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TOPIC | [LORE] The Aetherwoods II
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A spiral approaches, her scales a gentle lavender, juxtaposed by the erratic manifestation of energy that leaps from her scales in wild, flaring arcs. Here is a dragon whose Arcane magic bursts forth from her soul, brilliant yet unnervingly chaotic, true to the nature of her Flight.

She carries a weathered tome of ancient pages, brimming with text in scrawled handwriting in a language that is archaic and long forgotten. It contains the legends and lineages of a draconic folk from ages past. These are the practitioners of ancient magic, granted to them by a pantheon of buried gods. The kindred have since been scattered to the winds, but awakening forces have begun to draw them back together, to the epicenter of their creation in the Arcane lands.

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[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/620eadb85fcb16e2bc8dc8d87b260ccd.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/bc6e8769205fb74bc35a2257c722d085.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/map/icons/arcane_1.png[/img] [font=century gothic][size=4][b]The Aetherwoods[/b] is an expanse of woods within the Starfall Isles, enchanted by a magical barrier to conceal it and provide refuge to the dragons there, able to be located by those who have been plagued and persecuted. It is for the wanderers who are stricken of soul, who have plunged into the intoxicating depths of the Starwood Strand in hopes of the forest claiming them. They say that the ancient woods will show their favor to their chosen few, enveloping them and guiding them to their refuge. Here within the Aetherwoods, that spirit has inundated the land. For the lucky few who have been blessed by its magic, a guide will manifest seemingly from the lifeblood of the forest itself- a spirit who appears only just past dusk under the glow of a waxing moon. Those who woods have chosen will feel the pull to the Aetherwoods, and fate will lead them there eventually. It takes only time, and perhaps a slight bit of otherworldly magic. [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/857f1ee11189f7661585f84c42ac96fd.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/272551/27255084p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic][size=4][b]Hyperion[/b] is the leader of the Aetherwoods' dragons. He was aptly appointed so, as he was the one who raised the barrier to fortify the forest against the spread of dark magic, thus saving the fledgling Clan from its demise and securing him as a hero to the people. Hyperion was born to a prosperous Clan and studied at an elite academy in the purlieu of the Observatory, where he honed his craft as a mage. A specialist in battle casting, he joined the forces of the Arcanist in the war for dominance, but after returning from his duty, the spiral found no home and instead wandered the Strand in search of allies and a new life, leading to him and his fellow outcasts forming the Clan Saturn.[/columns] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/258220/25821983p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic][size=4][b]Arrossire[/b] is the fellow leader to Hyperion among the Aetherwoods. He was born among the Starwood Strand to a small tribe of dragons with culture and bloodlines deeply rooted in the land. Others outside their secluded land whispered about them, and their magic being tainted, or perhaps blessed, with an otherworldly touch. Indeed, the practices of Arrossire's people was intertwined with that of the Fair Folk, and Arrossire was named a knight and sent to serve as ambassador to the Court. He emerged Changed, and was outcast as cursed even to his own Clan. He then found and settled with Hyperion, who loved him despite the erratic nature of his magic.[/columns] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/267760/26775915p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic][size=4][b]Tove[/b] hails from the Crystalspine Reaches and was a classmate and dear friend of Hyperion in the elite academy of Arcane mages. They studied together, entwined in a web of Arcane academia's darkest secrets and underlying presence of dark magic within their campus' ancient strongholds. Above ground, she was a successful student, showing an affinity for alchemy, but her heart lies in the the often trivialized craft of dream magic. Despite her promise, Tove could not escape the allure of morally-dubious magic, setting up a seedy shop selling dream potions down some dark alley. She resurfaced in Hyperion's network of connections down the road, and she joined him and re purposed her skills as an alchemist in her new life within the Aetherwoods.
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The Aetherwoods is an expanse of woods within the Starfall Isles, enchanted by a magical barrier to conceal it and provide refuge to the dragons there, able to be located by those who have been plagued and persecuted. It is for the wanderers who are stricken of soul, who have plunged into the intoxicating depths of the Starwood Strand in hopes of the forest claiming them. They say that the ancient woods will show their favor to their chosen few, enveloping them and guiding them to their refuge. Here within the Aetherwoods, that spirit has inundated the land. For the lucky few who have been blessed by its magic, a guide will manifest seemingly from the lifeblood of the forest itself- a spirit who appears only just past dusk under the glow of a waxing moon. Those who woods have chosen will feel the pull to the Aetherwoods, and fate will lead them there eventually. It takes only time, and perhaps a slight bit of otherworldly magic.

