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WHILE IN WIP EDIT here and then change to the doc for spell checking, the doc is far too slow. DOC, NOT HERE. ADD THE LINKS IDIOT. While on the topic, I want to add illistarations for the stories and link them to the dragon that is playing host to that story in their bio.

The two of them will have more scripted lore, likely between the segments, as if they are historians or studying these dragons as speciments (the former is more of Vi's thing, she'll talk about behaviors.)

If you use the desktop version of the site on mobile, it won't jump around as much, this doesn't fix it.

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There are three different worlds in my lore, Pre-reset. This one is mentioned often in lore, but I purposely don't use this as the main setting for any of my stories. This was when the heavens first noticed the angel trapped within Sornieth, the host to the plague's mutations. But it didn't notice the angel's presence until it was already too late. Having grown enraged by the deities' treatment of their own creations, it deemed it necessary to cast judgement upon them. In this time frame, the heavens wipes out all life on Sornieth. The shade of its resentment, the waters of heaven, seeped into everything and choked the life out of the world that it had freely given to those ungrateful young gods. Then it found the angel, one of its first creation, sicked and warped by its own faults. Its intent bleeding into this new world and turning it cruel. An oversight the waters had made by ignoring their own. So it was left with a drowned world and a dying angel, its own mistakes. What actions were taken could not be undone, so it remade the world as it once was. Its waters had seeped into everything, remembering all they had touched. This was the first reset. Though it could not remove the angel despite how much it had tried. This world had formed around the beast, they were bound together in a way that could not be undone without the cost of a life. Without its host, this world would die. The cruel intent seeped from the angel had shaped Sornieth's creation. The only way to remove the angel would be to kill it, but the waters could not take back what they had once given. They could kill the life of the planet, but they could not take back the planet itself, just as they could not take away the lives of its own children. The sea could not kill the angel, so the world was reborn with a new life that it could not take back. (Off the top of my head, Idiom, Leolie and La would all have memories of what happened in this time frame. Most other dragons had their memories reset each time.)

The First Displacement. The world is reshaped around the angel, but it is different. The waters may have believed they touched everything yet there is still so much missing. Some remember more than others, others have been caught in the riptides left behind by the sea. This world is different, but no less cruel. The shade still appears, there is still a lingering resentment for the dragon's of this world. Unwitting, this world is caught in the crossfire of two greater deities. The shade of the heavens seeks to choke the angel, the world moves on as always now in a different place further in the future than it ever should have been. Another angel cries as it feels it's brethren being pulled apart. The water may not be able to kill this world anymore, but the angles sure can. The other angel arrives and prepares to tear this world apart. The waters of heaven have had an entire lifetime to seep into the world, this time nothing will be left behind. (The main events of The Outpost, Guards, and Unfetter happens here, Those are the lair tabs.)

The Final Exodus. The world is pulled away from the angel, taken by the sea. A dragon and a formerly unknown angel hold it together as the second angel's claws tear into their brother instead of the world they were meant for. The angel is dead, its intent bleeds from this world yet some still pools in its hollow. The world is reset properly this time, dragons lost are now returned, memories properly restored. This is a new world, a better home. Judgement takes up the mantle as this world's new angel, he had only ever wanted to watch it grow and had previously given up his status as an angel to do so without damaging it. Now he is reinstated as an angel and has every intent to help this world heal. Beneath the earth, in the hollow carved out by the angels' absence, a new story grows. (The newest lore for The Outpost, Guards, and Pinion/Obsequies happens within this time frame.)

Please note that there is no actually time travel, the world is just taken apart and rebuilt elsewhere. Swept away like silt so it can settle again somewhere else. Dragons from before the reset that didn't reappear until after the Final Exodus were caught within those waters the entire time, and to them it definitely seemed like they time traveled. At least those who successfully had their memories reset before they were put back.

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The angel fell to earth, to its own desires, touching creation itself. Then the planet was reformed around it, the angel warped into crude impersonations of itself until even it did not know which one it truly was. But the body that seeped into the ground will not be left behind, not even when it inhabits the beasts of this new world born from festering flesh.

