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[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6238944] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/62390/6238944_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol]"Hello there! Welcome to the Dragon Fly Inn! If you'll follow me, right over here- yes, this way- down this hall aaand... here we are! This is our Library. As you can see, it is quite large, and growing every day! I, for one, find the Adventure section particularly stimulating. Now, if you'll step this way, behind that ridiculously large desk is our Historian, Aledel. Oh! We better keep quiet, it looks like he's working." [/columns] [columns]"So you want your biography written, eh? Wanna make a mark in history? Well... heh. You've come to the right place. If you just fill out this form here, that's it, and take a gander at the regulations, I'll be right with you."[nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12911145] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/129112/12911145_350.png[/img] [/url][/columns]

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"Hello there! Welcome to the Dragon Fly Inn! If you'll follow me, right over here- yes, this way- down this hall aaand... here we are! This is our Library. As you can see, it is quite large, and growing every day! I, for one, find the Adventure section particularly stimulating. Now, if you'll step this way, behind that ridiculously large desk is our Historian, Aledel. Oh! We better keep quiet, it looks like he's working."
"So you want your biography written, eh? Wanna make a mark in history? Well... heh. You've come to the right place. If you just fill out this form here, that's it, and take a gander at the regulations, I'll be right with you."
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[center][size=5][b][color=#A9A032]Regulations[/color][/b][/size] [img]http://gcclearningcenter.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/dragonfly_divider_435l.png[/img][/center] [columns][b]Do not send your payment right away.[/b] I want to make sure I'm not getting paid until I've done the work, so when your order is ready, I will message you and/or ping you here to tell you I've finished and you can send the payment. Then, once I've received it, I'll send you your order. If you've been waiting on your order for three days or more, feel free to ping me or message me to hurry my butt up and write your lore. [nextcol]I'll do lore for pretty much whatever you want; dragon bios, clan profiles, whatever. I can write in a lot of different styles, too, not just the style that's seen in my examples. Long or short, narrative or informational, with coding or without, whatever. If you don't like what I send you the first time, just tell me, and I'll try again. [nextcol]Please credit me somewhere. It'd be cool of you to link back to this thread, but you don't have to. You can make edits to the lore if you want, after all it is for your stuff, but [b]do not[/b] get rid of the credit. If my credit disappears, so should everything I wrote for you. Everything.[/columns] ----- [center][size=5][b][color=#A9A032]Prices[/color][/b][/size] [img]http://gcclearningcenter.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/dragonfly_divider_435l.png[/img] Gem:Treasure Ratio = 1[img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/layout/icon_gems.png[/img]:650[img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/layout/icon_treasure.png[/img] [b]* [i]I will also write lore in exchange for art![/i] *[/b][/center] [columns][color=transparent]XXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXX[/color][nextcol]Base Price A (per paragraph) Base Price B (per line) With Coding (simple) With Coding (complex) Breeding Pair Family Batch Friends&Family Discount Mistral Mates Discount[nextcol] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [nextcol]9,750 treasure or 15 gems 1,950 treasure or 3 gems + 2,500 treasure + 10,000 treasure - 10% - 5% - 20% - 15%[/columns] ----- [center][size=5][b][color=#A9A032]Order Form[/color][/b][/size] [img]http://gcclearningcenter.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/dragonfly_divider_435l.png[/img][/center] [code][b]For:[/b] (link to dragon or clan page, or other) [b]Type:[/b] (1 line quote, 3 paragraph scene, whatever you want) [b]Payment:[/b] (if you're going to pay in treasure, gems, a mix, or want to work out some kind of bribery) [b]Other:[/b] (anything else you want to put in here; a specific mood you're going for, links to other sources for inspiration, more specific ordering information, etc. Literally anything you want me to know while writing your lore that isn't in one of the other three places.) [/code]
Regulations
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Do not send your payment right away. I want to make sure I'm not getting paid until I've done the work, so when your order is ready, I will message you and/or ping you here to tell you I've finished and you can send the payment. Then, once I've received it, I'll send you your order. If you've been waiting on your order for three days or more, feel free to ping me or message me to hurry my butt up and write your lore. I'll do lore for pretty much whatever you want; dragon bios, clan profiles, whatever. I can write in a lot of different styles, too, not just the style that's seen in my examples. Long or short, narrative or informational, with coding or without, whatever. If you don't like what I send you the first time, just tell me, and I'll try again. Please credit me somewhere. It'd be cool of you to link back to this thread, but you don't have to. You can make edits to the lore if you want, after all it is for your stuff, but do not get rid of the credit. If my credit disappears, so should everything I wrote for you. Everything.

