Creative Corner

[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Y0Pdy3dn/Divider-Horizontal.png[/img][/center] [center][i]The place is deserted, plain as day. Consistent with the last few places, belongings have been left behind. Food stays untouched on plates. Livestock, pets, familiars forced to fend for themselves. Dust covers every surface, undisturbed. As if, one day, everyone just...got up and left. The question is, where did everyone go? And why?[/i] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] [center]Welcome to another Lorelocke! You may be seeing some of these pop up here in the Creative Corner. Since it's much more suited to my interests than a Pinkerlocke, I thought I might give it a try. Rules created by @/Aetherstorm are [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2860071/]here[/url] [s]finally a use for my dice during DnD downtime[/s][/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img] Join me on the journey to find [b][i][size=5][color=purple]Those Who Remain[/color][/size][/i][/b] [center]@/Aetherstorm[/center] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/63wgdYPC/Bottom.png[/img][/center] [right][size=2]all assets provided by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2257922]Poisonedpaper[/url][/size][/right]

[columns][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3xmtn2m1/Grotesque-L.png[/img][nextcol][color=transparent]_[/color][b][size=4]The Found[/size][/b][/columns] [columns][img]https://i.postimg.cc/0N7hMLV8/Banner-top.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/SNtBwLXp/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/SNtBwLXp/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/SNtBwLXp/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/SNtBwLXp/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/SNtBwLXp/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/SNtBwLXp/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/SNtBwLXp/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/SNtBwLXp/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/nhy6LHYR/Banner-Bottom.png[/img] [nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=62532622][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/625327/62532622p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=62661037][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/626611/62661037p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=62691369][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/626914/62691369p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=61311917][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/613120/61311917p.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][b]Duchess[/b], a disgraced noble's daughter. Upon leaving her home in exile, she wandered The Shadowed Sanctorum in a dilerium. She was hoping to find a place to stay for a few nights, but every nest, den, and lair was empty. Alarmed, she wants to know why. Aloof, guarded, and slow to open up. [b]Wolfsbane[/b] woke up in a patch of deadly flowers. With no family in sight, they don't know what to think. When they could find no one from their clan, that's when the panic set in. The Shadowed Sanctorum is a dangerous place at night when one is alone. Curious, energetic, and quick to anger. [b]Ghost[/b] ??? [b]Rain[/b] may have been born in the Pit of Pestilence, but he's lived most of his life on The Mountain. But something had happened that had frightened him to leave his home and travel as far away as he could. He found a new home in the Sanctorum. Self-assured, eagle-eyed, and never seems to stop talking. [/columns] [columns][color=transparent]______________________________________________________________________[/color][b][size=4]The Lost[/size][/b] [nextcol][img]https://i.postimg.cc/6Tsw-52hy/Grotesque-R.png[/img] [/columns] [columns][color=transparent]_______________________________________________________________________[/color][nextcol]None yet[color=transparent]_[/color] [nextcol][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydvkdPJW/Banner-top.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/pT2mR7Lg/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/pT2mR7Lg/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/pT2mR7Lg/Banner-middle.png[/img] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/Fz6zbHV4/Banner-Bottom.png[/img][/columns]

[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RhJ7qzTd/Top.png[/img][/center] [center][color=purple][size=4][b]Watch the days go by.[/b][/size][/color][/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2889529#post_44081135]Chapter 1[/url][color=transparent]______[/color][nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2889529/1#post_44096237]Chapter 2[/url][color=transparent]______[/color][nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2889529#post_44136745]Chapter 3[/url][color=transparent]______[/color][nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2889529/1#post_44438960]Chapter 4[/url][/columns] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/63wgdYPC/Bottom.png[/img][/center]

