Creative Corner

[columns][center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1471920#post_1471920][img]https://i.imgur.com/gtH9QgI.gif[/img][/url][/center][nextcol][center][size=6]UNDER CONSTRUCTION [color=#575757]» THE OCULUS «[/color][/size][/center] [center][size=4][color=#575757]The Hewn City | True Neutral | Sanctuary Clan[/color][/size][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [center]The clan only known as The Oculus by the surrounding territories is situated in an isolated part of the abandoned Hewn City, a swift stream breaking the Hewn City into two parts is their natural defense and marks the end of their claimed home. It is said that many years ago there had been another city located on the cliffs overlooking the Sea of a Thousands Currents but had been destroyed in a catastrophe and sunken into the depths of the Leviathan Trench. After this disaster the surviving dragons had stayed there and become part of the Hewn City only to loose another home years after. Today the shattered and abandoned structures are solely attributed to the Hewn City but an old weathered statue near the cliff side depicting a young person with a masked face reminds as a last memory of this lost city. The dragons living in the ruins have their own reasons for avoiding safer and friendlier territories, living in a perpetual twilight they have their own rhythms and traditions and have opened their home to whoever seeks a sanctuary. It is said only those that truly seek a home can live in this place of tragedy and that this is the reason the dragons there prefer watching instead of talking with the neighboring clans. The Oculus, they have taken to calling this strange home of mismatched creatures of whom not all are dragonkind, the eye that watches. [/center][/columns] -------------- [center][size=2][url=http://riseoftheflights.tumblr.com/post/141807270143/have-some-headersdividers-for-your-cute-dragon]coli dividers[/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=58148]code by Nimrook[/url][/size][/center]

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» Index «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns] » [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808#post_41737263]Territories[/url] » [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808#post_41737265]Factions[/url] » [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808#post_41737273]Patron Deity[/url] » [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808#post_41737281]Storyteller[/url] » [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808/1#post_41737316]Legends[/url] [indent][b]Myths:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808#post_41801591]A Tale of Endings and Beginnings[/url] [b]Folktales:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808#post_42460274]Of Bones and Wires [/url][/indent] » [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808#post_41739154]Lore[/url] [/columns] ---------- [center][size=2]Warning, there may be mentions of injuries, death, horror and other disturbing themes in the stories! I will not write gore or anything but the themes may be teased at and I thought it would be better to warn beforehand. Feel free to post in this thread or hit me up via PM! Pinglist for new posts: @/apathes

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» Territories «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/yia9TGu.jpg[/img][/center] [size=2][color=#575757]red --> territory of the Oculus blue --> cliffs where Carcosa used to be situated mint --> statue of the patron deity purple --> the Pale Forest [map x=3278 y=2430 view=land width=480 height=240]Cliffside where old Carcosa was located before crashing into the sea[/map] [map x=3434 y=2503 view=land width=480 height=240]Territory of the Oculus[/map] [map x=3162 y=2053 view=land width=480 height=240]Pale Forest[/map] [map x=3206 y=2435 view=submerged width=480 height=240]Trench in which Carcosa sunk[/map] [center][size=4][color=#575757]Carcosa[/size][/color] -------[/center] [i]The sunken city Carcosa was once situated on the cliffside that overlooks the Sea of a Thousands Currents. It had been build long before dragonkind had been created and existed into the age of dragonkind. While build on what would later be called the domain of the Lightweaver, the inhabitants of this old city also celebrated and honored the Tidelord with their festivals but it was their city's patron, only called the Masked One by the population, that they held above all else since they had worshipped him for as long as the inhabitants could remember. While the Carcosa had started out as a tiny village, it's warm weather and cheerful populace soon led to a fast growing of its borders. Shortly before its end it nearly touched town lines with the neighboring Hewn City. The people favored towering stone buildings with high roofs and glittering mosaics decorating the outsides. While they built openings into the building to let sun and air in, they preferred to hang colored glass strung on thin metallic wires into these opening, functioning not only as decorations but also as warning should someone dare to break into their homes. The statues of the Masked One were a stark contrast to the otherwise colorful city, while many buildings were painted in many different hues and banners or other clothes strung between buildings over