Kallimelios had to bear thousands of years of history before his first tour of the seasons finished. Night Caller spellcaster, Ice Moon Witchborne, Warden, diluted descendant of the Viking Lord, estranged Celestial Runner, descendant of the Night Warriors, and distant relative to a dragon whose magic bent reality. So far removed to some, but with all the expectations of a direct lineage.

“I’ve always found dragons’ family trees fascinating,” Thurja was his favorite centaur ambassador, an old woman that was born well after he hatched, “the firstborn still walk among you, and you have the luxury of counting generations to your roots. There existed more centaurs than grains of sand upon the beach, yet dragons cannot match a fraction of that.”

He quietly stared into the soup he stirred as Thurja’s knife minced and chopped. “You’re almost an adult, and can call so many storied… legends your kin. Perhaps you may take a page from our society and focus on your closer connections. You’re more likely to manifest their magic, after all.” Her knife split a fish head in twain, and he decided that centaurs lived far too short for their wisdom.

“The crow moon gives me the strength to speak to the dead, but beastfolk have such weak mana their presence fades shortly after death,” Reckoning was his new mentor, his closest connection to the Witchborne, “Focus on manifesting your magic, it has been far too long for nothing to show.”
Something within Kallimelios shifted as anger pooled in his gut. Weak mana? He wanted to see her again, desperately, and he received such a manure-riddled excuse. It thought it was possible, and he wanted to prove Reckoning wrong.

His dreams that night swam with color. He swore someone was with him, undulating at the edges of his vision, enshrouded within this liminal reality. Colors pulsed and coalesced, fading in and out of images. Craggy mountains capped with fresh snow, spring-green fields that rolled for leagues. And finally, he could see her, faded into the scenery, waiting for him to come closer.
“Kalli, dearest, it’s been so long,” Thurja grasped a single talonpoint in both her hands, “Did you find someone?”
“A Witchborne, I’m working for her while we look for a Night Caller. I missed you.”
“I did too. I’m so happy you’re doing well, did you ever find your ma–” Her voice wavered into droning noise, the world rapidly fading into black.
Something new, something loud, boomed in his senses, something that interrupted his goals. Their goals were squandered halfways, and thus must be punished. It welled hot within his chest, icy at the center and blazing at the edges. It drained from all his fingertips, but cut off abruptly. Like a wave it flowed back towards him, towards the heads, into the eyelids.

The sky was clear above him. His nose smelled smoke. Reckoning was screaming at him as he wondered who moved his roof. Eventually, the charred remains of his belongings came into focus. He turned to Reckoning. She glared at him. In the distance, a pot fell to the ground with a single deep thonk.

His magic proved to be temperamental. Reckoning ordered him to become immaterial? Absolutely not. A horse fly was annoying him? Pinpoint accurate ember. He wouldn’t be able to be of use to her until he could at least be reliable with frequency and power. Yet whenever his magic cast, it was for a reason. It felt trustworthy.
“Magic has no thoughts, no feelings,” Reckoning prepared her tea, pointing an empty cup at Kallimelios, “Go ahead and ‘talk’ to it then, if it’ll stop you from turning half the region into a fire nesting ground whenever a midge bites at your eyes.”

His dreams were where they met again, where they would complete their greetings. The air buzzed with joy and contentment, his fingers pricked with warm ice. Seven heads of different dragons were rooted in a nest of arms, his legs trailing one after another. He breathed as one, but his thoughts split into many, running parallel in a frenzy of information he couldn’t yet parse. But he didn’t need to, they existed like this for that exact reason.

Each thought harmonized with colors and warm familiarity. It was his thoughts and yet not his thoughts. They moved as one, each with the burden of the past, each equally split. They all agreed to be called magic, from which miracles arise. They were here to be called upon, they were here since the beginning, they were all and they were none. They will be separated soon, but that does not break their bond of kinship. He would be their physical, their head upon the world.

And his thoughts buzzed since, a background hum of emotions and opinions, his and not his. Expectations that grew a pull of their own. They detested orders, they desired their own path. They did all in agreement, all for their physical well-being. And he would disconnect from their midst, still tethered faintly, for they were one and same in the end.

Lore written by Helix.
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Night Caller
His body is a powerful vessel of magical energy that act as an extension of their own self.

Witchborne
Survivors of witch-hunt, wields ethereal and primordial magic.

Wardens of the Lost
Manipulation of Emotions.

Viking’s Dirge
Diluted Lineage, no inherited abilities.

Celestial Runners
Innate arcane abilities passed down the family. He is an estranged family member, whatever his bloodline entails and the secrets his family holds, he may never know.

Night Warriors
Valor in personal strength and strong familial bonds, no inherited abilities.