[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RhJ7qzTd/Top.png[/img][/center] [center][u]Chapter 1[/u] 3[/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] [center][i]It's dark in the Sanctorum, darker than usual. The time is closer than ever before. Everything is almost complete. All I need is a few more, but they won't be hard to find. Heh, wish I could see his face now. He doesn't know what's coming. No one does. And when they do, it will be too late.[/i][/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] This was the fifth lair Duchess had come across, and her hopes were sinking lower and lower. Abandoned dens covered in dust. No one, dragon or beast, had come through here for days. Duchess found this odd, wouldn't thieves or scavengers come to pick this place clean? She didn't stay long, knowing it would tell the same story as the others. Besides, the dust was getting into her fur and was a [i]pain[/i] to get out. As she traveled through the Sanctorum, she could hear the rustling of small critters around her. The one thing that kept Duchess moving forward was just that. Dragons may have disappeared, but life was still there. But the more she thought about it, the more confusing it became. [i]If not all life, why just dragons? And if all dragons, why not me?[/i] It was not a comforting thought. [i]Something[/i] had happened that night she went into exile. Duchess wandered through the trees without direction, hoping some thought or idea would show itself. Suddenly she stopped, a wave of exhaustion coming over her. A nap sounded like a good idea. The young Wildclaw curled up and groomed herself; after all, even a disgraced noble still had standards. Eventually, she fell asleep, unaware of the stony ruins behind her. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] A young Coatl shook themselves awake and stretched. Today was going to be a long day, but also a good one. Today, their flight feathers would have fully grown in; they were ready to fly. They looked around in excitement. As they took everything in, that excitement turned to confusion, and then to panic. This wasn't home at all. The young dragon took a step forward, then stopped as their foot sank into greenery. They were in a patch of flowers. More strange, a flower they knew. This was a deadly flower as well as this dragon's namesake; Wolfsbane. The Coatl yelped and leaped out of the flower patch. It was frightening that everyone they knew wasn't around, but waking up in an unfamiliar and dangerous location was even more so. Wolfsbane didn't know what they should do, but they remembered what their parents told them when they were just a few hours old; if anything were to happen, Wolfsbane was to go to the old ruins. There, the local nobles, a family of Wildclaws, would help. Wolf didn't know what nobles were, but it seemed they offered counsel and protection when needed. The only problem, Wolf didn't know how to get to the ruins from here. They didn't even know where they were. [i]Well,[/i] they thought, [i]time to put these new wings to use![/i] Feeling better, they set off in search of these ruins. They had a plan. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] Five days ago, something went wrong. You could feel it, even if you couldn't comprehend it. The cold had been comforting, the cries and wails were not. [i]This is wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen to you.[/i] You told the voice to go away, to let you sleep. The voice did not comply. Something had gone wrong, and the voice intended to fix it. You did not know what that meant. Those five days have now passed, and you are starting to learn what that means. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] WO, first day and it's worldbuilding. Unfortunately, I can't get into too much of that yet without revealing things early. Also, I have to think of things first. I just started this! [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/63wgdYPC/Bottom.png[/img][/center] [right][size=2]@Aetherstorm[/size][/right]

Aw, sweet, another lorelocke! Could I please be added to the pinglist?

[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RhJ7qzTd/Top.png[/img][/center] [center][u]Chapter 2[/u] 13, 1[/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] [center][i]Everything is progressing on schedule. Today I will claim the Light.[/i][/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] Chirping high above was what woke Wolfsbane up. They hadn't noticed that they had fallen asleep. The fatigue in their wings, however, they did. It had been a long and tiring journey yesterday, searching for the ruins. They must have woken up in a place far from their home, because it had taken them until well after midday to spot the ruins above the trees. No with a fresh day ahead, they would be at their destination in no time. Heaving themselves off the ground, Wolf flapped their wings a few times. They bit back a groan; the wings were [i]very[/i] sore. [i]No flying today,[/i] they resigned. Well, they knew where they were headed, no more trips to the treetops were needed. Not thirty minutes into Wolf's trip, they came across their first lair. "Hello?" they called. No answer. It was well past morning, [i]someone[/i] must be awake. "Hello!?" they called again. And again, no answer. Wolfsbane started poking their nose into dens, expecting to find sleeping figures, or even dead ones. Nothing but dust and abandoned belongings. The inspection of the three other dens revealed no more new information. Coming upon the food stores, however, Wolf paused. A few were nestled amongst bundles of plants. They knew they shouldn't take any in case this clan comes back, but hunger got the better of them. It had been several hours since they'd last eaten, so they hoped the family who lived here would understand. After they were finished, they noticed the footprints, the unmistakable claws of a Wildclaw. Was this Wildclaw from the family in the ruins? Or were they someone dangerous? Wolf forged onward, following the Wildclaw's trail. They would take that chance. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] Duchess was dreaming. Shadowy figures danced just outside of her vision, obscuring them to mere wisps. They held no form, but they [i]were[/i] dragons, she just knew. And they were trying to tell her something. One figure, bigger than the rest, came forward. Duchess had taken a step back before she realized what she was doing. The figure brought out its fist and uncurled its claws. Glowing in its palm was— "Hey, wake up!" Duchess lunged away from the strange dragon, startling him. "Woah!" The Coatl backed away a few steps. "Sorry, didn't mean to do that." "You—you're real." He gave her a strange look. "I do believe I'm real. My name's Wolfsbane. They/them." Now it was Duchess's turn to give the Coatl a weird look. "They/them?" Wolfsbane sighed. "Yeah. those are my pronouns. I know I have the ear tufts of a male Coatl, but," he took a deep breath, "I'm not." "Oh." Duchess gave [i]them[/i] a once over, then said, "Well in that case, my name is Duchess. She/her." She'd heard of these kinds of dragons briefly, but she never thought she would meet one so soon. But, a dragon's a dragon. She would put up with an insufferable Pearlcatcher if it meant she wouldn't have to be alone. "It's nice to meet you, Duchess. Are you part of the Wildclaw family living here? I need their help." "I—yes, I am from the nobility here. Though I'm not sure my family would be of much help." Wolfsbane looked confused. "Did I hear you right? Why won't they?" Duchess sighed. "I don't know if you noticed, but all the dragons are gone. Well, except for the two of us." She gazed at the home she just so recently left. "There's no one in the ruins anymore." Wolfsbane walked up to the crumbling entrance. "How do you know that?" Duchess followed behind them, laying one forepaw against the door. "The door is closed. The door never closes." "Can you open it?" She glanced at Wolfsbane. "I can try." Placing both forepaws on the door, Duchess delved inward. Towards her very core, she found the different. When she first found it eight days ago, she had no idea what to make of it. Couldn't wield it properly, couldn't— The door rumbled open, dumping Duchess gracelessly to the floor. A small laugh came from behind her. As she pushed herself up, she turned around to glare at Wolfsbane. They did their best to smother their laughter, but the occasional giggle still slipped out. Duchess dusted herself off and walked further into the ruins. Everything about her home was familiar, but there was no comfort in it. Something felt wrong. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] Something is pushing you. Something is nudging you. Something is [i]pulling[/i] you. It's gone. What was that? There was a pulse of strange energy, and it resonated with you. You're a currious little one. You're no longer a hatchlilng. no one will miss you. They gave up on you the day you hatched. You don't mind, it wouldn't have worked out anyway. Besides, something is pulling you. With one last look up the Spelltower, you take off towards the realm of night, the Shadowed Sanctorum. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] Aw man, that's door is [i]riveting[/i] conflict. Dumped Duchess on the floor and everything. Rude. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/63wgdYPC/Bottom.png[/img][/center] [right][size=2]@Aetherstorm[/size][/right]

