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she/her - writer - FR+0 but who prays for lucifer? who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
-- Mark Twain
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TOPIC | [LORE] Ahava Claniau // Short Stories
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[font=georgia][i]"I loved you once / I loved you twice / I loved you in my previous lives / I know your voice, I know your eyes / You haunt me through my dreams at night / Oh, my love, we'll meet again / We always do, in the end...”[/i]
“Someone seems to be in a good mood today…” Elwyn chuckled to himself upon seeing his partner playing with a few of the hatchlings. He watched as Shedim nudged one and lifted him up with his snout, allowing the little hatchling to crawl on his head and slide down his back. It seemed almost like yesterday, that they decided to call the Ashfall Waste their home and began to invite fellow misfits into their family. Shedim joked that he felt right at home here. Elwyn, on the other hand, had to get a bit used to the heat over time, but he eventually found comfort in the searing flames below them. He turned his head to look out into the sky, now dark and glittering with stars. Gazing up at the sky now, he wondered if Shedim had the same dreams he did. Dreams of what their past life used to be like, of flying through the sky with their wings, gazing in awe at the world below. Dreams of fighting against demons, or standing before a king with brown eyes, adorned in simple white and gold… Everything was a blur, and he couldn’t remember much of anything, but those dreams told him of more than enough. Even despite what his dreams showed him, of the palace and the angels… he honestly couldn’t be happier being here in the mortal world with Shedim.
Just then, he felt a nudge. He turned his head. Shedim was next to him, a small smile on his face.
“Something on your mind, love?”
Elwyn chuckled, turning once more to the sky.
“Nothing, really. Just enjoying the stars.”[/font]
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{ in the stars }
"I loved you once / I loved you twice / I loved you in my previous lives / I know your voice, I know your eyes / You haunt me through my dreams at night / Oh, my love, we'll meet again / We always do, in the end...” “Someone seems to be in a good mood today…” Elwyn chuckled to himself upon seeing his partner playing with a few of the hatchlings. He watched as Shedim nudged one and lifted him up with his snout, allowing the little hatchling to crawl on his head and slide down his back. It seemed almost like yesterday, that they decided to call the Ashfall Waste their home and began to invite fellow misfits into their family. Shedim joked that he felt right at home here. Elwyn, on the other hand, had to get a bit used to the heat over time, but he eventually found comfort in the searing flames below them. He turned his head to look out into the sky, now dark and glittering with stars. Gazing up at the sky now, he wondered if Shedim had the same dreams he did. Dreams of what their past life used to be like, of flying through the sky with their wings, gazing in awe at the world below. Dreams of fighting against demons, or standing before a king with brown eyes, adorned in simple white and gold… Everything was a blur, and he couldn’t remember much of anything, but those dreams told him of more than enough. Even despite what his dreams showed him, of the palace and the angels… he honestly couldn’t be happier being here in the mortal world with Shedim. Just then, he felt a nudge. He turned his head. Shedim was next to him, a small smile on his face. “Something on your mind, love?” Elwyn chuckled, turning once more to the sky. “Nothing, really. Just enjoying the stars.”
-- Written by Harana
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she/her - writer - FR+0 but who prays for lucifer? who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
-- Mark Twain
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[font=georgia]Knock thrice at the frame of the open door,
You’ll find you’ve been here once before.
And if, perhaps, we forget what for,
I’ll show you what’s at store.
Once I flew o’er sea and land,
But from heaven’s army did I disband,
Because I fell and asked for the hand
For a lordling demon grand.
From sky I fell, from earth he rose,
And in time we met as two heroes
Now mortal, we guard here side by side
And with each other, we do confide.[/font]
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__ __ __ Knock thrice at the frame of the open door, You’ll find you’ve been here once before. And if, perhaps, we forget what for, I’ll show you what’s at store. Once I flew o’er sea and land, But from heaven’s army did I disband, Because I fell and asked for the hand For a lordling demon grand. From sky I fell, from earth he rose, And in time we met as two heroes Now mortal, we guard here side by side And with each other, we do confide.
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she/her - writer - FR+0 but who prays for lucifer? who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
-- Mark Twain
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[font=georgia]Enter, traveler, but take note,
What it is you want the most
You may find here, but just know
By the gods above and the soulless below
I’ll not stand thieves. Trick me thus,
You’ll find that choice was
Never to succeed.
Now, take heed
Among my treasure,
You’ll dare not measure
My wrath if you stay overlong.
Come forth, let’s see if your will is strong.[/font]
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Enter, traveler, but take note, What it is you want the most You may find here, but just know By the gods above and the soulless below I’ll not stand thieves. Trick me thus, You’ll find that choice was Never to succeed. Now, take heed Among my treasure, You’ll dare not measure My wrath if you stay overlong. Come forth, let’s see if your will is strong.
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she/her - writer - FR+0 but who prays for lucifer? who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
-- Mark Twain
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[font=georgia]Nothing happens in these lands
Without my knowing it. My eye
Sees far, my mind is sharp, and
My wings are swifter under the stars.
I am the keeper, the dawn-struck messenger,
The dove that escapes the hawk’s grasp.
Watch not for me on the battlefields
But keeping the hearth. I am the shield;
I guard against the night.
What plans
Have you in these lands?
Burn on and we will see.[/font]
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Nothing happens in these lands Without my knowing it. My eye Sees far, my mind is sharp, and My wings are swifter under the stars. I am the keeper, the dawn-struck messenger, The dove that escapes the hawk’s grasp. Watch not for me on the battlefields But keeping the hearth. I am the shield; I guard against the night. What plans Have you in these lands? Burn on and we will see.
-- Written by SilverSilver
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she/her - writer - FR+0 but who prays for lucifer? who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
-- Mark Twain
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[font=georgia]Elodin sighed as he glanced at the sleeping dragon half on top of him. Akihiko lay nestled beneath his wings, having somehow managed to sneak himself into the skydancer's embrace without his noticing, which was quite the feat considering Elodin's job was to notice anything and everything. The younger dragon had fallen asleep there and was now snoring softly on his lover's lap.
Elodin lifted a claw and gently began to scratch at the imperial's head, running his talons through his mane. Akihiko made a sound like a purr in his sleep and Elodin couldn't help but chuckle.
It was a peaceful moment. Quiet, calm, something Elodin was not often given the privilege of enjoying. His responsibility was to protect Akihiko, the prince, their ambassador, at all cost, so to find a moment of clarity in the chaos was a blessing. However, as all good things must, this too, had to come to an end.
There was a crashing like broken pottery and Elodin was instantly at attention. He reached for his blade, taking a defensive position and shifting to protect Akihiko. Seconds passed and Elodin began to think he may need to remove himself from Akihiko and investigate, but a familiar face appeared from behind one of the stone columns supporting the room. Elwyn.
"Oh. Oh my, um, I am so sorry." He backed away nervously, having noticed the intimate setting he entered, unwelcome, and somehow managed to bump into the column behind him, tripping over his own claws, and for the first time, Elodin truly saw him. Heaven's most prestigious and powerful angel warrior trapped inside a mortal body. No wonder he was so damn clumsy.
