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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29255039] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/292551/29255039_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Merlot[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Fae Whisperer[/color][/b] [i]Sylvan Jeweler[/i][/right] [b]Beasts[/b] Also known as fae folk or pixies, fairies are small creatures often found along ley lines that cross woodland territory. Ley lines represent specific areas where magic surges, and the skilled creatures use it's boost to craft delicate webbing out of precious metals, creating elaborate designs and structures akin to nests and spiderwebs. Greatly sought after by dragonkind, such work is used by the faeries to attract insects and other small creatures, lured in by the glint of metal and then trapped in a mesh made of too sturdy a material to break free. Once a living creature is trapped, the swarm of fae will quickly consume it, not being particularly picky about what it is. Older dragons are wary of crossing fae-infested woods, and often caution the young hatchlings against venturing alone, and against ever going alone into such places. While harder to trap, a small hatchling caught in their web is just as nourishing as any other morsel. [b]Tamers[/b] Known as Fae Whisperers, there are bold dragons that make a trade out of tapping into the fae's skills to create Sylvan jewelry - highly sought after and very valuable works of art, only possible to achieve with diminutive artisans and their particular brand of magic. However, the crafting of such items isn't without a cost. While the different approaches to procuring a nest of fae might vary - contracts, trapping with silver, breeding them oneself - one must carry it at all times, usually in the form of a parasitic fungi attached to one's body. While the mushrooms themselves are fairly benign, the fae magic contained within slowly affect the host's body, leading to unfortunate side effects, such as the presence of wooden-like horns that marks a Fae Whisperer - as well as the cloud of pixies constantly swarming around them. With time, the magic in the fungi may lead the dragon to become little more than a vessel for the fae nest, the tamer becoming the tamed beast. Those that fall victim to the thrall of the fae folk are often seen returning to the woods where the nest originated, spending their days ambling aimlessly through the woods with vacant eyes and no spark of their former self. Eventually, the host dragon will succumb, too weak anymore. When that happens, the fae that inhabit the nest will quickly consume it along with the body attached to it, choosing instead to build a new nest in a new, untainted location. [b]Merlot [/b] Born to a traveling caravan of skydancers, Merlot was gifted form birth with the Wind eyes of their host at the time and an uncanny ability to communicate with fae. With a little help from the local shamans and beast tamers the skydancer quickly learned to harness the skills of the little creatures into jewelry making. Carrying the nest of pixies with him wherever he goes, Merlot's skills are sought after by many clans as he crafts exquisite and delicate jewels with translucent webbing, known commonly as Sylvan jewelry by the most savvy merchants. However, the young male is well aware of the dangers to his chosen trade, and is wary of the creatures that do his bidding - and exasperated at his apprentice's insistence that the fae attached to her are, in any way, her friends. Hired by the queen to work with the clan's artisans and metal smiths after the previous Fae tamers, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=26221699]Morgan[/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=39314&did=25353989]Aelfric[/url], succumbed to the spell of their charges, the male's only demand was that he be allowed to bring along his apprentice - a request fulfilled enthusiastically by a [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1054553]ruler[/url] keen on having two skilled jewelers for the price of one. [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/13b1306299052bd8661bad92febbdde9/tumblr_inline_o21bnbQvyI1r3lvtf_400.png[/img]

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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20463360] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/204634/20463360_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Petra[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Guide of the Exalted[/color][/b] [i]Ephemeral Light[/i][/right] [b]Ferrymen[/b] Some say that serving the gods is an honor. That to be exalted is to ascend to a higher purpose in life where one can truly make a difference by serving their deity directly; a key role in keeping Sornieth balanced and in peace. And there are others that see it with distrust. A forced exile to control the ever growing population. No dragon has ever come back from servitude. Some whisper how maybe the reason for their stay is not such a good one, after all. Regardless of their opinion of those sent to serve the gods, not one dragon looks favorably towards the few that make the way back. Those chosen few work in mysterious ways, taking dragons to their final place besides their gods and coming back to collect the next souls sent into exalted service. Rumors speak of a small [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=dragon&id=6773&did=25342]fae[/url] of otherworldly powers that commands such ferrymen, transporting souls onto the realm of the gods without a trace. But none dare speak of it aloud, lest of all their words make their way to the masters. And above all, those sent to collect the exalted ones must be avoided at all costs. To cross one such dragon would be a very bad thing, indeed. [b]Guide[/b] Every ferryman must have a guide. Ephemeral companions to guide them in their travels and to keep them from succumbing to madness and despair, those that travel with them are seen in a much better light than their travel companions. Not quite corporeal, guides are believed to come from the same place as the feared ferrymen, not quite alive, but something else entirely. Appearing only at night, they can be spotted by their characteristic glow, akin