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27255084p.png Hyperion is the leader of the Aetherwoods' dragons. He was aptly appointed so, as he was the one who raised the barrier to fortify the forest against the spread of dark magic, thus saving the fledgling Clan from its demise and securing him as a hero to the people. Hyperion was born to a prosperous Clan and studied at an elite academy in the purlieu of the Observatory, where he honed his craft as a mage. A specialist in battle casting, he joined the forces of the Arcanist in the war for dominance, but after returning from his duty, the spiral found no home and instead wandered the Strand in search of allies and a new life, leading to him and his fellow outcasts forming the Clan Saturn.

25821983p.png Arrossire is the fellow leader to Hyperion among the Aetherwoods. He was born among the Starwood Strand to a small tribe of dragons with culture and bloodlines deeply rooted in the land. Others outside their secluded land whispered about them, and their magic being tainted, or perhaps blessed, with an otherworldly touch. Indeed, the practices of Arrossire's people was intertwined with that of the Fair Folk, and Arrossire was named a knight and sent to serve as ambassador to the Court. He emerged Changed, and was outcast as cursed even to his own Clan. He then found and settled with Hyperion, who loved him despite the erratic nature of his magic.

26775915p.png Tove hails from the Crystalspine Reaches and was a classmate and dear friend of Hyperion in the elite academy of Arcane mages. They studied together, entwined in a web of Arcane academia's darkest secrets and underlying presence of dark magic within their campus' ancient strongholds. Above ground, she was a successful student, showing an affinity for alchemy, but her heart lies in the the often trivialized craft of dream magic. Despite her promise, Tove could not escape the allure of morally-dubious magic, setting up a seedy shop selling dream potions down some dark alley. She resurfaced in Hyperion's network of connections down the road, and she joined him and re purposed her skills as an alchemist in her new life within the Aetherwoods.
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[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/a4c4478fc3c5773895695f434cb245c1.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/a5bebf2fe53ccbd4366b41278810e3fc.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/map/icons/nature_2.png[/img] [size=4][font=century gothic]The Nature dragons of this wild and wonderous story hail from an enclave of devout apostles of the Gladekeeper, calling their ancient society The Order of The Druids. Their stronghold lies among the gnarled and untamed branches of the great Arborhome, where lanterns are strung upon its boughs and the members of the Order live and study within sprawling tree houses connected by suspended bridges nestled in its welcoming boughs. However idyllic their home may be, the roots of the Order are sick and rotting with corruption, for they have been poisoned by the Druids' leaders, vile figureheads who spout lies into their people to reduce them to vessels to fill with whatever they wish. But seeds that are sowed with malice will produced withered crops, and the leader's manipulation of the people have led to a rising insurrection and the escape of the lucky few. These are the dragons that tell the story of the malice that spreads in the heart of the Viridian Labyrinth. [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/ba478abf3e5cd8b09daf9efcaec934fd.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/324851/32485023p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic]Glade was born into the Order of The Druids, yet along the course of his studies, the young ridgeback began to display a dangerous curiosity towards their validity of their rhetoric, a behavior deemed disgraceful and for which he became perceived as an enemy of the organization. This was, of course, a desperate attempt at misdirecting a potential uprising into targeted anger. He was painted as a defector, a convict. Glade only sought the truth, and he was looking for them in all the things he had forsworn. However, trifling with things better left in slumber, only for the sake of spite, will surely lead to unintended consequences. Glade eventually stumbled upon a darker magic, and now it has begun to turn him into the monster that he was perceived to be.[/columns] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/230686/23068557p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic]Evergreen had grown up groomed as the model member of the Order of The Druids. Dedicated to its teachings due to his stubbornly strict moral code, he left little room for doubt. But doubt found him, and once planted, those seeds into like wrathful vines, choking the allegiance from the naive spiral as he watched the wretched victims of the Order's manipulation turn hollow. Having been deceived by the only sense of truth he knew, the equally blind anger that resulted led to a wholly irrational decision to embark upon a journey to track down the Order's greatest enemy. His carefully arranged morals required reconstruction, and so Evergreen vowed to find his definitions of the world far away. His pursuit of Glade led them both to the Aetherwoods, alarmed by the aura of dark magic emanating from the once purest of Nature souls.[/columns] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/479826/47982506p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic]Dryad is a complexity to define, as there exists both the foundling child of Evergreen and Glade, born among the Aetherwoods and a representation of a new generation that will grow safe and sheltered from the rot of the Order. However, their hatchling had been taken, despite the safeguards of Noctis' Hollow. She was taken, claimed by the Faerie Court as an unwilling tithe in exchange for the magic that the Court bestows upon the Aetherwoods. However, the Court is not cruel, and they had left behind a changeling to be raised in the true Dryad's place. Treated with constant suspicion, the changeling child and the draconic one beneath the Hill long for each other's places despite their shared identity.[/columns]
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The Nature dragons of this wild and wonderous story hail from an enclave of devout apostles of the Gladekeeper, calling their ancient society The Order of The Druids. Their stronghold lies among the gnarled and untamed branches of the great Arborhome, where lanterns are strung upon its boughs and the members of the Order live and study within sprawling tree houses connected by suspended bridges nestled in its welcoming boughs. However idyllic their home may be, the roots of the Order are sick and rotting with corruption, for they have been poisoned by the Druids' leaders, vile figureheads who spout lies into their people to reduce them to vessels to fill with whatever they wish. But seeds that are sowed with malice will produced withered crops, and the leader's manipulation of the people have led to a rising insurrection and the escape of the lucky few. These are the dragons that tell the story of the malice that spreads in the heart of the Viridian Labyrinth.