"Its alright," the skydancer answered in a hushed voice, trying to avoid waking his sleeping lover. He was able to breathe easy now, relaxed in the fact that it had only been Elwyn who found them in such a compromising situation. He and Shedim were the only members of their clan whom Elodin had entrusted with their secret. Not that he had much of a choice on the matter. Elwyn had practically figured it out himself, only seeking Elodin for confirmation.
"Is there a reason you're here?" The skydancer questioned slowly, not wanting to seem hostile but growing impatient nevertheless.
"Um, well, it's really not important." Elodin raised an eyebrow, and Elwyn sighed. "I've just been feeling lonely. With Shedim away visiting family, the hoard feels too cold, the cave too large. I'm all alone in there, and you know how much I hate that..." Elwyn trailed off, but Elodin didn't need further explanation. He wasn't the only one who had confided in the other.
"If you're asking to stay here, you're welcome to. You know you're always welcome." Elodin was not the most sensitive and sympathetic dragon, but he was always authentic. Elwyn could hear the sincerity in his voice and he didn't hesitate to accept, collapsing almost instantly on Elodin, opposite of Akihiko. He snuggled his head into the skydancer's lap and within moments he was snoring like a newborn hatchling.
Elodin couldn't help but wonder how he'd ended up here, cradling his forbidden lover, his prince, and his clumsy, fallen angel leader in his lap, but truthfully he didn't quite care. He wouldn't trade those two for the world.[/font]
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{ lonely, but not alone }
Elodin sighed as he glanced at the sleeping dragon half on top of him. Akihiko lay nestled beneath his wings, having somehow managed to sneak himself into the skydancer's embrace without his noticing, which was quite the feat considering Elodin's job was to notice anything and everything. The younger dragon had fallen asleep there and was now snoring softly on his lover's lap. Elodin lifted a claw and gently began to scratch at the imperial's head, running his talons through his mane. Akihiko made a sound like a purr in his sleep and Elodin couldn't help but chuckle. It was a peaceful moment. Quiet, calm, something Elodin was not often given the privilege of enjoying. His responsibility was to protect Akihiko, the prince, their ambassador, at all cost, so to find a moment of clarity in the chaos was a blessing. However, as all good things must, this too, had to come to an end. There was a crashing like broken pottery and Elodin was instantly at attention. He reached for his blade, taking a defensive position and shifting to protect Akihiko. Seconds passed and Elodin began to think he may need to remove himself from Akihiko and investigate, but a familiar face appeared from behind one of the stone columns supporting the room. Elwyn. "Oh. Oh my, um, I am so sorry." He backed away nervously, having noticed the intimate setting he entered, unwelcome, and somehow managed to bump into the column behind him, tripping over his own claws, and for the first time, Elodin truly saw him. Heaven's most prestigious and powerful angel warrior trapped inside a mortal body. No wonder he was so damn clumsy. "Its alright," the skydancer answered in a hushed voice, trying to avoid waking his sleeping lover. He was able to breathe easy now, relaxed in the fact that it had only been Elwyn who found them in such a compromising situation. He and Shedim were the only members of their clan whom Elodin had entrusted with their secret. Not that he had much of a choice on the matter. Elwyn had practically figured it out himself, only seeking Elodin for confirmation. "Is there a reason you're here?" The skydancer questioned slowly, not wanting to seem hostile but growing impatient nevertheless. "Um, well, it's really not important." Elodin raised an eyebrow, and Elwyn sighed. "I've just been feeling lonely. With Shedim away visiting family, the hoard feels too cold, the cave too large. I'm all alone in there, and you know how much I hate that..." Elwyn trailed off, but Elodin didn't need further explanation. He wasn't the only one who had confided in the other. "If you're asking to stay here, you're welcome to. You know you're always welcome." Elodin was not the most sensitive and sympathetic dragon, but he was always authentic. Elwyn could hear the sincerity in his voice and he didn't hesitate to accept, collapsing almost instantly on Elodin, opposite of Akihiko. He snuggled his head into the skydancer's lap and within moments he was snoring like a newborn hatchling. Elodin couldn't help but wonder how he'd ended up here, cradling his forbidden lover, his prince, and his clumsy, fallen angel leader in his lap, but truthfully he didn't quite care. He wouldn't trade those two for the world.
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she/her - writer - FR+0 but who prays for lucifer? who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
-- Mark Twain
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[font=calibri][size=3][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=316894&tab=dragon&did=50028026]Unnamed[/url] • [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=316894&tab=dragon&did=40385861]Dionysus[/url][/center]
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[font=calibri][size=4]From the brush arises the unmistakable *click click* of sharp claws on stone. A chittering follows, and a low chuff, almost like a tiger. The crickets stop chirping, the sparrows flee to the sky, abandoning homes all over to escape the looming creature.
Mortem emerges from the shadows. It is a dark night, a new moon, and all is quiet except for the heaviness of his breath. This part of the boarder is farthest from the light, the nearest lantern nearly 30 feet away. It shadows the imperial's face.
His bright arcane eyes are the only visible part of him in the eternal night.
"Hello there." His words are slow, pronounced and his voice is smoother than silk, creepy enough to send shivers down any dragon's spine. His eyes slowly scan the length of Rivai's figure.
"So you want a treat, do you? I see." He squints, and he can sense the imperial's hostility, though his voice remains passive. "You seem to be a persistent little dragon," he hisses, nearly spitting the words. "But, we don't hand out freebies around here. If you want a treat, you have to work for it."
What does he mean? Work for it...?
"You have two options. You can either run along home, if you can find the way." He smirks. "Or, we can play a game."
His voice is much lower now, close to a growl. Massive, shining claws click against one another in an impatient gesture. And just when it seemed the physical embodiment of Death himself couldn't get any scarier, his eyes begin to glow a violent red.
"The choice is yours, little one."[/size][/font]
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[font=calibri][size=4]"Ah, you've chosen to continue. Only the bravest of warriors dare enter our lair. You're considered courageous amongst your clan, I hope. For your sake." His eyes darken once more, the shadows shrouding the rest of his face from view but from the looks of it, he seems to be... grinning.
"Choose a path. To your left, the path to the outskirts of our clan. There you will find one of the most well-known dragons in all of the Molten Scar."
He gestures to a dirt road, lined with overgrown trees and bushes, but the path is flat and clearly well-worn. Upon closer inspection, small piles of soft feathers can be seen periodically... that can't be a good sign.
"To your right, the route to one of our lair's highly distinguished residents. Careful not to look him in the eye though. Those who do are never the same."
He waves again, this time in the direction of a carefully paved stone street. It is clean and pristine, clearly well-taken care of, but sharp-looking animal claws lie discarded along the sides of the road.