Prices
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* I will also write lore in exchange for art! *
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Order Form
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[b]For:[/b] (link to dragon or clan page, or other) [b]Type:[/b] (1 line quote, 3 paragraph scene, whatever you want) [b]Payment:[/b] (if you're going to pay in treasure, gems, a mix, or want to work out some kind of bribery) [b]Other:[/b] (anything else you want to put in here; a specific mood you're going for, links to other sources for inspiration, more specific ordering information, etc. Literally anything you want me to know while writing your lore that isn't in one of the other three places.)
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LF: BANANA, ROSE, & ROBIN
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[center][size=5][b][color=#A9A032]Examples[/color][/b][/size] [img]http://gcclearningcenter.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/dragonfly_divider_435l.png[/img][/center] [quote=The Reapers][columns][quote=Whisper][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19599754] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/195998/19599754.png[/img] [/url] When she comes for you, you won't see her coming. Her footfalls are silent as the grave, never quite touching the earth below. Her eyes are whiter than the pearl she carries, and in them, you see... nothing. You were always told the abyss would be dark, a black hole that sucked you in and tore you apart, but now you see it: the white expanse. When she gets close, you know. The chill trickles down your spine, encasing your lifeless body in the cold, and you know. You can go with her, and she will guide you into the unknown... or you can stay. Forever you would haunt the souls of the living, while eternally you would be haunted in turn... by the whispers.[/quote][nextcol][quote=Nebula][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20498078] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/204981/20498078.png[/img] [/url] Death is in the deepest of caves. It's where the darkness meets the light. It stinks up all the arcane energies floating through the realms. You feel it in the dank walls of rock. It chills you to the bone, turns your breath to icy mist. Death is in every nebula, and when you take its hand, it will guide you home.[/quote][/columns][/quote] [quote=The Fiends][columns][quote=Fawn][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21296400] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/212965/21296400.png[/img] [/url] He taunts you with cheerful chitters that echo through the underworld. He lurks in the murkiest of shadows, graceful and quick in his movements. It's almost as though he's in six places at once, cutting you off at every attempt to escape. You can't see him, but you can hear him, feel him. He whispers your own darkest secrets into your ears with a dolphin's cackle that tells you he's known, he's always known. He tears you apart until you disappear. If this is what it means to be fawned over, you don't want to see insult.[/quote][nextcol][quote=Cassius][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20950760] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/209508/20950760.png[/img] [/url] She is a wolf on the hunt. She is the stench of rotting flesh. She has the hunger of a beast. She hisses as you pass, her wings unfurling with a suddenness that has even demons flinching. Her claws slice you open before you know she's there. The ground boils beneath her feet as her slippery tongue flicks about. She tastes your blood in the air. Her laugh is a hyena, mocking you from the inside the bones of your brethren. Her purr is the crackle of electricity, and it gets louder the more she eats. She is not alive. She is not dead. She is Cassius, devourer of flesh.[/quote][/columns][/quote] [quote=The Wyverns][columns][quote=Obsidian][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20603025] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/206031/20603025.png[/img] [/url] Hardened flesh, darker than the blackest soul, yet it glistens tauntingly even in the night. A sweet scent wafts through the air; the mushrooms sprouting from his shoulders lull you into a false sense of security. Obsidian lifts onto his hind legs, thick muscles rippling as he stalks his prey. The click of his claws tells you to run, but there is nowhere to go. When he flashes his teeth, it's too late. While you're trembling as the sight of his flesh filled fangs, his tail whips around, and you don't even know what hit you. His venom quickly takes hold.[/quote][nextcol][quote=Iris][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20633482] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/206335/20633482.png[/img] [/url] You'd be surprised how easily Iris sneaks around, considering she practically shimmers. She blends in with dragons by running around on all four paws, until she finds the perfect snack. She stalks her prey into caves, where she strikes fear into hearts with her sinister glow and the rhythmic clack of her claws as she lifts onto her bulging hindquarters. The sting of her tail is the last thing they ever experience.[/quote][/columns][/quote] [quote=The Spirits][columns][quote=Phantom][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=10547090] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/105471/10547090.png[/img] [/url]When spirits rise, their transformation isn't automatic. As long as they are trapped between worlds, their souls slowly erode. The inbetween is corrupting. It morphs what they once were into a deformity. Serpents slither out of what use to be skin. Eyes are gauged, bones break and sprout from behind the ears like deadly antlers. Their essence cracks, oozing aether, until the spirit forgets what they were and becomes the monster that used to plague their nightmares. This is how phantoms are born.