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[font=Ink Free][size=6][b]Please do [u]NOT[/u] ping me! I am subscribed! ♥[/b][/size][/font] [font=Ink Free][size=5][b]I recently wrote a backstory for someone's dragon in a game thread and found the experience way more entertaining than I thought it would be...so WALA! A brand-new, shiny thread! Want a backstory, a hoard, and a quote that matches your dragons' themes? Perhaps try your luck here, where I will write for the dragons that inspire me most! This is also somewhat of an interest check: would you all be interested if I open a lore/backstory shop with examples like the one below? If so, how much should I charge for a lore blurb like it? Let me know! ♥[/b][/size][/font] [center][font=Ink Free][size=6][b][u]Example[/u][/b][/size][/font][/center] ------------------------- [item=Haunted Stone Orb] [item=Dusklight Alchemist Tools] [item=Conjurer's Staff] [item=Black Pawn] [item=Jar of Vapors] [font=Harrington][i][b]"I often think that the night is alive and more richly colored than the day."[/i] ~Vincent Van Gogh[/b] ------------------------- [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=30450&tab=dragon&did=2177898][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/hzvonpzcngbad5x/shadowtop2.png[/img][/url] [font=Centaur][size=4]The stand sat alone in silence. Any and every type of sound--the softest of whispers, the shrillest of screams, the most resonant of echoes--extinguished. It seemed to be a pocket in time: where the night was forever dominant, where the day was forever dimmed. Stars--stars [i]everywhere[/i]--speckling the sky as if they were bio-luminescent creatures swimming in the mighty deep sea; glowing shrubbery growing rampant next to its frail-looking frame; brambles eating away at whatever remained of its battered lamps--still somehow pulsing with a steady, dusky nightshade hue of light. It was, you could say...[i]haunted.[/i] Shrouded in eternal dusk. Bathed in eternal starlight and moonlight...and maintained by an eternal spell. The first sound--the distant caw of a crow--in a while. Sunrise in the land (essentially what many in Sornieth would call sunset) was approaching. A shuffling noise. A scrape. A flutter...and the stand itself folded into the form of a coatl. In such a land, anything could be an illusion, after all. Quickly whisking a hat from the misty air around him onto his head, he began to tread through the mysterious space, a deck of cards weaving and bobbing about his body. It was time for him to work...to play a game. One step. Two steps. Three...and then he stopped abruptly at the shores of an eerie cyan swamp. The high-pitched, hyena-like voice seemed to come from [i]within[/i] it. [i]"Ah, [b]Nyx.[/b] So you have come."[/i] There was a squelch, a gurgle...and then the entire swamp dissipated beneath Nyx's feet. Another illusion. The only question now was, who--or [i]what[/i]--would appear in the swamp's place? A cackle, followed by an elegant loop of movement...and the lamplight-adorned horns of a spiral emerged from the gloom. "You really DID decide to challenge me, eh? For a promotion? A raise? You realize that if I win, you will be discarded from this guild, sir, and that in this land, a guild is your only chance at life? A loss for me will result in nothing harmful. That's how the game works--because [b]life itself is unfair.[/b] Do you still want to proceed?" His eyes were crazed with an unsettling delight, as if he already had a trick up its talon to eject Nyx from his role. The jeering continued. "A card magician...who needs one these days?" [b]"You're. completely. disposable. Cards are old magic."[/b] He lifted his twisted gaze to glare at Nyx. "You want to be something of use? Then become a shrouder, and help conceal these lands, or a chess player, and earn the guild some actual treasure." The coatl's eyes glowed. "I stand by my challenge." A smirk edged the spiral's lips. "Then SUFFER." [b]. . .[/b] "Let it be known that Nyx has challenged Mist to a duel!" The two glowered at each other, decks poised. "Whoever dispels the mist from his foe's set of cards and reads them first will win the match!" Mist sneered. "Card magic won't help you here, will it, Nyx?" "AND START!!!" The spiral, being nimble and flexible, attempted to twist between Nyx's cards--and broke through. "A king of clubs. A jack of hearts. An [b]ACE OF SPADES.[/b] How ordinary, but commonplace of a low-rank like you, Nyx!" A sudden blast of--well, mist--enveloped the area, subsequently causing the cards to disappear: a well-planned illusion. Mist tied himself into knots, clearly agitated that his pride had gotten to the better of him. Razor-like talons dug into the spiral's shoulders, followed by a soft, husky voice: [b]"Who's really the low-rank? It may currently be me physically, but it will always be you in morals...and judging from the look of pure terror on your face that cannot be maintained through illusions alone, I'm going to go ahead and say that I've caught the real you." [/b] Mist tensed, stunned. "An ace of spades. A king of clubs. A jack of hearts." The coatl stared intently at his rival. "Hmm...interesting, don't you think? Calling me lowly when you have three of the exact same cards in your deck?" "A queen of hearts. A 2 of diamonds..." [b]. . .[/b] So the match ended. Mist limped to his lair, head bowed in defeat. Nyx was promoted. And yet Nyx still treated his colleague with respect long afterwards. He may have been powerful. He may have been talented. He may have been cunning--but he would always, like the darkness shrouding his homeland, remain constant: Nyx...the humble. [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=30450&tab=dragon&did=2177898][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ven9gmk4qi14dr5/shadowbottom2.png[/img][/url]
Please do NOT ping me! I am subscribed! ♥

