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Some speculate that it was the Icewarden himself that ensured the meeting of Tyr and Fylgja. The two dragons, neither belonging to anywhere at all, met on the outskirts of the Frigid Floes during the twenty-sixth Fimbulvinter. It was a curious meeting, two souls brought together by coincidence itself and settling on a path of companionship- albeit reluctantly.
It was a frail friendship, wobbly and unsteady. Neither of them had been in another's company in such a manner for quite some time, but survival was not easy during the storm. The lone dragon dies, but the clan survives. And when the weathers cleared after weeks of darkness, they both stood steady side by side.
It was a dull existence even after and their frail friendship grew as they struggled to survive in the harsh climate of the Icefields. Food was scarce, the nights were long and other dragons were a rare sight. Yet there was warmth in their budding friendship, every day a little easier as they got to know each other. But their dull lives changed abruptly when Fylgja came back from scavenging with three abandoned eggs in her claws. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was something more. Perhaps the Icewarden truly did steer them in the right direction.
Those three eggs were the start of Valhall.
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With the knowledge that they would become foster parents, Tyr and Fylgja knew they would have to create something better. Something solid and durable to keep them all safe. Their bare, uncertain situation was not fit for tiny dragons.
But there was only so much they could do with their limited knowledge. Even getting the eggs to hatch was quite the challenge. Yet, as if fated, a tiny fae appeared. She, unlike them, knew things about the world. And her name was Saga.
Armed with an ally that actually knew things they entered accidental parenthood. Somehow. It was quite a mess, both of them struggling with the combination of having to act nice to one another during tense times and handling children at the same time. That was also the time where they decided to officially call themselves a clan - with six dragons living in the same cave, surely that was appropriate.
Their adopted children grew, finding their own paths in the cold world. The two boys decided to leave, with dreams of becoming warriors and serving the Icewarden spurring them on. Their sister, whom they had gleefully picked on all along for being so much smaller than them, grew into a fierce warrior.
And more dragons kept coming. Valhall grew, turning into a noteworthy lair. The harshness of the land turned many into seasoned warriors and their solid loyalty and determinations lured many to them.
Those without a home and without a purpose found a home among the windy, frigid walls. And slowly, as they grew, Tyr and Fylgja found themselves with an entire lair full of dragons just like them. Loner, outcasts, misfits and rebels.
But it was theirs, it was home and it was the best thing that'd ever happened to them.
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Some speculate that it was the Icewarden himself that ensured the meeting of Tyr and Fylgja. The two dragons, neither belonging to anywhere at all, met on the outskirts of the Frigid Floes during the twenty-sixth Fimbulvinter. It was a curious meeting, two souls brought together by coincidence itself and settling on a path of companionship- albeit reluctantly.
It was a frail friendship, wobbly and unsteady. Neither of them had been in another's company in such a manner for quite some time, but survival was not easy during the storm. The lone dragon dies, but the clan survives. And when the weathers cleared after weeks of darkness, they both stood steady side by side.
It was a dull existence even after and their frail friendship grew as they struggled to survive in the harsh climate of the Icefields. Food was scarce, the nights were long and other dragons were a rare sight. Yet there was warmth in their budding friendship, every day a little easier as they got to know each other. But their dull lives changed abruptly when Fylgja came back from scavenging with three abandoned eggs in her claws. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was something more. Perhaps the Icewarden truly did steer them in the right direction.
Those three eggs were the start of Valhall.
With the knowledge that they would become foster parents, Tyr and Fylgja knew they would have to create something better. Something solid and durable to keep them all safe. Their bare, uncertain situation was not fit for tiny dragons.
But there was only so much they could do with their limited knowledge. Even getting the eggs to hatch was quite the challenge. Yet, as if fated, a tiny fae appeared. She, unlike them, knew things about the world. And her name was Saga.
Armed with an ally that actually knew things they entered accidental parenthood. Somehow. It was quite a mess, both of them struggling with the combination of having to act nice to one another during tense times and handling children at the same time. That was also the time where they decided to officially call themselves a clan - with six dragons living in the same cave, surely that was appropriate.
