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[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672819866910326784/celtic_1.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=6]Besart's lore[/size][/font] [/center] [font=courier new]My lair has lore not related to FR, but still keeps some minor connection. While I like Sornieth, my lair has some different concepts to better suit my tastes, as I sometimes like drawing or imagining my characters as humans. In short, they don't always live in a den, clan, etc. PS: I try to write these myself, but english is not my native language. A friend is helping me in this process but if you see anything odd, please let me know c: [/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] The Past [font=courier new]Before the country received the name Besart and the empire came to be, there were many cities and groups scattered, each on their own and battles were commom between them. House Ivar was for sure the strongest force on the country back then. However they lack some organization. Their power only lost to a city in the north, home of Great House Caradhras. The location of House Ivar is the same where today is the Besart Capitol. And the location of House Caradhras is the same that today is Sigvard.[/font] Besart Empire [font=courier new]Besart is an empire, a big nation with around 16 major cities, that is located between the Sunbeam Ruins and the Shifting Expanse, but closer to the Mirrorlight Promenade on Light Borders. The capitol of the empire also takes it's name, is located center-north and is home to the King and Queen. The monarchs oversee a group of earls called Yggerhall, composed of Toresius, Jolfriga, Vanhild, Hjalmar and Normund.[/font] Yggerhall [font=courier new]>> At the north of Besart Empire is Sigvard, under the domain of Toresius and Jolfriga. >> In the midlands, close to Besart Capitol is the city of Vitserk, under control of Vanhild and Hjalmar. >> By the East is Yngveldr, under control of Normund.[/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [columns][color=transparent]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][nextcol]Table of contents: >> The Queen and King >> Earls >> Locations >> Population >> Badges >> Writers >> Allies >> [/columns]

[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672819866910326784/celtic_1.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=6]Queen and King[/size] [size=4]The All Mother & The All Father[/size][/font] [/center] [font=courier new]Nozette was raised on the court of the clan called House Ivar, that would one day become Besart Capitol. By that time, that House Ivar was the bigger and the better organized force in that region. While not in the line of sucession for clan leadership, Nozette learned on her own account how to deal with the decadent and power hungry members of the House Ivar. She perfected not only her courtsy, but also her warriorship, becoming a strong shieldmaiden. Thunder followed her in battle and was her favorite sound. As Nozette aged, her eyes opened to the unfairness of House Ivar's society and the lack of ability to rule that the clan leader displayed. He was not doing the needed job of keeping the surrounding cities neither at bay nor under control and they also caused tragedies without second thought. There was no unified power on the region and under her eyes, the House Ivar would not prosper if measures weren't taken. In secret, she organized a coup with her friend Vanhild and the best soldiers they could find. Warriors who earned their trust in battle and in other occasions. After a gruesome fight, House Ivar leader ends dead by her own claws. The dream of expanding territory and uniting the cities was close now, the only hindrance appearing on a contestant for the crown of clan leader. An Imperial arrived with a small fleet, Khelgaro, and was also eager to sweep the crown during the chaos following Nozette's coup. Both dragons knew they had the means of fighting for the crown and many dragons died in the following battles as Nozette controlled the capitol under siege and Khelgaro tried to conquer it from the sea. As a means to cease conflict, Nozette approaches him seeking a diplomatic solution. Talking, rather than facing each other on the battlefield, they realized that Besart could be their fate. They learned of their similar pleas and goals, knowing that the whole region was a mess and that things needed to be done. Both wanted more and yet, both wanted the same thing. It was not an easy begining, but soon they came into agreeing to form an alliance and became Queen and King of the newly stablished Besart Empire.