narrow cobblestone streets, the statues were all held in a midnight black. The only splash of color would come from the masks, a tradition of the inhabitants was to paint these masks in different shades of blue, green, and purple. [/i] [center][size=4][color=#575757]The Hewn City[/color][/size] -------[/center] [i]The Hewn City used to be a flourishing city in the Lighweaver's domain until it became infested by the Shade. It had been build near the Beacon of the Radiant Eye sometime during the Second or Third Age before the Lightweaver claimed the Beacon and the land for herself. It had soon spread farther outwards and even across the stream running through the region until it nearly touched borders with Carcosa. While both cities had different cultures there was never any animosity between the different cities and trade flourished. Where Carcosa towered over the near forests, the inhabitants of the Hewn City preferred single-storey buildings in sandy colors. After Carcosa sunk into the sea the survivors made their home on the isolated outcropping part of the Hewn City. To stop other from attacking their home, the inhabitants decided to build a wall around the area and claimed the Carcosian survivors as their own. After the destruction of the World Pillar the Shade crept into the city and soon led to its utter abandonment. Today only ruins mark where the city once stood and there is still darkness clinging to the land that stops many dragons from settling down in the subregion. [/i][center] [size=4][color=#575757]The Sanctuary[/color][/size] -------[/center] [i]The Sanctuary is the part of the Hewn City that the clan claimed for itself and decided to re-build. While the sky is in a state of constant twilight, the inhabitants managed to find other ways to ward of the encroaching darkness. Thanks to the returned spirit of Carcosa they could even cleanse some parts of their home and re-grow plants on the corrupted soil. Because the atmosphere of the Hewn City discourages any from entering or staying in place for too long, the clan has no need for constant guardians or warriors, they have instead chosen the buildings furthest away from the rest of the region and re-built those. The small buildings have been cobbled together with different materials and there can even be found glass decorations hanging inside doorways and windows. Most of the daily life plays out away from the buildings, the heart of the subregion has become the surviving statue of the Masked One standing near the cliffside, a marketplace has sprung around it and glowing lanterns give off a soothing atmosphere in the twilight. [/i]

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» Factions «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns] The clan has long since decided to distinguish its inhabitants into different factions. These factions do not set the different creatures apart but instead is meant as an easy way to better divide necessities apart. As an example, food only needs to be divided between some factions of the clan since others do not have need for substance to survive. The inhabitants still freely mingle and have made their own homes, some prefer living with others of their faction while others do not care. [/columns] -------------- [columns] [b]Primordia - the Ancient Ones[/b] These dragons founded the Sanctuary that is now known as the Oculus, they where there at the very beginning when nothing but rubble littered the Hewn City and it was them that decided to re-build in a place that is even now infested by the Shade. They are immune to the feeling of dread and unease that leads to many dragons leaving sooner rather than later and with their honoring of their patron they have managed to cleanse patches of their home. They are currently wandering the Lightweaver's domain to search for answers regarding the elemental happenings. [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» Faction Members «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/29700/2969946.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=2969946][b]Hariasa:[/b][/url] The matriarch of the clan, in her many years she has been subjected too different kind of magics which warped her form until nothing remained from the former Fae; serious, curious, forceful. [/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/29700/2969948.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=2969948][b]Forseti:[/b][/url] Consort of the matriarch, like Hariasa he has been subjected to different kind of magics until nothing remained form the Mirror he used to be; mischievous, relaxed, friendly. [/columns] ------------- [columns] [b]Aeni - the Copper Ones[/b] These dragons prefer plants, stones, and animals over other dragons, they have renounced the elemental leaders and have their own understanding of right and wrong. There is something undeniable old about them, a feeling of cracking stone and wilting flowers dogging their every step. But it is the metallic taste of blood surrounding them that marks them as something far more vicious than their harmless appearance suggests. [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» Faction Members «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/574069/57406824.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=57406824][b]Eredin:[/b][/url] to be added [/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/560492/56049138.