They say the gods fell from the heavens, thin wyrms without their defined forms, water without a shore. So others are born from them just as they were once birthed, a divine gift, an illness with no cure. From the heavens we fall, gods, divine, an angel falls to hell and finds it remains unchanged. The deities are bestowed their own world by the heavens, a gift that must be cherished for it holds an angel. So they birth their own creations, false mimicries of their own birth. The dragons must fight for their gods and turn upon their siblings just as their forefathers once had done.

The heavens came down to punish its children for the cruelty they had done to their own creations, only for those it was defending to fight against it in their creator's stead. The shade of the heaven's rage at the injustice the dragons faced instead turned upon them, to put an end to this cruelty and take away what little it could from its youngest creations. Tearing the world apart and bridging an end to all the life that had been born from it’s blessings, stripping the earth of all life it had not given. As it sunk beneath the crust to finally drown the planet it soon found a life and power it did not bless upon this world but could not take back. The heavens had found its missing angel, the parasite in its imperfect world.

The beast had made a grave mistake, one that would have earned it a just death if it was anything less than an angel, but is an angel trapped in their world and nothing greater. The waters of the heavens recede, their darkness slowly seeping away from the world's surface. There is another at fault for this mess, an intent unnaturally placed upon this planet meant for budding gods by a creature greater than anything these deities could ever become. This does not stop the heavens from trying to drown out the parasite, reshaping the world with its own touch in the process, saturating the earth with its own intent.

The angel threatens to kill everything, to salt the earth gifted to traitors and their devoted, the heavens work to drown it. There are dragons that see this and recognize what is happening between gods greater than their own, there are other who witness the battle but can’t find any comprehension for what the waters of the shade or the body of plague truly are. Those still untouched by either will never understand like the dragons born to deities that are not their own. Now that this world has been corrupted there will always be the intent of others leaching through, even those far off will find this world as it drips with the blood of an angel and the waters of the heavens.

An angel hunts for its brother, it can feel its suffering but know it will never die without the claws of another angel, the heavens may try but they have no right to take back what was once freely given. It would be better if it could die, even greater if the elder angel could get there any faster. Still, they are massive and slow, not the thin quick thing their brother once was. It will take time for them to arrive, there is time to prepare.

These gods touch a word gifted to lesser deities and leave marks far deeper than they have any right to. Dragons are now born of suffering mutations, youthful forms sprouting up from the flesh of an angel. Others begin to drown in pitch black waters that seep in from your lungs and dilutes your blood and body until there is nothing left of who you once were. Though there are few born from a sibling's intent, the ones blessed by the shadow that blots out distant stars. They hold a power completely unknown to this world, but an intent towards it that can reach even deeper than the waters of the sea.

So that is the state of a world made as a gift and marred by mistakes. Despite the flawed beginning the dragons made by the lesser deities live relatively normal lives, they do not know that this world is not how it was meant to be. Despite this lack of knowledge there are still those who wish to change it as well as themselves for the better.

Yersinia kicked out for changing a dragons eyes, she was going further than just the vials she made and was working on changing flights.

Her plot begins, she travels deeper into plague and soon finds she has a home there, blessed by the deity who longs to watch her toils.

Merion is born with blue blood, venom in his fangs and vines encrusting his still closed eyes.

Merion’s wings are crushed, his blood is not spilled for a reason of course. If it could have been they would have done so much worse, they’ll figure out how to dispose of him later.

The prophet of flames egg is found to be as bright as the sun, Oracle refuses to hatch even when the time has passed. The final advantage the flame kingdom needs to tear down their rival is in their claws, they just need to wait until his powers settle and he can be born.

The two cities exchange heirs in a bid of poisoned trust, a lie for a trap.

Merion disappears, no-one says a word of it, they knew of his venom as well as his poison, this just makes this easier.

Uriel gains his poison, this dragons blood really does run blue.