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32485023p.png Glade was born into the Order of The Druids, yet along the course of his studies, the young ridgeback began to display a dangerous curiosity towards their validity of their rhetoric, a behavior deemed disgraceful and for which he became perceived as an enemy of the organization. This was, of course, a desperate attempt at misdirecting a potential uprising into targeted anger. He was painted as a defector, a convict. Glade only sought the truth, and he was looking for them in all the things he had forsworn. However, trifling with things better left in slumber, only for the sake of spite, will surely lead to unintended consequences. Glade eventually stumbled upon a darker magic, and now it has begun to turn him into the monster that he was perceived to be.

23068557p.png Evergreen had grown up groomed as the model member of the Order of The Druids. Dedicated to its teachings due to his stubbornly strict moral code, he left little room for doubt. But doubt found him, and once planted, those seeds into like wrathful vines, choking the allegiance from the naive spiral as he watched the wretched victims of the Order's manipulation turn hollow. Having been deceived by the only sense of truth he knew, the equally blind anger that resulted led to a wholly irrational decision to embark upon a journey to track down the Order's greatest enemy. His carefully arranged morals required reconstruction, and so Evergreen vowed to find his definitions of the world far away. His pursuit of Glade led them both to the Aetherwoods, alarmed by the aura of dark magic emanating from the once purest of Nature souls.

47982506p.png Dryad is a complexity to define, as there exists both the foundling child of Evergreen and Glade, born among the Aetherwoods and a representation of a new generation that will grow safe and sheltered from the rot of the Order. However, their hatchling had been taken, despite the safeguards of Noctis' Hollow. She was taken, claimed by the Faerie Court as an unwilling tithe in exchange for the magic that the Court bestows upon the Aetherwoods. However, the Court is not cruel, and they had left behind a changeling to be raised in the true Dryad's place. Treated with constant suspicion, the changeling child and the draconic one beneath the Hill long for each other's places despite their shared identity.