[/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [center][font=courier new]Nozette [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/33566683][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/335667/33566683_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=courier new]She didn't have a hard nor greedy nature, but being raised among snakes, silver tongues and other spiders alike in House Ivar, she was from an early age smart and wise. When she wanted something, nothing could set her on a different path. The years brought patience, discernment and strenght to her stubborn nature. She learned to tell what was good from bad on House Ivar and knew she had to step up to the challenge if she wanted to rule. Greatness meant great costs. It took years of manipulation to proof herself worthy and win favours with the House Ivar ruler and to become their military leader. Their strongest shieldmaiden. From there it was a long, stenuous path. One bribe here, a feigned attack there and she slowly gained the support of other clan members also dissatisfied with the rulling. They deemed her wiser, healthier and better suited to occupy the leadership. In the middle of a war with a neighbooring city, Nozette and her allies finally put their plans into action. They followed her through the coup that crowned Nozette Queen, through alliances with opposing parties and through the stablishment of herself and Khelgaro as the rulling monarchs of the new clan sitting on Besart Capitol. But House Ivar was only the beginning. Under her reign, the city organized itself to lay conquest on the chaos found on the country. To slam a hammer with thunder sounds and cold breath on the lands that would one day form the Besart Empire.[/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [center]Khelgaro [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/39343591][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/393436/39343591_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=courier new]Very few could thrive in the north. Dragons who did where hard and had the harshness of the elements on them, almost as if the very cold was part of them. It took a long time for the region to find any sort of settlement but once it did, it quickly grew to become the second largest becoming know as Great House Caradhras, losing in power only to House Ivar in the midlands. Northern dragons were used to sail and going far, conquering places and treasure on their raids which would be brought back to the mainland. As the area found itself growing, the raids stopped, and the leaders of House Caradhras found themselves unwilling to carry on with their pillage and sailings. Such calmness and stillness wasn't part of Khelgaro's nature. The imperial still wanted to expand, claim new territories, and fulfill the dreams and visions he had. The whispers often sounded like voices, other times as crows and even as thunder, but they spoke of the same: a growing organized kingdom. Against the leader of the north, House Caradhras, Khelgaro set sail with a few soldiers and allies. Travel by land was not an option, rumors brought news of wars and battles happening in the Midlands. The journey south came with many losses, which Khelgaro refuses to forget, as his allies perished not in battle as they would have wanted, but to the cruelty of the sea; their lunds filled with water, succumbing to a watery grave at the bottom of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. Victory however, was drawing near as they reached the unstable south. Rumours had it that the leaders of House Ivar had been killed and they had a new Queen now. Khelgaro knew him and his dragons had all in them to lay siege to the south and conquer it on their names before claiming the north by land, but he also knew the price would be too high. After a few battles, diplomacy found a way. Initial talks became long talks and soon Khelgaro made an alliance with the new Queen of the midlands, a wildclaw named Nozette. From this alliance came the partnership that would stablish the Besart Empire. It wasn't easy for the two in the beginning, but Khelgaro and Nozette soon realized they could have more together than they could dream of having alone. It took years of conquest around the midlands before Khelgaro and Nozette set their eyes on the northern lands of House Caradhras. They ventured north from their new funded capitol as they laid siege and waste on their way of conquering the north on their name. After years of sweat, battles, blood and sacrifices, the empire finally stood ground, north to south, west to east, united under a single banner. He was King and she was the Queen at his side.[/font] [right][size=2]All three parts written by me, edited and fixed by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=280076]Mudy[/url][/size][/right]

