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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [size=5][font=Book Antiqua][color=691c42]The Rekhanci Kingdom[/color] [i]The Frozen Archives[/i][/font][/size][/center] ----- ----- [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15154561][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/151546/15154561_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4]In a room of browns and yellows—and pale blues, if you consider the ice—a skydancer of the same colours sits nestled by a scratched and chipped oak desk, hands covered in ink and feathers just the same. Eyes of summer-touched grass blades flicker across a piece of parchment paper he furiously scribbles on, his scrawl no doubt horrifically messy at his haste. He does not look like an archivist to you, but perhaps he is simply filling in. Nothing can be said about his need to write, though, and so you approach the skydancer with mild uncertainty. At the sound of your footsteps, the skydancer stops mid scrawl and blinks up at you; surprised, no doubt, to have his trance so suddenly broken. “Oh, hello,” he says with a hard-to-place accent. His voice is both quiet and loud, the kind that is used to speaking in wide space but is forced into softness by the silence of the room. “Are you here to request a tome? A scroll?” He places the quill he was writing with down, the tip dripping a single spot of ink onto the counter. “The archives offer many interesting things to read, no matter the reader.” A curious dragon he is, you decide, but you are here in the archives for a reason. Not a specific reason, mind you, but you wished to see it for yourself. Little more than that. The skydancer studies you closely. “Perhaps you wish to just wander at your leisure? Adventures, I hear, are best when there is no destination.” He grins kindly at you and waves a claw in the direction of the towering shelves, the tops of which barely reach the yawning cavernous ceiling above. When the skydancer picks up his quill once more, you consider it as good an invitation as any to simply get on with it. You suppose you can spare a moment for some light reading.[/size]
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The Rekhanci Kingdom
The Frozen Archives


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In a room of browns and yellows—and pale blues, if you consider the ice—a skydancer of the same colours sits nestled by a scratched and chipped oak desk, hands covered in ink and feathers just the same. Eyes of summer-touched grass blades flicker across a piece of parchment paper he furiously scribbles on, his scrawl no doubt horrifically messy at his haste.

He does not look like an archivist to you, but perhaps he is simply filling in. Nothing can be said about his need to write, though, and so you approach the skydancer with mild uncertainty.

At the sound of your footsteps, the skydancer stops mid scrawl and blinks up at you; surprised, no doubt, to have his trance so suddenly broken.

“Oh, hello,” he says with a hard-to-place accent. His voice is both quiet and loud, the kind that is used to speaking in wide space but is forced into softness by the silence of the room. “Are you here to request a tome? A scroll?” He places the quill he was writing with down, the tip dripping a single spot of ink onto the counter. “The archives offer many interesting things to read, no matter the reader.”

A curious dragon he is, you decide, but you are here in the archives for a reason. Not a specific reason, mind you, but you wished to see it for yourself. Little more than that.

The skydancer studies you closely. “Perhaps you wish to just wander at your leisure? Adventures, I hear, are best when there is no destination.” He grins kindly at you and waves a claw in the direction of the towering shelves, the tops of which barely reach the yawning cavernous ceiling above.

When the skydancer picks up his quill once more, you consider it as good an invitation as any to simply get on with it. You suppose you can spare a moment for some light reading.
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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [size=5][font=Book Antiqua][color=691c42]The Rekhanci Kingdom[/color] [i]The Shelves[/i][/font][/size][/center] ----- ----- [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1840461/1][img]https://i.imgur.com/ZNP42DI.png[/img][/url][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486#post_25396940][img]https://i.imgur.com/kzd16la.png[/img][/url][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486#post_25440266][img]https://i.imgur.com/iQObA8h.png[/img][/url][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486#post_29306431][img]https://i.imgur.com/QpTInjS.png[/img][/url][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486#post_34317818][img]https://i.imgur.com/YA8YR6O.png[/img][/url][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486/1#post_35453860][img]https://i.imgur.com/ybraJQ1.png[/img][/url][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486/1#post_37139351][img]https://i.imgur.com/aXm1nVi.png[/img][/url][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486/1#post_37927322][img]https://i.imgur.com/CcHz9IS.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486/2#post_37965696][img]https://i.imgur.com/7iX35kD.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1840461/1][img]https://i.imgur.com/hdZg41T.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/BJ6ik2C.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1840461/1][img]https://s1.postimg.cc/1ee1pbanrj/B11_L2.png[/img][/url][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2109486#post_25435109][img]https://i.imgur.com/SZX1Xb2.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1840461/1][img]https://s1.postimg.cc/49jh99wcsv/B11_R2.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/BJ6ik2C.png[/img][/url][/center]
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The Rekhanci Kingdom
The Shelves




