Lien

forbidden portal boss grinder: cheeky, avil, lien (replace cheeky with a fire mage when i make one lol) NVM GOT THE DROP DAY 1 OF GRIND LMAOOOOOOO TERROR TOAD LETS GOOOOOOO!!! now to get the kelp beds and golem workshop bosses!

bought as gaoler, bought with eliminate already applied.




completed 23/02/24

idk about this lore :/ plasma was just ~*the villian*~ of the clan.. evil for the sake of being evil kinda villian.
i think i'll rewrite her to be more.. hmm... distant and just doesn't trust others due to some event.
me writing every single dragon i have as having trauma, totally not projection. :)

i think i'll write his story as some shade broke free and wreaked havoc on his gaoler group. i cant remember the site story well atm and its crystalline gala so im not going to do the reading now.
his close friend dies or something with the shade thingy. and he. him. words not working.
his mentor/close friend dies. there. my head hurt

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His clan was manipulated by Plasma and was led to war against a neighbouring clan. He was the lone survivor.

Lien looked upon the wasteland, his enemy slain at his feet. The fires crackling across the dry tinder of the fallen, dead trees. Dragons and familiars lay upon the ground, motionless. Enemies, friends, anyone he had ever come to know, gone, even Mercor, the great undefeated warrior, lay upon his own trusted valkyrie blade.

His own wounds hurt. One deep gash on his left leg ached with every movement. His claws were ground down to nothing. They must have worn down whilst he was fighting, or when he was desperately trying to get away from a pack of the other clan's chimeras. A combination of those, he thought.
He trembled violently recalling all these events.

A searing pain started in his tail as he dragged himself through the debris. He winced as he turned around, his muscles still tense and sore. He had dragged his tail over a sharp piece of flagstone, the tip of his tail severed, the surrounding fur bloodstained. Examining the flagstone he felt a wave of sadness wash over himself. It was part of what once was the clan's town center. It was deeply scratched with claw marks. He shuddered, realising how small the claw marks were. A hatchling had made these. No one was spared. No one, but himself.

"Why me? Why must I be the only survivor?" Lien asked, to no one in particular. He would have much rather have died. He didn't want all of the blood on his claws. The war was over something trivial, why had it progressed so much?

Lien felt like he was being watched.

He saw a lone pearlcatcher standing upon the wooded cliffs, rolling their pearl beneath their claws. He couldn't make out if it was a male or female due to the ash smothering the air.
Why were they watching? He wanted to cry out for help, but there was something odd about how they gazed upon the battlefield. No. He was reading them wrong. He must be. He just wants someone to blame.

The pearlcatcher locked eyes with Lien and gathered her pearl, gliding down to land near him.
She said her name was Plasma. She asked various questions about what happened, looking quite panicked.
She invited him to visit her clan, to visit the healer. Lien declined. Plasma still gave him directions to the clan's location.

A few days passed. Lien couldn't bear the pain. His wounds were severely infected. For the past few days he had been chasing scavengers away. They didn't care about the slain dragons. They harvested the apparel any items they could find. Mercor's body lay empty, his blade gone, a mirror holding it with greed. Lien snapped. He snatched it back and held it in his mouth. The mirror backed off.
The protecting of the valuables took everything he had. He decided to take what mattered to him, to his fallen clan. He decided that he would ask the clan that Plasma belonged to.

He reached the mossy glade, weary and sore. A skydancer quickly flew over to him, offering assistance with his wounds. He refused treatment. She kept insisting that she couldn't bear to see a dragon in pain. "I'll only let you treat my wounds if you help me recover my fallen clan's valuables."
Nova blinked. "I..." Her voice faltered. She considered it. He didn't seem to be of sound mind, his clan had fallen though.. It made sense.. She made her decision.
"I will help you. I shall get some others to help."
Lien stopped her. "Don't bring any who are weak of heart."
Nova nodded slowly. She left and returned with Plasma, North, Paige (To be continued later)