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Though he's still young, Argus is determined to live up to his mother's legacy as a world-class archaeologist and adventurer. He's spent his youth studying and training, and he's finally ready for his first big expedition! Argus plans to learn as much as he can on this journey, and maybe, just maybe have a little bit of fun at the same time.
A close call, and a reminder that only the strong survive. This dragon is a veteran of many battles and has the scars to prove it.
4000
Cloud Chaser
Familiar
As it ascends into the heavens, the clicks and whistles it emits can be roughly translated to ’So long and thanks for all the fish.’
2900
Argus arrives at the doors of Mythos Clan at night. In the depths of Tangled Wood, at night, no one is surprised to find him injured upon arrival. His shoulders torn due to the thick thorns make the dragon woozy from blood loss, and Shiva all but barks the order – "Take him to Toci immediately!" No one needs to be told twice, and the visitor is brought to the clan's healer right away. Toci sets to work as soon as he arrives to her hut, binding his wounds and cradling his head to feed the foreigner a healing potion. It takes him a couple of days to recover enough to venture outside, and in the meantime Toci does not leave his side.
"I am Argus", the young dragon tells her when he first awakens. "My mother is an archeologist, you see, and I am hoping to follow in her footsteps by mapping out foreign regions and perhaps bringing back some findings. Do you happen to know who I could speak to about this?" She does, of course, and requests that someone fetch Cihuateotl, Toci's former apprentice, once the male has recuperated enough. It's almost as if the mere sight of her brings Argus renewed energy, seemingly standing up straighter in Cihua's presence, and Toci leaves the pair of them together with a knowing look.
It doesn't take long for the two of them to hit it off, Cihua more than happy to show him around the Shadow domain, and Argus finally sets off on the expedition he had hoped for when he'd left his home clan less than a week before. Equipped with the necessary tools, Argus begins going about drawing maps of the neighbouring regions.
Intact Parchment
Dragonmade
Perfect for diaries, manifestos, and shopping lists.
15
Used Cartography Ink
Trinkets
A half-bottle of rotten cartographer's ink. You won't get much use out of it, but the bottle might be worth something.
80
Scroll Case
Trinkets
A scroll case in pristine condition. It's empty.
15
A few days after their first journey outside Cihua's home clan they come across a river and, dirty and grimy from the day's exploration, decide to go swimming. Splashing around, laughter echoing in the cool, quiet and semi-permanent near darkness of the Shadow dwelling, Argus decides to kiss her, emboldened by the girl's fearlessness. She kisses him back, passionate in equal measure, and they spend the day's last hazy sunlit hours exploring more of each other and less of their surroundings.
Both things continue to develop over the next few days – their romance, and their task –, but as with most things, those too had to come to an end. And so with one last farewell kiss, Cihua gifts him a familiar to always remind Argus of their first afternoon together, playing in the river and getting to know one another.
This dusty brown hat is perfect for the rough-and-tumble and tumbleweeds alike.
1275
Dusty Highnoon Vest
Apparel
This dusty vest has never been properly washed. It has a rustic charm... and stench.
1000
Argus' journey leads him to the sands of the Stormcatcher's domain. He quickly figures out the problem with having so many eyes. In a place filled with practically only sand and dust, it has a habit of getting in your eyes. He enters a set of clan gates by following the tail of a starry Skydancer who obviously knew he was there, looking back at him a couple times so he wouldn't get lost.
His wings tucked tight to his sides, he looks around nervously. He spots the Skydancer ahead of him, waiting on him it seemed. The skydancer nods, continuing on with a hidden smile. And ahead of them lie a large home, with vibrant cyan and pink lights lining the walls. The skydancer steps up onto the porch, letting it creak slightly under his weight. Argus follows him up. The skydancer gestures inside, "You'll find food and boarding here at the inn. My name is Fenric, and you are?"
Argus gives a brief cough, his throat sore from the dry air, "I'm Argus. I'm trying to become an archaeologist like my mother." Fenric smiles, his dark-rimmed Arcane eyes friendly.
"Well, " Fenric began cheerily, "I know just the people you should visit then. When you're good and ready, a family called the Glomps lives down the street. Their home is a bit of a mess, but the father, Mythos, should be able to help you with your wish for archeology. He knows a lot about the ruins in this area."