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=56049138][b]Dandelion:[/b][/url] to be added [/columns] ------------- [columns] [b]Consilium - the Principalities[/b] These creatures have taken the form of dragons and try to pass on their knowledge and their advise is sought after for they see the strings of fate and can decipher what may come. But beware their golden words, they speak the truth but the truth can be spoken in riddles and you may yet find yourself in the middle of a tangled web. [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» Faction Members «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/578203/57820289.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=57820289][b]Shrike:[/b][/url] to be added [/columns] --------------- [columns] [b]Oculi - the Watchers[/b] These creatures aren't dragons, they may try to appear as if they are but often their understanding of what a dragon should look like falls short and there is always a feeling of otherness clinging to them. Some of them have dread following their appearances, a reminder of how frail mortals are, while others inspire safety and calmness. They are neither good nor evil, they just exist in their functions and nothing escapes their watchful gazes. [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» Faction Members «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/557098/55709753.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=55709753][b]Cantamen:[/b][/url] The smell of incense surrounds him at all times but his gaze is sharp and knowing. Some claim to have heard a whispering voice shortly before seeing him, others tell stories of a thundering choir. So sing the songs of songs, the most unholy of all hymns. [/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/395164/39516366.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=39516366][b]Azazel:[/b][/url] The scapegoat, the one responsible for sacrifices. He has been bound in a hole in the desert where he waits for those that call to his nature, he cradles them and holds them when their final breath leaves them. [/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/553107/55310648.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=55310648][b]Magpie:[/b][/url] A mechanical magpie created from bones, wires and something that cannot be named. He flits as a messenger between the woods and emits chittering sounds. A restless creature that only comes to a stop when his sandglass heart runs through. [/columns] ------------ [columns] [b]Goety - the Spirits[/b] Creatures that cannot be called a dragon, at least not anymore, they started out as normal beings before death got a hold of them. They are restless, have lost themselves somewhere along the way and are still searching for something to fill the void where their soul should have been. Some have been consumed by malice while others are simple mischievous and waiting for their time. Hold your breath and wait, you may yet see them from the corners of your eyes. [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» Faction Members «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/359587/35958636.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=35958636][b]Psyche:[/b][/url] Psyche burns like a hot volcano and is so, so angry. Full of malice and hate, this spirit will put a swift end to those opposing her. Her soul is already so unravelled that her assembled body sometimes falls apart when she spends all of her energy but her anger is strong enough that she can re-assemble it after some time. [/columns] ------------ [columns] [b]Theurgy - the Others[/b] These dragons are something else, an aura of power surrounds them and their eyes are older than they should be. They have seen things that should never have been seen, and it has often lead to a detachment from the living world. Some are nothing more than spirits, others something even more different. But they have gazed upon the throne of god and have found it forsaken. [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» Faction Members «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/383145/38314440.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=38314440][b]Shateiel:[/b][/url] A cold sybil that corrupted her soul in her desperation for survival. Forever cursed, she hungers for the flesh of others and can never escape from seeing the future. She mostly sleeps during the year, if no one wakes her, and is only active when winter arrives. She manages to hide all of her oddities but for the sharp antlers she can never loose or her sharp teeth that are stained red with blood. [/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/391721/39172032.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=39172032][b]Simeon:[/b][/url] A spirit that passed so long ago in loneliness that he has forgotten who or what he once was. Before his soul completely unraveled, a pack of Wraith Hounds found and adopted him into their ranks. With time his body became a chimera of forms since he could not remember how he was supposed to look like. [/columns] ------------ [columns] [b]Magia - the Cursed Ones [/b] These dragons have a power innate to them that makes them outcasts from normal dragonkind. This power manifests in many different ways, the luckier ones are what is better known to others as mages, wizards, and witches, beings that can channel their power in ways benefitting them. Others are less lucky. Some become consumed by their power, their bodies cracking under the pressure and re-forming to become nothing more than empty vessels. Others manage to save their minds before this last steps but the power corrupts their bodies until they're mangled and nearly unrecognizable as dragonkind. So is it much of a surprise that most of these unfortunate become cruel in their hearts? [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» Faction Members «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/581283/58128282.