floe that he felt Lindenmere was no longer home to him. It was time for him to return to the icy south, and Floe was welcome to go with him. She almost did. She packed her bags and swept her den, but she could not bring herself to box up her first notebook. When she'd first left the Sea, she'd intended to fill it with historical and linguistic research, but its pages had become filled with stories of Lindenmere's everyday life instead - more of a journal or diary than anything. It was Floe's time to leave the town, but she wasn't ready to serve any deity just yet. Norta set out, and they parted ways. When she took to the sky, leaving friends, but not memories, behind, she didn't have any particular destination in mind. Her wings took her as far away from the ice as she could get for the time being. |
APPAREL:
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GENDER PRONOUNS OCCUPATION FAMILY |
female she / her historian Norta (husband, exalted) |
LIKES DISLIKES FRIENDS |
scarves, books, tea, cold weather, Fun Facts (tm), historical anecdotes, infodumping dens without decorations, not being able to see the sky and/or ocean, sunburns, very dangly jewelry Somber, Beckett, Coffee, Leanne, Calvin |
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DO: breed her, add lore (code HERE), make art and memes, add family and friends, add likes and dislikes, give her more apparel, change her genes, take her into the coli |
DO NOT: change her name, change her breed, make her eternally youthful, delete anything in her bio, take apparel off, sell or trade her, exalt her | x |
FLOE'S JOURNAL
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CITY OF HELIOS ★ The sand. That was by far the worst part about reaching Helios. Not the blistering heat of the desert, not the noticeable lack of moisture in the air, not the infamous bandits that inhabited the wasteland surrounding the sparkling white marble city that seemed to jut into the horizon like a twisted claw. No; the worst part was the irritating, gritty, ever-present sand that seemed to inhabit every nook and cranny of my ill-suited clothes. When I finally caught sight of Helios' famed docks, I would have wept if not for the fact that I was severely dehydrated and collapsed face-first into the sand before I even reached the city. Not my proudest moment. When I finally came to (some hours later, I was told), it was definitely not in the city. I remember hearing "She's awake! Someone get Sparrow-" before panic set in and I instinctively became a graceful mess of flailing limbs. The other dragon in the room with me must have been surprised, because they yelped and scrambled backwards with such force that they nearly knocked over half of the items in the room. "Calm down! Calm down! I'm not a bandit, and I'm not here to hurt you." The heat of the moment finally receded, and I was able to get a clear picture of the dragon currently pressed against the wall, claws held up in a placating gesture. The imperial standing across from me was breathtakingly beautiful – with scales a swirl of light beige and obsidian black adorned with golden jewelry, dark locks tied up with a rugged bandanna, and a single, jagged scar that cut across her elegant face, she looked almost like a princess that had fallen into the wrong story by mistake. She introduced herself as Altair, and explained that I was aboard the ship of the Golden Crows, an upcoming pirate gang that had happened to be making its rounds through the desert when they came across me lying in the sand. Which didn't exactly did much to reassure me about my whereabouts, but Altair seemed genuine enough. It wasn't long until two more dragons burst into the room, leaving the door swinging on its hinges. The first to enter did so with elegance and a confidence. He was a pearlcatcher of about average height and build, but everything about him dripped with poise, strength, and charm; a sword hung at his belt, and his claws always seemed to drift towards it on impulse when he spoke in a way that suggested that he was greatly familiar with the weapon. The second dragon was much more terrifying. Though a skydancer, she was by no means fragile. Her eyes had a distinctly cunning shine to them, like she could calculate your every move within the time it takes to utter a single word. Every inch of her posture gave the impression that she was ready to strike, like a viper with its eyes set on a mouse. The pearlcatcher introduced himself as Khalid, the ship's captain, and introduced his skydancer companion and quartermaster, Sparrow After waking up on a ship with a handful of strangers carrying swords, to say I was a bit bewildered is an understatement. I told them about my plans to head to Helios, but Khalid confessed to me that they had already stopped by the city while I was unconscious and were en-route across the desert to another location, much to my dismay. He did, however, offer to let me be a guest on his ship until they reached their destination (against Sparrow's