Dreamforger

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Phoenix Familiar A fiery bird of indeterminate age. 400

Current Status: Healthy Current Age: 47 Years Time of Birth: Early Winter, Year XX Mate: none Relatives: Mituna [brother] Familiar:Phoenix Charge: n/a

Gene: Tiger / Python / Underbelly Eye type: Common Favourite Food: Occupation: Retired Likes: This and That Dislikes: This and That Hobbies: This and That

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No dragon were to be ever compared to the Dreamforger, he had ventured through many clans. Often lost to where he wishes to settle home to. Dreamforger is unlike most dragons, he suffers from insomnia and sees visions to the future. The pain he feels varies and sometimes he could get heart attacks from very severe visions. Dragons of his clans often kicked him out and he was forced to move to other places. He had often wandered too far into clans that were ferocious and not as willing to accept him in. He was eventually adopted into the clan by another clan who needed more space in their lair.

- Biography
Dreamforger sat by the warm fires of the Ashfall waste, it was such a shame he wasn't born here. He stood up and began to journey, his paths often lost and hard to follow. He remembers seeing his younger brother packing up his equipment and sadly waving back to Dreamforger, his clan forced him to serve the windsinger. Unlike his older brother, Dreamforger just wanted to live in a clan he calls home. His brother unwillingly had to serve a deity that wasn't his own. Whilst Dreamforger kept continuing his journeys throughout Sornieth. He wanders towards the Windswept Plateau, the region his brother went to after deciding his home at the Starfall Isles isn't good enough.

It's been long enough and Dreamforger was just desperate to find a place for himself to sleep in. The night filled with the chirps of crickets and katydids. A soft light shines across the sky and so just like a baby turtle, he followed its calming glow. The sky was empty of stars and the ground was writhing in earthworms after the last shower of rain. Dreamforger stops in front of a wall covered in plants and foliage. A large guardian approaches him closely and blows into a horn. The sound was deafening, it almost flinched the old wildclaw.

- Night Guards
The last thing he remembers, is getting shot with a projectile of some kind onto his face and passing out. He opens his eyes, still weak from fatigue. The guardian from last night! Next to him was a younger more smaller dragon. A female pearlcatcher who was slightly bigger than he is. She whispers to the male guardian so softly that he can't quite make out what she said. Instead she took out a large bandage and placed it on Dreamforger's cheek. "What are you doing out here at this time? You do realise it's passed Midnight right?".

Passed midnight? that can't be right. His eyes still blurry from the shock of the projectile. He asked "What did you do to me?". The pearlcatcher helps him up to a sitting position. "My partner heard your loud rustling throughout the plants, he must've used his daydreamer's spines. They are weapons that are used to stun intruders. After all, we are night guards of this clan." The guardian lays down and looks at the wildclaw. "I'm her mate and we usually border the clan's outside. I'm just glad you don't seem too injured."

Dreamforger's eyes finally clears and he can clearly see the two dragons. The guardian was an arcane dragon such as himself. He breathed out and made himself comfortable in his presence. "So, tell me why you were up this late" the guardian added. Dreamforger began to explain, the journeys he's had, his unfortunate young brother's journey to the gods and the clans that either sold or abandoned him. He was about to leave when the guardian gently tapped Dreamforger on the shoulder.

"Stay with us, we have plenty of food and space for you to stay in." He gave a kind smile and his eyes gave off a comforting glow. He then continued his sentence. "Our clan is full of dragons of multiple regions, all with a story to share. Even wind dragons who weren't a part of this clan belonged here and... maybe we can even find you a dragon you like?" Dreamforger faintly remembers his last mate, a fine dragon she was. Most of his mates were exalted. He wanted a clan that didn't necessarily exalts dragons. That they give dragons a chance to stay and take care of the lair.

"Do you all eventually leave to serve your deity, the Windsinger?" The guardian looks down at his paws. "Only dragons who wish to serve him are exalted. They are our clan's most honoured members. We even make sure to write their names down on pieces of paper and take photos of their faces so that we never forget them." Dreamforger relaxes a little. He could choose to leave anytime now... but could he possibly trust them? The guardian who knocked him out could easily order him to leave but he didn't. He thinks for a while and sighs. "Show me your leader".

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