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TOPIC | The UnderLair [ANCIENT BREED LORE]
[center][size=7][font=Mistral]THE UNDERLAIR[/size] [size=5][font=Mistral]A Hidden Refuge for Ancient Breeds[/size][/font] [color=green][size=5][font=timesnewroman][b]Nestled close to the Behemoth is an odd little colony of dragons known as TLoMR- The Lair of Many References. Home to a colourful menagerie of dragons from Sornieth and beyond, it is a welcoming place with plentiful bounties. What many don't know is that underneath the Lair of Many References, a whole new world has come to light. And it all started in the depths of the Southern Icefield...[/font][/b][/color][/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=309201&tab=dragon&did=52465980][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=129&bodygene=39&breed=17&element=8&eyetype=0&gender=0&tert=26&tertgene=34&winggene=29&wings=7&auth=6395d0941617beeda004d953617d6e6043da87a6&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url] [center][color=orangered][font=Eurostile][size=4]My name is Pluto and I am an exile. It was not my fault, not entirely, but I have no hatred towards my Old Lair or my Father. We Gaolers take our jobs seriously and have little margin for error. Being a Sentinel guarantees demotion or expulsion should we fail. Scapegoats for matters both menial and severe are common, and even I was guilty of such accusations in my youth. No dragon, Old Kind or not, is perfect. It happened on a relatively ordinary day. I say day because deep underground we have a rather skewed understanding of time. Regardless, it was my turn to guard the World Pillar Fragment. Father was resting and all was well. Until IT escaped. All it took was one careless Keeper and an exploited opportunity. The tunnels were soon overrun with an infestation of Shade creatures, most of them small but with the odd larger one leading the charge. The sheer might of the horde meant that all Sentinels (few in number) were called to defend Father, even me. My brethren and I fought valiantly to keep them from reaching Father, but in the process the Fragment was besieged and broken into several pieces. I got the blame of course, despite having little choice but to heed the call of duty. As I said though, it’s just the way things worked. Father, awoken by the commotion and angered by the mess, not only banished me but demoted the ones responsible for the containment breach. He was, and still is, as harsh and cold as the Icefield that birthed him. The whole fiasco was a disgrace, he had made us to PREVENT such chaos from happening. On my way out I picked up a small part of the Pillar and fashioned it into a primitive necklace as a reminder of my dishonourable discharge. As I wandered far from the only home I had ever known, I noticed that the Old Ways of doing things had been all but erased. No longer was the world ravaged by the Shade, but there was a new tension in the air. I could smell it. I could see it in the eyes of those I came across, new breeds who treated me warily and refused to explain their cultures to me. I was too different, too far removed from petty squabbles to be approachable. I carried on wandering, disheartened by my lonely predicament, until I met Charon. Charon was, and still is, a rather inspirational fellow. Quiet and soft spoken, he approached me as I entered the Viridian Labyrinth. I had a feeling that he was waiting for more of Us, more of the Old Kind. His demeanour was about as revealing as the trees around him, but his eyes held a flicker of determination. An aura of importance surrounded him. He smelled almost divine, like my Father and yet...different. Similar. I have heard tales of the Other Gods, how they warred in their own time and made their own children. These things combined commanded my full attention. So, when he spoke to me in those velvety, dulcet tones I listened. He had a dwelling he said, a place where we could be at peace from the confusing diplomacy of the lands above. He led me here and gave me food, shelter and a proposition. He would give me his home, he said, if I turned it into a refuge. A safe haven for the Old Kind to live far removed from the turmoil above. He would act as a Guide, he said, a beacon for lost souls to follow through unfamiliar scenery and down into our peaceful abyss. I asked him why it had to be me. After all, I am naught but a glorified sentry. I will never forgot what he said to me though. He said, with all the wisdom of an old soul stuck in a young body, [b][i]“Pluto my friend, Fate is a fickle thing. Sometimes the roles we are destined for are the ones we least expect to have.”[/i][/b] Thus, my sorry tale is at an end. Around my neck remains the Fragment of Father’s pillar, as it should always be, but now it holds a different meaning. It is a testament to my goals and to my new life’s work. The world has changed and so too must I, but I must not forget my past either. Charon has promised to help me, and he does so regularly. I cannot thank him enough. The Old Ways must never be forgotten but, that does not mean exclusion should be a regular practice. All Old Kinds deserve a second chance. So, to those of you who are lost, those of you who are scorned by the ones with no patience for the Old Kind, know this. I welcome you into my world with open claws. The land above us is a cruel and unforgiving place, but you will always have a refuge here. You are my children now. I will keep you safe.[/font][/color][/size][/center] [rule] [rule] [center][size=7][b][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2374767]TLoMR LORE AND FACTIONS REDIRECTS HERE[/url][/b][/size][/center] [center][color=blue][SIZE=6][b][i][U]OCs and Fandragons are NOT part of this lore. [/b][/I][/U][/SIZE][/color] [rule] [center][color=blue][SIZE=6][b][i][U][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2368856#post_2368856]NON-LORE DRAGON CATALOGUE[/url][/b][/I][/U][/SIZE][/color]
THE UNDERLAIR
A Hidden Refuge for Ancient Breeds

Nestled close to the Behemoth is an odd little colony of dragons known as TLoMR- The Lair of Many References. Home to a colourful menagerie of dragons from Sornieth and beyond, it is a welcoming place with plentiful bounties. What many don't know is that underneath the Lair of Many References, a whole new world has come to light.