Argus thanked Fenric, entering the inn, being greeted and welcomed by a Spiral with faceted eyes and a beaming smile. She gives him a key to a room, not asking anything in return other than he enjoys his stay. Which he does gratefully. He was even allowed to get some more clothes by the generous innkeeper.
~*~
Argus knocks politely on the door that Fenric had directed him to, the beige door opens revealing a pale, hooded skydancer, who raises a brow.
"Ah, good morning. I'm Argus. I'm looking for Mythos? I was told he could help me with my archeological, uh, expedition?" The skydancer gives him a curious look, gesturing him inside.
He leads him up into a neat sitting room, having several artifacts in glass cases around the room. He sits down and gives a low whistling sound. Argus looks at him confused until a rhythmic tapping of claws on floor comes closer.
A pearlcatcher with lighting actually blazing from her eyes comes in, "Yes, father?" She spots Argus and gives him a gentle smile, "Hello. You wish to speak with my father?"
Her voice is aristocratic and smooth. He gives a nod after moment, entranced by her eyes. She settles on the sofa beside the skydancer, who takes to preening her mane with deft fingers.
And so Argus converses with them, through Lectra. This leads to Argus' first real expedition, though, it happened to be in an already explored ruin. He still managed to pick up quite a few baubles for his collection of artifacts.
And though time soon came to part, he could not help but be thankful for the friends he'd made in this menagerie of a clan.
After hours of wrestling, this impressive tome finally comes to rest, lets its pages fly open, and reveals... 300 pages of ways to prepare liver and onions.
1500
Argus pulls the brim of his hat a little lower over his face in a futile effort to shield himself from the hot Wasteland sun beating down on him from above. He's spent exactly three days in the Plaguebringer's domain and he hates it.
'Hate' is a strong word, but the less time he spends here, the better. The heat is scorching, the earth rust-red and unnerving in a way he can't describe, and the archaeological dig site he heard tell was thriving and occupied by several of his kind a month ago is now abandoned and empty.
It's disappointing, to say the least. The site was rumoured to have turned up some interesting relics and statues, and Argus hoped to find something of note. Instead, he arrives to this: scraps of fabric, splintered wood from broken crates, rusty markers surrounding some of the neatly excavated holes in the ground, and impressions in the dirt where tents used to be. Whoever was here had clearly left in a hurry.
For lack of anything better to do, he began to dig. Started a new site a little way off, more out of curiosity than anything else.
On the second day, he unearthed a tome about twice the size of the tablets Light dragons were so fond of exchanging during Brightshine. It was quite the find, and he couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship. The white leather cover was almost pristine once he got the dust off, gold gilding the corners of the book.
Argus hasn't been able to open it, but it doesn't matter. He can do that once he gets home.
Which is where we now find him: digging still, hoping to unearth another find. The tome is safe in his satchel right behind him, and he has just enough rations to last him two days: one for the last day of digging and one more to get him far away from the Wasteland.
Argus' thoughts are occupied with memories of his travels, his old clan, and the kiss he shared with lovely Cihua when the heat finally becomes unbearable and he turns to fish the canteen from his bag for a drink.
His claws close on empty air. Argus' heart nearly stops with shock.
He turns around and is instantly face-to-face with another wildclaw, larger than him and with (he notes with a gulp) one of the sharpest set of teeth he's ever seen. Argus' gaze drops to the satchel, his satchel, that the wildclaw is now holding, and a strangled cry builds in his throat.
'Give it back.' Well, at least he's managed to keep the tremble from his voice.
The wildclaw cocks their head, apparently carefully considering the demand, but just as Argus holds his claws out and starts to relax, they turn tail and run.
Argus gives chase without a second thought.
If there is one thing that can be said about wildclaws and mirrors it is this: for deities that have held a long-standing grudge against the other for decades and seem as different from each other as the night is from day, their creations sure do share some very close similarities.
Which is to say, Argus runs faster than he flies. As does the other wildclaw.
About thirty seconds in-- the dig site is just a pinprick in the distance now-- the wildclaw veers into a slope leading down into a maze of rocks larger than any imperial. The earth here is packed hard beneath his claws and the pebbles and stones pose a rather dangerous hazard, but Argus follows, shouting breathlessly.
