Amatziel

My first dragon ever to level to 25 completely on my own!

Exaltation. A process where Dragons meant for a higher calling release themselves from the realm in which they are so familiar to serve under a deity for whom their abilities would prove useful. Ashthorne had been no different, engaging in their worship of the Flamecaller just as many other residents of the fire flightlands. For years, the clan had done it the same way, Stripping the name of the Forgecalled destined to the Flamecaller in a ritual of purification and to prepare their bodies for the rigorous training that would render them worthy to be a gift to their beloved Mather from a strong clan.

For years upon, Eria had been the dragon tasked with the holy duty of training these Dragons, and she served well, but as her years advanced, It was clear that she would need to take on an apprentice. It didn't take long for the clan to find their next trainer, Amatziel, And the Young obelisk took easily to the work and harsh training of Eria. But when it came time for the clan to name Amatziel as the new Forgecalled trainer, solidifying her position by offering her first new Forgecalled to be exalted. Amatziel began to recite the words to officiate the ceremony, The Clan's shaman, Moon, Interrupted, Compelled by the Flamecaller herself to rise upon the stage and speak on behalf of their deity. In the booming, authoritative voice of the fire goddess, Moon spoke.

"This clan has served me well, but those you send to me lack self. You purify the spirit away from them, the fire I give to my children in hopes they will spread as the flames they represent. Too long I have been saddened by the loss of what makes these dragons truly strong, but hereforth, dragons shall be bestowed names before they come under my service, and the souls of these dragons shall no longer smolder, but they shall blaze."

The first

The embers smoldering in Amatziel's fur burst to life, surrounding her forearms in a bright flame as her eyes begin to glow with the Flamecaller's power. As the Obelisk approached, the two Forgecalled stood tall, unsure of the immediate future but ready to dedicate themselves to the service of the fire deity. Stopping in front of the larger of the two abberations, she reached out to touch his chest, the ash-edged claw around her finger glowing white hot. The Forgecalled stood without flinching as Amatziel's claw touched his chest, searing the Flamecaller's insignia into his flesh. "I, Amatziel, name you Wyrmheart. You, the first to be named by the power of the gods, are a strong warrior, and a Cunning strategist. Though you are not native to this place, the Mather welcomes you."
Wyrmheart's heads bowed, accepting the name bestowed upon him,"Thank you Mather, Thank you Amatziel." he muttered softly. With a final acknowledging nod, Amatziel turned to the dragon beside the newly named Wyrmheart, his younger sibling. Amatziel reached out to touch the dragon, but the Abberation flinched away, fear glimmering in the eyes of both heads.
"You've trained for this, be strong." She whispered, a soft smile crossing the Obelisk's snout. "You are ready."
The abberation's heads turned, sharing a glance for a brief moment before they came forward, standing tall as they allowed Amatziel to brand them as well. "I, Amatziel, Name you Featherfall. You, the Second to be named by the power of the flamecaller, are as strong a warrior as your brother, and your intense tenacity will serve you well. The Mather welcomes you." Featherfall nodded, Holding back a grimace of pain as the brand's sizzling faded.
The glow faded from Amatziel's eyes as the clan began to celebrate their newest Forgecalled, the Abberations being celebrated as yet another gift to their beloved Goddess. The Flamecaller had blessed the humble clan of Ashthorne once again.

*Please Note: Not all dragons will be officially named as what they are listed as here. Pre-named dragons are renamed in lore, but will keep their names in reality because i'm not buying name scrolls for fodder lol

Lesser Forgecalled

Greater Forgecalled

The Brothers

Born to Dusk and Zeira, The brothers Cutclaw and Addertail were inseperable from the very beginning. As if they were the dame dragon, the pair were constantly found to be mimicking eachother to a T, speaking, eating, and even flying the same way. It had always struck the clan as strange, their behavior exceeding even the pack tendencies of mirrors.