And it all started in the depths of the Southern Icefield...


dragon?age=1&body=129&bodygene=39&breed=17&element=8&eyetype=0&gender=0&tert=26&tertgene=34&winggene=29&wings=7&auth=6395d0941617beeda004d953617d6e6043da87a6&dummyext=prev.png
My name is Pluto and I am an exile. It was not my fault, not entirely, but I have no hatred towards my Old Lair or my Father. We Gaolers take our jobs seriously and have little margin for error. Being a Sentinel guarantees demotion or expulsion should we fail. Scapegoats for matters both menial and severe are common, and even I was guilty of such accusations in my youth. No dragon, Old Kind or not, is perfect.

It happened on a relatively ordinary day. I say day because deep underground we have a rather skewed understanding of time. Regardless, it was my turn to guard the World Pillar Fragment. Father was resting and all was well. Until IT escaped. All it took was one careless Keeper and an exploited opportunity. The tunnels were soon overrun with an infestation of Shade creatures, most of them small but with the odd larger one leading the charge. The sheer might of the horde meant that all Sentinels (few in number) were called to defend Father, even me. My brethren and I fought valiantly to keep them from reaching Father, but in the process the Fragment was besieged and broken into several pieces. I got the blame of course, despite having little choice but to heed the call of duty. As I said though, it’s just the way things worked. Father, awoken by the commotion and angered by the mess, not only banished me but demoted the ones responsible for the containment breach. He was, and still is, as harsh and cold as the Icefield that birthed him. The whole fiasco was a disgrace, he had made us to PREVENT such chaos from happening. On my way out I picked up a small part of the Pillar and fashioned it into a primitive necklace as a reminder of my dishonourable discharge.

As I wandered far from the only home I had ever known, I noticed that the Old Ways of doing things had been all but erased. No longer was the world ravaged by the Shade, but there was a new tension in the air. I could smell it. I could see it in the eyes of those I came across, new breeds who treated me warily and refused to explain their cultures to me. I was too different, too far removed from petty squabbles to be approachable. I carried on wandering, disheartened by my lonely predicament, until I met Charon. Charon was, and still is, a rather inspirational fellow. Quiet and soft spoken, he approached me as I entered the Viridian Labyrinth. I had a feeling that he was waiting for more of Us, more of the Old Kind. His demeanour was about as revealing as the trees around him, but his eyes held a flicker of determination. An aura of importance surrounded him. He smelled almost divine, like my Father and yet...different. Similar. I have heard tales of the Other Gods, how they warred in their own time and made their own children. These things combined commanded my full attention. So, when he spoke to me in those velvety, dulcet tones I listened.

He had a dwelling he said, a place where we could be at peace from the confusing diplomacy of the lands above. He led me here and gave me food, shelter and a proposition. He would give me his home, he said, if I turned it into a refuge. A safe haven for the Old Kind to live far removed from the turmoil above. He would act as a Guide, he said, a beacon for lost souls to follow through unfamiliar scenery and down into our peaceful abyss. I asked him why it had to be me. After all, I am naught but a glorified sentry. I will never forgot what he said to me though. He said, with all the wisdom of an old soul stuck in a young body, “Pluto my friend, Fate is a fickle thing. Sometimes the roles we are destined for are the ones we least expect to have.”

Thus, my sorry tale is at an end. Around my neck remains the Fragment of Father’s pillar, as it should always be, but now it holds a different meaning. It is a testament to my goals and to my new life’s work. The world has changed and so too must I, but I must not forget my past either. Charon has promised to help me, and he does so regularly. I cannot thank him enough. The Old Ways must never be forgotten but, that does not mean exclusion should be a regular practice. All Old Kinds deserve a second chance. So, to those of you who are lost, those of you who are scorned by the ones with no patience for the Old Kind, know this. I welcome you into my world with open claws. The land above us is a cruel and unforgiving place, but you will always have a refuge here. You are my children now. I will keep you safe.


OCs and Fandragons are NOT part of this lore.
[center][size=5][b][i][u]UNDERLAIR INHABITANTS[/b][i][/u][/size] [color=red][size=4][b][i][u]These are the dragons that are currently living in the UnderLair.[/b][/i][/u][/color][/size] [size=4][color=orangered][b]PLUTO: The Ruler[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52465980] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/524660/52465980_350.png[/img] [/url] CHARON: The Guide [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52465985] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/524660/52465985_350.png[/img] [/url] CERBERUS: The Gatekeeper [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52465803] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/524659/52465803_350.png[/img] [/url] ELYSIUM: The Physician [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52467883] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/524679/52467883_350.png[/img] [/url] PERSEPHONE: The Record Keeper [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52490396] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/524904/52490396_350.png[/img] [/url] [/color][/size]
UNDERLAIR INHABITANTS
These are the dragons that are currently living in the UnderLair.

PLUTO: The Ruler

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CHARON: The Guide

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CERBERUS: The Gatekeeper

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ELYSIUM: The Physician

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PERSEPHONE: The Record Keeper

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