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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4][color=992c3b][b]The Rose and The Pearl[/size] [size=2][color=b2b1a9][i]POV: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=8105977][color=b2b1a9]Vardan[/url]; Mentioned: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=30287276][color=b2b1a9]Avoria[/url][/i][/center] [font=Book Antiqua][i]I’m sorry, Vardan.[/i] “Harrai!” Vardan woke with a start. He saw the empty sands before him, dark and ebony in the night, and he felt the chill of the wind brush against his feathers. He was outside, he was outside. Forcing himself to breathe the chilly night air, Vardan ducked his head and stared at the ground beneath him where his paws had burrowed beneath the sands. [i]Harrai.[/i] [center][url=http://thefrozenarchives.tumblr.com/post/156738400237/the-rose-and-the-pearl][font=Book Antiqua][u]Keep reading[/u][/url][/center]
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The Rose and The Pearl
POV: Vardan; Mentioned: Avoria

I’m sorry, Vardan.

“Harrai!” Vardan woke with a start. He saw the empty sands before him, dark and ebony in the night, and he felt the chill of the wind brush against his feathers. He was outside, he was outside. Forcing himself to breathe the chilly night air, Vardan ducked his head and stared at the ground beneath him where his paws had burrowed beneath the sands. Harrai.

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4][color=992c3b][b]The Saints[/size] [size=2][color=b2b1a9][i]None mentioned[/i][/center] [font=Book Antiqua]The Saints. Nine dragons caught in time who sacrificed themselves—their very lives—for the glory of their cause. We remember them for what they were and what they are: heroes. [center][url=http://thefrozenarchives.tumblr.com/post/156819067997/the-saints][font=Book Antiqua][u]Keep reading[/u][/url][/center]
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The Saints
None mentioned

The Saints. Nine dragons caught in time who sacrificed themselves—their very lives—for the glory of their cause. We remember them for what they were and what they are: heroes.

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4][color=992c3b][b]And the Glass Reflects[/size] [size=2][color=b2b1a9][i]POV: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=29883627][color=b2b1a9]Soleil[/url][/i][/center] [font=Book Antiqua]The balcony was a lovely view, Soleil noted. It was hard not to, given that she was facing it. There was something about looking pensively out the window while the rain fell that helped ease her mood. Being alone, she thought, helped as well. Anahera was standing outside her bedroom door. [center][url=http://thefrozenarchives.tumblr.com/post/156830704367/and-the-glass-reflects][font=Book Antiqua][u]Keep reading[/u][/url][/center]
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And the Glass Reflects
POV: Soleil

The balcony was a lovely view, Soleil noted. It was hard not to, given that she was facing it. There was something about looking pensively out the window while the rain fell that helped ease her mood. Being alone, she thought, helped as well.

Anahera was standing outside her bedroom door.

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4][color=992c3b][b]Ravens and Crows[/size] [size=2][color=b2b1a9][i]POV: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=10713474][color=b2b1a9]Orpheus[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=118152&did=10713473][color=b2b1a9]Nyx[/url][/center] [font=Book Antiqua]Two assassins stood alone in a wood. Hidden in the brush, they kept their ears turned towards the south of the forest, two pairs of green eyes intently waiting for movement. Around the Skydancers, snow fell in quiet, slow way. It muffled the sounds of the forest, but the ears of the assassins were keener than most. [center][url=http://thefrozenarchives.tumblr.com/post/165090826957/ravens-and-crows][font=Book Antiqua][u]Keep reading[/u][/url][/center]
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Ravens and Crows
POV: Orpheus, Nyx

Two assassins stood alone in a wood. Hidden in the brush, they kept their ears turned towards the south of the forest, two pairs of green eyes intently waiting for movement. Around the Skydancers, snow fell in quiet, slow way. It muffled the sounds of the forest, but the ears of the assassins were keener than most.