[/quote][nextcol][quote=Specter][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20901831] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/209019/20901831.png[/img] [/url]Maybe you saw it in the corner of your eye. Maybe it was in the early morning, before you'd fully woken up, when your lids were barely able to lift. Perhaps it was just a steady creak in the hallway in the dead of night. Whatever it was, ever since, you've had the strangest feeling. Walking home down an alley and you feel that chill prickle the back of your neck; before you even look, you know what's there. It floats inches from the ground without beating its wings. It's lost all its color, turned an eerie green, almost translucent in its sickness. The inky black slips through its cracks, devouring it piece by piece. The specter will haunt you for the rest of your life.[/quote][/columns][/quote] [quote=Crested (lore to match mate Darkweaver's)][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20739835][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/207399/20739835.png[/img][/url][size=2]Crested is the most skilled hunter in the clan. She moves silently through the Labyrinth, blending in with the trees and leaving no trace of her presence. She is able to catch even birds by surprise, taking them down before they have a chance to so much as spread their wings. This Nocturne answers to no one, but serves her clan all the same. Her prey do not suffer, for she gives them quick and painless deaths, as they give their lives so that she may fill her lair's hoard. While Crested is not the most talkative of dragons, when the company is pleasant, she can provide stimulating conversation that will leave you wondering where the hours have gone. The night she met her mate, Darkweaver, she was so fascinated by his inventions that she couldn't bring herself to return home. They talked and talked until the sun disappeared behind the trees, and what little they could see of the sky through the canopy had turned a rich orange. She wanted to ask him right then to return to her lair with her, but it was too soon. So, instead, she asked if he might return the next day; and he did. The days seemed to blur together as their meetings went on. She would meet him at the same spot, after finishing her hunt for the day, and used some of the food she had gathered to bribe him into telling her more tales of the mechanical world. One night, he brought a gift: a small mechanical bird that he had crafted especially for her, which sang the sweetest lullaby when it was wound. Her heart swelled at the gift, she could hardly contain her joy. By their next rendezvous, she had worked up the courage to voice her wishes, and invited him to join her clan. They've been together ever since.[/size][/quote] [quote=Mordred for Siritys][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28159225][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/281593/28159225.png[/img][/url][size=2]"I heard he tried to kill the Arcanist," whispered a timid-looking hatchling fae. "What?!" shouted another. The others pounced on the hatchling mirror with hissed shushes and flicking eyes. She grumbled, and lowered her voice, glaring at the first. "That's preposterous." "Actually," mumbled another fae, leaning in so the others could hear, "I heard... he got those scars from an Emperor..." "I heard that, too," voiced the last and eldest of the group, nodding. The mirror scoffed. "Please. He wouldn't survive any of that." "You don't know that," the first fae muttered with a pout. Before anyone could respond, the fae let out a shriek and scrambled backward, eyes over the others' shoulders. Raincloud hovered over them. The stern look on her face was enough to make the whole clutch shut up. They glanced over at the mysterious imperial, but Raincloud cleared her throat, and they instantly snapped to attention. "Gossiping about Mordred, are you?" she asked, voice hard. It was a rhetorical question; the guilty looks and quiet whimper of the hatchlings were more than enough of an answer. "He deserves more respect from you all. Do you know what he's done for our clan? Do you understand what work he puts in to protect us all? Yes, I can see in your eyes that you do. So don't you forget it." "Yes, majesty," the group chorused, with varying degrees of sincerity. "Good. Don't let me catch you bad-mouthing an elder member of this clan again." With one last stern look, she turned away. If watching closely, one might have seen a brief smile from her, which complimented the twinkle in her eye when she muttered, "I'd like to see you brave the mire..." The mirror scoffed again, though she hadn't so much as blinked until their queen was out of sight and earshot. "He's not that tough." "Actually..." mumbled the eldest, voice low and tight as they stared at the dark imperial. "I think he is. I... The story I heard was - that Emperor was his family. It rose from their fused bodies during battle with the Beastclans, and he... he was left to defeat it. All on his own." The breath seemed to be gone from the hatchling's body. "I can't even imagine." "Oh, please!" the mirror shouted incredulously. The others, once again, pounced on her with a round of shushing. After several seconds of tussling, she broke free and shook her head. "No!" she proclaimed, "That makes no sense! His familiar is a Longneck Medium, you idiots! You know - a member of the Beastclans? Duh-" The hatchling's tirade was cut short by the pink eyes of an imperial covered in mysterious scars. She yelped, and ran outside. The others realized what had caused her flight one by one, and in turn, they followed. Fer flicked his tail in irritation, from his place atop the dragon's head. Mordred looked up at the cat, and sighed. ----- [size=2]While a loyal member of the clan, Mordred isn't one for making friends. Instead, he lingers in the shadows, and he observes. The only company he really enjoys is that of his cat, Fer, whom he regularly wears like a hat. He doesn't talk much, either, and has revealed next to nothing about himself and his history to his clanmates. Only a select few of the higher ups even know how he came to be a member of this clan. Due to his silence combined with a rather imposing appearance alongside his loner tendencies, Mordred has certainly drawn more attention than he likes, as the mysterious mire trainer.[/size][/quote]
Examples
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The Reapers wrote:
Whisper wrote:

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When she comes for you, you won't see her coming. Her footfalls are silent as the grave, never quite touching the earth below. Her eyes are whiter than the pearl she carries, and in them, you see... nothing. You were always told the abyss would be dark, a black hole that sucked you in and tore you apart, but now you see it: the white expanse. When she gets close, you know. The chill trickles down your spine, encasing your lifeless body in the cold, and you know. You can go with her, and she will guide you into the unknown... or you can stay. Forever you would haunt the souls of the living, while eternally you would be haunted in turn... by the whispers.
Nebula wrote:

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Death is in the deepest of caves. It's where the darkness meets the light. It stinks up all the arcane energies floating through the realms. You feel it in the dank walls of rock. It chills you to the bone, turns your breath to icy mist. Death is in every nebula, and when you take its hand, it will guide you home.
The Fiends wrote:
Fawn wrote:

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He taunts you with cheerful chitters that echo through the underworld. He lurks in the murkiest of shadows, graceful and quick in his movements. It's almost as though he's in six places at once, cutting you off at every attempt to escape. You can't see him, but you can hear him, feel him. He whispers your own darkest secrets into your ears with a dolphin's cackle that tells you he's known, he's always known. He tears you apart until you disappear. If this is what it means to be fawned over, you don't want to see insult.
Cassius wrote:

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She is a wolf on the hunt. She is the stench of rotting flesh. She has the hunger of a beast. She hisses as you pass, her wings unfurling with a suddenness that has even demons flinching. Her claws slice you open before you know she's there. The ground boils beneath her feet as her slippery tongue flicks about. She tastes your blood in the air. Her laugh is a hyena, mocking you from the inside the bones of your brethren. Her purr is the crackle of electricity, and it gets louder the more she eats. She is not alive. She is not dead. She is Cassius, devourer of flesh.
The Wyverns wrote:
Obsidian wrote:

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Hardened flesh, darker than the blackest soul, yet it glistens tauntingly even in the night. A sweet scent wafts through the air; the mushrooms sprouting from his shoulders lull you into a false sense of security. Obsidian lifts onto his hind legs, thick muscles rippling as he stalks his prey. The click of his claws tells you to run, but there is nowhere to go. When he flashes his teeth, it's too late. While you're trembling as the sight of his flesh filled fangs, his tail whips around, and you don't even know what hit you. His venom quickly takes hold.
Iris wrote:

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You'd be surprised how easily Iris sneaks around, considering she practically shimmers. She blends in with dragons by running around on all four paws, until she finds the perfect snack. She stalks her prey into caves, where she strikes fear into hearts with her sinister glow and the rhythmic clack of her claws as she lifts onto her bulging hindquarters. The sting of her tail is the last thing they ever experience.
The Spirits wrote:
Phantom wrote:

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When spirits rise, their transformation isn't automatic. As long as they are trapped between worlds, their souls slowly erode. The inbetween is corrupting. It morphs what they once were into a deformity. Serpents slither out of what use to be skin. Eyes are gauged, bones break and sprout from behind the ears like deadly antlers. Their essence cracks, oozing aether, until the spirit forgets what they were and becomes the monster that used to plague their nightmares. This is how phantoms are born.
Specter wrote:

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Maybe you saw it in the corner of your eye. Maybe it was in the early morning, before you'd fully woken up, when your lids were barely able to lift. Perhaps it was just a steady creak in the hallway in the dead of night. Whatever it was, ever since, you've had the strangest feeling. Walking home down an alley and you feel that chill prickle the back of your neck; before you even look, you know what's there. It floats inches from the ground without beating its wings. It's lost all its color, turned an eerie green, almost translucent in its sickness. The inky black slips through its cracks, devouring it piece by piece. The specter will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Crested (lore to match mate Darkweaver's) wrote:
20739835.pngCrested is the most skilled hunter in the clan. She moves silently through the Labyrinth, blending in with the trees and leaving no trace of her presence. She is able to catch even birds by surprise, taking them down before they have a chance to so much as spread their wings. This Nocturne answers to no one, but serves her clan all the same. Her prey do not suffer, for she gives them quick and painless deaths, as they give their lives so that she may fill her lair's hoard.

While Crested is not the most talkative of dragons, when the company is pleasant, she can provide stimulating conversation that will leave you wondering where the hours have gone. The night she met her mate, Darkweaver, she was so fascinated by his inventions that she couldn't bring herself to return home. They talked and talked until the sun disappeared behind the trees, and what little they could see of the sky through the canopy had turned a rich orange. She wanted to ask him right then to return to her lair with her, but it was too soon. So, instead, she asked if he might return the next day; and he did.

The days seemed to blur together as their meetings went on. She would meet him at the same spot, after finishing her hunt for the day, and used some of the food she had gathered to bribe him into telling her more tales of the mechanical world. One night, he brought a gift: a small mechanical bird that he had crafted especially for her, which sang the sweetest lullaby when it was wound. Her heart swelled at the gift, she could hardly contain her joy. By their next rendezvous, she had worked up the courage to voice her wishes, and invited him to join her clan. They've been together ever since.
Mordred for Siritys wrote:
28159225.png"I heard he tried to kill the Arcanist," whispered a timid-looking hatchling fae.

"What?!" shouted another. The others pounced on the hatchling mirror with hissed shushes and flicking eyes. She grumbled, and lowered her voice, glaring at the first. "That's preposterous."

"Actually," mumbled another fae, leaning in so the others could hear, "I heard... he got those scars from an Emperor..."

"I heard that, too," voiced the last and eldest of the group, nodding.

The mirror scoffed. "Please. He wouldn't survive any of that."

"You don't know that," the first fae muttered with a pout. Before anyone could respond, the fae let out a shriek and scrambled backward, eyes over the others' shoulders.

Raincloud hovered over them. The stern look on her face was enough to make the whole clutch shut up. They glanced over at the mysterious imperial, but Raincloud cleared her throat, and they instantly snapped to attention. "Gossiping about Mordred, are you?" she asked, voice hard. It was a rhetorical question; the guilty looks and quiet whimper of the hatchlings were more than enough of an answer. "He deserves more respect from you all. Do you know what he's done for our clan? Do you understand what work he puts in to protect us all? Yes, I can see in your eyes that you do. So don't you forget it."