'Stop! Give that ba--aack!'
He doesn't quite register what happens. One moment, he's turning the corner past a gargantuan boulder, the next, a force collides into him and the world abruptly turns sideways and there's a surprisingly small but nevertheless firm claw on his throat, cutting off his airflow and pushing him into the dirt.
Wide, curious, fuchsia eyes peer down at him. After further inspection, Argus sees that they belong to a spiral, dressed as brightly as a circus magician in the Tangled Wood and who is currently sitting squarely on his chest with a claw still on his neck. Argus makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat.
'Oh! Sorry 'bout that,' the spiral says. He lets go of Argus' throat but doesn't budge an inch otherwise. When Argus stares up at him, he continues a little apologetically, 'You were chasing Kidd.'
At the same time, a voice on his left as rough as gravel, says, 'You were chasing Kidd.'
And another voice, this time to his right: 'Which begs the question: why were you chasing them?'
Before Argus can try to twist around, three more heads enter his field of view. Not for the first time in his life, he thanks the Lightweaver for giving him this many eyes. A guardian on his right, an imperial on his left, and the last, the wildclaw he was chasing earlier, right above him.
'My book. You... Kidd took it and I-I want it back.'
The four of them exchange glances with the other. The guardian looks at the spiral. 'Bille.' The spiral clambers quickly off of Argus, who is on his feet at once, slowly backing away and sizing the four of them up.
The wildclaw is still holding his satchel. Briefly, Argus wonders if he can snatch it back and be off before any of them can catch him. The thought is squashed when he looks up at the guardian and the imperial, the latter larger by far than any imperial he's ever seen.
The guardian speaks up: 'Your satchel?'
'Yes.'
'Why?' Groaning, the guardian directs the question at the wildclaw, who stares back defiantly. 'We're supposed to lie low for another week, Kidd. He doesn't look--' He gestures at Argus-- 'even remotely rich.'
Indignant, Argus opens his mouth but thinks the better of it and shuts up. The other two dragons, the imperial and the spiral, watch the exchange.
In reply, the wildclaw drops the satchel (Argus winces) and starts rapidly signing with their claws at the guardian, who blinks but nods in understanding after a while. 'Uh huh. Okay. So he doesn't know? And he-- okay. Alright. Fine.'
By now, Argus is sufficiently confused and irritated enough to speak up again. 'Look,' he begins, 'I don't know what's going on but I have no idea who you are--'
'I'm Bille, he's Lurk and that's Wyatt.' The spiral pipes up, tips his hat in greeting, then points at the guardian and the imperial as he rattles the names off. He gestures at the wildclaw. 'You already know Kidd.'
'Right.' Argus says hotly. 'I just want my satchel back. That's all. I have no treasure and I'm just an archaeologist. I'll leave you alone, just give it back.' He shoots a pointed glare at the wildclaw.
Kidd ignores him and growls softly towards the guardian, Lurk, who nods again distractedly. Frustrated, they reach for Argus's bag, and, just as Argus shouts a 'hey!' of protest, pull the tome from his bag. Lurk, Bille and Wyatt's eyes go wide. Argus' hopes fall.
Great. Now there's no chance he'll get it back. All four of them will probably take everything he has and leave him to starve in the Wasteland, and he'll have to return home empty-handed.
Argus is so busy mourning the loss of his find that when his satchel lands with a thump at his feet, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He picks it up, disbelieving, and sighs with relief when the he feels the familiar weight and shape of the tome in it.
Why... He looks up, the question on his tongue, but Lurk answers before he can ask.
'You got this from the dig site. Don't you know why they abandoned it?'
Mouth agape, Argus racks his brain and shakes his head.
Bille interrupts this time: 'We don't know either, but we were camping here a few weeks ago and heard screaming, strange noises coming from the campsite pretty late at night.' He starts to fiddle with the collar of his coat. 'There were these bright flashes of light and then... nothing. Those scientists went home real quick in the morning. Kidd's been the only one brave enough to get close, but they won't tell us what they've found and they don't stay for long.'