The imperial grins once again, and within an instant, he has vanished into the shadows, leaving no trace that he truly was there at all.[/size][/font]
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a cozy looking cave embellished wall to wall in various trinkets: seashells, feathers, bits of glass and gemstones. To one side, you spot a small black kitten snuggled up on a swaying canopy, snoring away peacefully. In the center of the room lies a make-shift rug, roughly strewn together from stray bits of cloth. You hear faint whistling, and a bright, rosy dragon emerges from behind a beaded curtain.
"Oh, hello there! Welcome darling, come in, come in."
She beckons you towards a corner of the cave covered in soft-looking animal-hides. You sit.
"So hun, what brings you here today?" She peers at you curiously, until realization surfaces. "Oh, Mortem sent you, didn't he? Gosh, that boy. Always getting into trouble! He puts on a scary face, but between you and me, he really is a big teddy bear!"
The dragon crosses the room to a small table you hadn't earlier noticed. It is adorned with a shining crystal ball and a set of tarot cards. She reaches for the latter, sighing wistfully with a fond smile.
"Illusion got these for me for my birthday last year. So cute," she whispers. The pearlcatcher clears her throat. "Anyway, I really must get you on your way. I will splay the cards out in front of you. They have pictures on them. Choose the one that feels right."
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a laboratory, clearly well-taken care of, but no less creepy. A large cauldron is placed in the center of the room, bubbling away and glowing bright green, the only source of light in the room. The floor is made of stone, cracks in the tiles the only indication that the lab is older than appears. The walls are lined with tables and shelves, numerous ingredients staring back at you (quite literally, in some cases): podid claws, chimera fangs, squirrel skulls. It's chilling to see so many animal parts. Perhaps you'll be next.
The unpleasant scratching sound of nails on tile resonates from the back of the lab. A pearlcatcher emerges, his face obscured from view behind a metal mask. He approaches the stranger. He appears wary, but curious none the less.
"Another patient? You don't have plague, do you?"
He squints apprehensively, scans the dragon before him, and, seeming satisfied, relaxes and opens to a more welcoming stance.
"You look well enough. Why are you here?"
You tell him the truth of your adventure, leaving out no details from your previous encounter with Mortem.
"Ah, trick-or-treating. Child's play. I'll indulge you this once, but I won't be bothered further."
He crosses to one of the tables, grabbing two test tubes from the many present.
"Drink one, but be careful which you choose. You never know what could happen with strange potions."
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a tumble-down home, more of a hovel really. It's nothing special, an old shack with no identifiable qualities, nothing personal about it. From the looks of it, the place should be uninhabited but the card sent you here so you continue searching. You find a small nest tucked into the corner of the room, formed from soft grass, dandelions, and twigs. A light nest. But that doesn't make any sense, what is a light nest doing out in the middle of the Ashfall Waste?
The floor creaks under the weight of a large dragon, the soft scratching of nails on wood reaching your ears. A skydancer comes into view. He is alarmed and frightened at your presence.
"What... what are you... how did you get in here?"
You answer his question and the dragon seems to relax, if only a bit.
"A trick-or-treater. Of course. Well, I don't have anything for you, 'cept for a couple of old belts. I'm not sure how valuable they'll be to you, but maybe someone else can help you. I have bigger problems."
He retrieves some material beside the nest, thrusting it into your arms and ushering you out. As you leave, you realize he never told you his name. Strange...
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a large cavern laden with treasure, sparkling items and shiny jewelry. As you stroll through the abyss of treasure, golden coins and dark, mysterious gems, they part like the red sea, clinking together loudly as they tumble over one another. The light from the fire flight's own handmade lanterns floods the room, causing the ocean of jewels and coins to reflect back in your eyes. The treasure forms a sort of mountain and at the top sit what are most likely the dragons' most prized possessions: golden silks and flowers, and black vines and antlers.
Standing off to one side of the mountain of jewels is a terrifyingly beautiful dark imperial. He inspects you with an unreadable expression and soulless eyes. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking. The dragon takes several steps forward, never breaking eye contact.
"So you're the treater Mortem told me about. Welcome to my humble abode," he mutters, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't know what exactly you want from me. I'm not doing to give you any of my jewels if that's what you're thinking."
He runs a long, narrow claw between the treasure at his feet, watching spare coins trickle from the pile and tumble beneath his feet.
"I suppose I could entertain you, though. Answer this riddle for me:
What is greater than God, more evil than the devil, the poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it, you'll die?"
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[size=4][font=calibri]Nothing. That was the answer you had given. Shedim couldn't help but smile at the result. You solved his riddle.
"Well done. You have come a long way and proven you are not only powerful, but intelligent as well. I must send you on your way now, and my blessing with you."
He grins widely at his choice of words. The blessing of a devil, what a gift.
As the looming imperial turns to leave the now unwelcome visitor, a small object slips from between his talons. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
"Oops," the retreating form whispers, half turning to wink at you. "Follow the scent." You hear his words, but his mouth doesn't move. The dragons in this lair truly are strange.[/font][/size]
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a room covered wall to wall in weapons of various types. Axes, scythes, spears, swords pinned to the wall with metal pipes and bars. They're well-organized and incredibly shiny and clean as if they've been polished over and over again. Set against one wall is a cupboard filled to the brim with armor, numerous shelves filled with leather, metal, even ceremonial armor, all stacked neatly and organized by size. You've wandered right into what appears to be an armory.
You hear soft footsteps behind you. Turning to the source of the noise, you see a sanguine imperial, frozen in shock.
"Um, hello. I'm Akihiko." He chuckles nervously, before furrowing his eyebrows and slowly reaching for the sword sheathed at his side. "And you are?"
He seems nervous, defensive but not hostile or unfriendly. You explain to him your ordeal, that you've been searching for a treat for some days now. He nods along to your words, still hesitant but he appears to be easing up.
"Right," he speaks once you've finished. "Well, there are no treats here, all we have is supplies and armor. Unless..."
Akihiko reaches for two matching spears hanging from hooks on the walls.
"You may need one of these. I'm not sure if you have a weapon of your own, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. The Molten Scar can be a dangerous place. And while all the inhabitants of this clan are friendly once you get to know them, they don't react to well to strangers."
He orients the spears in his claws, presenting the hilts to you. You notice that while they are similar -- clearly pieces of a set -- they are different in minute ways. One is made from stone, an iridescent sword cut from the finest of moonstone; it can penetrate practically anything. The other is a fire-forged spear, the kind of blade that only highly trained fire dragons can create. They are forged using a furnace that heats past the temperature of the sun and they stay that hot for their duration in the world. Two incredibly valuable spears; how can you possibly choose?
"Do not fret. Just follow your instincts. The blade will choose you."[/size][/font]
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[font=calibri][size=4]You wake to warmth on your skin and the sound of a fire crackling. Your eyes slide open tiredly. You are inside a cozy room. Beneath you is a make-shift nest of hides and soft cloth and the walls around you are made of logs and decorated with portraits and pictures. There is a lit fireplace beneath an extravagant mantle, a dragon in battle carved into the front and decorated with gold accents. Atop of the mantle are burning wax candles of all shapes and sizes. To the right of the fireplace is a wall covered ceiling to floor in books, quite possibly the largest collection in the entirety of the Ashfall Waste, and beside that, tucked into the opposite corner of the room is a cabinet, presumably a file organizer, and a small wooden desk covered in paperwork. A wildclaw sits behind the desk, muttering to herself as she scribbles something onto a scroll with a small feather quill. A white dove chirps as it glides towards you, landing gracefully on the floor. The strange dragon looks up at the bird's cry, noticing your consciousness.