[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672819866910326784/celtic_1.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=6]Earls[/size][/font][/center] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [center][size=5]Toresius[/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/58182342][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/581824/58182342_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=courier new]The cold cell floor was worse than facing the cold outside, the mountains or even the river or sea, but he would not bend to these, he was from the north. The shackles on his wrist, wings and ankles pained his members. He dreamt most about good food, warm and welcoming, then about the sky, wind on his face and the taste of life. It was hard keeping an alliance. In the North, every step forward meant taking two backwards. The lands weren't united and as soon something grew and floorished it was either conquered or crushed. He and his wife had but a small village to take care of and some expert and strong soldiers who followed them. As it started to thrive they looked upon near territories to take control of and expanded. However, Toresius and Jolfriga fell victim of other dragon's envy and were betrayed by dragons they deemed close. Even if they fought back, it was for naught, Toresius was caught while Jolfriga flew away with the rest of their soldiers. He knew she would never give up trying to find him, he would have done the same. As the days passed many his mind was either plagued by the wish for revenge, doing right to those who wronged him; or filled with longing for what he loved most, his mate, his friends and the few fellow soldiers. How were they now in the lands with all that mess? Days blended in. Was it summer? Winter? Spring? Nothing. His mind was trapped in constant turmoil, and the fleeting moments of peace were spent in complete emptiness. But as good things end, so do bad ones. The guards were killed. His eyes flooded with tears as he recognized, first the soldier who broke him free and behind him, his loved wife, sword and shield in hands, stained in blood, bruises and battle breath. As soon Toresius embraced her and had again a sword on his hands he fought, breathing life and hope into his lungs again in the battlefield. None survived under his rage. His revenge came with such anger that tales are told of this day. It took time for him to adjust to the new reality. His time in prison left a scar on him, but Toresius wasn't one to talk about it, and while he does not show trauma, Jolfriga and his closest allies know better. Through all his pain and his years lost, he found the strenght to become one of the best Earls in Yggerhall. Life was different, but, he knew that for Jolfriga wasn't someone to bend her knew to any dragon, so he had to trust when she made the choice to follow, not lead. He soon understood his mate made the best decision. Their land was thriving, their clan was strong. Their soldiers sang songs of each battle won; on their own, with Besart's armies on their side, with Toresius and Jolfriga marching with them. For heavens and Gods, she was alive by his side! She was the breath of life that filled his lungs.[/font] [right][size=2] Lore writen by me, edited by Mudy[/size] [/right] [center][size=5]Jolfriga[/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59499744][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/594998/59499744_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=courier new]Earl of Sigvard, Jolfriga's loyalties didn't always belong to King Khelgaro and Queen Nozette of the Besart Empire. When her husband Toresius was taken prisoner by dragons they deemed friends, Jolfriga knew she had no time to weep for her losses. Taking up arms to get him back by any means necessary, she swore to find and free her beloved even if it cost her everything. For days on end Jolfriga fought a battle, just right another battle while runing out and trying to survive to one day get her husband back Jolfriga ended in a siege against Nozette and Khelgaro. She could never have won, standing tall amidst the siege. Her will to get her husband back was as strong as any force that could be mustered against her, Jolfriga's unending loyalty to her husband and soldiers did not pass without notice. Having seen the nocturne willingness to die if it meant freeing her husband, Nozette threw down her weapon; an action that created a lasting peace between them. A test was upon her, to join the queen in a fight on a near territory and prove herself worthy of the queen's help or to die. Death was not an option, Jolfriga saw how Nozette was strong and so she aided her. Days passed, a short time together conquering and raiding and a friendship between them grew. Jolfriga started to notice what Nozette was doing and saw that her ideals and what she wanted was right and maybe the best for the whole country. She bent her knee and after some battles all of them raided to where Toresius was. Shield and sword in hands, for him. Now reunited with her beloved Toresius, Jolfriga has become a close friend and loyal ally of the queen. Both grateful for her help. Jolfrigra would never act against her loyalties to the King and Queen despite Toresius's early opposition to such loyalties. A proud warrior and caring leader, Jolfriga's love of her husband finds itself to be more private than her worry for her people. Though at times her neutral expression can mask her care, her soldiers know well that the Earl of Sigvard is nowhere near as cold as the winters she adores. By [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=418159]Tobin[/url] #418159 a few edits by me[/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [center][size=5]Vanhild[/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/27588527][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/275886/27588527_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=courier new][size=6]A dream of spring.