I recently wrote a backstory for someone's dragon in a game thread and found the experience way more entertaining than I thought it would be...so WALA! A brand-new, shiny thread! Want a backstory, a hoard, and a quote that matches your dragons' themes? Perhaps try your luck here, where I will write for the dragons that inspire me most!

This is also somewhat of an interest check: would you all be interested if I open a lore/backstory shop with examples like the one below? If so, how much should I charge for a lore blurb like it? Let me know! ♥


Example




"I often think that the night is alive and more richly colored than the day." ~Vincent Van Gogh



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The stand sat alone in silence. Any and every type of sound--the softest of whispers, the shrillest of screams, the most resonant of echoes--extinguished. It seemed to be a pocket in time: where the night was forever dominant, where the day was forever dimmed. Stars--stars everywhere--speckling the sky as if they were bio-luminescent creatures swimming in the mighty deep sea; glowing shrubbery growing rampant next to its frail-looking frame; brambles eating away at whatever remained of its battered lamps--still somehow pulsing with a steady, dusky nightshade hue of light. It was, you could say...haunted. Shrouded in eternal dusk. Bathed in eternal starlight and moonlight...and maintained by an eternal spell.

The first sound--the distant caw of a crow--in a while. Sunrise in the land (essentially what many in Sornieth would call sunset) was approaching. A shuffling noise. A scrape. A flutter...and the stand itself folded into the form of a coatl. In such a land, anything could be an illusion, after all. Quickly whisking a hat from the misty air around him onto his head, he began to tread through the mysterious space, a deck of cards weaving and bobbing about his body. It was time for him to work...to play a game. One step. Two steps. Three...and then he stopped abruptly at the shores of an eerie cyan swamp.

The high-pitched, hyena-like voice seemed to come from within it.
"Ah, Nyx. So you have come."

There was a squelch, a gurgle...and then the entire swamp dissipated beneath Nyx's feet. Another illusion. The only question now was, who--or what--would appear in the swamp's place?

A cackle, followed by an elegant loop of movement...and the lamplight-adorned horns of a spiral emerged from the gloom. "You really DID decide to challenge me, eh? For a promotion? A raise? You realize that if I win, you will be discarded from this guild, sir, and that in this land, a guild is your only chance at life? A loss for me will result in nothing harmful. That's how the game works--because life itself is unfair. Do you still want to proceed?" His eyes were crazed with an unsettling delight, as if he already had a trick up its talon to eject Nyx from his role. The jeering continued. "A card magician...who needs one these days?"

"You're. completely. disposable. Cards are old magic."
He lifted his twisted gaze to glare at Nyx. "You want to be something of use? Then become a shrouder, and help conceal these lands, or a chess player, and earn the guild some actual treasure."

The coatl's eyes glowed. "I stand by my challenge."

A smirk edged the spiral's lips. "Then SUFFER."

. . .

"Let it be known that Nyx has challenged Mist to a duel!"
The two glowered at each other, decks poised. "Whoever dispels the mist from his foe's set of cards and reads them first will win the match!"

Mist sneered. "Card magic won't help you here, will it, Nyx?"

"AND START!!!"

The spiral, being nimble and flexible, attempted to twist between Nyx's cards--and broke through.
"A king of clubs. A jack of hearts. An ACE OF SPADES. How ordinary, but commonplace of a low-rank like you, Nyx!"