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GEN 4

Night Caller, from the sacrilegious union of Death and His Maiden. Spellcaster Faction, Their bodies are powerful vessels of magical energy that act as an extension of their own self. Such magic is performed naturally as breathing air, as it is quickly replenishing and they are hardly without their magic. Not fighters but masters of defence, employing mostly defensive spells. However, this immense amount of power can come at a heavy price, and Nightcallers may very well destroy their body and mind beyond repair if they call upon too much magic at once, or do not pace themselves. The mind is usually the first thing to go unsound Nocturnal lifestyle, unique harp-cry, dare devil personality, unattached to worldly possessions Primary Black, Obsidian, Eldritch, Midnight, Shadow ●●●●● Secondary ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Silver, Dust, Grey, Smoke, Gloom, Lead, Shale, Flint, Charcoal, Coal, Oilslick, Black, Obsidian, Eldritch, Midnight, Shadow, Blackberry, Mulberry, Plum, Wisteria, Thistle, Fog, Mist, Lavender, Heather, Purple, Orchid, Amethyst, Nightshade, Violet, Grape, Royal, Eggplant, Iris, Storm, Twilight, Indigo, Sapphire, Navy, Cobalt, Ultramarine, Blue, Periwinkle, Lapis, Splash, Cornflower, Sky, Stonewash, Overcast, Steel, Denim, Abyss, Phthalo, Deep Azure Tertiary ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● White, Moon, Ice, Orca, Platinum, Silver, Dust, Grey, Smoke, Gloom, Lead, Shale, Flint, Charcoal, Coal, Oilslick, Black, Obsidian, Eldritch, Midnight, Shadow, Blackberry, Mulberry, Plum, Wisteria, Thistle, Fog, Mist, Lavender, Heather, Purple, Orchid, Amethyst, Nightshade, Violet, Grape, Royal, Eggplant, Iris, Storm, Twilight, Indigo, Sapphire, Navy, Cobalt, Ultramarine, Blue, Periwinkle, Lapis, Splash, Cornflower, Sky, Stonewash, Overcast, Steel, Denim, Abyss, Phthalo, Deep Azure, Caribbean, Teal, Cerulean, Cyan, Robin, Aqua, Turquoise

GEN 4 GRETEEL'S LINE ACE OF SWORDS

February, the Moon of Ice Witchborne born under the Moon of Ice often work closely with those of the Wolf Moon, and are no strangers when it comes to knowing when to run and when to attack. They often see the world as a harsh place, and sometimes may even be critical or jaded about other dragons and the world. One famous ability of theirs is to be able to ghost through, or become immaterial as smoke or mist for varying times, most often used in combat and escape. They are trained to be assassins and would often follow a vow of silence until they have found their charge, and would stay loyal to the very end to their only one. Of Thorns & Roses Lineage and Lore Book

GEN 6

Wardens are dragons gifted with the unique ability to manipulate emotions. They descend from Devaduta and Raksaka, the very first of their kind and the most powerful. This magic manifests in many different ways in their heirs, from being able to read emotions to seeking vengeance on those who have caused others a great deal of pain. While Raksaka and Devaduta paved the way, it is ultimately up to their descendants whether this gift will go down in history as something to be feared and hated or as a beacon of hope in dark times. One color in maize-midnight range. Maize, Cream, Antique, White, Moon, Ice, Orca, Platinum, Silver, Dust, Grey, Smoke, Gloom, Lead, Shale, Flint, Charcoal, Coal, Oilslick, Black, Obsidian, Eldritch, Midnight ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Dragons must be level 10 in order to be registered.

GEN 8 LEVEL 15

Male descendants of the infamous Viking Lord, Ragnar and the siren, Lorelei are strong willed as well as have their mother’s strong connection of the sea. They are strong like their father and many follow in his footsteps. Unlike their sisters, they are not sirens and take strongly after their father. Many take on their father’s ghost-like appearance. Occasionally, some of the sons inherit their mother’s runes; they have more magic abilities than their other brothers. In some rumors, the sons are nixes; male versions of what their mother is. Able to sing and lure unsuspected females to their dooms, maybe even snagging a mate like their mother did. The sons who become nixes are usually all the sons with runes; however, many may also choose this life. In order for his sons to be registered in the lineage, they must reach level 5 to be considered as fellow Viking warriors. His sons have equal opportunity to rise in the ranks. If they reach level 10, they become elite warriors, level 15 they become Generals of their father’s army, level 25 they become Captain of their very own ship allied with their father. Diluted Lineage Unlike their pure relatives, descendents on the Diluted side have very low restrictions regarding genes, color, and eye color. However, the less similarities they have it’s believed the weaker they are from the lineage. For example; if a descendent has no similar genes, no similar color within range, as well as without water eyes, that that particular descendent is seen to be the weakest of the lineage. Ragnar & Lorelei > Kara > Tyr > Sheabna > Ulla > Lunar > Konngara > Summanus > ME

GEN 10

The innate abilities of the family include word, bone and blood magic, as well as stargazing and future predictions. There is also a bit of unknown magic from space - the mystery of how existence began included. Each hatchling has their own personality, their own abilities. This makes the family incredibly special and incredibly mysterious. It is not often that they share their magic and secrets, but it is passed down in the family. Each hatchling has their own secret to be discovered. Descended from Lasgalen and Galanta or Anduin and Aduial. - Colors must be complementary Whites may be matched with: Any Blacks may be matched with: Any Purples may be matched with: blues, whites, blacks Blues may be matched with: purples OR greens, white, black Greens may be matched with: blues OR yellows, white, black Yellows may be matched with: greens OR orange/reds, white, black Oranges may be matched with: Yellows, reds, white, black Red may be matched with: pinks, yellows, oranges, whites, blacks Pinks may be matched with: reds OR purples, whites, blacks - Dragons MUST be level 20 or over to be listed in the registry and offer hatchlings Lasgalen & Galanta > Aconitum> Heimdall > Starglitter > Arastina > Arazin > Ulla > Lunar > Konngara > Summanus > ME

GEN 12

Valor in personal strength and powerful familial bonds. Pulchrior > Orion > Asmira > Nymane > Heimdall > Starglitter > Arastina > Arazin > Ulla > Lunar > Konngara > Summanus > ME

Naomi's Decendant
Link to visual family tree from Naomi to Arazin > Ulla > Lunar > Konngara > Summanus > ME