Argus gulps. He's heard of incidents like these, archaeologists getting in way over their head and disregarding threats and warnings of curses. Suddenly, the weight in his satchel feels a lot heavier than it did before.
Lurk seems to have noticed his concern. 'At least you know. Kidd only meant to warn you, I think. Best to erect a ward around it.'
Right. A ward. Argus can do that easily. 'Thank you, I suppose.' He flushes, slightly embarrassed.
Kidd nods sagely at him, then turns and leaves. Bille and Lurk follow, the former waving cheerily while the latter bids him a solemn goodbye. Till the only one left is Wyatt, the imperial, who's spoken only once since they met.
Argus shoots what he hopes is a friendly look at him. Wyatt stares back stonily, then says slowly and clearly in that same rough voice that now sends a shiver down Argus' spine, 'Don't. Come. Back.' He leaves without a second glance.
Two days later, when Argus is well out of the Plaguebringer's domain and he can now remember the incident without paralysing fear, two things happen: 1. He runs out of water, and 2. The tome grows white-feathered working wings.
A tropical flower native to the Viridian Labyrinth. This particular genus changes color depending on its proximity to bodies of water.
950
Stag Figurine
Trinkets
A charm given to travellers in hopes of a swift journey.
47
There had been two reasons Argus had immediately started to head into the direction of Nature: 1. Plenty of water & 2. It was the opposite of Plague.
So they said.
It really wasn't.
He had run out of water earlier than he thought and finding one of the many streams of the Gladeveins took longer than he thought in a region that was indeed called the Viridian Labyrinth for a good reason, as he had found out.
He was lost within less than half an hour of walking into the forest and even though he heard it, he heard water trickling down somewhere in the distance all the time, he could not find a stream. Heard the promising trickling from another direction some minutes later, and yet another one when he thought he must have almost reached it.
One would think, with so many eyes it should be easier...
His head hurt.
The air was so humid, but his throat was so dry...
At least he wasn't under the harsh sun, he tried to sooth himself, it was hot but at least the treetops shielded him.
It had gotten almost dark around him.
With a weak arm he reached out to claw through another few vines crossing his path, tired from having to tear more & more of them as he proceeded.
Argus was so fixed on the sound of rippling water, it took long for him to notice how silent everything else had become around him.
No chirping, no buzzing, no fluttering, no small animals chasing each other playfully through the undergrowth.
Though, something began to rustle, just like those - and that was the moment, Argus noticed how silent it had become before.
And how quick the rustling turned into the sounds of breaking branches and trampling into the ground whatever else there was.
This time his eyes helped Argus in finding the source of the oncoming noises - he didn't have to turn around to see the Goldenbeast approaching with a faster speed than he wished for, but, not faster than his heartbeat probably.
Argus was already running before he knew, not sure when he started but oh so glad his body had acted without the help of his braincells.
He was gasping for air within seconds, dried out and tired, but his claws managed to slice their way through the jungle flora somehow, anyway. Luckily.
And then, suddenly, he leapt over a stream - and almost he felt like stopping. He slowed down for just a second, looking at the clear, fresh water in frustration & panicking the next, because he had allowed the roaring beast to close the distance by a good bit with his mindlessness. Stumbling as he tried to gain speed again, panting, he felt like passing out.
Something else was approaching from the front. Before he could dodge, a Guardian hauled himself over Argus.
It was the last thing he saw before, still running though the steps were slowing down, he passed out and fell.
~*~
When he woke first thing he noticed was all the friendly sounds of the forest were back. And other dragon's voices in the distance. And ... water.
Despite feeling heavy and not yet fully awake he got to his legs with some difficulties - and was pushed back down by a heavy claw.
"Naveen's bringing water. Don't pass out again right away, kid." Kidd... "Ugh... I'm not...", Argus mumbled in reply, but immediately trailing off, giving in and staying down, blinking.
The Guardian looked intimidating. It were less his scars and armor, way more so the harsh look and stern voice, not matching his words.
"Who are you?"
"Smoky."
Argus had to hold back a chuckle. Not so intimidating anymore...
He wasn't hurt & after drinking and eating something, he soon was up and well again.