wishes it appeared, as she was glaring daggers at Khalid throughout the conversation). I tentatively but gratefully accepted, and so began my week of being an honorary pirate. Initially, I was tempted to stay in the quarters Khalid has designated for me until it was time for me to disembark. But my curiosity got the better of me. To miss a chance to investigate the inner workings of a sandship, one of this region's most impressive feats of technology, is unthinkable! It was almost shocking how similar sailing through the dunes felt to sailing through the sea. There were a handful of times where I looked over the railing expecting to see water instead of an endless sea of gold. Unfortunately, once Sparrow saw that I was out of my quarters, she insisted that I defer to Altair to take on various chores and duties around the boat. Khalid tried to tell Sparrow off, but I decided to help around regardless. It was the least I could do after they saved me from the desert, and it was also an opportunity to learn some new skills that I probably wouldn't get the chance to learn again – I mean, how many times is a dragon going to be picked up by a rowdy crew of desert-sailing pirates in their lifetime? Altair taught me about ship upkeep and about basic manners and slang aboard a pirate ship. While I found most of the ship's crew welcoming and even began to feel part of their family, Altair and I became quite close as a result of working in close proximity to each other for the days I was aboard. I asked her once how someone like her ended up on a ship like this, and she just laughed and said that she liked the unique company. I could tell that it was something much deeper than that, but I wasn't about to press on if she didn't feel comfortable confiding in me. Nevertheless, I'd love to go back and get full story from her someday. On the final day of my stay aboard the Crows' ship, Sparrow fetched me from my quarters. Seeing her storm into my room so suddenly had me thinking that I was about to get murdered or thrown overboard. Instead, she offered me a hand and a sword, and led me out onto the ship's deck as the sun began to set and the sky was ablaze with a flurry of pink, purple, and gold. She instructed me to raise my sword, and so I did, and then began my brief lesson in dueling with a blade. At first I thought that Sparrow was trying to make a fool out of me by dragging into this, but I quickly learned otherwise, and by the time we finished training, the moon has risen high in the sky and something almost akin to respect shone in Sparrow's eyes when she nodded at me, took my sword, and bid me good night. The morning of my departure, the crew lined up to see me off. There was something so profound and compassionate about the gesture that was shocking to me, a kind of kinship that I would never had expected from a band of so-called ruthless pirates. Waiting for me near the ramp that would lead off the boat stood Khalid, Sparrow, and Altair. The beautiful imperial smiled warmly at me and handed me a white bandanna that looked remarkably similar to those she and most of the crew wore. Khalid nodded to the bundle of white fabric I now clutched in my claws and said, "You're an honorary member of this crew now. If you ever need anything, or are in this area, you're welcome to stop by any time." Sparrow dipped her head in farewell, and with goodbyes out of the way, I disembarked to continue my travels elsewhere, confident that this wouldn't be my last encounter with the Golden Crows. The Song Of Shadows ★ For some unknown reason, my journey led me to the edge of the Tangled Woods. I was hesitant at first, the woods almost seemed to creep around me, beckoning me to enter. I swallowed my reluctance and strode forward with confidence. This would be the next part of my journey, after all, there is much history and knowledge to be gained even in the darkness and I would not be the first dragon to make this journey. As I carefully made my way around the dark vines and trees, I found myself becoming more and more lost. Every turn looked like the last. Every path blended into the one before. The foliage bent and weaved into maze like shapes and the eerie glow of the mushrooms did little to light the way or ease my worries and fears. As the darkness crept around me, so too did it seem to slip in and out of my mind. Dark memories and thoughts accompanied me with every step as I became more and more lost in more ways than one. A bramble brushed against my leg...What do you truly hope to gain here? The glow of a mushroom dimmed as I walked by...This is not your place, LEAVE. A tangle of branches clattered against my horns...Are you sure you're a historian? My claws scrapped against the roots beneath me...You have lost everything for nothing. The musky air filled my lungs with each breath...You do not belong anywhere. "Greetings." A sudden voice broke through the darkness, clearing my thoughts immediately. My head snapped towards the direction of the voice. Almost hidden