"Yes, majesty," the group chorused, with varying degrees of sincerity.

"Good. Don't let me catch you bad-mouthing an elder member of this clan again." With one last stern look, she turned away. If watching closely, one might have seen a brief smile from her, which complimented the twinkle in her eye when she muttered, "I'd like to see you brave the mire..."

The mirror scoffed again, though she hadn't so much as blinked until their queen was out of sight and earshot. "He's not that tough."

"Actually..." mumbled the eldest, voice low and tight as they stared at the dark imperial. "I think he is. I... The story I heard was - that Emperor was his family. It rose from their fused bodies during battle with the Beastclans, and he... he was left to defeat it. All on his own." The breath seemed to be gone from the hatchling's body. "I can't even imagine."

"Oh, please!" the mirror shouted incredulously. The others, once again, pounced on her with a round of shushing. After several seconds of tussling, she broke free and shook her head. "No!" she proclaimed, "That makes no sense! His familiar is a Longneck Medium, you idiots! You know - a member of the Beastclans? Duh-"

The hatchling's tirade was cut short by the pink eyes of an imperial covered in mysterious scars. She yelped, and ran outside. The others realized what had caused her flight one by one, and in turn, they followed.

Fer flicked his tail in irritation, from his place atop the dragon's head.
Mordred looked up at the cat, and sighed.

While a loyal member of the clan, Mordred isn't one for making friends. Instead, he lingers in the shadows, and he observes. The only company he really enjoys is that of his cat, Fer, whom he regularly wears like a hat.
He doesn't talk much, either, and has revealed next to nothing about himself and his history to his clanmates. Only a select few of the higher ups even know how he came to be a member of this clan.
Due to his silence combined with a rather imposing appearance alongside his loner tendencies, Mordred has certainly drawn more attention than he likes, as the mysterious mire trainer.
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Aaaand we're open!
Aaaand we're open!
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@desiher Can you do this girl [b]For:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20739835] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/207399/20739835_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Type:[/b] 3 paragraphs [b]Payment:[/b] 29250t [b]Other:[/b] Rouge/silent/hunter, Mated to darkweaver, could you link it into darkweavers lore by any chance
@desiher
Can you do this girl
For:
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Type: 3 paragraphs
Payment: 29250t
Other: Rouge/silent/hunter, Mated to darkweaver, could you link it into darkweavers lore by any chance
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@RubyOfFire I've just finished! I tied it in to Darkweaver's lore, as requested. :)
You can send the treasure now, and as soon as I get it, I'll send you the completed lore!
If there's anything wrong with it, something you'd like me to change, I'll rework it for no extra charge.
@RubyOfFire I've just finished! I tied it in to Darkweaver's lore, as requested. :)
You can send the treasure now, and as soon as I get it, I'll send you the completed lore!
If there's anything wrong with it, something you'd like me to change, I'll rework it for no extra charge.
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LF: BANANA, ROSE, & ROBIN
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Just sent the first order!
Who's next? :)
Just sent the first order!
Who's next? :)
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LF: BANANA, ROSE, & ROBIN
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bump~
bump~
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@desiher [b]For:[/b] Aradia [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29942171] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/299422/29942171_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Type:[/b] Similar to what you wrote to Mordred [b]Payment:[/b] Treasure [b]Other:[/b] Mordred finally found a mate for himself. The Dark Aradia is perfect pair for my warrior trainer. Aradia is [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/1885473]bloodmoon subspiece (The Duskblades)[/url]. Allso If you like to write paragraph for mordred to tell what he sees in this dark lady, I would gladly pay for it too ^^
@desiher

For: Aradia

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Type: Similar to what you wrote to Mordred
Payment: Treasure
Other: Mordred finally found a mate for himself. The Dark Aradia is perfect pair for my warrior trainer. Aradia is bloodmoon subspiece (The Duskblades).

Allso If you like to write paragraph for mordred to tell what he sees in this dark lady, I would gladly pay for it too ^^
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