"Ah, you're awake. I wasn't sure how long you would be out. My name is Serenity. I am the official messenger of our clan, and the unofficial peacekeeper. I am also in charge of our lair's archives. No information gets in or out without me knowing about it."
She smiles warmly at you.
"I suppose you're here for a treat then. Elwyn told me all about trick-or-treating. I'm afraid I don't have anything for you."
She sighs, looking disdained. Elwyn had explained the event to her, but never had Serenity anticipated she would be partaking in it. If only she had more time to prepare.
"I guess I'll have to send you on your way then! I know two dragons that will no doubt have something special in store for you!"
The wildclaw opens the filing cabinet and retrieves two large scrolls. She opens each, seems satisfied with the contents, and then presents them to you.
"The directions to both dragon's homes, wouldn't want you to get lost! Just pick one, and be on your way. Good luck!"[/font][/size]
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a large cavern laden with treasure, sparkling items and shiny jewelry. As you stroll through the abyss of treasure, golden coins and dark, mysterious gems, they part like the red sea, clinking together loudly as they tumble over one another. The light from the fire flight's own handmade lanterns floods the room, causing the ocean of jewels and coins to reflect back in your eyes. The treasure forms a sort of mountain and at the top sit what are most likely the dragons' most prized possessions: golden silks and flowers, and dark vines and antlers.
Sitting atop the pile is a large golden imperial, snoring away soundly. On one inhale, his breath hitches with a snort and the dragon wakes himself up. He groans. Not enough beauty sleep, presumably. He spots the strange dragon standing at the entrance to his cave and after an apprehensive moment, he smiles.
"Hi there. Can I help you with something?"
The imperial stands up, stretches, and leaps down to the bottom of the pile in front of you.
You explain to him who you are and why you're here.
"Alright, alright. You want a treat then? I'm afraid I can't spare any, Shedim would have my head." He chuckles fondly. "But I can give you offer you a stone. Choose wisely, they'll either lead you to treasures or tricks."
He reaches down into the pile and grasps two gemstones between his claws, presenting them to you.
"Happy Halloween. Have fun, and be careful."[/font][/size]
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a room covered wall to wall in weapons of various types. Axes, scythes, spears, swords pinned to the wall with metal pipes and bars. They're well-organized and incredibly shiny and clean as if they've been polished over and over again. Set against one wall is a cupboard filled to the brim with armor, numerous shelves filled with leather, metal, even ceremonial armor, all stacked neatly and organized by size. You've wandered right into what appears to be an armory.
Out of nowhere, you feel a long blade pressed against your back and a dragon's presence behind you. He sneaked up on you without a sound. Impossible.
"You do not belong here," the assailant whispers, leaning in closer to look at your face. When he spies your profile and realizes who you are, he hesitantly retreats, sheathing the blade that had previously been threatening you.
"You're a visitor. I was told about the lot of you." He rolls his eyes. "An unnecessary risk, if you ask me. Allowing strangers into our home," he mutters, huffs. After several seconds, the skydancer recollects himself, replacing the annoyance on his face with a stoic expression.
"I am Elodin, from a line of noble samurais who are bred to protect the Japanese emperor. In other words, I am Akihiko's bodyguard. I will lay my life down for his in the face of any intruder, and you," he spits, "are no exception."
Elodin stares into your eyes for a long moment, never breaking eye contact, before he speaks again. His voice is slightly softer, empathetic, but no less powerful.
"I will not partake in any activity that could put my loved ones in danger, and I will not apologize for that. Take this collar."
He reaches for a stand placed on top of the cupboard covered in pieces of war jewelry. Despite their elegant appearances, it is obvious they are not for show. Bracelets armed with minuscule crossbows, tiny bottle pendants filled with fairy dust, even the collar he holds out to you is adorned with sharp spikes that could pierce even the thickest dragon skin. You wonder who it belongs to.
"Tell him I sent you. He'll know what to do. Now please, go." He hesitates for a moment and, if you didn't know any better, you'd guess he was pleading. His final word is spoken in a gentle, chilling voice.
"Leave."
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[size=4][font=calibri]You enter a laboratory, clearly well-taken care of, but no less creepy. A large cauldron is placed in the center of the room, bubbling away and glowing bright green, the only source of light in the room. The floor is made of stone, cracks in the tiles the only indication that the lab is older than appears. The walls are lined with tables and shelves, numerous ingredients staring back at you (quite literally, in some cases): podid claws, chimera fangs, squirrel skulls. It's chilling to see so many animal parts. Perhaps you'll be next.
You hear the heavy clinking of metal against stone. A skydancer enters, walking mechanically. His body is covered in metal, a creature that is half dragon, half robot. He spots the stranger in his doorway and attempts what appears to be a smile.
"Hello, I am Neo," the dragon speaks in a robotic manner. "Are you here to partake in our latest experiment?"
You are lesd than enthused, to say the least. Neo notices your reaction, head tilting to the side with confusion. He does not compute.
"You do not agree." The dragon looks down, eyes glassing over as he internally searches his database, trying to find a reason for your presence.
"You are here to trick-or-treat," he notes after several moments. It is a statement, not a question. He is sure this time.
"I am not very good at these... games," the skydancer stumbles over his words, trying to speak in a way that might make the stranger feel more at home. "I cannot help you. But perhaps he can."
Neo turns to one of the numerous shelves lining the walls, reaching for a black and red collar, and presents it to you.
"Enjoy your holiday."
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a room that is as chaotic as it is organized. Parts of the room are entirely off-putting, nests on the ceiling and staircases that lead to nowhere. But you can tell that despite the *interesting* interior design choices, there is a sort of method to the madness. There is a satisfying color scheme, pastel pink and turquoise with vibrant violet accents. Clearly, whoever lives here has a keen eye for aesthetics. There are flowers and gemstones decorating the room's boarders, clothes thrown haphazardly over the floor. A hat here, a glove there. Decorating the walls are portraits with eyes that seem to follow you wherever you go. Perhaps the homeowner is not as well organized as you previously thought.
As you are examining the room, you feel a gentle tapping on your right shoulder, but when you turn to look, you find only open air. Strange. Did you imagine it? Several moments go by in peace before a small vase falls from the ceiling to your left, shattering against the pristine white floor. This isn't right. Maybe it's time to go. A loud giggle echoes throughout the room.
Three things happen in quick succession. If you had blinked, you would have missed it. With a small popping sound, a purple portal appears in front of you. A beautiful skydancer dragon materializes, before the portal closes within an instant, a lingering puff of purple smoke the only indication that the portal had been there at all.
