LuckyHarbor
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I may fit the story, but I'm up to no good.
Fletcher
Ultramel Amphithere
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.96 m
Wingspan
3.51 m
Weight
347.24 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Cherub
Cherub
Garnet
Seraph
Seraph
Cherry
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Max Level
STR
103
AGI
8
DEF
24
QCK
64
INT
5
VIT
57
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Nils
- Winifred
- Bok
- Pembroke
- Ruto
- Norkul
- Frisk
- Dalia
- Nem
- Joshua
- Geiger
- Sunniva
- Marquis
- Chaos
- Alicia
- Noah
- Bore
- Umbri
- Gigi
- Suncoil
- Graham
- Myran
- Brisha
- Maela
- Norven
- Morwenna
- Tequila
- Bravo
- Sergeant
- Arber
- Gadget
- Cardamom
- Baxil
- Agent
- Voipina
- Almaric
- Ronda
- Autumnmagic
- Earthfall
- Daenero
- Aghavni
- Bran
- Ailron
- Marsh
- Bianca
- Norkul
- Summerwrought
- Lexis
- Caramel
- Jezebel
- Igus
- Strongwing
Biography
Dragon lore inspired from CrowDazzle, who originally owned this dragon. Thank you again for passing her onto me. c: (Original lore is still archived safely, just hidden for Thematic Reasons!
Reference: Esoteric Explorerers
Pair with Piper for Golem Workshop, and Phosphor for Forbidden Portal.
OwO Solilojay was here
OwO Solilojay was here
“- first. They get hungry.”
“So this... wasn’t a subtle way of hinting you were going to kill me and feed me to your snakes?”
“What? No. Don’t be ridiculous. First off, you’re way too big, you’d choke them. And cutting you into small enough pieces would make one hell of a mess.”
“... how... reassuring.”
“Secondly, if I wanted you to think I was going to feed you to my snakes, I’d just tell you I was going to feed you to my snakes. Or, better yet, I’d just skip all this preamble and do it. You’re fine.”
“... I’m... glad?”
“... Ugh. Dear Plaguebringer, this is going all wrong.”
“I’m not sure what’s happening, but I agree. Whatever we’re going for here can’t be going right.”
“‘ey, quiet with the sass. Give me a second.”
“O-of course.”
“... ugh... okay, listen. Astoria. Something’s wrong, right?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“With you. Don’t deny it. It’s obvious.”
“I-I don’t... I’m perfectly healthy, thank you very much. And I’d thank you not to pry into my personal life.”
“Yeah, maybe you are. Maybe I’m entirely wrong, and just projecting. But let’s just say you ring a bell. What I wanted to ask you was if you wanted to learn how to fight.”
"I can fight."
"Then come with me. Prove it."
OwO Solilojay was here
"Here’s what I know about Harbor.
My eyes still hurt from her flinging sand in them, first off. She fights dirty, shamelessly so, dancing about like a viper. If it was a real fight, she would have bled me to death by a thousand cuts. As it is now, I think I have a thousand splinters and bruises from her training blade instead.
I’m still fairly sure this is meant to be some kind of threat, but she offered to give me lessons after our... I was going to say ‘match’, but that feels overly generous to me. I was too afraid to say no, and, well... clearly I’m rustier than I thought. We’re the same species, and she’s an utter force of nature. I suppose if anyone was to teach me, she’d be a good candidate.
I pray to the Stormcatcher for my continued survival.
End report."
OwO Solilojay was here
(The sound of scuffling is heard as the recording picks up.)
“Ha! I knew you had a cunning streak in there. Caught me off guard. Good job.”
“You’re alright?”
“Only bruised my pride. Nice hit.”
“I, ah... thank you.”
“Damn, is that the first time I’ve seen a smile out of stuffy Astoria? Just took stabbing me. You’re gonna hurt my feelings.”
“You were not stabbed.”
“Impaled. Betrayed.”
“... it’s made of wood.”
“Murdered by my own apprentice.”
“...”
“Wait a minute. I know that look. That’s the deep-in-internal-pouting look.”
“I don’t pout-!”
“It’s okay, Astoria, even I pout sometimes. I can keep a secret.”
“... It’s... honestly nothing.”
“... you’re not a very good liar, y’know. But I’ll let it slide.”
“Ah, I’m- I’m sorry. I just, don’t usually talk about myself too much.”
“So... now that you nicked me, you want to fix that?”
“... I... do think I owe you that, yes. Well- my name is Astoria. I’ve been collecting stories from everyone in Clan Lucerna as part of my study on Archivomancy – it’s an unknown form of magic I’ve been theorizing about. I suppose you could think of it as... the magic innate to stories, and the telling of them.”
“Ah. Alright, I get it now.”
“You do?”
“Why you’re so nosy.”
“... I... want to rebuke that, but, fine, you win. I’m nosy.”
“You’re not getting anything out of me, though. You know that?”