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=58128282][b]Jester:[/b][/url] To be added [/columns] ------------ [columns] [b]Sidera - the Constellations[/b] On clear nights you can see these creatures dancing along the sky, glowing bodies painted with stars and nebulas. They have been here for a long time and consider all that above their playground, they have been watching the world for millennials and will continue to do so but the mortals with their short lifespans delight them. Especially the music entrances them and if your play is good enough you may be able to entice the Constellations to dance for you across the sky or even to lure them down to the earth. [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» Faction Members «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/135391/13539082.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=13539082][b]Raphael:[/b][/url] The Healer. But also one of the greatest fighters for the healer's hands are the once first stained red. [/columns]

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» Patron Deity «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns] The sunken city Carcosa had been built some time during the Second Age, its founder had built it around a weird statue of a masked man - mirrored, one side showing a masked creature while the other depicted a humanoid grinning behind a mask. [/columns] -------------- [columns] [b]The Masked One - the patron of Carcosa[/b] No one knows where the legend of their patron first came from. If there had ever been a story written down, it had been lost with the destruction of Carcosa. It is only known that the first statue of the Masked One had already existed when the spiraling city had been built, it was the double faced version that depicted both forms of their patron. Since no name could ever be attributed, the inhabitants of Carcosa decided to call their patron the Masked One, a creature from the second age when the arcane run rampant in the land. It is said that he is something akin to a trickster, a being interested in balance. Music and mischief are considered his attributes and that he hides behind a mask to show that everyone can take actions about perceived wrongdoings. [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» The Masked One «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/423444/42344340.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=42344340][b]Carcosa:[/b][/url] In lieu of a real name have the dragons started to call this leviathan simply Carcosa for the city he had been the patron off. They aren't far off with that name for he had first been the personification of the place that had later become the city Carcosa. [/columns] [center][i][size=2]O sacred sunken singer, o silent dreamer deep, What sirens found you waiting there within the depths of sleep? Beneath the crush of ancient waves of ever-deeper blue, Wordless, how can it still be you sing e’er so true? O sing splendor to the city old, To the twice-headed deity coiled ‘round the throne. I knew who you were though I do not know now, I loved you and I lost you, though I cannot say how. O, it comes back, the screams of the dead, The hungry waves came crashing in to ring around your head, The elders, they drowned, the eggs left unborn, They left neither bone, nor scale, blood, or horn. O masked belovéd patron, where was it that you sunk? O pressed into the cold cruel sand, what love came then undone? Mindless then you suspend on, uncaring of the old, The leviathans who still sing there, unknowing of the world. (chorus) O wake, you split-tongued deity, The streets are empty still. Yet they could not destroy you then. I think they ne’er will. String your lute, o sacred serpent, Sing your tri-fold song. O call us, patron city lord, And to you we will come. - A Hymn For the Depths, oral tradition by the Carcosian survivors, found by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2649042/1#post_2649042]SilverSilver[/url][/size][/i][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2387672/1#post_2387672][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/200b/f/2018/265/1/1/sig117_by_dingobreath-dcnieax.png[/img][/url][/center]

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» Storyteller «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns] The Chronicler is a figure shrouded in myths and older than his appearance may suggest. He decided to make his home in the ruins of the Oculus and can be found wandering its streets, always ready to tell tales of the past. [/columns] -------------- [columns] [b]The Chronicler - storyteller of the Oculus[/b] to be added [/columns] [center][size=4][color=#575757]» The Chronicler «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/481530/48152974.png[/img][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=48152974][b]Chronicler:[/b][/url] to be added[/columns]