"I am Loki, a trickster and a troublemaker, as some like to refer to me. I also guard the dreams and nightmares of all dragons in our clan." There is an arrogant air about him and it is clear that the dragon is proud of his name and title. "Now that you've come into my home, you may not leave. Unless," Loki smirks, "you can answer my riddle. What will spin you a story free of charge, can entertain you for an eve but you'll forget it, and can not hurt you but may scare you nonetheless?"
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Loki grinned from ear to ear at your answer. You solved his riddle.
"You are very wise. You have come a long way, you must be home sick. I will send you on your way now. But not without one final clue."
The skydancer grasps a small object between his talons. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
He tosses it to the floor in front of you, never coming close enough to touch you. Weird.
"Follow the scent," he whispers, and within the blink of an eye, he has vanished.
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[font=calibri][size=4]You approach a large magma vent in the southeastern corner of the Molten Scar. Here, the temperature is hotter than ever and smoke fills the open air. There is bubbling, sizzling, and oozing as hot magma melts through stone, creating new paths all over the land. Thus, it was difficult to find this place with roads that are always changing. As you get closer to the vent, you notice little trinkets surrounding it, clearly marking another dragon's territory: dolomite geodes, firestarters, cerdae sparkles. There is giggling from inside the vent. A small pearlcatcher, no more than a few months old, peers over the edge before laughing once again and ducking back down. You continue to approach.
Just as you're reaching the wall of the vent, the pearlcatcher leaps out from inside and lands on top of you.
"Gotcha! You got tricked!" He chuckles once more. "I have a riddle for you, if you can answer this, I'll let you go. What dances without legs, eats without a mouth, and dies when it drinks?"
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[font=calibri][size=4]Ignatius grinned from ear to ear, snickering under his breath at your answer. You solved his riddle.
"You are correct! You must be very intelligent to have made it this far. Your journey is almost done," he giggles, "but, uh, I wouldn't know anything about that."
The pearlcatcher winks dramatically and fake innocently drops an object beside him. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
"Oops," he whispers, nearly snickering again. "How did that get there? Well it wouldn't be my fault if someone were to pick it up and follow its scent, now would it? That would be completely out of my claws."
He winks exaggeratedly once more with an ecstatic smile then turns away and hops back into his vent. The dragons of this lair truly are strange.[/font][/size]
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[font=calibri][size=4]You find yourself in a secluded part of the Molten Scar. A gentle breeze blows against you. It is calm and soothing, and you hear the soft sound of waves breaking against a volcanic shore. Looking up, you notice obsidian rock hanging over you, forming a cliff. Before you lies the ocean. You are on the east coast of the Ashfall Waste, a mysterious beach you've never heard of. The moon shines brightly, casting a pale blue over the shore and you remember the first night when you encountered Mortem, recalling the new moon that night. How long have you been here?
You hear an abrupt splash from the ocean, louder than the breaking of the waves, and it draws your attention to the ocean. A skydancer dragon emerges, covered in seaweed and... are those fins?
"My name is Aegaeon. I am the keeper of storms, the serpent of the sea. I know what you are here for, and I'm afraid I can not help you. Material possessions are for those who do not fully understand the value of life and love. I can, however, provide you with knowledge. I propose a question to you. What has a floor without walls and currents with no electricity?"
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[font=calibri][size=4]Aegaeon smiles from ear to ear at your answer. You solved his riddle.
"You are very wise. You have come a long way, you must be home sick. I will send you on your way now. But not without one final clue."
The skydancer grasps a small object between his talons and tosses it onto the shore in front of you. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
"Follow the scent," he whispers, and waltzes back into the ocean, disappearing within the midnight waves.
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[font=calibri][size=4]You enter a pristine room accented with spotless white walls and waxed wooden floors. It is obvious that cleanliness is of utmost importance to whoever manages this place. There are dozens of animal hides and silky cloth strewn across the floor in organized piles, seats of course. One wall is adorned with pictures, papers, and miscellaneous bits of information pinned to a large wooden board. An investigation?
At the front of the room is a tall wooden podium and on top of it rests a half-full ink-pot along with some parchment. A skydancer is stood behind it, scribbling away with the feather quill. He seems incredibly invested in his work, so much so he didn't even hear you arrive. He sighs ruefully and rubs at his eyes beneath his glasses. Upon looking up, he finally spots you.
"Ah, hello there. It is good to see a lovely face." The dragon smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. The wrinkles on his face indicate that he is older than his years, incredibly wise and definitely tired beyond belief. "I am Candor. My name means truth, as that is all I can speak. I am in charge of all legal matters involving our clan."
He spares a quick glance at the information board behind him, then clears his throat and snaps, causing every page and picture to fade, all going blank. The matter must be private then.
Candor quickly crosses to a cabinet tucked into the corner of the room. He rummages through one of the drawers before emerging with an item and trotting over to you.
"Take this, it will guide you. And please, for the love of Flameforger, tell him I am far too busy to participate in games." While he is not angry, the skydancer is clearly exasperated. Who this frustration is directed towards, you don't know, but it is apparent that you will soon find out.[/font][/size]
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[font=calibri][size=4]You arrive in a secluded part of the Molten Scar. It is calm and soothing, a gentle breeze blows against you.and you hear the soft sound of waves breaking against the shore. Looking up, you notice dried obsidian and volcanic rock hanging over you, forming a cliff. Before you lies the ocean. You are on the east coast of the Ashfall Waste, a mysterious beach you've never heard of.
"Hello." A majestic wildclaw approaches you. His skin is adorned with silver markings and jewelry. Along the length of his wings, the moon. Not just a marking, but a real moon, shining brightly with fluffy clouds drifting in front of it.
"I am the guardian of the moon. I protect it from harm. Should I consider you a threat?" he asks you calmly. He has an aura that projects a feeling of power, controlled and focused. He does not act unkind but you have no doubt that he will fight to protect what he must.
You tell him who you are, what you've been doing, and that the last thing you remember is drinking some strange liquid. You don't know how you got here.
"Pestilence's work, I take it. You should be more careful. Stranger's can be dangerous."
He does not let his guard down or relax, even with the newfound information.
"I will help guide you on your way, if you can answer a question for me. What shines without reflecting, can die without living, and could kill us all but without it we would perish?"
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[font=calibri][size=4]The wildclaw smiles from ear to ear at your answer. You solved his riddle.
"You are very wise. You have come a long way, you must be home sick. I will send you on your way now. But not without one final clue."
The wildclaw grasps a small object between his talons and tosses it onto the shore in front of you. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
"Follow the scent," he whispers, and vanishes as quickly as he appeared.[/font][/size]
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[font=calibri][size=4]You stumble upon a vast open field, tall grass swaying in the light wind. The moon shines brightly, casting a pale blue over the meadow, and you remember the first night when you encountered Mortem, recalling the new moon that night. How long have you been here?
Around you, crickets chirp and owls hoot. Between the blades of grass, you spot lightning bugs minding their business in the relative darkness. It is a beautiful, peaceful night.
"I couldn't agree more."