[/size] [font=courier new]She dreamt about the hydrangeas; about the midlands, its weather and the summer starry sky, the trees, the fruits and good days. For a brief moment in her life she had that with her father and mother. By then, Vitserk was just about a small village in the midlands, constantly plagued by Beastclans. Many wars, many battles between cities, villagers, towns. The whole country, if it could be called country by that time, was a mess from north to south. When her parents passed away, she was raised by her auntie, who taught her how to fight, wether she wanted to or not. Under her wings, Vanhild needed to learn how to fight and had to obey her. They didn't have a good relationship as her auntie lived through more bad times than good times, which made her a harsh dragon, but it was the only and sole family figure she knew, so how could she abandon that dragon? She couldn't. She lived through many years through this toxic relationship with her only family and peaceful days were but a distant memory to a yet young Vanhild. When the war ecloded near where they lived the two fought to defend their house, but unfortunately lost. Her auntie went mad and started to blame her niece for everything: the bad fight, the lost home, and for each step taken on their journey to flee. Her auntie blamed her for all their misfortunes. [center]***[/center] [font=courier new]They needed to cross the borders of their land and escape. Their journey took them to the north of the midlands. Vanhild missed the warm weather, she missed peace. What could Vanhild do to her own kind? Her young mind was tormented day and night and her auntie was mad. As her mind was lost to their own worries, she failed to notice the ambush, too late noticing the taste of earth on her mouth. An unknown dragon pinned her down and her head spinned from the hit on her head. Her weapons were taken from her, and soon outnumbered and on her knees she felt it, the tight leather suffocating her. The leash that would accompany her for years tied with words forever craved in her memory. "I'm paying my pass with her, take her, she's no use to me" The shock was too much for her, tears came down her face, and she begged for mercy, pity, salvation. To her shock, the claws of her auntie held her face tight. "You're your own problem now."[/font] [center]***[/center] [font=courier new]Days were cold in the north of the midlands. She was close to the great north. Sold as a slave, her fighting skills were now used for combat of a clan leader ruling that land. The place thrived for some time and was the biggest and stronged in the country. But the clan leaders weren't that good. They were not doing the needed job of keeping the surrounding cities neither at bay nor under control. There was no unified power on the region and under her eyes, the clan would not prosper if measures weren't taken. Vanhild alone wans't going to do that, Vanhild alone couldn't do that. The leash on her neck was a reminder that her life didn't belong to herself, she was but an object to be used in battles. Vanhild never had the courage of a bigger step in her life, after all tragedy that befell her. All she could do was keep fighting. Battles where good but bad. She was good at figthing, and her skills were refined over the years; but battle under someone's order wasn't worth, she thought that fake battles, not following a worthy leader were nothing. She thought of herself unworthy of the great halls of the gods for the fallen warriors. The singing maidens would not even come for her. For years, her mind was blank in the battlefield. Until the sound of thunder woke her up. Soaring in the skies was a wildclaw with the very thunder by her side. In her skin, goldenrod, turquoise, axe, hammer, sword, shield, and bruises met as enemies fell to the ground. Vanhild remembers that day for singing maidens would bent their knee to that dragon, who was like the elements themselves had taken shape in the battlefield. "Rise!" Thunder commanded and so Vanhild did it, like a moth to a flame, as the jolt of electricity flaring from the wildclaw's wings could breath life into her lungs again, bringing the wind inside her to life again. That was but just the first battle by Nozette' side. Soon Vanhild noticed that Nozette spent more time with leaders, snakes and alikes then in the battlefield. The more Vanhild questioned herself the more she started to learn about Nozette. That wildclaw could do it. She could do it! After years of hopeless longing, Vanhild made the decision that Nozette would have her help as she did it. Vanhild took her destiny on her hands. Gathered all of the soldiers she could and all of the slaves who longed to follow her. Wind was anew inside her and she had to do it. Vanhild's Fleet joined forces with Nozette and finally, the wildclaw knew it was just a matter of time. The coup came, the leader was killed and a Queen was born that day. Under Nozette's rule, there would be no more leashes on dragons, they were free to go, but every one of them choose to stay, for Nozette promised better days and battle glory. They chose their Queen and they chose Besart. From that day on, the friendship between the two only grew stronger. Vanhild became a dear friend to Nozette.