A sudden blast of--well, mist--enveloped the area, subsequently causing the cards to disappear: a well-planned illusion. Mist tied himself into knots, clearly agitated that his pride had gotten to the better of him. Razor-like talons dug into the spiral's shoulders, followed by a soft, husky voice: "Who's really the low-rank? It may currently be me physically, but it will always be you in morals...and judging from the look of pure terror on your face that cannot be maintained through illusions alone, I'm going to go ahead and say that I've caught the real you."

Mist tensed, stunned.

"An ace of spades. A king of clubs. A jack of hearts." The coatl stared intently at his rival. "Hmm...interesting, don't you think? Calling me lowly when you have three of the exact same cards in your deck?"

"A queen of hearts. A 2 of diamonds..."

. . .

So the match ended.

Mist limped to his lair, head bowed in defeat. Nyx was promoted.
And yet Nyx still treated his colleague with respect long afterwards.

He may have been powerful. He may have been talented. He may have been cunning--but he would always, like the darkness shrouding his homeland, remain constant: Nyx...the humble.

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Aaand open for requests! :D
Aaand open for requests! :D
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Slightly more info: the first person to participate is guaranteed a lore for their dragon, but there are still plenty more opportunities! The other recipient(s) of dragon lore will be chosen on Flight Rising's anniversary, June 8th (assuming that this thread gets any interest haha :'D)!
Slightly more info: the first person to participate is guaranteed a lore for their dragon, but there are still plenty more opportunities! The other recipient(s) of dragon lore will be chosen on Flight Rising's anniversary, June 8th (assuming that this thread gets any interest haha :'D)!
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I would love to get lore/backstory for this guy. Let me know if you need ideas, Avis is Latin for bird btw ;3 [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=58954853] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/589549/58954853_350.png[/img] [/url]
I would love to get lore/backstory for this guy. Let me know if you need ideas, Avis is Latin for bird btw ;3


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@Digimon11

What a beautiful lad! :O
Is there any emotional theme/keyword you would like me to stick to,
or would you rather have me write whatever comes to mind?
@Digimon11

What a beautiful lad! :O
Is there any emotional theme/keyword you would like me to stick to,
or would you rather have me write whatever comes to mind?
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Feel free to write whatever comes to mind! The only thing I would add is that he is free-willed and is pretty calm. He doesn’t do well in closed spaces.
Feel free to write whatever comes to mind! The only thing I would add is that he is free-willed and is pretty calm. He doesn’t do well in closed spaces.
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Would love a little thing for any one of my dragons from the first tab

Take your liberty I have a lore page linked on my signature if that is of any help.




As for pricing help for the future, it depends on how much you write for each person. A large wall like that is a few thousand, but a little quote no more than 500. I'm sure people will have an interest in a shop. You're writing is excellent and flows nicely. Take this as a test run and if you still have the drive open up a shop.
Would love a little thing for any one of my dragons from the first tab

Take your liberty I have a lore page linked on my signature if that is of any help.




As for pricing help for the future, it depends on how much you write for each person. A large wall like that is a few thousand, but a little quote no more than 500. I'm sure people will have an interest in a shop. You're writing is excellent and flows nicely. Take this as a test run and if you still have the drive open up a shop.
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“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”

Cry•tus
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Heyyy how's it going my friend? OwO
I would really appreciate it if you had enough spare time to create some lore for my Amadea!
Key theme words: Purity, justice, love

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Heyyy how's it going my friend? OwO
I would really appreciate it if you had enough spare time to create some lore for my Amadea!
Key theme words: Purity, justice, love

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[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=59207050] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/592071/59207050_350.png[/img] [/url] How about something for this girl? Her name is Heretic, she's a member of my clan's sentry defense force. Write whatever you wish, be it long or short!

