Bloodgem

If you're going to read this lore, know that it gets worse before it gets better, but it does resolve much more peacefully in the end, even if it hasn't been written down. Most of my lore is like that. I try not to get too dark, but I realize some of my incomplete lore sounds really quite worse than it's supposed to be.

Ethics? No thank you.

Scientist magician

Violates every ethical rule of science and magic known to dragon for experiments. Don't make her mad or you're her next test subject. Hope you like breathing out noxious gas or growing an extra thumb.

Originally changed dragons genes and breed for them back in the day before this magic was not widely practiced and refined. Due to a lack of regulation and information this often resulted in botched procedures with messed up outcomes. Sometimes dragons just reverted back after a short while, sometimes they were permanently stuck with wrong patterns unless they risked their limbs again with her.

Blood refined her craft long ago (albeit she would have done so even sooner had there not been a setback in which she lost all her materials) on test subjects both willing and not, and the chance of a botched procedure is much lower now. But there's always more to research. More to test. New things to explore,
to create,
to bring back.













The early clan wasn't a very sociable group. Led by a crazed evangelical guardian, there wasn't much structure either. It was every dragon for themselves. The blood red spiral was always busy flitting between dragons despite the isolationist nature of most of them. She would grab their limbs and study them intensely before jotting something down in her book. Some would snap at her, even claw her side, to try and get her to leave them alone. Some would be in poor condition in the following weeks.

One dragon, a bright eyed young skydancer was overjoyed at the attention. Finally, someone else sociable as she.

She quickly realized that wasn't the case as the spiral repeatedly pulled hairs from her tail each day, tucking them in small glass cases. She would ask what the spiral was doing, but she wouldn't give a clear response.

"Checking your health." She said.

"Research." She mumbled.

"Nothing you'd understand." She whispered to herself.

The small skydancer hissed when she yanked out a particularly painful hair. She spun to face the spiral, but instead of snapping at her as most would, she yanked the book she took notes in from her claws. Before the spiral could react, she tossed it into the river running through the clan. The spiral blinked in a stunned silence. Slowly her face morphed into a quiet rage.

The skydancer faced her, prepared for a fight, but was met only with a cold glare. The blood red dragon took off silently.

It was a month after the incident in which the skydancer began to feel faint. She stumbled as she walked, spun in aimless circles when she tried to fly in a straight line. Her body had begun to grow thin and her skin clammy. If someone were to try speaking to her (though no one did) she would only spit out mumbled nonsense words.

Her hatchlings soon fell to the same mysterious illness she did. She watched through glazed eyes as they were taken away one by one to be delivered to some other clan that could support them, or to be tossed to the wilds. Only one male remained, the healthiest of the lot. He declined, but stabilized before reaching a critical point. He stumbled about and was weak, but could otherwise function as normal. She continued to fall.

Her condition worsened to the point of near death when the spiral visited again. The spiral pulled on her limbs, pulled hair from her tail, swabbed her mouth, and she could do nothing to stop her. The skydancer just glared at her. The spiral grinned. When she left, the ill dragon finally made to move. She heaved to her shaky feet, and hobbled from her bed.

She moved slowly, tripping over her own tail, but she pressed forward, a hollow fire in her eyes. It was a sad wonder that no one stopped her, for they surely saw and gawked at her as she passed by. So decrepit was she, she didn't look alive, but more a corpse pulled from the grave and puppeted with strings. By the time she reached the far off bunker that the spiral used as a lab, the onlookers had drank their fill of watching her.

No one saw as she entered the lab, unwisely left unattended by its owner, and began digging. She pulled books and papers from shelves, opened drawers and tossed their content on the ground. She knocked beakers and cases off counters, littering the floor with broken glass. Upon breaking one of the larger metal cases to the floor with all the muscle left in her body, a gas began to fill the air. She hobbled over the rubble she created. Cuts laced her body, but she couldn't feel them. An awful smell filled the room, but she didn't notice. Pulling open one final cupboard, she retrieved a clear glass case filled with bright orange hairs. Notes were stuck to the case.

The note summarizing the testing performed on her was quickly crumpled and tossed aside along with the case. A larger stack of papers going into details on each dosage and effect was strewn along side them. The skydancer pulled back, fishing a small box engraved with runes from one of the opened drawers. She opened it and withdrew a pair of charred stones. She struck them against one another.

The sparks that flew from the enchanted stone popped in the fumes filling the air and burned the debris on the ground. It was not long before flames began to lick through the lab. The skydancer hobbled out. When the spiral returned to the lab at last, a great blaze had overtaken everything and smoke filled the sky. She stared at the violent flames burning in brilliant and unnatural colours with wide eyes, the previous grin nowhere to be found.

"Fire!" She screamed.

"Blood." The skydancer wheezed.

Her head snapped towards the previously ignored figure, a snarl on her features. She lunged at the frail dragon, but pulled up short in favour of racing towards the water edge. Dragons from the clan had noticed the smoke and scream, and were on their way. She desperately tried to scoop up water in the nearest container to bring back.

By the time the fire was put out, everything inside was destroyed, and the skydancer was nowhere to be found.

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