[/font] [center]***[/center] [font=courier new]The Midlands were just the first region Queen Nozette and King Khelgaro conquered. While suspicious at first and ready to jump at Khelgaro's throat on any given sign that he would betray her Queen, Vanhild eventually learned Khelgaro completed Nozette with his own skills and had goals so similar to theirs. He wasnt that bad, although Vanhild always thought he had more guts than brains. Battles were fought by their side and when all of the Midlands where conquered, Nozette offered to Vanhild the title of first earl, giving her the choice of where she wanted to reign in the name of the Queen. Vanhild chose her homeland and with Nozette's approval the midlands were renamed Vitserk. The name of her village was now the name of a whole region belonging to the new Besart Empire. Nozette, Khelgaro, the warriors and shieldmaidens; that was the family she chose. She was once again in Vitserk, finally to stay. She once more had her spring dream, the hydrangeas, the spring night sky and all the good memories, only the good memories.[/font] [center]***[/center] [font=courier new]The Midlands were just the first region for Nozette to conquer, she and her partner by that time Khelagaro. At first Vanhild was a bit unsure about Khelagaro and was ready to jump at his troat at any sign that he would harm Nozette, it took time, but Vanhild realized that Khelgaro had what was best for Nozette that time and she saw that he had goals so similar to her, he wasnt that bad, maybe just had more guts than brains in her opinion. Battles were fought by their side and when all of the Midlands where conquered, Nozette offered to Vanhild the first earl title, giving her the choice of where she wanted to reign in the name of the queen. Vanhild chose her village homelands and with Nozette's approval she renamed the whole midlands to Vitserk, the name of her village was now the name of a whole region belonging to the new Besart Empire. Nozette, Khelgaro and others, that was the family she chose. And she was there, back to Vitserk, she now was staying there, in her spring dream of hydrangeas, spring night sky and all she had good memories of that place, only the good memories.[/font] [center] [size=6]Hjalmar[/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/27588528][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/275886/27588528_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Maecenas elementum sagittis cursus. Morbi aliquam id nisl non bibendum. Nulla neque nibh, posuere et imperdiet sed, fermentum ac quam. Proin quis sollicitudin enim, quis tincidunt massa. Sed laoreet arcu lacus, tincidunt semper dui posuere et tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad utoluptatem.Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit labo labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, sed quia non numquam incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem quaerat voluptatemQuisque nibh enim, mattis vel massa in, aliquet semper lectus. Quisque arcu turpis, lobortis in odio consectetur, congue eleifend eros. [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [center][size=6][font=georgia]Montanha[/font][/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/28035875][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/280359/28035875_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=courier new]Because of him, Eldam was bound to his gravity well. Rich and rich desires. Because of him Yngveldr and the mountain people were atracted to his gravity well. Young and full of dreams Normund saw the golden age of the Gods and Goddess, himself vassal, servant of the All Father, doing all his orders and requests without hesitating. The mountain was the place that received the first footsteps of them and their last. The mountain knew Normund's passion for singing and songs. His songs, his guitar. When all of them returned to Asgard and the golden halls, All Father was the last to say goodbye. There, a Normund full of dreams and desires to make part of that wheel, together with his peasant girlfriend, was ready to depart with All Father, but nay, he was denied and instead after a hard and furious discussion he was given longevity. And poor Eldam, not knowing much of Gods and Goddess, afraid that the All father was going to hurt her man, she threw her self in the middle of them, only to be touched by the magic and be part of what Normund was now, but without any power. All Father left. Normund was left behind with powers and longevity, Eldam was left behind with just longevity.