A large imperial dragon approaches you, the epitome of grace and beauty. He walks with power but his eyes show kindness. The patterns on his skin imply he is something otherly, out-of-this-world. Flower blossoms float around him in the breeze. They almost seem to be following him, and for a moment, you wonder if they are. You catch a glimpse of something bright along the line of one of his wings: an eclipse. It can't possibly be real, but you can see the moon as it glides in front of the sun ever so slowly. What does it mean?
"I am Dionysus, the god of nature. I am thousands of years old and the source of all life on this side of the Molten Scar."
He inhales deeply. You follow his lead. The air is fresh and full of the rich smell of sweet grass. It should be impossible for these plants to grow in the Ashfall Waste, but here they are regardless, defying all known laws of nature.
"I know why you are here," he whispers, an almost tired smile on his face. "It has been a long and treacherous journey, I'm sure. But I'm afraid I can't help you. It's time for me to go."
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[font=calibri][size=4]You wander through the fire forest, unsure of where exactly you are or are meant to be. It's been a long and treacherous journey. You have been without food and water for days. Just when it seems things couldn't get any worse, you stumble upon what appears to be a graveyard. Bones of all kinds lie scattered ungracefully around the area. They crunch beneath your feet. Who could possibly live here?
"So, you made it out alive, did you?"
The imperial from the start of this maze emerges, waltzing towards you with a bored look on his face.
"A shame, really. I was hoping for a bit more fun." He almost seems to be... pouting?
"All well. I suppose you've endured enough. You've proven you are brave enough to survive our clan, and for that, I must reward you."
The imperial stands before you now, staring into your eyes, his own glowing with passion. He lifts one claw, a puff of smoke appearing before dissolving to reveal a small gift between his nails. Mortem drops the item at your feet, a sly grin growing on his face as he whispers two words.
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trick or-treat 2018
Background: Trick-or-Treat is an annual event taking place in October, where players' dragons visit each others lairs in search of "treats." This is my lair's small adventure for visiting treaters.The following dragons (in order of appearance) have stories in this post: |
Mortem • Unnamed • Pestilence • Proditor • Shedim • Akihiko • Serenity
Elwyn • Akihiko • Neo • Loki • Ignatius • Aegaeon • Candor
Unnamed • Dionysus
| _________________{ introduction }_______ |
Mortem emerges from the shadows. It is a dark night, a new moon, and all is quiet except for the heaviness of his breath. This part of the boarder is farthest from the light, the nearest lantern nearly 30 feet away. It shadows the imperial's face.
His bright arcane eyes are the only visible part of him in the eternal night.
"Hello there." His words are slow, pronounced and his voice is smoother than silk, creepy enough to send shivers down any dragon's spine. His eyes slowly scan the length of Rivai's figure.
"So you want a treat, do you? I see." He squints, and he can sense the imperial's hostility, though his voice remains passive. "You seem to be a persistent little dragon," he hisses, nearly spitting the words. "But, we don't hand out freebies around here. If you want a treat, you have to work for it."
What does he mean? Work for it...?
"You have two options. You can either run along home, if you can find the way." He smirks. "Or, we can play a game."
His voice is much lower now, close to a growl. Massive, shining claws click against one another in an impatient gesture. And just when it seemed the physical embodiment of Death himself couldn't get any scarier, his eyes begin to glow a violent red.
"The choice is yours, little one."
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"Ah, you've chosen to continue. Only the bravest of warriors dare enter our lair. You're considered courageous amongst your clan, I hope. For your sake." His eyes darken once more, the shadows shrouding the rest of his face from view but from the looks of it, he seems to be... grinning."Choose a path. To your left, the path to the outskirts of our clan. There you will find one of the most well-known dragons in all of the Molten Scar."
He gestures to a dirt road, lined with overgrown trees and bushes, but the path is flat and clearly well-worn. Upon closer inspection, small piles of soft feathers can be seen periodically... that can't be a good sign.
"To your right, the route to one of our lair's highly distinguished residents. Careful not to look him in the eye though. Those who do are never the same."
He waves again, this time in the direction of a carefully paved stone street. It is clean and pristine, clearly well-taken care of, but sharp-looking animal claws lie discarded along the sides of the road.
The imperial grins once again, and within an instant, he has vanished into the shadows, leaving no trace that he truly was there at all.
| ________________{ feathered path }______ |
"Oh, hello there! Welcome darling, come in, come in."
She beckons you towards a corner of the cave covered in soft-looking animal-hides. You sit.
"So hun, what brings you here today?" She peers at you curiously, until realization surfaces. "Oh, Mortem sent you, didn't he? Gosh, that boy. Always getting into trouble! He puts on a scary face, but between you and me, he really is a big teddy bear!"
The dragon crosses the room to a small table you hadn't earlier noticed. It is adorned with a shining crystal ball and a set of tarot cards. She reaches for the latter, sighing wistfully with a fond smile.
"Illusion got these for me for my birthday last year. So cute," she whispers. The pearlcatcher clears her throat. "Anyway, I really must get you on your way. I will splay the cards out in front of you. They have pictures on them. Choose the one that feels right."
| ________________{ clawed path }________ |
The unpleasant scratching sound of nails on tile resonates from the back of the lab. A pearlcatcher emerges, his face obscured from view behind a metal mask. He approaches the stranger. He appears wary, but curious none the less.
"Another patient? You don't have plague, do you?"
He squints apprehensively, scans the dragon before him, and, seeming satisfied, relaxes and opens to a more welcoming stance.
"You look well enough. Why are you here?"
You tell him the truth of your adventure, leaving out no details from your previous encounter with Mortem.
"Ah, trick-or-treating. Child's play. I'll indulge you this once, but I won't be bothered further."
He crosses to one of the tables, grabbing two test tubes from the many present.
"Drink one, but be careful which you choose. You never know what could happen with strange potions."
| _________________{ antler card }________ |
The floor creaks under the weight of a large dragon, the soft scratching of nails on wood reaching your ears. A skydancer comes into view. He is alarmed and frightened at your presence.
"What... what are you... how did you get in here?"
You answer his question and the dragon seems to relax, if only a bit.
"A trick-or-treater. Of course. Well, I don't have anything for you, 'cept for a couple of old belts. I'm not sure how valuable they'll be to you, but maybe someone else can help you. I have bigger problems."
He retrieves some material beside the nest, thrusting it into your arms and ushering you out. As you leave, you realize he never told you his name. Strange...
| _________________{ scythe card }________ |
Standing off to one side of the mountain of jewels is a terrifyingly beautiful dark imperial. He inspects you with an unreadable expression and soulless eyes. It's impossible to tell what he's thinking. The dragon takes several steps forward, never breaking eye contact.
"So you're the treater Mortem told me about. Welcome to my humble abode," he mutters, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't know what exactly you want from me. I'm not doing to give you any of my jewels if that's what you're thinking."
He runs a long, narrow claw between the treasure at his feet, watching spare coins trickle from the pile and tumble beneath his feet.
"I suppose I could entertain you, though. Answer this riddle for me:
What is greater than God, more evil than the devil, the poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it, you'll die?"