He stayed in the clan who was introduced to him by the name of Vertere for the day & got to know several of the members, but soon learned that there was nothing interesting to excavate around here - they knew, because they had built a cave system beneath their territory.
They recommended him to go to Earth for that. It was close, and surely a place with way better conditions for that kind of interest.
"I've seen so much of Sornieth lately", he said during a chat with Smoky, who had turned out to be quite nice beneath his grumpiness and somehow distant demeanor. "Maybe someday, I'll become a cartographer!"
"If you do, pass us a visit. We could use one", Smoky said, then added: "But be trained better."
He also had offered to do that before - train him - and while he probably could use it and appreciated the offer, Argus wanted to continue his journey soon.
And when he did, the clan's founders, Naveen, the mute Fae who had given him water and food, and Veris, another Guardian passed him two items.
"If you're sure you don't want an escort ... take these."
Gifts from his daughters, he explained - one common, a gift of their clan that was given to those leaving them without their help, but not without their best wishes, crafted by Madani.
And the other one a native flower collected by Faridat, that they thought could help him well.
He felt a bit embarrassed upon their explanation of the flower, which changed color when nearing water - still not sure how he could have missed the Gladeveins' many streams - but also grateful for their thoughtful presents.
"We hope those will help you get safely to your next destination."
Adepts and acolytes who serve in the upper echelons of the Light flight don these contrasting robes to set them apart from their subordinates. (Brightshine Jubilee Holiday Item 2019)
0
Argus was reluctant to head away from the lush greenery of his current location to a place considerably more dusty, but he went anyway. Having made his way across the sizable river that separated the Viridian Labyrinth and Dragonhome, he found himself in the midst of what could only be described as controlled chaos.
Before him was a sprawling market boasting hundreds of stalls, flags, and merchants, a stark contrast to many of the barren wastelands he'd come to know during his journey. There was a certain infectious excitement in the air, drawing him into the crowd of dragons, all looking for the next knick knack to proudly call their own.
His wandering through the stalls became aimless as the shock of transitioning from scarcity to the picture of abundance finally wore off. A beautiful blue silk unlike anything Argus had ever seen before found its way into his claws, leaving him wondering how such materials could be created in this land of nothingness. Such thoughts persisted until a laugh cut them short,
"Oh, dear, that is absolutely not your color. You poor thing, just what were you thinking picking out something like that? A blue that bright would clash with your-"
The Skydancer stopped speaking then, seeming to notice that his 'eyes' were quite a bit different, and quite a bit more plentiful, than the average dragon's. Her gaze might have made Argus self conscious, were it not for the slow smile that spread across her face. Torrent had been making dragons their most beautiful for years! She was never one to back down from a challenge.
"Well that's certainly a feature isn't it?" She paused to chuckle lightly, "Don't you worry my dearest. To put it lightly, I've seen worse. No amount of eyes could top that one Mirror that blew in from the Wyrmwound during one of my first years as a part of the market. I swear on my life that barbarian smelt worse than the Shade itself!"
Argus was whisked away into a tent covered wall to wall in sample silks as the Skydancer continued her gossip about anything and everything that came to mind. The poor Wildclaw barely had the time to fit in his own introduction before she was off again about the next story she swore he wouldn't believe. In truth, it mattered very little who he was in that moment. He was here, he was semi-willing, and by the Eleven he'd be gorgeous by the time Torrent was finished with him.
Despite her less than professional business conduct, Torrent was very obviously skilled with her silks. His impromptu consultation consisted of a quick measurement here, another there, a question about color preference, another question about texture, a clip on one shoulder, a request to hold something in place, and quite a few orders to quit wiggling around. Soon enough, the amalgamation of cloth and fabric was whisked off of his shoulders and onto a stitching table. The talkative Skydancer fell dead silent as the most important step in the process of creation took place. The silence didn't last for long as Torrent asked him to close his eyes -yes, all of them- while she got the garment ready for presentation.
"Aaaand there! Go ahead, take a look!"