[/font] [center]***[/center] [font=courier new]The serious and mysterious earl and warrior figure that doesn't speak much, or when does it, is in a calm manner with a low tone voice. Normund have been in Yngveldr since before it was made into the city it is today, he maybe even saw Yvind perishing, truly, he saw Yvind in the golden age of the All Father. When battles ecloded from north to south in the country, Normund was there standing his ground, battling and battlling as he always did, as no other strong dragon would do in the north. Normund... not only a quiet figure, but also a mysterious one. He can always been see carrying his sword, a blessing that was given to him by the All Father. The cold climate doesn't seen to bother this dragon at all, is if somehow he was born from winter. Those who can get close to this dragon in battlefield, claim to hear battle maidens sing near him, crows and voices. Usually it can take an opponent to think that they are going crazy, it can turn them mad With his curse or blessing, or whatever is that happened to him Normund, take his enemies down, easily. However, the more he won, the more the place became empty, and soon he was leader to a vast empty city and the mountain, doomed to be empty without citizens and life. Fog took over the place and made hard for any dragon to navigate there. He was there, day, night, weeks, months, years, decades, the whole life. He never left, dreaming, fighting and dreaming of old promisses that only existed on his mind. Soon, not soon, soon, the peasant spiral, not peasant anymore left him. There Normund was, with his singing valkiries.[/font] [center]***[/center] [font=courier new]Once Ynveldr and the mountain had population again it was another time. A time for mages and magic. Every dragon who had magic was drawn in to a certain gravity well that that place had because of him. Soon there was a city, soon there was a guild and soon Normund became a mythical living figure among others. The period came whe thunder took notice about that city again, the brave wildclaw accompanied by her King arrived on that "haunted" land by one dragon. Used to his calm place Normund felt his land invaded by a different presence and went against her, isolating that thunder energy from her partner. Alone Nozette fought with him and brought the thunder with her, shining light on the place and cleaning Normund's head for the first time in a long time. — You're like me and him. Something ancestral is within us, a pure blessing — she smiled to him. By giving her hand and putting her sword down, drawn to the gravity well, Nozette was taken away from her mate and from the battlefield into the heights of Yngveldr mountains, by Normund. To her friends, army and loved dragons, it cost days going to the place, tormented by the thought of loosing their Queen and in dispair and worry, but to her... were just two pleasant days by the side of Normund. For the first time he spoken to someone blessed by the gods as he was, and vice versa. Normund was way more interesting dragon than Khelgaro, although the imperial King had the blessing of hearing the gods, prophetic dreams and was excellent in battlefield, she always felt that he wasn't fully equal like her. Thus in Normund she found a copy. With pleasant conversation Normund understood how things where outside and how things had changed, and so not felting alone anymore the fog dissipated, Yngveldr was open again to others. It took some time but the other dragons stopped questioning the queen's decision after seeing how skilled he was in battle and how it was a great acquisition for their army. The dragons are fine with him now, but Normund still is a quiet and mysterious figure. Eldam, the peasant now a very skilled warrior and full wisdom, after living here and there in the world returned, but to see Normund leaving the mountain and going to live life after so much time. [/font] [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/641708/64170765p.png[/img][nextcol][size=5]Eldam[/size] [/columns] Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Maecenas elementum sagittis cursus. Morbi aliquam id nisl non bibendum. Nulla neque nibh, posuere et imperdiet sed, fermentum ac quam. Proin quis sollicitudin enim, quis tincidunt massa. Sed laoreet arcu lacus, tincidunt semper dui posuere et tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad utoluptatem.Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit labo labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, sed quia non numquam incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem quaerat voluptatemQuisque nibh enim, mattis vel massa in, aliquet semper lectus. Quisque arcu turpis, lobortis in odio consectetur, congue eleifend eros.