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» Legends «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][item=battered book of fables] [nextcol]The Oculus is home to many different creatures that brought their own legends, traditions and tales with them. Some are tragic, some are hopeful, and some tell the stories of a time long gone. [/columns] [columns][nextcol][nextcol][center][size=4][color=#575757]Myths[/size][/color] -------[/center] [i]» [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808/1#post_41801591]A Tale of Endings and Beginnings - A Story about Carcosa's Fall[/url] [/i][nextcol][color=transparent]----[/color] [nextcol][center][size=4][color=#575757]Folktales[/color][/size] -------[/center] [i]» [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2799808/1#post_42460274]Of Bones and Wires - Magpie[/url] [/i][nextcol][color=transparent]----[/color] [nextcol][center][size=4][color=#575757]Traditions[/color][/size] -------[/center] [i]» n/a [/i][/columns]

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» Lore «[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns][item=book of urban legends] [nextcol]The ongoings of the Oculus are written down in this book, different tales tell the stories of the inhabitants of the clan, these stories focus on current and not so long ago happenings. [/columns] [columns][nextcol][nextcol][center][size=4][color=#575757]to be added[/size][/color] -------[/center] [i]» n/a [/i][nextcol][color=transparent]----[/color] [nextcol][center][size=4][color=#575757]to be added[/color][/size] -------[/center] [i]» n/a [/i][nextcol][color=transparent]----[/color] [nextcol][center][size=4][color=#575757]to be added[/color][/size] -------[/center] [i]» n/a [/i][/columns]

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» A Tale of Endings and Beginnings «[/color][/size] [center][size=4][color=#575757]A Story about Carcosa's Fall[/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns]Before the Hewn City, there was Carcosa. It was a bright city, colorful and loud, the inhabitants cheerful and full of song. But there was darkness brewing underneath the glittering surface and so a day came where it all had to end. The King in Yellow came from far away, from the depths of the sea he rose and the darkness rose with him, and he wanted to claim what was not his to claim. Cities he swallowed, taking what he deemed his and leaving places of darkness behind, the Shade clinging to buildings and dragons alike. But Carcosa refused to be tamed, for centuries the dragons that lived there had refused to bow to any higher demand and they laughed when the King came to take. And so the King left in anger and swore his revenge. "Beware the Yellow Sign", he rumbled and the sea rumbled with him. But the dragons ignored him and his dark words and they danced through the streets and played their instruments without any care in the world. There was a festival that was holy to them, [url=https://youtu.be/E8mGWYRcmec]Glitnir[/url] they called it, the shining festival, in honor of their [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=42344340]strange patron[/url], a being so unlike any dragon. Its statues were found all over the city, in nooks and houses, on roofs and on altars, but the biggest stood in the middle of the market place, a mirror in itself showing their patron with his masked face and there, seemingly splitting off, a hand rising up to loosen its mask and only letting the glimpse of a grin peek out. From all over the city the dragons came forth to dance for their patron, the janus faced creature, and they all ignored the warnings the King in Yellow left them. "Have you seen the Yellow Sign?", the whispers came, an old dragon groaning at his family before his last breath. "Have you seen the Yellow Sign?", the whispers grew, a hatchling hushing before disappearing. "Have you seen the Yellow Sign?", the whispers grew and grew, a shadow clinging to the cheerful festival and plunging the inhabitants into a state of unease. And the King in Yellow returned when the Yellow Sign had been found crudely drawn over the mask of their patron, and with him came beings of old and ancient times, hungry and so, so angry. And when the dragons fled their home, bloodshed and slaughter in the streets, cold currents rising up from the Leviathan Trench to freeze the fleeing and to devour those that avoided the first attacks, when all seemed lost, the statues began to move. Their patron had come and he plunged the King in Yellow and his armies back into the depths of the sea and when the last tatters or the King disappeared beneath the waves, the cliffs on which the city had been build followed his descent and was never seen again. The survivors gathered there, cold but alive, and they watched all that they had known disappear into the water, one last statue of their masked patron still standing, their arms raised heavenwards. [/columns] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2569500#post_2569500][img]https://i.imgur.com/7F4BLeW.