withing the shadows itself, I could barely make out the shape of a dragon. "W-who are you?" My voice was more quiet than I expected. A guardian stepped forward, the darkness around us seemed to leave as she approached. Her scales swirled between blues, purples and black. She wore dark clothing over herself and the woods themselves seem to wrap around her wings and legs. A dark hood covered her face as shadows dances around her feet. Despite her appearance, I felt a sort of calm as she approached. This was not the same twisted darkness from the forest, rather, a kind and gentle one."I am Azial. I've been waiting for you." She bowed her head. "Welcome. My apologies for not coming sooner. This part of the woods can be tricky." "Th-thank you...?" I was confused by her words. "Wait...you were expecting me?" A deep rumble of came from her chest as she smiled. "Of course. You are meant to come to my clan. I could feel your coming the moment you needed us." "What does that mean?" I spoke with curiosity. I had never heard of such a thing. "I am the leader of the clan Song of Shadows. It is a clan where all are welcome, especially those who are lost and seek refuge. As leader and a guardian, it is my duty to protect those who come to my clan," Her deep purple eyes locked onto mine, "Even those who have yet to arrive." "I see." While I didn't know who this dragon was, I oddly felt at peace near her. I could tell she spoke the truth, no matter how strange or mysterious it seemed to me. "Please, come." Azial turned and beckoned me to follow with her tail. "And stay close. I will guide you through this darkness." *Day 1* I followed Azial and the woods seem to pull back into a straight and easy path. While I would probably never know why, I concluded it had to have been the magic inherit to the shadow dragons. It wasn't long before the two of us came to cave in the side of the mountain. Never had I seen such a variety of dragons. Colors, sizes, breeds, elements, none of that seemed to matter. Azial explained that this was a clan of dragons that were lost, abandoned, or needed refuge. Any dragon was welcome as long as they respected the clan laws. She said I was welcome to stay as long as I desired and leave whenever I was ready I told her I was a historian she then invited me to their clans library. I had to wonder if this mountain was bigger on the inside than out, for as I observed, there were so many dragons and so many different places within that the mountain I saw without couldn't possibly contain it all. Azial explained that their clan territory also expanded well around the mountain to nearby forests, lakes and other locations for the comforts of the variety of dragons that live here. When we made it to the library, the clan leader had to bid farewell as there were many other matters she had to attend to, but she assured me that most of the dragons here would be happy to help if I so desired. It was here I met Paige the librarian and Calvin the clan's scribe. Paige was incredibly helpful as I expressed my interest in history. She guided my around the library with ease, as though she had every book and nook memorized. Calvin seemed excited to see a new face in the library. He spoke of how he had never met a historian before and inquisitively asked about what knowledge I had. We exchanged information back and forth, him writing everything quickly and beautifully, for what seemed like forever. I didn't realize how much time had passed until a skydancer called out to me. Elohim introduced himself as the advisor of the clan head and told me that some sleeping quarters had been prepared for me. I expressed my gratitude as he led me to a den not far from the library where I was. Who would have thought such a strange and peaceful clan could be found within the darkest region of the tangled woods. *Day 2* As Calvin had mentioned before, the clan didn't have a historian, so there was little more to find in the library itself. Before giving up on my research, the tundra suggested I speak to a few other dragons. While there might not have been much in the ways of books and scrolls on the subject, the true treasure of this clan lies in its diverse residents. Upon his suggestion, I sought out the dragons Ordos and SHODAN. Unrelated by blood, these two mirrors are both ruin explorers. Ordos is eccentric, excitedly telling me about all his journeys near and far. It seems he has explored many ancient historical sites all over Sorneith, though he tends not to stay too long. SHODAN is far more cautious and detailed than her fellow companion, pulling out her research notes and barely bound together notebooks. There were stories after stories written about how the shadowlands first came to be and theories about events that had taken place. It seemed most of the history I had found in the library was from these two. They had much more in their notes than they had time to complete into books and scrolls and Ordos seemed eager to discover more than SHODAN could keep