Laramis

Lineage Generation: 7 I am a Descendant of Ignis! This lineage is based on the dragon to the left. Ignis has the ID# of 666, which is why descendants of this dragon became popular. Lineage starts at 1: Ignis-->Jaime-->Wesley-->Tsih-->Mars-->Typhaon-->Me Doesn't need registration 20g

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A howl in the mist, a whisper of wind, and suddenly you're greeted by an imposing being of embers and anguish. Two desolate eyes stare at you with a wicked furor, and another howl pierces from its serrated mouth at the sight of you.
Magma-like skin adorns its bowed head, which itself is scarred all over. Oozing magma escapes the creature's angular nostrils set within a withered nose.
Its bowed head sits atop a small, robust body. Scorched ropes are tied around it torso, but you can only guess at the origins.
The creature strides toward you, its four legs steadily carry its draconic body with a hurried energy. A forked tail sweeps behind it, scorch marks are left wherever it touches the ground.

You can feel the creature's eyes continue to stare you down.


Laramis awoke in a cold sweat. It had been a week since she encountered that dreadful creature, but the persistent nightmares kept her fear as fresh as the day they'd met.

She crawled out of the rocky crevice she'd camped in for the night and scanned the desolate surroundings for anything that might hint at where her destination was: Festerfell. This secluded clan was unknown to her until she overheard a rumor a few days ago about them seeking new residents. No other questions were asked beyond lineage and you could live a luxurious lifestyle, never wanting for anything.

The dragons chatting about it wanted to get chosen for reasons like running away from debt or getting a job. Laramis wanted protection from whatever it was that stalked her. Surely her infernal lineage could get her in to Festerfell; the only question was could they even protect her.

A shadow passed overhead and Laramis instinctively crouched down. When she saw it was just a skydancer she stood back up and began to follow him. With nothing else out this way there was a good chance this flashy fellow was also heading to Festerfell.

Laramis arrived at a small amphitheater just as the the skydancer took a seat. There were a handful of other dragons chattering with each other, the pair she'd heard the rumor from among them.

The murmurs died down as a dark fae made her way to the center of the stage. "Let me clear up any misunderstandings you have before we proceed. Our invitation wasn't exactly concise afterall."

Though she was quite far from the fae, Laramis could feel the force from her voice and froze. Suddenly the Imperial standing off to the side began to vocalize. Though the sound was haunting, a sense of ease washed over her. There were no words to the melody, but Laramis seemed to understand it. Come to Festerfell. We will protect you. The urge to move closer to the Imperial was strong. Laramis stood up and was about to take a step forward when the Imperial became quiet once more.


"Thank you, Songstress." The fae nodded to the Imperial. "Those standing come behind the stage for an interview. Everyone else should leave before nightfall."

Laramis looked around in a daze, seeing a handful of others doing the same. The majority of the crowd was still seated; however, angrily muttering amongst themselves.

"What in the blazes was that? She just stared at us a few minutes then dismissed us!"

"I didn't come all the way out to these wastelands for this!"

"You... didn't hear anything else?"

Laramis followed the trickle of dragons making their way towards the stage. They moved in silence until a darkly dressed coatl standing at the entrance of the little gathering stopped a flamboyantly dressed male Pearlcatcher. "You are not permitted past this point."

"My parents are important merchants! My lineage is more than enough to live in luxury, let me pass!" The Pearlcatcher said haughtily, trying to shoulder his way past. An armored Mirror immediately confronted the Pearlcatcher and led him away.

Laramis shuffled by with no incident. Although the whole meeting was shrouded in secrecy, she felt more at ease than she had in the past week. With the fae nowhere in sight, all she could do was wait for what came next.