Dolus runs, the commotion caused by the deaths hide his escape.

George is found to be a liar, another dragon with venom ensures he is not killed before he can escape. She takes him to plague, it is her home after all, and he is family.

The arsonist is released from the flame kingdom's prison alongside her brother, Serva and Galileo are tasked with leveling the nature kingdom to the ground. They don’t even have to come back to finish the rest, but they will.

Lava once pooled beneath their city suddenly abandons its post, the city collapses into a burning sink hole. The banes are born at the expense of lives not worth the flames in their eyes. The tinder indulges in it’s fate.

The refugees flee to plague, they are as welcome there as any. It’s more than they need.

An abandoned trading post finds it has new residence, they find a sanctuary to begin a new home. More will come, they linger behind the others still wary despite any lingering resentments having been turned to ash and smoke alongside their old home.

The true prince follows a day-old trail and watches wyrms that were once a creatures of legends fall from the sky. He carries an egg that burns white, smoke billows from thin cracks in the shell but the hatchling is still, it is waiting he knows, it has know all this time what would happen after all. The prophet hatches when he arrives at the outpost, the first child to truly hold peace between flames and nature.

A stranger arrives weeks later with two of the young banes under his care, the one whispers things that Oracle only speaks of in his sleep. The two prophets already know how close they are to one another, already know
everything of the other. He can’t call it love, they are something deeper, true soulmates somehow both destined and chosen.

Rayya finds something interesting for the first time since she put on her blindfold, this land has two heart beats. One is thriving, the other dying.

A young dragon is lost in the woods, she stumbles upon a dragon of nature with a poor memory and a distain for others of her kind. They travel together for some time.

The two settle in an outpost of dragon from but with few truly of nature in a land the tundra loves when Magiere forgets Wheat is bitter but she has not truly lost her lover yet. There is a longing that reaches over territories and always settles back within the lands of plague, things don’t always have to die before their resurrection.

Someone is following Wheat, Treska tracked down the blood of the liars that fell her kingdom, she does not wish to harm them. They are were not punished for a reason, she fears being alone in the dangers of her blood. These are kin in a way, the same as her. She was older than her brother when he was sold, older still when her parents finally paid the price for their cruelty to him in full.

Cat begins to reach out more, he is getting to the age where he sees himself act.

A hatchling with purple eyes wakes up to red, she runs for her home at a young age. She was reborn for a reason, to find her charge again. She hides from him in plague, a refuge from something that makes her haunt this world despite her many lives and deaths.

A Bane just growing into its full adult set of quills meets with her, it isn’t strange at first, until she realizes she watched this breed die along with the Gaoler pride before they sealed themselves away.

Tetanus has discovered a hatchling with eyes older than the stories Melange used to tell her, and from her she learns of a history lost to all but the one dragon clinging to something long dead. To something Tetanus knows will come back because her brother whispered of a beast of light that said her name as it died.

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  There are tunnels beneath the earth, too deep to touch the surface, deeper than any dragon had ever anticipated. Spreading into the lands they never should have touched. Dug by the movement of gods and carved deeper by the talons of their creations. Disconnected from their creators they were destined to perish, yet the caverns only grew larger with the absence of their forefathers. Without witness, those trapped within continued their ancestors' legacy and buried their own. It would be long after when new generations of dragons would make their homes within these caverns, those of the eldest who had not yet perished would claim these victories in the absence of their own.

The hollow of the angel that once infested this world still bleeds with it's intent, but these dragons are not unfamiliar with the plauge of death. A city is built upon graves, burying them further beneath its own. The society of blood is born. Pinion binds this new world to its host, the coliceum sinks ever deeper. The gave is dug for bodies yet to be burried. Above it all rests a single dragon free of blood and washed clean of the angels macerations. This city is run on the thin blood of a dragon who wishes to drown herself in the pure waters of her birth. To end the cycle of death one might simply tear down the only thing that keeps these dragons from facing the heavens light. This city is hollow after all.

