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The Ashfall Waste is abundant with bustling activity, whether it is the active volcanoes, or the constantly moving residents. Lava bubbles from the pools made in the cracked earth. It hisses and spits at unwary travelers, warning them of their dangers. Thick smog billows from the center of the Great Furnace clogging the lungs of any who dare inhale it. Hisses and screams resound throughout the area, whether through anger or happiness, who knows.
Within the depths of the Waste, hiding away in a corner of the Black Sand Annex lies Infernum. The lava pools around it are calm and graying. The lights of the building are dimmed. Only one room seems to have an ounce of bright light, flames dancing in the corner.
A sign of life....
....of hope.
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[size=2][center]Hello hello to those stopping by! This is but a small attempt I have of putting down my lore somewhere and encouraging myself to keep writing.
A small note to those who are reading, my lore is loosely based of FR lore with my own twists. None of the characters are true dragons, or at least most of them aren't. The characters of this lore are often humanoid in appearance. There will also be some mature themes in my lore, mostly about death and some slight violence. AVERT YOUR EYES IF NOT PREPARED!
Thanks for stopping by and checking this small thing out! There will hopefully be better graphics later :')
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INTRODUCTION
The Ashfall Waste is abundant with bustling activity, whether it is the active volcanoes, or the constantly moving residents. Lava bubbles from the pools made in the cracked earth. It hisses and spits at unwary travelers, warning them of their dangers. Thick smog billows from the center of the Great Furnace clogging the lungs of any who dare inhale it. Hisses and screams resound throughout the area, whether through anger or happiness, who knows.
Within the depths of the Waste, hiding away in a corner of the Black Sand Annex lies Infernum. The lava pools around it are calm and graying. The lights of the building are dimmed. Only one room seems to have an ounce of bright light, flames dancing in the corner.
A sign of life....
....of hope.
Hello hello to those stopping by! This is but a small attempt I have of putting down my lore somewhere and encouraging myself to keep writing.
A small note to those who are reading, my lore is loosely based of FR lore with my own twists. None of the characters are true dragons, or at least most of them aren't. The characters of this lore are often humanoid in appearance. There will also be some mature themes in my lore, mostly about death and some slight violence. AVERT YOUR EYES IF NOT PREPARED!
Thanks for stopping by and checking this small thing out! There will hopefully be better graphics later :')
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CHARACTERS
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INDEX
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GLOSSARY
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“You can’t keep running from this Avangarde.”
Avangarde growled, his fist hitting the surface of the punching bag hard. Sweat dripped down the sides of his forehead, chest heaving as he continued to punch at the bag. Thuds resounded around the room as he continued to strike at the object, each punch faster and harder than the rest.
“Infernum is falling to ruin.”
Another punch was thrown out, the bag flying in the other direction. His leg came at the bag just as it rebounded back. Kicks and punches were alternated as he continued his exercises. Sweat flowed freely from his forehead, beads breaking out on his neck and chest. Puffs of smoke began to billow from his lips, as he exerted more effort.
“You are killing them by refusing to open your eyes to the truth! After all they’ve done fo--”
“I know!” He flared, fire escaping his mouth. “Do you think I don’t know this Kineala? I see it. I see it every single day I come out of my den. I see the way they’re treated.” His teeth bared at the thought of what everyone was going through. Seeing the pain his people went through. It was never what he wanted for them, but at this point his hands were tied.
Avangarde glared at his bandaged hands. They were rough from overwork, and the bandages slightly singed at some sides. Anger bubbled up into him once more, claws elongating from his fingers as he clenched at them. Blood dripped down the sides of his palm. [/size]
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“Then do something about it.” She pried his fingers open, tsking at the wounds he caused. Gently, she dabbed at them with her handkerchief ignoring the hiss coming from his mouth. He deserved it after what he did, besides he was big enough to tough it out.
“She’s dragged our people to the dirt with the demands she makes. She promised them safety and security, a good home. Except, she brings them to us, aware of your kindness.” Kineala continued to care for the wound, tugging his hand back when he flinched away. “Avangarde, these dragonborn are harming the clan members. There will be nothing left for our people.”
