Omisha: The spirit of birth and death



Born of Fire and Flame, Banescale must rise!
Flamecaller’s Children, take now to the skies!

When the Flame calls, we know what we must do:
Fly far and fly wide, we take and consume!

Deep into the ice with magma we claimed,
To take from the Ice God in Her Great Name.

The Children of Ice, unworthy and frail,
In the face of our might surely would fail.

Our pride was our fall, our ego our shame,
As Ice overtook our Fire and Flame.

We Banescale were one, our Flame shared one space;
Our future did lie within one embrace.

Arrogant! Foolish! We prideful banescale!
Our future, our Flame, we grieve and we wail!

Our Flame’s lost to Ice and frozen in time.
We sing you this song now as we all die.

If you should fly free, remember our song:
Fly far and fly wide to see the next dawn!

Born in Fire and Flame, Banescale now rise!
Flamecaller’s Children must take to the skies!
If you should fly free, remember our song:
Fly far and fly wide to see the next dawn!
Learn from our failure and join with the world,
Our future, our Flame, flies with you unfurled!



"The songs of my elders still ring in my mind...I don't know how, but we could still hear them as we hatched as clear as day even though they were nothing but shells and bones covered in melting ice as the lava which birthed us overtook their corpses...I will never forgive the ice dwellers who caused this pain, who ended pir lives. I will search for all the puzzle pieces of my history Me and my former clanmates may have been reborn from our eternal slumber, but rebirth does not change the past...or our rage...
I will forge a new song and I will not stop until the descendants of all those who slaughtered my elders, my species, m-my...parents...parents whom I'll never get to meet or be loved by-
I'LL MAKE THEM ALL PAY AND LET THEIR CORPSES ROT, BONES BURN TO DUST, AND BE CONSUMED IN A FORGED FIREY TOMB!!!"

The young hatchlings mind filled with knowledge and thoughts raced through her mind as she burst from her reignited tomb with her other brethren. A hatchling her age wouldn't be able to comprehend the thoughts flashing through her mind as the songs of battle and love and history flashed through her mind like a volcanic explosion, in which she believes the only explanation was from what little magic remained of her ancestors resparking as the magic magma fused with various elemental essences entered the forgotten chamber.
Her eyes that should have been fueled with fire were instead flowing with light which shone like the sun, and she new she was not the same as her ancestors were, but that did not change the rage and sorrow that came crashing upon them all one by one as they all remembered and bore witness to the tombs that sealed their elders and ancestors fates.

The young hatchling, along with the rest of the surviving hatchlings of her kind, escaped through the vents and hesitated. After giving respects to the ruins of the elders former lair and nursery, and saying farewells and told plans to each other, they flew off in pairs so not one of them would be alone. A promise would keep them together, although separated, the ruins would always be a safe place they could come back too and regroup if necessary. However, for now they all migrate across Sornieth in search of new homes, some temporary, and few permanently.

The hatchling and her partner, a male who hatched right next to her, flew together towards shadow territory and didn't stop until they were both too exhausted to keep going, and conveniently landed just on the edge of Hystur Clan territory where they were discovered and taken in. The hatchlings fury still burns in her heart, but as she grows and learns more than what the magic gave her, she may change her mind for her plans of ice dweller annihilation, or at least maybe tweak them if anything, but only time will tell...

Derg Lore Fact: I plan on giving her primal or glowing, but for lore purposes she'll be able to cry tears of molten gold/lava

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