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1odFCao.png[/img][/center] [columns]Many years later, when Carcosa had been forgotten and the Hewn City abandoned for the Shade clinging to it, two dragons found their way to the part of the territory that had once been part of Carcosa. There, between the ruins and shattered buildings, they decided to make their home after leaving the territory of the Tidelord. [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=2969946]Hariasa[/url] and [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=49477&did=2969948]Forseti[/url] they called themselves and it had been loneliness that had driven them together and created a tight band between them. Together, they began rebuilding parts of the city, all around the strange statue standing at the edge of the cliffside so that they could see a reminder of their former home. Over the years many strange dragons and creatures found their way to their tiny territory, a part of the world that it seems to have forgotten. But everyone left sooner or later, something driving the wanderers to seek their luck elsewhere. And so only the original founders remained, caring and building continuously on their home. Until the sea broke apart and they could only watch in horrified silence as the Tidelord's prophecies were lost. It was afterwards, that they could hear it first - tinkling laughter and the sound of pipes. And there, its arms raised for centuries over centuries, the statue at the edge of their home moved. With slow and ambling steps it stepped down from its pedestal and made its way over to the cliffs. It stood there for a long time until Hariasa dared to approach it. "Who are you?", she asked this strange creature and there was no fear in her voice for she had seen much more terrifying creatures in her time. "[i]What[/i] would be the more precise question,", the statue answered and there was something very old and very sad about it. "Then tell me, [i]what[/i] are you?", Hariasa demanded and the statue seemed to hum. "I am what was and now is lost, the streets underneath your feet and the walls surrounding you at night, I am the roof shielding you from the rain and what you may call home. I am Carcosa, the city sunken underneath the waves. These ruins are all what is left of my home above the sea and it is mine to protect and mine to keep. Look for me in the shadows of the waves and the stone surrounding you." And Carcosa turned back and returned to the spot where the statue had stood, raised the arms and grew still until all life had left. And Hariasa and Forseti continued with their life but they could feel that something had changed, the Shade that had clung to the Hewn City seemed lighter now, not as oppressing as before, and for the first time some of the wandering dragons decided to stay. And at night, when Forseti had lain down for sleep, Hariasa could be seen standing at the edges of the cliff, her gaze trained onto the sea far beneath. And sometimes, when the sky was clear and the waves calm, she swore she could see lights glowing underneath the water, turquoise wisps dancing along a dark shadow. Those were the nights a strange Spiral would visit her in her dreams, whispering of dances and music, of a home found and reclaimed, and she would wake up in the morning with tears in her eyes and a light heart for she knew that Carcosa was keeping a watchful gaze over them.[/columns]

[center][size=6][color=#575757]» Of Bones and Wires «[/color][/size] [center][size=4][color=#575757]A Folktale - [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=49477&tab=dragon&did=55310648]Magpie[/url][/color][/size] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBDQASr.png[/img][/center] [columns]Stitch the bones together, wrap copper wire around them. Drill through the brittle bones and weave a body of matted feathers. 'Round and 'round and then back again, a net of decaying flesh and gleaming metal until old skin stretches thinly over bones, natural and metallic. Make sure the seams hold and test the wings, flap flap flap, and cut thin pieces of metal into feathers and put them where the primaries should be. Make sure they're sharp enough to cut flesh. Take care with the head, wrap the bones together tight with wire and use the sharpest teeth you can find. But leave the eyes so that it may never see who dared to create it. Keep the ribs open until the end, a clattering pendulum goes into the torso but the heart, the heart make from glass and sand, a hourglass that keeps rotating and rotating for there is no end in sight. [/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1odFCao.png[/img][/center] [columns]His home is in the forest, pale trees with dark eyes, and he clutters on, his razor sharp wings hiding him from sight. Dark blood drips from his snout in tact to his pendulum (drip drip drip) and his bones creak with every step he takes. The sand keeps on running and running, every grain a blink in the eye of the universe as the years fly by. His steps continue forevermore, an ouroboros lumbering on and on, a mechanical being made from the dead. Only when the last sand grain falls into the bottom half of his hourglass heart his tact stops. And tick tick tick goes the clock until at last the hourglass turn with a screeching sound. On and on he clatters, a void that can never be filled with bloody teeth and a chittering voice. [right]- a folktale from Carcosa, written down by survivors, about the Pale Forest east of the city; most likely used to warn hatchlings away from it[/right] [/columns]