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How about something for this girl? Her name is Heretic, she's a member of my clan's sentry defense force. Write whatever you wish, be it long or short!
@Digimon11 Loved writing every single word of Avis's backstory! Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed crafting it! <3 ------------------------- [item=Amphibious Wing] [item=Catfeather Loop] [item=Prairie Polearm] [item=Avian Gemstaff] [item=Emerald Brooch] [font=Harrington][i][b]"Once you have tasted the taste of sky you will forever look up."[/i] ~Leonardo Da Vinci[/b] ------------------------- [center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=30450&tab=dragon&did=2177898][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/kk5kaag52acu28a/windtop.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Centaur][size=4]The daytime breeze had died down to a whispering piano: no roaring gust to sweep away the smallest of wings. The night was tranquil, undisturbed: no shrill screeches to pierce delicate ears. The air was warm, cozy even: no chilling cold to slither through the blood of young hearts...yet amidst such ideal conditions for a hatch, the nursery remained empty. No excited squeaking. No high-pitched squeals--not even the shuffle of tiny talons. Every single hatchling that once roamed within it--gone, ushered in by tentative nudges and concerned growls. All that remained was a single half-bloomed bud of a nature egg, lit by a lonely beam of moonlight. It was February 2, 2020. A palindrome, the first one in centuries...and in the realm of wind, the very realm accustomed to change, hatching on a day so constant was the equivalent...of [b]sin.[/b] The dragons of the Zephyr Steppes watched. Waited. Listened. A silence--one almost impossible to be broken--ensued...until the [i]sound.[/i] A single crackle, shattering the tense tranquility of the area. A single crackle, a sound as profound as the thunderous fall of a lightning-struck tree. A single crackle, as profound as the blazen winds of change. A single crackle...as profound as the newly made cracks creeping along the lone egg's shell. It was hatching--and perilously too soon. There was a sudden wave of furious murmurs. "Kill it. Kill it now, before the miserable wretch lives the cursed life it is bound to." "I'm not going near that monstrosity. It's not worth my attention! Someone else rid us of it!" "What if the hatchling turns demonic on us? How will anything stop him?" "If you're so clever, you get down there and kill it!!" "You seem to be eager to do it, too, though." "Never mind me; a [b]beast[/b] is about to hatch! We can't just sit there! Zephyr, somebody--slaughter it! It deserves no life!" The skydancer dragoness, Zephyr, was hesitant. She, like everyone else, was scared: scared of the power, of the destruction--of the change--that a palindrome hatchling could bring. Gentle claws cradled the egg. Deep jade-green eyes regarded the bud, which had now bloomed into a gorgeous moonflower. Talons squeezed the shell, threatening to compress the hatchling within...before they relaxed at the softest touch--the shakiest breath of new life. The hatchling had emerged from it...and it was [i]beautiful.[/i] In fact, it was so perfect it seemed more like an ideally carved statue than a dragon: a handsome, chiseled face, two fathomless pools of emerald green for eyes, and a pair of feathered wings so radiant they seemed to be made of gold. What was even more abnormal, though, was that it was eerily [i]quiet.[/i] There was no usual cry. No usual scrambling. No racket at all...just the understanding gaze of those emerald-green eyes. Blinking. At her, as if they already knew all her sorrows, all her pains. There would be no more suffering. Zephyr placed the hatchling down. This was no monster. It was a life--one that was beautiful and intelligent, one just as worthy as keeping as the others. The chants of her comrades surrounded her. "What are you waiting for?" "Kill it! It will end us all!" The skydancer shook her head. "Look at his eyes. [i]Look at them,[/i] and tell me if this is a creature sent to us by the Shade." A mirror snarled. "You've officially gone mad, Zephyr. I see green--the color of envy, the color of poison, of acid, of every terrible thing in between. If anything, he [i]is[/i] the Shade itself!" A series of triumphant chattering backed him up. Zephyr flattened her feathers. "It's also the color of renewal, of new life alike--of change!" "Zephyr, if you don't dispose of him, I will, myself!" The hatchling stayed calm--calmer than ever. It continued to stare. Stare in silence...as if it knew that its death was inevitable, so there would be no point in having a voice to argue against it. A sob choked Zephyr's throat. Talons grasped the hatchling's body, dangling it over the steep cliff the group was perched on. If the hatchling was to have one chance at living, this was it. Something about his wings told Zephyr that he was a natural-born flyer...and he'd better be. Zephyr let go... and the hatchling was no more. [size=6]. . .[/size] [b]"Avis."[/b] The voice woke the hatchling from the crash-landing of his first untimely flight. A pair of shocked eyes. A ghostly, sky-blue face. A slender snout. "It means bird. A fitting name, don't you think? You soared right through the sky, youngster. Very impressive first flight, I must say! My name is [b]Litri[/b], and in my clan, you can fly free...like the bird you were named for." Those intelligent emerald-green eyes widened. And then his first phrase, a mere whisper: [b]"Home?"[/b][/size][/font] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=30450&tab=dragon&did=2177898][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/x70o1tgtwji443a/windbottom.png[/img][/url]
@Digimon11