“I know,” he whispered. “Our people work hard to maintain the reserves we have, rationing out our supplies. The dragonborn she brought refused to do their part of the work, refuse to even work.”
Kineala remained silent as she continued to care for the wound. Letting Avangarde have his own emotional moment. She looked over the care she did; the wounds were bleeding less, but his claws were long and sharp. It was still quite bad, but she did what she could with what she had, it was up to him to heal himself.
“So, what are you gonna do?” She asked, throwing the bloodied cloth into the lava pit. Kineala held no attachment to that cloth, and she wasn’t about to let someone have his blood anyway. The power of a First Generation.
Avangarde remained quiet for awhile, eyes still looking down on his hands. She let him be in his own world.
“Call the masters,” he spoke, turning away from her. “I’ll keep to my word. If they wish to remain in our clan, then they’ll have to work for it. Those who can’t handle it, well, they’ll have to find another clan.”
“And when do you want them to be here?” She asked, moving towards the door already.
“Now,” he said. “By dawn the trials begin.” [/size]
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It Begins...
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“You can’t keep running from this Avangarde.”
Avangarde growled, his fist hitting the surface of the punching bag hard. Sweat dripped down the sides of his forehead, chest heaving as he continued to punch at the bag. Thuds resounded around the room as he continued to strike at the object, each punch faster and harder than the rest.
“Infernum is falling to ruin.”
Another punch was thrown out, the bag flying in the other direction. His leg came at the bag just as it rebounded back. Kicks and punches were alternated as he continued his exercises. Sweat flowed freely from his forehead, beads breaking out on his neck and chest. Puffs of smoke began to billow from his lips, as he exerted more effort.
“You are killing them by refusing to open your eyes to the truth! After all they’ve done fo--”
“I know!” He flared, fire escaping his mouth. “Do you think I don’t know this Kineala? I see it. I see it every single day I come out of my den. I see the way they’re treated.” His teeth bared at the thought of what everyone was going through. Seeing the pain his people went through. It was never what he wanted for them, but at this point his hands were tied.
Avangarde glared at his bandaged hands. They were rough from overwork, and the bandages slightly singed at some sides. Anger bubbled up into him once more, claws elongating from his fingers as he clenched at them. Blood dripped down the sides of his palm.
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“Then do something about it.” She pried his fingers open, tsking at the wounds he caused. Gently, she dabbed at them with her handkerchief ignoring the hiss coming from his mouth. He deserved it after what he did, besides he was big enough to tough it out.
“She’s dragged our people to the dirt with the demands she makes. She promised them safety and security, a good home. Except, she brings them to us, aware of your kindness.” Kineala continued to care for the wound, tugging his hand back when he flinched away. “Avangarde, these dragonborn are harming the clan members. There will be nothing left for our people.”
“I know,” he whispered. “Our people work hard to maintain the reserves we have, rationing out our supplies. The dragonborn she brought refused to do their part of the work, refuse to even work.”
Kineala remained silent as she continued to care for the wound. Letting Avangarde have his own emotional moment. She looked over the care she did; the wounds were bleeding less, but his claws were long and sharp. It was still quite bad, but she did what she could with what she had, it was up to him to heal himself.
“So, what are you gonna do?” She asked, throwing the bloodied cloth into the lava pit. Kineala held no attachment to that cloth, and she wasn’t about to let someone have his blood anyway. The power of a First Generation.
Avangarde remained quiet for awhile, eyes still looking down on his hands. She let him be in his own world.
“Call the masters,” he spoke, turning away from her. “I’ll keep to my word. If they wish to remain in our clan, then they’ll have to work for it. Those who can’t handle it, well, they’ll have to find another clan.”
“And when do you want them to be here?” She asked, moving towards the door already.
“Now,” he said. “By dawn the trials begin.”
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[center]Just a small drawing of Kineala, while I'm plotting out my lore. She's sassy and loves dismantling things and figure out ways to make things better. [/center]
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Just a small drawing of Kineala, while I'm plotting out my lore. She's sassy and loves dismantling things and figure out ways to make things better.
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[center]Slowly getting to draw some of my dragons. This is Cygnus. She's the head seamstress of the clan and absolutely loves designing outfits and clothes. If you couldn't tell, her favorite color is pink.
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