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Nothing. That was the answer you had given. Shedim couldn't help but smile at the result. You solved his riddle."Well done. You have come a long way and proven you are not only powerful, but intelligent as well. I must send you on your way now, and my blessing with you."
He grins widely at his choice of words. The blessing of a devil, what a gift.
As the looming imperial turns to leave the now unwelcome visitor, a small object slips from between his talons. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
"Oops," the retreating form whispers, half turning to wink at you. "Follow the scent." You hear his words, but his mouth doesn't move. The dragons in this lair truly are strange.
| _________________{ helmet card }_______ |
You hear soft footsteps behind you. Turning to the source of the noise, you see a sanguine imperial, frozen in shock.
"Um, hello. I'm Akihiko." He chuckles nervously, before furrowing his eyebrows and slowly reaching for the sword sheathed at his side. "And you are?"
He seems nervous, defensive but not hostile or unfriendly. You explain to him your ordeal, that you've been searching for a treat for some days now. He nods along to your words, still hesitant but he appears to be easing up.
"Right," he speaks once you've finished. "Well, there are no treats here, all we have is supplies and armor. Unless..."
Akihiko reaches for two matching spears hanging from hooks on the walls.
"You may need one of these. I'm not sure if you have a weapon of your own, but I'd rather be safe than sorry. The Molten Scar can be a dangerous place. And while all the inhabitants of this clan are friendly once you get to know them, they don't react to well to strangers."
He orients the spears in his claws, presenting the hilts to you. You notice that while they are similar -- clearly pieces of a set -- they are different in minute ways. One is made from stone, an iridescent sword cut from the finest of moonstone; it can penetrate practically anything. The other is a fire-forged spear, the kind of blade that only highly trained fire dragons can create. They are forged using a furnace that heats past the temperature of the sun and they stay that hot for their duration in the world. Two incredibly valuable spears; how can you possibly choose?
"Do not fret. Just follow your instincts. The blade will choose you."
| _______________{ orange potion }______ |
"Ah, you're awake. I wasn't sure how long you would be out. My name is Serenity. I am the official messenger of our clan, and the unofficial peacekeeper. I am also in charge of our lair's archives. No information gets in or out without me knowing about it."
She smiles warmly at you.
"I suppose you're here for a treat then. Elwyn told me all about trick-or-treating. I'm afraid I don't have anything for you."
She sighs, looking disdained. Elwyn had explained the event to her, but never had Serenity anticipated she would be partaking in it. If only she had more time to prepare.
"I guess I'll have to send you on your way then! I know two dragons that will no doubt have something special in store for you!"
The wildclaw opens the filing cabinet and retrieves two large scrolls. She opens each, seems satisfied with the contents, and then presents them to you.
"The directions to both dragon's homes, wouldn't want you to get lost! Just pick one, and be on your way. Good luck!"
| _______________{ purple potion }_______ |
Sitting atop the pile is a large golden imperial, snoring away soundly. On one inhale, his breath hitches with a snort and the dragon wakes himself up. He groans. Not enough beauty sleep, presumably. He spots the strange dragon standing at the entrance to his cave and after an apprehensive moment, he smiles.
"Hi there. Can I help you with something?"
The imperial stands up, stretches, and leaps down to the bottom of the pile in front of you.
You explain to him who you are and why you're here.
"Alright, alright. You want a treat then? I'm afraid I can't spare any, Shedim would have my head." He chuckles fondly. "But I can give you offer you a stone. Choose wisely, they'll either lead you to treasures or tricks."
He reaches down into the pile and grasps two gemstones between his claws, presenting them to you.
"Happy Halloween. Have fun, and be careful."
| ___________________{ red belt }_________ |
Out of nowhere, you feel a long blade pressed against your back and a dragon's presence behind you. He sneaked up on you without a sound. Impossible.
"You do not belong here," the assailant whispers, leaning in closer to look at your face. When he spies your profile and realizes who you are, he hesitantly retreats, sheathing the blade that had previously been threatening you.
"You're a visitor. I was told about the lot of you." He rolls his eyes. "An unnecessary risk, if you ask me. Allowing strangers into our home," he mutters, huffs. After several seconds, the skydancer recollects himself, replacing the annoyance on his face with a stoic expression.
"I am Elodin, from a line of noble samurais who are bred to protect the Japanese emperor. In other words, I am Akihiko's bodyguard. I will lay my life down for his in the face of any intruder, and you," he spits, "are no exception."
Elodin stares into your eyes for a long moment, never breaking eye contact, before he speaks again. His voice is slightly softer, empathetic, but no less powerful.
"I will not partake in any activity that could put my loved ones in danger, and I will not apologize for that. Take this collar."
He reaches for a stand placed on top of the cupboard covered in pieces of war jewelry. Despite their elegant appearances, it is obvious they are not for show. Bracelets armed with minuscule crossbows, tiny bottle pendants filled with fairy dust, even the collar he holds out to you is adorned with sharp spikes that could pierce even the thickest dragon skin. You wonder who it belongs to.
"Tell him I sent you. He'll know what to do. Now please, go." He hesitates for a moment and, if you didn't know any better, you'd guess he was pleading. His final word is spoken in a gentle, chilling voice.
"Leave."
| __________________{ blue belt }_________ |
You hear the heavy clinking of metal against stone. A skydancer enters, walking mechanically. His body is covered in metal, a creature that is half dragon, half robot. He spots the stranger in his doorway and attempts what appears to be a smile.
"Hello, I am Neo," the dragon speaks in a robotic manner. "Are you here to partake in our latest experiment?"
You are lesd than enthused, to say the least. Neo notices your reaction, head tilting to the side with confusion. He does not compute.
"You do not agree." The dragon looks down, eyes glassing over as he internally searches his database, trying to find a reason for your presence.
"You are here to trick-or-treat," he notes after several moments. It is a statement, not a question. He is sure this time.
"I am not very good at these... games," the skydancer stumbles over his words, trying to speak in a way that might make the stranger feel more at home. "I cannot help you. But perhaps he can."
Neo turns to one of the numerous shelves lining the walls, reaching for a black and red collar, and presents it to you.
"Enjoy your holiday."
| __________________{ white spear }_______ |
As you are examining the room, you feel a gentle tapping on your right shoulder, but when you turn to look, you find only open air. Strange. Did you imagine it? Several moments go by in peace before a small vase falls from the ceiling to your left, shattering against the pristine white floor. This isn't right. Maybe it's time to go. A loud giggle echoes throughout the room.
Three things happen in quick succession. If you had blinked, you would have missed it. With a small popping sound, a purple portal appears in front of you. A beautiful skydancer dragon materializes, before the portal closes within an instant, a lingering puff of purple smoke the only indication that the portal had been there at all.
"I am Loki, a trickster and a troublemaker, as some like to refer to me. I also guard the dreams and nightmares of all dragons in our clan." There is an arrogant air about him and it is clear that the dragon is proud of his name and title. "Now that you've come into my home, you may not leave. Unless," Loki smirks, "you can answer my riddle. What will spin you a story free of charge, can entertain you for an eve but you'll forget it, and can not hurt you but may scare you nonetheless?"