[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672819866910326784/celtic_1.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=6]Locations[/size][/font][/center] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [center] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/728060300796100669/Besart_Map3.png[/img][/center] [font=georgia][size=5]Besart Capitol[/size][/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/714272528507469864/Besart_Capitol.png[/img] The capitol is located in the north of the midlands, near the sea. Winters are long and summers are short. Mountains are more to the north and east. Khelgaro and Nozette's hall is in the base of a mountain, a few kilometers near to a lake. Jörveldhur, Hallvar Cliff, Njord Coast, Elegat Swamp [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=5]Sigvard[/size][/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/714272762885046292/Sigvard.png[/img] The north of the north as they call it. Sigvard is all about mountains, forest, rivers, fjords and lakes. To an extreme North there's also Yvind near the sea. Winter is harsh and summer is very short, about only 2 months. Sigrun, Bergdis, Einar, Yvind, Owl Tower [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=5]Vitserk[/size][/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/714276420163207198/vitserk.png[/img] The city with more balanced climate. Winter is long but not harsh, summer lasts more than in Sigvard and Yngvelrd. Agriculture is varied and goods exportation are smoe of the best things. Litoral has fish and sea related commerce. Halstein, Vendel, Odjjan, [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=5]Yngveldr[/size][/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/714276454086475806/Yngvelrd.png[/img] The land by east, more colder than the capitol, but less than Sigvard. Shares climate with Vitserk. Moutains to the north, plains on the south near the litoral. Jorg, Solaug, Valdis -------------

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[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672819866910326784/celtic_1.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=6]Allies[/size][/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/325419375882534912/386244286133305345/navigator-apparel.png[/img][nextcol] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2546173/1][size=5]Porto[/size][/url] [font=courier new][size=4]White sandy shores, a bustling city at the end of the stretches of sand. The harbor, the port and the white sails of the several different fleets, stationed at the docks that paint the city in shades of white, creams, browns, teals and blues.[/size][/font][/columns] Relationships: [size=3][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/53777707]Andras:[/url][/size] [font=courier new][size=3]"Plenty of time for the strongest shield maiden of the capital city of Besart to usurp the throne. Andras pretend not to be sad about it. He loved his new life, he quite enjoyed being a fancy member of court. – I'll be gone like the stars in the morning sun. – Andras said to his boss." From "Three Clans" chapter, written by mudy. You can read it all on [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/53777707]Andras profile![/url][/size][/font] [center] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img][/center] [columns] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/15581.png[/img][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=280033] [nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=280033][size=5]Pedra Viva[/size][/url] [font=courier new][size=4]The dragons of this clan are slowly turning into the earth itself, some have stone like skin, wings that are far too heavy to lift them from the ground, crystal spikes coming out of their backs. Still they can't leave for the rest of the world would not accept them anymore.[/size][/font][/columns] Relationships: [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/34814900]Ranzetto[/url] [font=courier new][size=3]"Growing up was very hard for him, Ranzeto's life was full of rules and limitations, his parents were very scared of what consequences his powers could bring to him. As much as he loved his close family he knew that this life was very tough for him. His charge never came and Ranzeto started to feel it was due to his isolation."[/size][/font] You can read it all on [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/34814900]Ranzetto's profile[/url]! [center] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img][/center] -----------

[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672819866910326784/celtic_1.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=6]ARE YOU WRITING LORE FROM MY / DID I ORDER LORE WITH YOU?[/size][/font][/center] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img] [font=courier new]- The viking earl system is similar to the european monarchical structure, with smaller kingdoms controlled by noble houses reporting to the reigning monarchs. In Besart, these noble houses are called the Yggerhall Earls. - Yggerhall cities have some degree of freedom while still under the domain of the monarchs. - Earls report directly to the monarchs on some matters while taking control of other aspects of daily life on their own - Unless I specifically tell you dragons are married and live together under the same roof, assume each dragon / character has its own residence, profession, life and routine. ------------ A short timeline to have in mind: >> The first strongest force in the country was House Ivar, where Nozette learned everything and later made her coup, killing House Ivar leader >> She joins forces with Khelgaro and unify the country making the Besart empire and Ygerhall. [/font]