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4][color=992c3b][b]The Flame and The Fire[/size] [size=2][color=b2b1a9][i]POV: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=35300027][color=b2b1a9]Osiris[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=36038299][color=b2b1a9]Setekh[/url][/center] [font=Book Antiqua]The world was not the same. Osiris didn’t feel any familiarity with it, with the sands he’d once known. And his brother, Setekh with his shimmering silks and sun-touched wings, was changed too. Where was his fire? His heat? Osiris felt detached, and it itched at his skin. He wondered, briefly, if he was the one who had changed instead, locked away in that prison for years. “You are quiet, brother.” Setekh’s voice was kind, and Osiris hated him for it. [center][url=http://thefrozenarchives.tumblr.com/post/175588811352/the-flame-and-the-fire-closely-following-the][font=Book Antiqua][u]Keep reading[/u][/url][/center]
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The Flame and The Fire
POV: Osiris, Setekh

The world was not the same. Osiris didn’t feel any familiarity with it, with the sands he’d once known. And his brother, Setekh with his shimmering silks and sun-touched wings, was changed too. Where was his fire? His heat? Osiris felt detached, and it itched at his skin. He wondered, briefly, if he was the one who had changed instead, locked away in that prison for years.

“You are quiet, brother.” Setekh’s voice was kind, and Osiris hated him for it.

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4][color=992c3b][b]Trust[/size] [size=2][color=b2b1a9][i]POV: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=8227355][color=b2b1a9]Aelius[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=118152&did=6088453][color=b2b1a9]Rairye[/url][/center] [font=Book Antiqua]“Aelius.” Rairye stood primly, hands clasped behind his back. The cool air of the caves chilled his arms, but he’d long since grown familiar with the sensation. Before him was an imperial, with wings like a sunset and his body lined by dark kohl and shimmering gold paint. His wind green eyes met Rairye’s and an easy smile fell into place when he saw his old friend. [center][url=http://thefrozenarchives.tumblr.com/post/178327149382/trust-aelius-rairye-stood-primly-hands-clasped][font=Book Antiqua][u]Keep reading[/u][/url][/center]
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Trust
POV: Aelius, Rairye

“Aelius.”

Rairye stood primly, hands clasped behind his back. The cool air of the caves chilled his arms, but he’d long since grown familiar with the sensation. Before him was an imperial, with wings like a sunset and his body lined by dark kohl and shimmering gold paint. His wind green eyes met Rairye’s and an easy smile fell into place when he saw his old friend.

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4][color=992c3b][b]To Frost[/size] [size=2][color=b2b1a9][i]POV: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=118152&did=10128649][color=b2b1a9]Mira[/url][/center] [font=Book Antiqua]“Keeper, please.” His voice was desperate, parched. The ice in the air scraped against his throat and made his words raw. “I’ll give you anything you could ever want.” Mira’s gaze was empty, unforgiving. “It’s too late for that, Atorus. Bellaria is already dead. And you can’t undo something like that.” [center][url=http://thefrozenarchives.tumblr.com/post/181821425972/keeper-please-his-voice-was-desperate][font=Book Antiqua][u]Keep reading[/u][/url][/center]
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To Frost
POV: Mira

“Keeper, please.” His voice was desperate, parched. The ice in the air scraped against his throat and made his words raw. “I’ll give you anything you could ever want.”

Mira’s gaze was empty, unforgiving. “It’s too late for that, Atorus. Bellaria is already dead. And you can’t undo something like that.”

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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/9MNe5dA.png[/img] [font=Book Antiqua][size=4][color=992c3b][b]Ice & Water[/size] [size=2][color=b2b1a9][i]POV: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=14903341][color=b2b1a9]Anahera[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=118152&tab=dragon&did=46904168][color=b2b1a9]Barnabas[/url][/center] [font=Book Antiqua]Anahera stood in the snow, her boots sunk into the knee-high powder. The air was crisp, the sky bright. They were fresh off a blizzard and, in the aftermath, things seemed almost peaceful. The world was monotone and silent, still in its slumber. Only the wind moved, brushing at the feathers in her hair before moving on to play in the trees. “Are we almost ready?” Helios was a vibrant streak of red against the white. He was like the sun, radiant and full. His pale gaze was settled firmly on Anahera, waiting patiently for her orders. [center][url=http://thefrozenarchives.tumblr.com/post/183109035077/anahera-stood-in-the-snow-her-boots-sunk-into-the][font=Book Antiqua][u]Keep reading[/u][/url][/center]
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Ice & Water
POV: Anahera, Barnabas

Anahera stood in the snow, her boots sunk into the knee-high powder. The air was crisp, the sky bright. They were fresh off a blizzard and, in the aftermath, things seemed almost peaceful. The world was monotone and silent, still in its slumber. Only the wind moved, brushing at the feathers in her hair before moving on to play in the trees.

“Are we almost ready?” Helios was a vibrant streak of red against the white. He was like the sun, radiant and full. His pale gaze was settled firmly on Anahera, waiting patiently for her orders.

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