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These crawlspaces run deeper than Pinion, older, into a past that has been rewriten once again. Many of those who live here were not born to these caves, they are the ones who seek a way back out. Pinion sinks ever deeper as these dragons rise, same place, same time, yet only one pulls at their binds. This grave is shallow and we resfuse to allow you to dig it any deeper.

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Amnesty a city of fire sucumb to flames, you find its ruins lined with the ghosts of those who fell this once great city.

Within the earth territories dragons of fire set up a colony that eventually gained enogh power to act as a kningdom, far cheaper than importing fire made products they could instead purchase slightly lesser products from within their own territoies, so they put up with it. There was no strife between earth and fire, but then on the fertile soil that overlooks the sea another city had laid it's claim. Nature nurtured plants and arts that fire could not comeate with, but they tried their hardest to conqure the crafts. The two cities thrived alongside eachother, always leering at their counterpart with envy.

Well established and having grown sick of the constent rivalry tearing apart their industries and partnerships with outside influences, the kings decided it was time to put an end to this cherade once and for all. When the treaty of peace was purposed by the clans of nature they were too happy to accept. A charge for a charge, when they had already kept the true heir hidden for years, when they already had an imposter to send in his place. It was too perfect.

They sent away the false son, and in reture they were sent a gift of poison. The dragon they got in return had venom on his young and poison lining his blood, any harm done to him was not wroth the deaths it would cause. He was quit and meak, with wings that had been broken and healed wrong at some point long before they came into possession of him, despite or perhapse because of that grousome injury he was more tah. determined to run, the day he finally escaped they declared him dead and revealed their own deception. They had a new ace up their sleeve, they could do their enemies the service of dispatching their problem for them.

They released burning death upon their rivals, a fugitive and arsonist just as spiteful of both the kingdom. She set the kingdom of Patcy alight, in a single night there were nothing but ashes to be seen. The world turned to ash, it was almost apocalyptic with the still smoldering cities lights the only thing to be seen through the distance. The sun bathed the world in red light, crops began to die and those that had grown unused to their homeland began to choke and suffer on the smoke. Yet they was not their demise, Sevra would see her masterpiece to its completion before her encode. The city of flame was smothered in ash.

Still that retribution would not be enough to pay for their slights, Serva would not return to the city in time to see its collapse. Beneath the earth lave that had once been clamoring, conflating within its cells began to stir on their homeland something great was happening. Tunnels that had once run dry qhere now running with fresh heat, the city of Amnesty Dat above what was once a trickle of magma, a secret rarely used and yet still held sacred, their only connection to their roots.

The tree had grown rotten unfamiliar soil, weakened so it could do nothing to stop its collapse. The city did not fall, it melted. Leaching up from beneath the earth the city was claimed by what had once been its greatest asset, nothing could escape the damnation of fire.

Serva was free, as were the few who managed to flee. The banes were born today, fire reclaims those that it once loved.

In the ruins a corpse drags itself free of its body and continues unhindered. The flames of a deity give new life to those long dead, and so this is hell, just another continuation of a life we have already lived.

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Patsy ever growing, ever thriving. Industries boom and bloom in a desert that was never meant to be their home.

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also already has notes, I will find and add them. A bourdering arcade clan with history that has clawed its way into the Outpost.

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Gen one tab, weird lore so far. Gods and their mortalities, flawed greater beings. The stars and celestial bodies that have been made to have lives of their own.

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The dragons of the bordering earth clans/somewithin the plague itself, most of their lore will be indipendent stories.

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There are some cultural things dragons do and having authority dictates many of those things, this is derived from guardians and their charges. A dragon has to have an inherent trust in their superiors, and the authority in this situation has to put all those under themselves first, caring for their needs and taking full responsibility over them. This can simply be carrying smaller breeds on long trips, and sharing a seat with them during clan meetings, to fully taking them under their wing when necessary or taking the punishment for their actions.

Carrying other dragons can also have a significance ill talk about, this will be moved into one of my world building bios.