to a constellation as they move through the skies, followed by the entourage of those departing with them. Much like their male counterparts, guides have no memory of their previous lives – if there is one – nor do they remember what happened during their journey. Their consciousness exists only between jobs. [b]Alive[/b] Although she has no memory of what happens when she’s Guiding, Petra has set her mind to enjoying life – or as much of one as she has – to the fullest. During their brief stays she eagerly seeks the companionship of her temporary clan mates, earning to learn more about their culture and lives before she has to go again. Though parting is often bittersweet – for as much as they might enjoy her company, it is always a relief to see those of her kind go – she finds comfort in knowing that sooner or later she shall be reunited with all her friends again. Their current task has brought her and Carrick to a mountain deep within the realm of the Icewarden, and although unusual for them to be allowed to stay for so long, Petra is enjoying her new home. Only coming out at night, she often can be seen talking to Nightfall and her team of astronomers until the early morning, when once again she must disappear to come back with the night sky. [center][img] http://68.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png [/img][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1716651] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/17167/1716651_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Elphaba[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Scavenger[/color][/b] [i]Mystic Healer[/i][/right] [b]Dust to Dust[/b] Born to a clan deep in the realm of the Flamecaller, Elphaba was used to scavenging for resources from birth, accompanying her parents and clan mates as they searched the vast expanse around them for food and valuables to trade with the neighboring clans. So once she was sent to her new home in the Icewarden’s domain, the small skydancer simply fell into her old habits and into her role as a scavenger for the clan. With a sharp eye and even sharper tongue, one may argue that it was better to leave the female be among bones rather than among the living. With her [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=39314&did=1810026]mate[/url] she travels throughout all flights, looking for ruins and abandoned settlements that may have valuable items and artifacts for her to collect. It’s not uncommon for other to request of her to being some specific materials for their own projects and jobs, and though not many would willingly spend time with her, her presence is tolerated, even though her trade is still seen with prejudice. Rather than a grave robber, Elphaba likes to consider herself an archeologist of sorts, and enjoys sharing her discoveries with Thorne – alas, the only one to be as excited as her about a fresh carcass. Due to her constant courier services, with time Elphaba has picked up some healing skills from [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1900195]Mint[/url], and often brings back new herbs for them to experiment with. Exploring in places where the royal healer would never go, she has access to some… questionable herbs and shrooms, giving her particular brand of healing a darker reputation – although she swears she uses nothing but freshly ground bones, and that she always makes sure the skinks are dry before adding them to her concoctions. [center][img] http://68.media.tumblr.com/1472d40b5a1c39406f28a5a6638fd134/tumblr_inline_o21bmtn7Oz1r3lvtf_400.png [/img][/center]

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[font=monotype corsiva][size=5][b]Prisoners[/b][/size][/font] No dragon is quite sure of what crime could warrant such cruel punishment as being part of the Icewarden’s collection. Priests warn their flock against doubting and questioning the gods. Kings and queens tell of overthrowing a righteous ruler, and replacing them with a power-hungry farce. Slowly, each clan crafted its own set of laws, threating any deviant clan members with a punishment worse than death. Although it is known only to the Icewarden what crimes were committed by those trapped below the ice, many clans have been resigned to the fact that, as they grow bigger and expand deeper into the mountain, inevitably there will come the day when a crumbling wall will reveal the empty hallways formed by sightless statues, their bodies frozen in horrific screams as they pleaded for mercy their god would never give them. Even more dangerous is the presence of the Wardens trapped alongside their charges. Most were driven mad by millennia roaming the dark and quiet catacombs. Those are often relieved of their duties with great cost to the unfortunate clan; and no matter what, one day another will take the place of the fallen Warden, walking the hallways just as its predecessor did, counting the seconds to their downhill spiral into madness. [font=monotype corsiva][size=5][b]Convicted[/b][/size][/font] The statues below the Tempest Clan have been there for too long for anyone to remember who they were or how they got there. Even their keeper, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=39314&did=23790090&function=edit#bio]Erebus[/url], seems to have forgotten who his charges were, the memories buried by years and years of emptiness where remembering was too painful and dangerous a task for him to bear it. In fact, the imperial isn’t even sure that he was the first Warden to guard those halls – and the mere thought of his predecessor’s fate never failed to bring a chill down his spine. Among the hundreds of statues trapped below, Erebus always wondered about the children. Unlike their adult companions that were frozen in perpetual fear, the small hatchlings seemed almost peaceful, as if at any moment, they could open their eyes and resume playing with their siblings. It unnerved the imperial cursed with their keep to see innocents condemned to the same fate as the others there. May the Icewarden never hear him, but he often found himself praying for mercy for the little ones. [font=monotype corsiva][size=5][b]Free[/b][/size][/font] The guardian hatchling had no memories of his past, or his life. 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