“Oh. ... no, no, I’ve known that for a while. I won’t say I wasn’t curious or disappointed, but I won’t infringe on your privacy. I wasn’t taking lessons trying to get a story out of you. I was just... well. At first I was a bit afraid to say no? But then I got invested in our lessons, and... now we’re here.”
“Ha. Alright, I believe you. Just wanted to set that ground rule. You owe me a couple dozen splinters, and you’re not going to chicken out before you settle the score, right?”
“Oh, gods, no. I’m going to annihilate you someday.”
“Finally, some attitude! I’ll tell you what, though, storyteller. I’ll give you a cliffhanger to sate your curiosity.”
“Oh?”
“One day, I’m going to save my sisters.”
“... you had to know that would only make me more curious.”
“I sure did. Remember what I said about staying focused in combat? Call this a practical lesson. On your guard!”
“Ack-!”
OwO Solilojay was here
“Here’s what I know about Harbor.
She’s crafty and sharp, with the quick wit of a viper and the venom to match. They found her half-dead in the wastes of the Plaguelands, where she nevertheless managed to defeat the scout patrol handily. She was offered shelter in Clan Lucerna, where she’s rarely seen aside from the training grounds. She’s secretive, but then, I suppose, that is her right, as disappointing as it may be to a curious storyteller.
I thought her terrifying – and rest assured, she is – but upon looking closer, there’s a deep-running fire inside her. She yearns to do all such things fires do. To destroy, to sunder false monuments as ash in the wind – but a fire is not a singleminded tool of destruction. She nurtures her snakes, cautiously beginning to give them names again. No one else is allowed to know the names of her slithery companions, but I can’t help but believe, for her, it’s a slow step forward from wherever she may have came from.
And those in Clan Lucerna who, for whatever reason, strike her as wilted or cowed, she invites them to share in her fire. She bids them to spar with her. She’s not one for weeping emotional confessions, but in her own way, I think she’s trying to help. To firmly press a blade into one’s hands, teach them that they aren’t powerless, to break through the lies they’ve made themselves believe.
... I’m still mildly insulted she counted me among their number, but, regardless, I suppose the sentiment was... kind. And I won’t deny, I needed a crash course on battling. I suppose it all worked out in the end.
Besides – I’m not allowing myself to quit until I get at least as many hits on her as she got on me. I suspect it will take me quite a while to catch up.
End report. This is Astoria, signing off.”
Reference: Esoteric Explorerers
Pair with Piper for Golem Workshop, and Phosphor for Forbidden Portal.
ooo spooky you'll never see me
Lucky Harbor
the earth is filled with green / but will soon be filled with blood
the earth is filled with green / but will soon be filled with blood
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Plague is infamous for many things, none of them pretty. But that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? To me, it’s an omen of hope, you see. It says “you can survive this”. With blood and change and all such things, but to find an upright Plague stone in a reading... I think it’s quite a hopeful thing, indeed. But I would be doing the rune a disservice to forget its destructive side. You can survive if you can adapt; and pay the toll. Reversed, it tells you that you are giving up, losing your will to fight. |
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Report 6A
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“Here’s all I know about her. She’s secretive and suspicious. Some scout found her half-dead in the desert, which didn’t stop her from almost cutting their throat out. She was offered haven in Clan Lucerna, and no one knows her history – how she winded up on death’s door out there, bloodied and triumphant, with a gleaming ember in her eyes. You think I’m going to be the one to ask her more? I prefer not being snake food, thank you. Do I... strictly need to say more about Lucky Harbor? I’ve half a mind to think she’d flay me for it, if she were to find out. Hmph. The boss would love that, wouldn’t he. “Ah, yes, I’ll send my valued employee to gossip about the dragon coloured suspiciously like blood. Oh, and she’s circled by about 10 venomous snakes at all times? Even better!” Useless old codger, sending me out to do his dirty work. ... valued employee, ha. Wonderful joke. If I didn’t already know I was cannon fodder through and through, this assignment’s thoroughly proved it. Let’s just... excise this bit from the recording and start ov-” "Hello?" “... oh, damn it. Er. Hello, Lucky Harbor!” "Harbor’s fine. Walk with me, Astoria. We’ve got some things to talk about." (There is a shuffling noise, and the recording cuts.) |
Report 6B
(The recording cuts back in.)
“- first. They get hungry.”
“So this... wasn’t a subtle way of hinting you were going to kill me and feed me to your snakes?”
“What? No. Don’t be ridiculous. First off, you’re way too big, you’d choke them. And cutting you into small enough pieces would make one hell of a mess.”
“... how... reassuring.”
“Secondly, if I wanted you to think I was going to feed you to my snakes, I’d just tell you I was going to feed you to my snakes. Or, better yet, I’d just skip all this preamble and do it. You’re fine.”
“... I’m... glad?”
“... Ugh. Dear Plaguebringer, this is going all wrong.”
“I’m not sure what’s happening, but I agree. Whatever we’re going for here can’t be going right.”
“‘ey, quiet with the sass. Give me a second.”
“O-of course.”