record of. As they told me of their adventures and of the nearby ruins, Ordos mentioned that I meet with some of the oldest dragons that lived here. It seemed there were some dragons that were around for countless years that now resided and found rest in this clan. I was interested in meeting with them, but the time had already grown late and I thought it best not to disturb them until tomorrow. I returned back to the library where Calvin had pulled out a few more books. The ink on these seemed fresh, though dry, only to find out that the old tundra had started transcribing some of the older and more worn books in hope that they contained information I would be interested in. I was surprised to find out that Calvin himself was one of the old dragons the mirror explorers mentioned, though the tundra regretted to tell me he remembered little of his past, as he spent much of his time with books even when he was young. Even still, it was exciting to talk to a dragon that could remember the times in history that I love to read so much about. *Day 3* As I walked into the library to meet with Calvin, I was surprised to see he was with another dragon, a large male guardian. I approached and greeted the two of them and Calvin quickly introduced me to Stanza who apparently was a poet and song writter. The guardian had a deep and rumbling voice, but he was very kind and pleasant to talk to. He invited me to a special event that he and his mate were hosting that evening. After meeting with Stanza, Calvin show me the way deep into the lair to where the other older dragons lived. First I spoke with Yerell a pearlcatcher that had apparently been locked away in stone and later discovered by Ordos and Elohim. While much of his memory was lost from his time being turned to stone, I was able to conclude that Yerell had probably been around since the time before the Shade. There was little else he could share with me, but he mentioned where the ruins he was found in were located and that it would be a good place to explore. Next I met with Tia and Unkindled who both invited me for tea. Of course I gladly accepted. What better thing in this world than history over some tea! Tia was a bit younger than Yerell, though she had seen quite a lot in her time. She was a warrior, a paladin, who fought in many battles, always moving from land to land until finally finding home here in the shadows. Unkindled was much older. In fact, far older than he could recall. He told me great stories of his time, and answered any of my questions he could about his time. When he was done with the stories he gave me a word of advice, not not let myself become too burdened with the past. That enjoying today and tomorrow was just as important. When our chats had come to an end they invited me to join them in that evening festivities. I had almost forgotten about them. When we arrived it seemed like a majority of the clan had come together in a great hall. On a raised platform were several dragons, each with an instrument, and a single mirror in the center in front of them. I later learned that the mirror was Sonnet, the poet Stanza's mate. Never before have I heard such a beautiful voice. The music and song was beyond any I had heard before, and one that I would not soon forget. *Day 4* I had resumed my studies in the library when a colorful female guardian had approached me. She introduced herself as Kazul and apparently was a battle trainer. She had inquired if I intended to continue my travels and asked if I wanted to learn more about self defense. While I have no true interest in becoming a warrior or fighter, I decided to take up her offer as I would need these skills to keep myself safe. Kazul is a strong and careful mentor. She watched over me and Shahin, a silent fae who was also training with me, keeping a close eye on our movements, technique, our strengths and our weaknesses. Her instructions, though strict, helped us improve tremendously. I was amazed by how strong I became in such short of time. Kazul said I was welcome to come back for more training anytime I'd like. *Day 5* After having been with the Song of Shadows clan for a while now, I found myself curious about the dragons that lived here. Azial spoke with me and said I was welcome to explore any part of the lair I like as long as I was respectful of the other dragons. While I have noticed it in the back of my mind, I had never bothered to write it until now. It does seem there are plenty of very shy dragons in the clan. While every dragon I have spoken to has been quite friendly, I seemed to have forgotten that this is still a shadow clan. I was very surprised when a dragon disappeared into the shadows right before my eyes. I started watching and talking with the different dragons I met as I explored. There are so many different dragons here. Dragons who worked with lightning, dragons who preferred ice, dragons that spoke with or were spirits themselves. The spiral who was a blacksmith who's mate commanded the wind. The