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Iris

(#64855219)

The Lorekeeper

Goldie

Crystal Carrier

Energy: 50/50

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Length

3.49 m

Wingspan

4.18 m

Weight

360.75 kg

Genetics

Moon
Piebald

Wine
Butterfly

Maize
Underbelly

Hatchday

Nov 01, 2020
(3 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

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I R I S-

- - - - - - L O R E K E E P E R

Kind / Ethereal / Charismatic

Mate: Dahlia

The Lorekeeper is a slender, delicately built white skydancer. Just as Andromeda had said, she was near the central fire of the Nursery clearing, orange firelight dancing across her and the nestlings as she spoke. Nymeria pauses at the edge of the clearing, watching for a moment before settling down in the shadows a little ways away to wait.

"No matter the destruction, there is always a chance of rebirth. In the time before the Arcanist's awakening, concentrated energies rained across the shattered landscape, seeping into the charred remains of life and industry." As the Lorekeeper spoke, she used her claws to cast shadow figures on the light cloth stretched on a frame behind her. A cluster of nestlings sat or lay on the soft moss around her feet, enraptured by the story she was telling.

"Arcane particles sank deep into the crust, enriching the roots of trees and plants that had been sapped of their life during the blast. Currents of energy coursed up trunks and into the cells of branches. Reactions sparked beneath the surface sending waves of magic through stalks of grass, clusters of bushes, and monumental redwoods. Ethereal flowers erupted from cracks and crevices, and each green cluster grew larger and more robustly than the last. Nature had capitalized on the fallout, taking control of the energies to repair itself.

"The rampant regrowth began to take on the guise of a colossal figure. Tree branches and leaves strained and twisted together into four thick, bark-covered stumps. A leafy canopy connected the four towers, until the burgeoning garden had materialized into a distinguishable silhouette. There was no mistaking what had been created: a wyrm of boundless potential, birthed from the leaves and the grass and the moss. The Gladekeeper had grown out of the ashes."

The tale was familiar to Nymeria having heard it many times as they grew up, but they still found themselves drawn in by the tale, watching with the same fascination as the nestlings as shadow figures danced across the cloth, coming together to form one great dragon.

"A harrowing moan rocked the realm. Startled, the Gladekeeper relaxed her jaw, releasing the Plaguebringer's neck. The defiling wyrm tumbled down a ravine, scrambling to right herself. Poised to lunge back into the fray, she froze in her tracks when another deafening groan shuddered over the canyon. The two sisters were silenced as they both raised their heads and witnessed the bleak canopy spreading out above them.

"In the far distance, a beacon of radiating pink light pulsed in the clouds, illuminating the mighty Pillar on the horizon. Crackling bolts of thunder surrounded its summit, and each passing moment resulted in more disappearing stars. It was as if a mighty being was blowing out a billion candles.

"Terrified at what this could mean, the adversaries fled in opposite directions, determined to preserve themselves."

The little dragons listened quietly, eyes wide, as Iris told the rest of the tale, how the Arcanist brought the Shade back to the world, breaking the barrier and the Pillar in the process. She told of how the Old Gods emerged from the pillar once more, spreading out across the Sornieth and creating the first dragons and clans.

"We still fight the Shade to this day, every day dragons leave their home clans to serve under the banner of their deity, keeping the rest of us safe from harm." Iris finished. Two dragons, a small tundra and a fae, emerged from a nearby den to gather the nestlings, ushering them to their nests to sleep.

As the small group moved away from the fire, Nymeria stood and stretched, shaking off the chill of the autumn night that had settled on them while they listened.

"Hello!" The tundra called as they approached the other dragon. "You must be the Lorekeeper? I'm Nymeria, Andromeda said you could tell me more about the history of the clan?"

Iris turned at the call, looking the strange dragon over. "Hello, I am the Lorekeeper, yes. My name is Iris, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Nymeria pushed back their hood, looking up at the other dragon with wide, curious blue eyes. Their white markings stood out even clearer in the dark, and the rest of their body glinted like crystal in the flickering light of the fire nearby. Iris stared at them for a long moment, intrigued by this strange dragon before speaking again.

"I would be happy to share our stories with you, come back in the morning and I will share the beginning."

Text in italics is from the official Flight Rising lore, which can be found here. This section of text is from Chapter 3: The Third Age

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