Their adopted children grew, finding their own paths in the cold world. The two boys decided to leave, with dreams of becoming warriors and serving the Icewarden spurring them on. Their sister, whom they had gleefully picked on all along for being so much smaller than them, grew into a fierce warrior.
And more dragons kept coming. Valhall grew, turning into a noteworthy lair. The harshness of the land turned many into seasoned warriors and their solid loyalty and determinations lured many to them.
Those without a home and without a purpose found a home among the windy, frigid walls. And slowly, as they grew, Tyr and Fylgja found themselves with an entire lair full of dragons just like them. Loner, outcasts, misfits and rebels.
But it was theirs, it was home and it was the best thing that'd ever happened to them.
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[font=Century][color=#69605d][size=4]With the Fimbulvinter ravaging the Icefields for the twenty-sixth time, two lone souls brave the frigid winds with nothing but their wings and claws. Two paths crossed on a precarious patch of ice and, from that day on, those two paths converged into a single one.[/size][/columns]
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[font=Century][color=#69605d][size=4]Fylgja finds a clutch of abandoned eggs and cannot bring herself to leave them in the chill. From the cold winds, a fae flutters into camp, and Týr begrudgingly allows her to remain with them for the time being.[/size][/columns]
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[font=Century][color=#69605d][size=4]The First War was not kind to anyone. It was a dreadful affair, one that would forever linger with Valhall and her members, but one that would be shameful to deny. Written by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2964634#post_2964634]Vngel[/url].[/size][/columns]
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With the Fimbulvinter ravaging the Icefields for the twenty-sixth time, two lone souls brave the frigid winds with nothing but their wings and claws. Two paths crossed on a precarious patch of ice and, from that day on, those two paths converged into a single one.
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The First War was not kind to anyone. It was a dreadful affair, one that would forever linger with Valhall and her members, but one that would be shameful to deny. Written by Vngel.
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[*][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2848923/45#post_43520456]Headcanon & lore by Lotron[/url]
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[*][url=https://clan-valhall-fr.weebly.com/a1.html]A Beginning by Tues[/url]
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[*][url=https://sta.sh/01z4xax2toy7]Nótt of Night by Tues[/url]
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[center][b]THE PATH TO VALHALL[/b][/center]
[center][i]At the edge of the borders of the proper Southfield, you are no longer in civilized lands. Here, you are at the mercy of the fickle elements and their testy moods, and the path onwards is wrought with danger.
In the distance, you see the ominous shape of the Fortress of Ends perched upon it's mountain, and the scarce trees and bushes are barren and gnarled.
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[center][b]MIST OF THE MORNING[/b][/center]
[center][i]There is peace to be found in the earliest of mornings, when the streets are still beneath the slowly warming sky. Patched roofs and sharp chills; soft song blending with the scent of fresh coffee.
And the seeds flutter down from the tree, caught on the gentle breeze tinged with seaside salts, whilst the world slumbers on.
Are these not the hours of magic?
But they never last. The lair awakens, sleepy dragons leaving their comfortably toasty homes, as yet another day falls over the cobbled streets of Valhall. And whilst the magic may fade as sunshine settles proper, it'll be back again with the morning mists.[/i][/center][nextcol][color=transparent]__________[/columns]
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THE PATH TO VALHALL
At the edge of the borders of the proper Southfield, you are no longer in civilized lands. Here, you are at the mercy of the fickle elements and their testy moods, and the path onwards is wrought with danger.
In the distance, you see the ominous shape of the Fortress of Ends perched upon it's mountain, and the scarce trees and bushes are barren and gnarled.
You will find no relief in these lands.
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MIST OF THE MORNING
There is peace to be found in the earliest of mornings, when the streets are still beneath the slowly warming sky. Patched roofs and sharp chills; soft song blending with the scent of fresh coffee.
And the seeds flutter down from the tree, caught on the gentle breeze tinged with seaside salts, whilst the world slumbers on.
Are these not the hours of magic?
But they never last. The lair awakens, sleepy dragons leaving their comfortably toasty homes, as yet another day falls over the cobbled streets of Valhall. And whilst the magic may fade as sunshine settles proper, it'll be back again with the morning mists.
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