Loved writing every single word of Avis's backstory!
Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed crafting it! <3




"Once you have tasted the taste of sky you will forever look up." ~Leonardo Da Vinci


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The daytime breeze had died down to a whispering piano: no roaring gust to sweep away the smallest of wings. The night was tranquil, undisturbed: no shrill screeches to pierce delicate ears. The air was warm, cozy even: no chilling cold to slither through the blood of young hearts...yet amidst such ideal conditions for a hatch, the nursery remained empty. No excited squeaking. No high-pitched squeals--not even the shuffle of tiny talons.
Every single hatchling that once roamed within it--gone, ushered in by tentative nudges and concerned growls.

All that remained was a single half-bloomed bud of a nature egg, lit by a lonely beam of moonlight.

It was February 2, 2020. A palindrome, the first one in centuries...and in the realm of wind, the very realm accustomed to change, hatching on a day so constant was the equivalent...of sin.

The dragons of the Zephyr Steppes watched. Waited. Listened.
A silence--one almost impossible to be broken--ensued...until the sound.
A single crackle, shattering the tense tranquility of the area.
A single crackle, a sound as profound as the thunderous fall of a lightning-struck tree.
A single crackle, as profound as the blazen winds of change.
A single crackle...as profound as the newly made cracks creeping along the lone egg's shell.

It was hatching--and perilously too soon.

There was a sudden wave of furious murmurs. "Kill it. Kill it now, before the miserable wretch lives the cursed life it is bound to." "I'm not going near that monstrosity. It's not worth my attention! Someone else rid us of it!" "What if the hatchling turns demonic on us? How will anything stop him?" "If you're so clever, you get down there and kill it!!" "You seem to be eager to do it, too, though." "Never mind me; a beast is about to hatch! We can't just sit there! Zephyr, somebody--slaughter it! It deserves no life!"

The skydancer dragoness, Zephyr, was hesitant. She, like everyone else, was scared: scared of the power, of the destruction--of the change--that a palindrome hatchling could bring. Gentle claws cradled the egg. Deep jade-green eyes regarded the bud, which had now bloomed into a gorgeous moonflower. Talons squeezed the shell, threatening to compress the hatchling within...before they relaxed at the softest touch--the shakiest breath of new life. The hatchling had emerged from it...and it was beautiful.

In fact, it was so perfect it seemed more like an ideally carved statue than a dragon: a handsome, chiseled face, two fathomless pools of emerald green for eyes, and a pair of feathered wings so radiant they seemed to be made of gold. What was even more abnormal, though, was that it was eerily quiet.

There was no usual cry. No usual scrambling. No racket at all...just the understanding gaze of those emerald-green eyes. Blinking. At her, as if they already knew all her sorrows, all her pains.
There would be no more suffering.

Zephyr placed the hatchling down. This was no monster.
It was a life--one that was beautiful and intelligent, one just as worthy as keeping as the others.

The chants of her comrades surrounded her. "What are you waiting for?" "Kill it! It will end us all!"

The skydancer shook her head. "Look at his eyes. Look at them, and tell me if this is a creature sent to us by the Shade." A mirror snarled. "You've officially gone mad, Zephyr. I see green--the color of envy, the color of poison, of acid, of every terrible thing in between. If anything, he is the Shade itself!" A series of triumphant chattering backed him up. Zephyr flattened her feathers. "It's also the color of renewal, of new life alike--of change!" "Zephyr, if you don't dispose of him, I will, myself!"

The hatchling stayed calm--calmer than ever. It continued to stare. Stare in silence...as if it knew that its death was inevitable, so there would be no point in having a voice to argue against it.

A sob choked Zephyr's throat. Talons grasped the hatchling's body, dangling it over the steep cliff the group was perched on. If the hatchling was to have one chance at living, this was it. Something about his wings told Zephyr that he was a natural-born flyer...and he'd better be.

Zephyr let go...
and the hatchling was no more.

. . .

"Avis." The voice woke the hatchling from the crash-landing of his first untimely flight. A pair of shocked eyes. A ghostly, sky-blue face. A slender snout. "It means bird. A fitting name, don't you think? You soared right through the sky, youngster. Very impressive first flight, I must say! My name is Litri, and in my clan, you can fly free...like the bird you were named for." Those intelligent emerald-green eyes widened. And then his first phrase, a mere whisper:
"Home?"


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