Hael

Display Plumes Organics A scarlet trail in the sky intimidates and impresses, if you're into that sort of thing. 20

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Rhodochrosite Minerals & Ores This vibrant mineral is commonly mined from hydrothermal vents off the coast of the Starfall Isles. It acts a catalyst for creating arcane metalwork. 45

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Apatite Minerals & Ores Apatite occasionally carries extremely rare metals. Extracting them from this mineral can be exhausting, and inhaling the residual dust from this process is known to cause insatiable hunger pangs. 45

Microcline Minerals & Ores The vivid teal color makes this a popular choice for rock garden accents. 85

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Orthoclase Minerals & Ores A gem in the rough. Also the rough in the rough. Minerals are tricky. 85

Ashen Lightning Glass Minerals & Ores When lightning hits sand, the result is a new trinket. (Special thanks to brain4puzzles!) 83

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Fulgurite Minerals & Ores Created when lightning hits sand, these glassy structures can be used by scholars to track ancient weather patterns. (Special thanks to notronbro!) 83

Labradorite Minerals & Ores This mineral provides an iridescent display of reflected light. 120

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Banded Sardonyx Minerals & Ores The red and black banding in this specimen make for a fine addition to any dragon's hoard. 120

Dragonhome | Parched Canyonwalks The westerly regions hold a well-hidden secret. Go to The Cairns

Ashfall Waste | Great Furnace Of stone shelves and weary bridges. Go to The Volcano

Scarred Wasteland | Hellwell Undercroft The Wasteland provides. The Wasteland claims. Go to The Lost

Southern Icefield | Frozen Sanctum A king without a kingdom. Go to The Palace

Shifting Expanse | Charged Barrens Don't wander too far, lest you never escape the caves. Go to The Tunnels

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Malleable Graybricks Dragonmade Useless for any sort of structure, these soft bricks can be molded and fired into pottery. 33 toyhouse helekin

Curious Paintbrush Dragonmade The pinion in this brush seems to release paint and ink intermittently, resulting in a line that shrinks and grows without intent; the curious part is that artists continue to use them at all! 53 art fight helekin

Fascinator Trinkets How asymmetrical! 53 tumblr helekin

Golden Key Dragonmade A golden key fills a wind-up pocketmouse with energy! 50 ao3 helekin

Volt Wiring Dragonmade Every one of these wires has been gnawed. 53 discord helekin

Iron Wrench Dragonmade Forged in the breath of the Flamecaller, or so you like to tell your clanmates. 51 neocities helekin

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The forest was a lost cause, Hael decided- it was serving her intended purpose of slowing the emperor down, but the fire was spreading, the dense smoke thickening in the air a warning that the trees wouldn't last.

A blast of hot air seared over her head, the dragon tipping and diving to avoid it at the last minute, dipping through the choking layer of ash until she could see the lit undergrowth and- there! A final burst of speed pushed her into a clearing. A river, rich with Tidelord's blessing.

(There was no deity above their head and behind its gaze, just soulless eyes and snapping maws and rotting flesh and death defied.)

(She shouldn't be here.)

Hael hit the water. On cue, the emperor burst from over the trees, the too-many arms grasping as its eyes blazed, flames flickering over its form and building in its mouths without pause. Without control.

It soared over the river, over her head, on uneven but powerful wings that easily kept the body airborne even as its feathers slowly scattered like embers.

Now-!

Hael lashed at its underbelly, sharp claws carving into the dead flesh with far too much ease.

(Could emperors still feel pain?)

(Did it matter?)

She felt the roar more than she heard it, the sound staggering her. Hael barely caught herself on trembling wings, then shaky legs, dragging herself further out of range before the beast could turn- it wouldn't do much good, not with how large the emperor was, the steam as water met mismatched legs doing little to hide its form.

And turn it did, all three heads narrowing their empty gazes on her.

It was awful.

In undeath, the heads of its composite dragons were hollowed out, muscle and tendons broken down to feed its magic, its motion, and its legendary hunger.

That was the thing, wasn't it? Emperors were little more than mindless beasts that slaughtered, and feasted, and pillaged, in an attempt to sate an emptiness that could never be fulfilled. A painful, horrific existence where non-existence would be mercy.

Hael stared into the faces of death as they snarled, stained fangs stark against rotten gums and sunken sockets unseeing. Her gaze wandered upwards, looking for the smoke-stained sky and aid that wouldn't arrive in time.

(She shouldn't have come.)

The emperor bellowed, flame rising in its mouth, and she screeched a defiant cry.

If she was to go down, she would go down fighting.