Conchobar

HOUSE SHATTERED-WOOD

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Faded Shadowbinder Effigy

Trinkets

A crudely-fashioned stuffed doll that resembles the Shadowbinder. It is made of dark velvet and has a musty odor to it.

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History

realisation grew on me
as quickly as it takes your hand
to warm the cool side of the pillow
i'm there for you, be there for me
i'll hum the song the soldiers sing
as they march outside our window

hunger of the pine

Once, Conchobar was an idealist. He had set out from the Behemoth, intending to travel as a healer and help those in need.

What Conchobar would find on his journey was war.

War waged in the name of the Eleven.

Wars where he was forced to pick a side. Wars that burned entire clans to the ground. The elimination of entire cultures. History lost. Lives forsaken. Sacrifices for nothing. Sacrifices for everything.

It was enough to drive a dragon mad.

The young Conchobar still had hope, though. He would take to the Starfall Isles, burying himself in archives on what dragonkind knew of the nature of the Eleven. He had but one plan: Claim their magic for himself, that he might empower his own healing magicks to save those on death's door.

During a brutal war between light and shadow, he showed his face once more, carrying two eggs to the battlefield. Before invoking such powers upon a grown dragon, he intended to carry out experiments - corrupt, he would be told, but he would claim it necessary - upon stolen eggs. When the forces of the Lightweaver and Shadowbinder collided, their energies would rain from the heavens, and through a collection of arcane instruments, Conchobar was able to collect this magic within the eggs.

When they hatched, however, he would realize what he had done. The first to hatch was an imperial, like himself, of the light flight. The second, a skydancer of shadow. When Conchobar attempted to approach the hatchlings, however, the skydancer began to leak ichor from his eyes, and the imperial shuddered with battle-lust at the sight.

By the time she had killed her nestmate, Conchobar had abandoned her entirely.

It would be many years before he encountered her again, now living in her own observatory. This time, however, she was unrecognizable to him, a dragon grown into a fine, dutiful scholar of the light. Deirdre.. Her gentle demeanor captivated him, and during the time he spent in light territory, he began to fall for her.

It was a shame, then, that the skydancer had been alive. Or rather, the Skydancer had returned. To his horror, Conchobar had conquered death, at least in a sense.

Yet he would soon learn that such power came at a terrible cost. The love Deirdre shared with her beloved Naoise was not enough to stop the will of the gods. One day, while working on one of their many projects, Naoise and Deirdre fell from the top of their observatory, both dying on impact with the ground.

And the truth is that Conchobar knew. It was he who had sown the seed of doubt in Deirdre’s mind - if she could not be his, he would leave her miserable. Though the intent had simply been to turn her against Naoise, Conchobar’s suggestion that the shadow flight and Shade were connected began to drive Deirdre mad, until she finally turned upon the one she loved.

And he was a fool. A young, obsessive, vile fool. What he had done could never be undone, and it would weigh upon his back for eternity.

As he grieved over his mistakes, Conchobar came to a final conclusion: The gods themselves were inherently harmful. Deirdre and Naoise would not have been the way they were without their divine power. They would be mortal. Fragile. Easier to break under his claws. There wouldn’t have been war. Conchobar would have left their eggs be. He would have never found his obsession. Everything would have been fine.

From this, he waged a campaign against powerful archmages of all flights, something that prompted the otherwise hidden veilspun dragons to step in. Dazzling his sight when he attempted to settle in the Tangled Wood, the swarm was what finally restrained him, sealing him in a runestone.

And eons later, as the elements began to surge…

The veilspun priestess looked at Virtue with despair in her eyes. The Forum of the Obscured Crescent had gone silent, and a runestone lay at her feet, broken in two and leaking a sickly green glow. Upon it, the crest of House Shattered-Wood was engraved.

“I…I don’t understand. We were always the Shadowbinder’s children.”

“I fear not,” the veilspun sighed, “Long have we observed these woods. My ancestors’ records held the truth. You are descended from a dragon born in the Behemoth, a dragon whose terrible curiosity and grudge towards the divine manifested in such a way that we had to seal him.”

Virtue stepped back.

“But…No, that cannot be. We were never - It is impossible. Surely they had felled him.”

“No…He has long coveted the powers of those beyond him, and the fighting of two of them have brought him to rise again.” The veilspun’s eyes clouded as she looked to the horizon. “I fear it is true. Conchobar has returned. The Eleven help us all.”
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Comnchobar's current plan is to resume the efforts he put out before being sealed: Collecting archmages of every flight, hoping to sap their power and attain a level of magical might that would allow him to contend with the Eleven. Currently, he is collecting information on where those of such power might be...And how best to cage them.

Unhatched Fire Egg

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A smoldering, unhatched fire egg. It is almost too hot to hold and is rocking back and forth constantly. Its cragged surface is pulsing with embers.

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CURRENT TARGET: THE FLAME. // Being a nature dragon, Conchobar is well aware of the risk of fighting fire mages head on. He has, however, found a promising lead that may eliminate the need to do so: A disturbance in the ley lines beneath the Zephyrus Springs, a small resort in Terraclae. Though he has felt nothing in the earth beneath him, Conchobar has started to hear whispers of odd tectonic activity beneath it, seemingly confirming his suspicion that something - or someone - lies deeper underground, and if his studies of the magic nearby indicate anything, it may not necessarily be an earth dragon...