Creative Corner

[center][img]http://imgur.com/8T4zkjd.png[/img][/center] [center][font=Century Gothic][size=6]Synthire: The Ruined City[/center] [font=Century][color=transparent]space[/color]Synthire was a fallen city, and any who had lived past its ruination knew it. The roads were paved with old footprints, and the buildings would pile on top of each other as they neared the center of the city, where a quartz palace lay in dust and ruin. The districts had been divided by importance and wares, and the remnants of these districts still remained. [color=transparent]space[/color]The artisans quarter had abandoned shop windows and forgotten forges. Signs hung limply from chains, whatever words they held long since washed away by time. [color=transparent]space[/color]The militant quarter was heavy with barracks and training rooms. Towers led to the walls that surrounded the city, where watchful dragons had once stood with a wary eye on the horizon. [color=transparent]space[/color]The housing quarter was just that: countless dens sprawled across the city street where families made their homes. Hatchery buildings dotted the district, where downy nests lay barren and stale. [color=transparent]space[/color]Lastly, the mage quarter, where knowledge and magic had once prospered. Here was where the curse had spilled out that doomed the city, tainted magic laying waste to the life that had thrived there and locked the city from outside eyes. With the curse lifted, one might wander into the city and feel the remnants of a long dead magic tingling against their scales...

• Map
  
• The Beginning
  

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spaceWhen the city fell, it fell with a curse at its ankles. It was destined to a life of ruin and decay, to lie forgotten for the rest of time. And so it did, walls crumbling to ruin. It would be years later when a divine eye would look upon the city. Nearby, a Skydancer was finding an abandoned Lightning egg. She would take the egg under her wing, and it would hatch into a young Skydancer with the colours of a forest. Without interference, the two would wander aimlessly. They would find no shelter, no home. The divine eye was fond of interference, and he felt an idea begin to stir in his mind. Such was it that the curse of the city was lifted. Like a mighty tapestry being pulled to the side, the ruins would become unveiled to the wandering pair.
spaceThe Skydancer was amazed to find the ruins where a day prior there had been barren plains. Hungry and wanting shelter from the endless storm that raged above her, she would carry the hatchling into the ruins and take up residence in one of the abandoned homes. Here, she would raise the hatchling.
spaceAcross the region, a Guardian would wake.

spacePhaedra came into the world cold and alone, unhatched eggs beside her. They were without colour, the sparks in them having long fizzled out. This was how Phaedra came to know the Shifting Expanse, and she rose onto unsteady paws without complaint.
spaceAs the two Skydancers took shelter in the fallen city, Phaedra was scrabbling out of the abandoned nest and shaking dry grass off her obsidian scales. She found herself in the Highland Scrub, but she knew it only as a barren land of cacti and outcroppings of rocks. She would see a carrion bird flying high above her and follow it, lead on by a hungry stomach.
spaceTime would pass, and Phaedra would age with it.

spaceIn a Canyon, there was a Ridgeback. Red had little use for hatchlings and hunting for food; he was a scavenger, and this took all his time. With him were others, a small gang of thin dragons who routed through forgotten belongings for scraps. Red had seen many things in his years, and always took what he could. It was with surprise that he lifted a tarp from a burrow home and found a adolescent Guardian within, her dark scales marred by dust and time.
spacePhaedra was much the same dragon, yet now she was burdened by the weight of her Search. It had drawn her from the Scrub and down into the ridged canyons below, and now it took her here before Red.
spaceThe two stared at each other for awhile.
spaceRed had little use for hatchlings, but Phaedra was no hatchling. Her face gave away her age, but she was grown. He could not stop her from following him from that burrow, but he was certainly capable of complaining about her presence. He had little use for Guardians either, Charge or otherwise.
spaceThis was how Phaedra grew to be discontent, determined for change, and seeking an out.

spaceIn the ruins of a forgotten city, a young Skydancer had become a full grown dragon. Adept at finding old items and fashioning them into useful things, he had become invaluable to the Skydancer. Here, in the old city, he was capable, diligent, and a master of his territory. Alongside the Skydancer, the two moved through the empty city like wraiths in the night. They lived like this for some time more, until a Guardian disturbed their peace.

spaceThe Guardian was Phaedra, and she had grown sick of Red’s tedium. She plucked and plucked at the tether between them until it wore away, and then she snapped it in one final gesture, leaving the Ridgeback to travel southeast.
spaceAs if on another Search, she was drawn to the reaching spires of the Lightning Farm, where the Stormcatcher’s eternal storm seemed to rage with a thicker density. Like a terrifying promise, the Tempest Spire loomed on the horizon, it’s mighty peak scraping at the twisting clouds above.
spacePhaedra had followed the thick wires that burrowed into the spires, concealing whatever charges lied within. The cables only seemed to thicken the closer she drew near, and it was in passing a knot of these that she saw what they concealed: a city that sat on the side of a mesa. For one brief moment, the span of a flash of lightning, she had seen the city in its glory. Perhaps this is what drew her towards it.
spaceWithin the city, Phaedra would find nothing. Barren streets, barren city. Doors would hang on their hinges, swinging in beat with the wind. Then, suddenly, a presence. Phaedra would see her own eyes staring at her through a shattered window, only they were not her eyes. Shocking blue like hers, but they watched her with a dangerous look. This was how Phaedra came to find the Skydancer and Guardian.

spaceThe Skydancer’s name was Schist. She was a scavenger, had lived in the Canyon with the other scrappers. Now she found her treasures in a new venue, with a new purpose. Lucian was her charge of sorts, though she was no Guardian. The male Skydancer was like kin to her, and she did not take this stranger’s presence happily.
spaceThis was how the trio would first meet.