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[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/12340971e14984cb2d0c3abef1c931f9.png[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/1343390024222d5f0af7fcb7f94474dc.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/layout/lair_icons/23.png[/img] [size=4][font=century gothic]Carved into the Cloudscape Crags, living in the kingdom of Frosthollow means a bitter existence for its residents. The land swirls with ranging winds and mountain cliffs that threaten to crumble into devastating land slides. But the land was not always this way. The elemental magic that teems here has always but fierce, but has not always been so cruel. The magic of ice is not meant to be locked away nor restrained, but the royal family has been drawing the magic from the land, and its denizens, for generations. They horde it for themselves to bolster their power and lengthen their lives. The land itself seeks to topple the royal lineage, but first, someone must answer its keening call.[/font][/size] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191230/c5e12067c99897d4465ebf9cb20a0f0e.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/354281/35428020p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic]In the kingdom of Frosthollow, the line of succession is never a guarantee. It is decided not by birth order, but by the fortitude of the king's kin. Reyft and her brother Karg were locked in a dangerous game from their births, as only one would be deemed worthy to rule -- and survive. Desperate to secure her reign, the princess summoned a deeply buried ancient magic to curse her brother. Although she has ascended, the dark energy she has summoned threatens to tear her kingdom apart.[/columns] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/320076/32007504p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic]Vespers hails from a small village of folk tales and rustic magic. She rose from this quiet existence to become the consort of the newly crowned queen, if not for love, than as a pawn in Reyft's desperate attempts to appease the dark entity plaguing the lands. The entity has split a sliver of its dark soul into Vespers body, attempting to use her as a living conduit of destruction.[/columns] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/354281/35428021p.png[/img][nextcol][font=century gothic]Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet[/columns]
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Carved into the Cloudscape Crags, living in the kingdom of Frosthollow means a bitter existence for its residents. The land swirls with ranging winds and mountain cliffs that threaten to crumble into devastating land slides. But the land was not always this way. The elemental magic that teems here has always but fierce, but has not always been so cruel. The magic of ice is not meant to be locked away nor restrained, but the royal family has been drawing the magic from the land, and its denizens, for generations. They horde it for themselves to bolster their power and lengthen their lives. The land itself seeks to topple the royal lineage, but first, someone must answer its keening call.

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35428020p.png In the kingdom of Frosthollow, the line of succession is never a guarantee. It is decided not by birth order, but by the fortitude of the king's kin. Reyft and her brother Karg were locked in a dangerous game from their births, as only one would be deemed worthy to rule -- and survive. Desperate to secure her reign, the princess summoned a deeply buried ancient magic to curse her brother. Although she has ascended, the dark energy she has summoned threatens to tear her kingdom apart.
32007504p.png Vespers hails from a small village of folk tales and rustic magic. She rose from this quiet existence to become the consort of the newly crowned queen, if not for love, than as a pawn in Reyft's desperate attempts to appease the dark entity plaguing the lands. The entity has split a sliver of its dark soul into Vespers body, attempting to use her as a living conduit of destruction.
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[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190828/b048fe15107d8382f1440214ea03259c.png[/img] [size=4][font=century gothic]On the Northeastern border of Noctis' Hollow grows an arboreal giant- the oldest tree in the expanse of the Aetherwoods. Beneath the surface, it digs its ancient roots into the soil, creating cavernous underground chambers that has become the home of the Clan's knowledge. Rows of shelves hold tomes and scrolls of histories, biographies, and lessons from brilliant scholars across Sornieth. [b]Click to read the stories of the dragons of the Aetherwoods, and the Clans beyond.[/b] [img]https://s1.postimg.cc/8bxqu6jyz3/B12_L.png[/img][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=261656&tab=dragon&did=27255084][img]https://i.postimg.cc/T24LXMS4/o58-d1-Ringsof-Saturn.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=261656&tab=dragon&did=23068557][img]https://i.postimg.cc/4NHKf2RN/o58-d2-Ringsof-Saturn.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=261656&tab=dragon&did=32485023][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydfJdwNW/o58-d3-Ringsof-Saturn.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=261656&tab=dragon&did=35428020][img]https://i.postimg.cc/q74gGkhz/o58-d4-Ringsof-Saturn.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=261656&did=32007504][img]https://i.postimg.cc/0NnjWLDZ/o58-d5-Ringsof-Saturn.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=261656&tab=dragon&did=32560050][img]https://i.imgur.com/5cW65Ab.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=261656&tab=dragon&did=26775915][img]https://i.imgur.com/90Wkaes.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=261656&tab=dragon&did=34110857][img]https://i.imgur.com/JwC5Vyq.png[/img][/url][img]https://s1.postimg.cc/50vcib8hjj/B12_R.png[/img][img]http://i.imgur.com/Hex0gCq.png[/img][/center]
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On the Northeastern border of Noctis' Hollow grows an arboreal giant- the oldest tree in the expanse of the Aetherwoods. Beneath the surface, it digs its ancient roots into the soil, creating cavernous underground chambers that has become the home of the Clan's knowledge. Rows of shelves hold tomes and scrolls of histories, biographies, and lessons from brilliant scholars across Sornieth.

Click to read the stories of the dragons of the Aetherwoods, and the Clans beyond.

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