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Loki grinned from ear to ear at your answer. You solved his riddle.
"You are very wise. You have come a long way, you must be home sick. I will send you on your way now. But not without one final clue."
The skydancer grasps a small object between his talons. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
He tosses it to the floor in front of you, never coming close enough to touch you. Weird.
"Follow the scent," he whispers, and within the blink of an eye, he has vanished.
| ___________________{ black spear }_______ |
Just as you're reaching the wall of the vent, the pearlcatcher leaps out from inside and lands on top of you.
"Gotcha! You got tricked!" He chuckles once more. "I have a riddle for you, if you can answer this, I'll let you go. What dances without legs, eats without a mouth, and dies when it drinks?"
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Ignatius grinned from ear to ear, snickering under his breath at your answer. You solved his riddle."You are correct! You must be very intelligent to have made it this far. Your journey is almost done," he giggles, "but, uh, I wouldn't know anything about that."
The pearlcatcher winks dramatically and fake innocently drops an object beside him. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
"Oops," he whispers, nearly snickering again. "How did that get there? Well it wouldn't be my fault if someone were to pick it up and follow its scent, now would it? That would be completely out of my claws."
He winks exaggeratedly once more with an ecstatic smile then turns away and hops back into his vent. The dragons of this lair truly are strange.
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You hear an abrupt splash from the ocean, louder than the breaking of the waves, and it draws your attention to the ocean. A skydancer dragon emerges, covered in seaweed and... are those fins?
"My name is Aegaeon. I am the keeper of storms, the serpent of the sea. I know what you are here for, and I'm afraid I can not help you. Material possessions are for those who do not fully understand the value of life and love. I can, however, provide you with knowledge. I propose a question to you. What has a floor without walls and currents with no electricity?"
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Aegaeon smiles from ear to ear at your answer. You solved his riddle."You are very wise. You have come a long way, you must be home sick. I will send you on your way now. But not without one final clue."
The skydancer grasps a small object between his talons and tosses it onto the shore in front of you. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
"Follow the scent," he whispers, and waltzes back into the ocean, disappearing within the midnight waves.
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At the front of the room is a tall wooden podium and on top of it rests a half-full ink-pot along with some parchment. A skydancer is stood behind it, scribbling away with the feather quill. He seems incredibly invested in his work, so much so he didn't even hear you arrive. He sighs ruefully and rubs at his eyes beneath his glasses. Upon looking up, he finally spots you.
"Ah, hello there. It is good to see a lovely face." The dragon smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. The wrinkles on his face indicate that he is older than his years, incredibly wise and definitely tired beyond belief. "I am Candor. My name means truth, as that is all I can speak. I am in charge of all legal matters involving our clan."
He spares a quick glance at the information board behind him, then clears his throat and snaps, causing every page and picture to fade, all going blank. The matter must be private then.
Candor quickly crosses to a cabinet tucked into the corner of the room. He rummages through one of the drawers before emerging with an item and trotting over to you.
"Take this, it will guide you. And please, for the love of Flameforger, tell him I am far too busy to participate in games." While he is not angry, the skydancer is clearly exasperated. Who this frustration is directed towards, you don't know, but it is apparent that you will soon find out.
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"Hello." A majestic wildclaw approaches you. His skin is adorned with silver markings and jewelry. Along the length of his wings, the moon. Not just a marking, but a real moon, shining brightly with fluffy clouds drifting in front of it.
"I am the guardian of the moon. I protect it from harm. Should I consider you a threat?" he asks you calmly. He has an aura that projects a feeling of power, controlled and focused. He does not act unkind but you have no doubt that he will fight to protect what he must.
You tell him who you are, what you've been doing, and that the last thing you remember is drinking some strange liquid. You don't know how you got here.
"Pestilence's work, I take it. You should be more careful. Stranger's can be dangerous."
He does not let his guard down or relax, even with the newfound information.
"I will help guide you on your way, if you can answer a question for me. What shines without reflecting, can die without living, and could kill us all but without it we would perish?"
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The wildclaw smiles from ear to ear at your answer. You solved his riddle."You are very wise. You have come a long way, you must be home sick. I will send you on your way now. But not without one final clue."
The wildclaw grasps a small object between his talons and tosses it onto the shore in front of you. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a black and red collar covered in spikes sharp enough to pierce a dragon's skin. Any intellectual would be wary of such a weapon.
"Follow the scent," he whispers, and vanishes as quickly as he appeared.
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Around you, crickets chirp and owls hoot. Between the blades of grass, you spot lightning bugs minding their business in the relative darkness. It is a beautiful, peaceful night.
"I couldn't agree more."
A large imperial dragon approaches you, the epitome of grace and beauty. He walks with power but his eyes show kindness. The patterns on his skin imply he is something otherly, out-of-this-world. Flower blossoms float around him in the breeze. They almost seem to be following him, and for a moment, you wonder if they are. You catch a glimpse of something bright along the line of one of his wings: an eclipse. It can't possibly be real, but you can see the moon as it glides in front of the sun ever so slowly. What does it mean?
"I am Dionysus, the god of nature. I am thousands of years old and the source of all life on this side of the Molten Scar."
He inhales deeply. You follow his lead. The air is fresh and full of the rich smell of sweet grass. It should be impossible for these plants to grow in the Ashfall Waste, but here they are regardless, defying all known laws of nature.
"I know why you are here," he whispers, an almost tired smile on his face. "It has been a long and treacherous journey, I'm sure. But I'm afraid I can't help you. It's time for me to go."
The imperial turns and walks away, fading into the mist. However, he's left behind a small object.
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"So, you made it out alive, did you?"
The imperial from the start of this maze emerges, waltzing towards you with a bored look on his face.
"A shame, really. I was hoping for a bit more fun." He almost seems to be... pouting?
"All well. I suppose you've endured enough. You've proven you are brave enough to survive our clan, and for that, I must reward you."
The imperial stands before you now, staring into your eyes, his own glowing with passion. He lifts one claw, a puff of smoke appearing before dissolving to reveal a small gift between his nails. Mortem drops the item at your feet, a sly grin growing on his face as he whispers two words.
"Now run."
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[list][*][size=4][font=calibri]Clan director, meaning his job is to organize visitations
[*]A demi-god and brother to Dionysus, however he was believed to have died before birth
[*]He is quite the party-goer and, given the chance, will pull almost anyone onto the dance floor (visitors beware)
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- He is quite the party-goer and, given the chance, will pull almost anyone onto the dance floor (visitors beware)
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[list][*][size=4][font=calibri]Our resident "gardener," Dionysus is responsible for all life in our territory
[*]Born a demi-god and brother to Kanonas, Dionysus was appointed the god of vegetation by their father, Zeus
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- Our resident "gardener," Dionysus is responsible for all life in our territory
- Born a demi-god and brother to Kanonas, Dionysus was appointed the god of vegetation by their father, Zeus
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