[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672819866910326784/celtic_1.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=6]Writers & credits[/size][/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img][/center] [font=courier new] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=459947]TemplarKenway98[/url] #459947 Wrote Vladimir lore. [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=418159]Tobin [/url]#418159 Wrote Jolfriga's lore, got part of the core and I like it! [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=490723]GalaxyKitten1454[/url] #490723 They wrote Brovia's lore, really well written. I use a small part of it as a sniped on her bio! [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=498345]Lotron[/url] #498345 Wrote Brovia's lore. Really fast and reliable writer! [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=458764]Joywing[/url] #458764 Bought with them on wind foddart and was the first time I was pleased with lore. They did a really pretty scene for Valbrand and Cecille. <3 [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=212290]Tarshaan[/url] #212290 Got foddar writting with them. A prety poem about my Khelgaro <3 [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=280076]Mudy[/url] #280076 Mudy is my dear frend, everytime I write lore on my own I ask her to fix my crappy english (I'm not a native speaker haha) and she does wonders to it! Take a time to visit her gorgeous G1 spruce lair and her [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2546173/1]lore board[/url], everything is amazing. She's also the one I blame for inspiring me to do my own lore board hahaha. [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=196852]LostGirl[/url] #196852 She wrote a narrative for Moranna and omg, it's just right in the kokoro. I still can't believe how adorable it is. I look at it everyday! <3 Perfection! She nailed Moranna and Zaharus mood perfectly. [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=401852]OuchWorm[/url] #401852 Wrote Aurelia's lore and omg, she just understood my wheat field thing and did this amazing narrative for her and a snippet. I've been looking at it for five hours now. It's so beautiful. I'm out of words /cry She also put some knowledge onto it cause shes a plant science major and God, this is perfection! Ty! [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=131725]WesleyTheWitch[/url] #131725 Wrote a small scene for Moranna and Zaharus and omg I love it so much. It captures so well them and it's so cute and dorky at the same time. It cures depression! <3

[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672819866910326784/celtic_1.png[/img] [font=georgia][size=6]Mentions and headcanons![/size][/font] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/325419375882534912/672587523171680256/tiny_divider.png[/img][/center] Avedis by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2334297/153#post_43451245]Bluebird88[/url] by #327666 [font=courier new]>>Acts tough, but if any dragon tries to flirt with him (even Nazani) he turns into a mess. >>Has a soft spot for hatchlings, especially those that are orphans like him. He sees himself in them and can't help wanting them to be happy. >>He really wants to learn to paint, but he gets discouraged because he can be clumsy. >>Loves odd numbers, he's wary (almost superstitious) of even numbers and avoids them when he can.[/font] ------------- Nozette by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2334297/158#post_43886848]MangoLlama[/url] #344584 [font=courier new]Unrelated, but the art that you've got for her is lovely! Some of these are a bit based off her lore, so feel free to take them as you wish. >>A manipulative person (dragon?) but not overly cruel; though she does tend to prioritize conquest, she puts in the effort to make life comfortable for the ones she rules over. >>Due to the conditions she grew up in, she's learned how to tell whether or not a dragon is lying with scarily good accuracy. >>Collects sea glass, and has a nice box in her room for them >>Sews blankets for her familiar >>Always maintains and keeps her claws clean especially when she's stressed[/font] ----------------- Khelgaro by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2334297/158#post_43901794]Arilia[/url] #526031 [font=courier new]>> Khelgaro would always play around with the petals on his apparel. It’s become a nervous habit sort of thing. He’s tried to stop himself, to little avail. >> In battle, Khelgaro attacks up close but leaps aside from time to time just in time for his familiar to strike the opponent from mid-air. >> Khelgaro has a slight fear of the dark. Whenever he’s in somewhere like a cave, he has to use his Light powers to light things up. He’s really ashamed of it, but there isn’t much he could do. That is also why he has the candles apparel. >> Khelgaro can’t fly if his wings get even remotely wet. He absolutely hates it and has tried-and failed-many times. >> Khelgaro was extremely scared for his safety before coming to the South, thus why he always has to have weapons on him. Unfortunately the petals counteract any attempts at intimidation. ((I hope it’s okay... I’m not exactly a good writer, sorry))[/font]

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