many warriors that protected the clan by going on patrols or guard duty. I was especially intrigued by the mechanical dragons that also lived here. I wondered how such a mismatch group of dragons could co exist so well. Perhaps it is because they are all different that they are able to do so. *Day 6* Today, after I had finished what I could study, I was invited by a friendly coatl to come visit the gardens. Aruzel apparently had heard from Tia that I particularly enjoy tea. Aruzel had been learning how to grow his own herbs and make tea for sometime now and was eager to share with someone knew. The young coatl seemed to have an air of elegance about him and he was happy to show me around the gardens and I was curious myself about how a garden in the tangled woods would be like. As we approached theGate, I was surprised to discover it was actually a dragon. The wires and fixing shifted and moved as the great imperial glanced us over before letting up enter. I couldn't help but be amazed an impressed. The garden here was just as diverse as the dragons that lived here, most likely to accommodate them. While there were certainly mushrooms and brambles that resembled the wood outside the garden, they were carefully tended by a dragon named Phazon. A mirror, Farore, alongside a fae, Yunchi, tended more forest like fauna and flowers. Further off than I traveled there also seemed to be even more diversity. Aruzel explained how this clan has made treaties with other clans, particularly one from the nature flight. We talked over varying types of tea that Aruzel brewed in a little alcove of the gardens. He asked me my opinions and what I would think would taste better or what type of foods would go along with his teas. He gladly listened to my stories and seemed particularly interested in the types of food I've had in different places. It had never occurred to me before to pay attention to such things, but now that I was traveling, perhaps I should keep things like that in mind. *Day 7* I have decided today will be my last day here in this clan. I have learned much in my time here, but I feel the call to continue my journey. I will leave in the morning when the sun rises. Calvin has asked that I keep in touch and I believe I will do so. He has even given me his first letter even though I haven't left yet. As I said my goodbyes to all the wonderful dragons I have met, they invited me to one last gathering. It seems many of the dragons here enjoy stargazing. A dragon named Nova showed me all the constellations and their meanings. It seems the shadows' interpretation of the stars is much different than the arcanes'. Azial spoke about how it symbolizes the balance of the darkness and the light. "When one is lost. When the world is dark. When all seems naught. Remember, it is within the darkest times that there is starlight. Even when one cannot see it, it is there. And it will guide you. Both in sight and in one's heart and mind." I suppose she could sense I was leaving even before I could. Still, I am grateful for the time I have spent here. .~*~. Dates Visiting: 07/13/2020 - 07/19/2020 |
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The Kingdom of Drimhowel ★ After many moons of travelling along roads and across skies, I managed to cross the borders into a new territory. It seems to be a large kingdom carved into the side of a strangely-shaped mountain. This kingdom was clearly built to allow only flight-capable residents, as it seems to have no roads leading to it. As I approached the gates, I was stopped by multiple guards... it seems this stronghold is very particular about their visitors. With luck, I was granted entry. The architecture of the city was even more strange on the inside: there were many large boulders that seemed suspended in the air, and every rock looked like it was being used as a residence or as a store. When I inquired about these phenomenon, a vendor informed me that much of the kingdom relied on "flight rocks", which are naturally buoyant. Time permitting, I will try to take a specimen back with me. There was also a vendor selling beautiful leather satchels; I bought one in preparation for storing the goods I'll be buying in the future. I've noticed something strange about many of the residents of this city; there are an unsettling amount of unattended children perusing the streets. They mostly seem to be well dressed and intelligent... It was incredibly puzzling, but I received an answer from a food stall owner while buying a snack. There seems to be some sort of special gathering going on for creatures that never age. They seem to go by the name of "Star Children". The event supposedly happens once a decade. I believe it is fate that brought me here during such a rare occurrence. As I traveled further into the city, I passed by many shops and outlets. There was a small stall selling mysterious potions; I enthusiastically picked the most colorful one and put it in my bag. Music started to fill the streets, and I