“... ugh... okay, listen. Astoria. Something’s wrong, right?”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“With you. Don’t deny it. It’s obvious.”
“I-I don’t... I’m perfectly healthy, thank you very much. And I’d thank you not to pry into my personal life.”
“Yeah, maybe you are. Maybe I’m entirely wrong, and just projecting. But let’s just say you ring a bell. What I wanted to ask you was if you wanted to learn how to fight.”
"I can fight."
"Then come with me. Prove it."
Report 6C
"Here’s what I know about Harbor.
My eyes still hurt from her flinging sand in them, first off. She fights dirty, shamelessly so, dancing about like a viper. If it was a real fight, she would have bled me to death by a thousand cuts. As it is now, I think I have a thousand splinters and bruises from her training blade instead.
I’m still fairly sure this is meant to be some kind of threat, but she offered to give me lessons after our... I was going to say ‘match’, but that feels overly generous to me. I was too afraid to say no, and, well... clearly I’m rustier than I thought. We’re the same species, and she’s an utter force of nature. I suppose if anyone was to teach me, she’d be a good candidate.
I pray to the Stormcatcher for my continued survival.
End report."
Report 6D
(The sound of scuffling is heard as the recording picks up.)
“Ha! I knew you had a cunning streak in there. Caught me off guard. Good job.”
“You’re alright?”
“Only bruised my pride. Nice hit.”
“I, ah... thank you.”
“Damn, is that the first time I’ve seen a smile out of stuffy Astoria? Just took stabbing me. You’re gonna hurt my feelings.”
“You were not stabbed.”
“Impaled. Betrayed.”
“... it’s made of wood.”
“Murdered by my own apprentice.”
“...”
“Wait a minute. I know that look. That’s the deep-in-internal-pouting look.”
“I don’t pout-!”
“It’s okay, Astoria, even I pout sometimes. I can keep a secret.”
“... It’s... honestly nothing.”
“... you’re not a very good liar, y’know. But I’ll let it slide.”
“Ah, I’m- I’m sorry. I just, don’t usually talk about myself too much.”
“So... now that you nicked me, you want to fix that?”
“... I... do think I owe you that, yes. Well- my name is Astoria. I’ve been collecting stories from everyone in Clan Lucerna as part of my study on Archivomancy – it’s an unknown form of magic I’ve been theorizing about. I suppose you could think of it as... the magic innate to stories, and the telling of them.”
“Ah. Alright, I get it now.”
“You do?”
“Why you’re so nosy.”
“... I... want to rebuke that, but, fine, you win. I’m nosy.”
“You’re not getting anything out of me, though. You know that?”
“Oh. ... no, no, I’ve known that for a while. I won’t say I wasn’t curious or disappointed, but I won’t infringe on your privacy. I wasn’t taking lessons trying to get a story out of you. I was just... well. At first I was a bit afraid to say no? But then I got invested in our lessons, and... now we’re here.”
“Ha. Alright, I believe you. Just wanted to set that ground rule. You owe me a couple dozen splinters, and you’re not going to chicken out before you settle the score, right?”
“Oh, gods, no. I’m going to annihilate you someday.”
“Finally, some attitude! I’ll tell you what, though, storyteller. I’ll give you a cliffhanger to sate your curiosity.”
“Oh?”
“One day, I’m going to save my sisters.”
“... you had to know that would only make me more curious.”
“I sure did. Remember what I said about staying focused in combat? Call this a practical lesson. On your guard!”
“Ack-!”
Report 6E
“Here’s what I know about Harbor.
She’s crafty and sharp, with the quick wit of a viper and the venom to match. They found her half-dead in the wastes of the Plaguelands, where she nevertheless managed to defeat the scout patrol handily. She was offered shelter in Clan Lucerna, where she’s rarely seen aside from the training grounds. She’s secretive, but then, I suppose, that is her right, as disappointing as it may be to a curious storyteller.
I thought her terrifying – and rest assured, she is – but upon looking closer, there’s a deep-running fire inside her. She yearns to do all such things fires do. To destroy, to sunder false monuments as ash in the wind – but a fire is not a singleminded tool of destruction. She nurtures her snakes, cautiously beginning to give them names again. No one else is allowed to know the names of her slithery companions, but I can’t help but believe, for her, it’s a slow step forward from wherever she may have came from.
And those in Clan Lucerna who, for whatever reason, strike her as wilted or cowed, she invites them to share in her fire. She bids them to spar with her. She’s not one for weeping emotional confessions, but in her own way, I think she’s trying to help. To firmly press a blade into one’s hands, teach them that they aren’t powerless, to break through the lies they’ve made themselves believe.
... I’m still mildly insulted she counted me among their number, but, regardless, I suppose the sentiment was... kind. And I won’t deny, I needed a crash course on battling. I suppose it all worked out in the end.
Besides – I’m not allowing myself to quit until I get at least as many hits on her as she got on me. I suspect it will take me quite a while to catch up.
End report. This is Astoria, signing off.”
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