Before him was a black cape accented with gold and flowing yellow silk so fragile that it seemed to break off at the ends. In the places where the sunlight hit the gold accents just right, the color matched his eyes perfectly. Argus stared in shock at the piece, tailored to him, but much fancier than anything he had worn on his journey up until now. Almost as if she read his mind, Torrent continued,
"Now, I know it's a stripe above what you travelers usually wear, but give it some time to grow on you. And if you decide against showing off on the road, maybe when you're a famous cartographer you'll wear it to one of those high class academic conventions and tell every single dragon there how well Torrent took care of you! Jokes aside, at least wear it once more for your mother; mamas love seeing their hatchlings all dressed up!"
With a flourish of silk and measuring tape, Argus was ushered out of the tent and back into the market streets, left to continue his adventure while Torrent was left to pick her next victim.
An ancient tablet preserved in almost perfect condition. This can be traded at the Festive Favors shop during the Brightshine Jubilee.
0
"More than I ever expected to locate. Can't wait to trade them."
Verdy had advised Argus to set aside his beautiful silks before joining him on the latest dig down in the bottom of the lair, worried that they would catch and be shredded. His own sky blue scarf had long since been stained and ruined; it'd be a pity to see Argus' treasure spoiled too. And so they went down, Verdy in his rags and protective scales and Argus with his many eyes covered over in protective wraps.
There they toiled with picks, shovels, and small doses of gunpowder, breaking down the walls of one cavern to help open it into another, all according to the clan architect's wishes. It wasn't exactly the kind of dig Argus had expected to join in on, but then, Split Heartwood's main archaeologist had left some months earlier after receiving a teaching position. The joy of sharing his knowledge of ancient Breach history had outweighed his connection to his clan, and they were eager to see him get what he'd worked for over several years. This was all they could offer the visiting Wildclaw.
Or so they thought.
Verdy hissed into his forearm as a chunk of cavern wall fell away with a heavy thump and a dense cloud of grit and dirt; Argus ducked his head under one wing and coughed, grateful for the coverings he'd been given. Once the air cleared, however, both were astonished to find that the hollow behind the wall had not been a natural one!
The braziers on either side of the hole were long dead, filled with clots of dust, thick ash, and cobweb; and having used the wood they had brought with them to shore up the walls, they had nothing to spare to relight them. Fortunately, their oil lanterns were another matter altogether, and the bottle of fuel still quite full at that. Some fumbling with a match and one hiss at burnt claws later, they raised their lights and peered in awe at their find.
This cavern, it seemed, had been the records room for a snapper clan of old--some five hundred years at least, judging by the style of the bindings and the lettering on the books. Hand-painted family trees sprawled across the back wall, and a monstrous table with equally large chairs filled a full third of the room all by themselves.
But that wasn't the best part. No, the best part was the obvious truth behind the discovery: Clans kept their records where their lairs were. That meant somewhere around here was a door, and that door would take them to even more rooms.
The architect was going to collapse with joy when they told her.
--- A sketch of this awesome dragon (Humanized. Sorry about the relative lack of content, starting to get burnt out. Also probably not my best art, sorry.) ---
A low damage scratching attack that generates some Breath.
25
Required Level: 1
Shred
Ability Stone
A medium damage melee attack. The target takes damage from bleeding for a short time.
250
Required Level: 1
Dusty Highnoon Brimmer
Apparel
This dusty brown hat is perfect for the rough-and-tumble and tumbleweeds alike.
1275
Veteran's Shoulder Scars
Apparel
A close call, and a reminder that only the strong survive. This dragon is a veteran of many battles and has the scars to prove it.
4000
Sunrise Hibiscus
Apparel
A tropical flower native to the Viridian Labyrinth. This particular genus changes color depending on its proximity to bodies of water.
950
Dusty Highnoon Vest
Apparel
This dusty vest has never been properly washed. It has a rustic charm... and stench.
1000
Map Kit
Apparel
Map your many adventures, and fly where the winds take you! (Mistral Jamboree Holiday Item 2018.)
0
Cartographer
Apparel
Mapping Sornieth one shard at a time.
1500
Miniature Sornieth Globe
Familiar
A miniaturized globe of Sornieth hovering over a polished brass base. Animated clouds move across its intricate surface as it rotates. (Bounty of the Elements Gift - 2018)
0
Scene: Cartographer's Office
Scene
Scenes are colorful backdrops that can be equipped to a dragon to further customize their individual profile.
5000
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