investigated to find a few performers dancing on a makeshift stage made of tarps and small flight rocks. The mini stage bounced with their every step. A beautiful masked dancer painted stories in the air with long, flowing ribbons; she was accompanied by a stunning belly dancer adorned in rings and jewels. As the performance went on, a small child darted onto the stage and transformed into a perfect replica of the belly dancer! They tried to copy the movements but quickly changed to their own style of dancing. I was bewildered at such a sight, but the crowd cheered and clapped along. Later investigation seemed to reveal that this was a rather famous Star Child who possessed the ability to temporarily shape shift! I was hoping to get the chance to speak with them, but the opportunity never came up. As the festivities went on, I took the opportunity to test the drink I had bought earlier. I felt a strange burning sensation in my wings that soon passed; I thought nothing of it and continued on. I eventually gravitated toward one of the largest buildings in the area: the Drimhowel National Library. The middle of the library spiraled up to a stained glass ceiling; it was breathtaking. It seems as though this library operated on an honor system, with only a handful of librarians to keep order. As I perused the countless books on different floors, I came across a closed off space full of extremely rare books. In the middle was a single large window hole with multiple pillows along the edge and on the surrounding floor. A young girl sat on the ledge reading intently while a bored woman sat on the floor next to her. When I inquired about borrowing books from the area, the girl shoo'd me away with great annoyance. By the time I left the library, it was evening. There must be some curfew in place, as hardly anyone was out on the streets at night. I soon found out why. Unaware of the rules of this nation, I foolishly continued to peruse the area, taking the chance to view the architecture up close. I felt a sharp wind next to my ear, and looked to see a sharp object embedded in the stone. I whipped around to see a dripping shadow, which quickly lunged at me. Too stunned by the sudden attack, I couldn't reach my blade in time. I shut my eyes awaiting the impact, but heard the sound of metal instead. In front of me stood a thinly built young man, who seemed unarmed. The shadow flung multiple objects at us at incredible speeds, but the man seemed to deflect them with his hands. Dismayed, the figure hissed and sped off into an alley way. He turned his attention back to me as the figure ran off. "You know it's not safe to be out at night, right?" he tilted his head and gave me a quizzical look. I could feel the embarrassment rush to my face now that everything had settled down. "Ah, I'm... new to the area.... I-" as I attempted to stammer a reply, he smiled softly and beckoned for me to follow. I obliged. We walked silently at a leisurely pace through the night as the stars twinkled above. He led me to the large gates of an impressive estate before turning to me. "The gates here only allow Star Children, so you need to hold my hand." His smile blew away most of my doubts. I hesitated only for a moment before accepting the invitation. His hand was firm and warm. He walked forwards, bringing me along with him. We passed through the gate; I felt the pressure in my ears pop and my chest felt heavy. I closed my eyes out of instinct, following the light tugging motion as I was lead in the dark. When I opened my eyes, I was met with a room full of eyes starting back at me; the young man let go of my hand as I stared in awe at the incredible gathering of Star Children before me. An angry young boy strode up to us furiously and began yelling at my guide in a language I couldn't understand. After a few moments of arguing, the boy turned to me. "Are you immortal?" I looked back at him in confusion. He glared at me and repeated the question. "Don't look so stupid. Are. You. Immortal?" I shook my head. Wait... this little one was incredibly rude just now- "Are you a citizen of Drimhowel?" His glare turned into a squint. I shook my head again. Just as I was about to open my mouth to retort about his behavior, a killing aura filled the room. The little boy suddenly seemed larger-than-life and incredibly frightening. I could feel the hairs on my body rise in alarm. "THEN GET OUT!" he bellowed. The wind was knocked out of my lungs as I felt an impact to my chest. My body was flung backwards; I could hear the distressed cry of the young man who rescued me. The last thing I remember from that night was the vague feeling of someone touching my forehead. When I came to, I was in bed. The room was beautifully adorned, as if it was a noble's bedroom. My chest felt slightly sore as I got up. As I was about to open the door, the handle turned and opened to reveal a rather rugged looking guard. He seemed slightly surprised to see me. "*Ahem*. If you have awoken, then come with me." I exited the room and followed the man; large archways adorned with intricate carvings loomed above us. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The guard led me to a pair of large, golden doors guarded by two men. The doors seemed incredibly thick and difficult to push, but the men opened them with ease. I walked inside, marveling at the architecture- the ceiling was covered in gorgeous paintings, and stained glass windows allowed sunlight to flood the large room. A red carpet led from the door to a throne on the far end. As I approached, I noticed a small figure sitting there. The guard who escorted me was stood to my side. As I stood in front of the throne I realized that the royalty in front of me was the angry boy from last night. He glared down at me for a few seconds before sighing and motioning to the guard, who swiftly grabbed my arm and removed me from the premises. As we approached the outer gate of the building, the guard let go and let out a deep sigh. "You are a traveler, correct?" he asked. I nodded. "It would be best if you grab what you came to Drimhowel for and move along. I'm not sure what you did, but His Majesty was rather displeased with you." He ushered me past the gates. I thanked him before turning to head back to the marketplace. How did such a young boy become king? How can he be a good ruler with such a bad temper? Why was he so angry? Thoughts raced my mind as I headed for Drimhowel's outer gates. This kingdom seems so have a lot of history I simply don't understand and, now, will never get the chance to. I took off into the sky without looking back. |
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Sifhem ★ Continuing on my travels, I wandered among the barren lands of the shifting expanse. Taking in the scenery, I almost didn't notice the strange, whirling portal tucked away in the corner. With my curious nature taking charge, I came forward, gently probing the ground in front of the portal, and against my better judgement, jumping into the swirling abyss. --- The portal spat me out among a crystal shard forest, and I stood up, staring at the expanse of stars looming above my head. The portal led to the Starfall Isles! This place however failed to jog my memory, leading me to conclude that I had never visited this place. Venturing forward, I looked around the area, and tried to find familiarity in the area when a voice broke through the silence. "Hello! We don't get many vistors here" a smiling wildclaw stepped out of the bushes, his silks trailing on the ground. WIP |
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Clan Cimmerian ★ Day 1: The tangled woods are, at the best of times, haunting in their dark beauty, a mesmerising display made from the dancing of the mist around the bioluminescent mushrooms that mark this domain of the Shadowbinder. At the worst of times? It is a terrifying, ominous land full of mocking laughter from the sometimes mischievous and sometimes malicious dragons that dwell within the twilight of the endless evergreens. Regardless of which of those times it is upon the day of writing this, I do not regret visiting the woods, especially not during what is perhaps the most raucous time of year for the dragons of this land, second only to the festival devoted to their Mother, as they prepare for the Night of the Nocturne. I will admit, my foray into this area was not exactly the most well-thought out of endeavours, mostly because I did not exactly prepare a domicile, however temporary, before making my way here. Thankfully, it seems the Gods are looking out for me during my journey, as shortly after I first wandered into the forest, I found myself no longer alone on the path, a Guardian emerging from the dark to walk beside me. In hindsight, her sudden appearance was a little odd, as if she had been waiting for me to pass that way, but she did not seem to be one of the more dangerous denizens of the dark, and her company was a pleasant albeit quiet one. She was curious as to my reason for being in the woods and seemed perplexed when I responded that I was wandering Sornieth purely for my own curiosity. It was some time before she spoke again, when we found ourselves on the edge of a vast clearing shrouded in deep fog, telling me of how we were dangerously close to a clan notorious for their secretive nature and brutal methods of dispatching unwanted visitors. She asked if I was scared and she seemed confused when I answered in the negative, then asked for where I was bound. When I responded that I had not a specific destination in mind, she hummed and said that her clan would be happy to house me during my stay in the woods, in return for sharing tales of the places I had visited. I eagerly agreed and she smiled before wandering out into the lingering fog, [/s] |
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code modified by palarian
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returned home 28/7/2021
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