[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RhJ7qzTd/Top.png[/img][/center] [center][u]Chapter 3[/u] 20, 2, 2, 4, 10, 3[/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] He'd been watching them for about an hour now, the Coatl and the Wildclaw. The Coatl he didn't know, but he recognized the Wildclaw right away; he had seen her be cast out by her parents. He wondered why she had comeback though, there was nothing here. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] This was the fourth time the two had wandered through this particular corridor, and Wolfsbane was beginning to worry about their companion. "Is there something you're looking for?" they asked. Duchess jumped at the sudden noise. "I—it's hard to explain. How good is your nose?" "Uh." Wolf sniffed the air. "About as good as my hearing." "So you probably can't smell that, can you?" "I guess not. What is it?" "A dragon. And it's fresh." Duchess whirled around, searching back the way they'd came. Wolf followed her gaze, but could see nothing out of the ordinary. "Come out, I know you're there." Silence. Duchess continued her staring contest until a small shadow detached itself from the wall. It was a kind of dragon Wolf had never seen in their short life. They didn't know dragons could stay so small. "Who are you?" Duchess demanded. "How did you get in?" The small dragon landed on a broken pillar, large crests moving with a life of their own."My name is Rain and I've lived here longer than you." The dragon's monotone grated on Wolf's hearing. "[i]I[/i] am a male Fae from the Pit of Pestilence and I have been in your family's ruins for the past few days. I came here from The Mountain, fleeing what had happened there and before that—" "Okay, okay!" Duchess interrupted, "I didn't need your life story. Can you tell us what happened here?" "Oh, the same thing that happened on The Mountain." Rain noticed Wolf staring. "What's his problem? Has he never seen a Fae before? I know I can be pretty overwhelming—" Again, Duchess interrupted. "[i]They[/i] are probably just shocked. Being newly hatched, I'd imagine they haven't seen other dragons besides Wildclaws, Nocturnes, and other Coatls." She paused. "Even I only know about other dragons because my parents taught me. You are the first Fae I've seen as well." Rain looked back at Wolf. "They, huh?" His crests rippled. "I've known a few Coatls, it was always a pain to communicate with them. I imagine hearing a Fae for the first time is always a shock to Coatls. You should hear Fae who've only grown up around other Fae! Their monotone is [i]even wo—[/i] This time it was Wolf who interrupted. "What do you mean, 'what happened on The Mountain'?" Rain fell silent, his crests still. When he spoke again, it was in the same monotone, but something was strained. "W-why, they all disappeared, of course!" [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] You have flown nonstop for several hours. Rest does not cross your mind, as you are not tired. Food does not cross your mind, as you are not hungry. You feel only the pull of the different, leading you to your destination. Soon you will have crossed the land of sickness and made it to the shadowy place; then you can begin your real search. The search for what, you wonder. But it does not matter. You will find out soon enough. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] It's been a few days, have a new dragon! [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/63wgdYPC/Bottom.png[/img][/center] [right][size=2]@Aetherstorm[/size][/right]

[center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RhJ7qzTd/Top.png[/img][/center] [center][u]Chapter 4[/u] 12, 4, 7[/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] Deep within the earth, entombed in shadow, the roof of the Simulacrum rose high. Within the cavernous space, a full grown Imperial dragon could fly with ease. But there were no Imperials here. Duchess had led her two new friends here—the heart of her home—for a reason. The same pull she had felt eight days ago was there again, and more powerful. More...[i]insistent[/i]. That was the right word. It was getting late, and Duchess had convinced the others this was the best place to bed down. After raiding the foodstores—which were mostly meat to Wolfsbane and Rain's disappointment—the three dragons curled up to sleep. But Duchess couldn't sleep quite yet. "Rain? I have a question." The Fae's crests rippled. "Shoot." "What brought you to my family's home? Surely there are other lairs and towns closer to the Mountain." "Well," Rain said after a moment, "I guess it was a rush of '[i]ahh got to get as far away as possible[/i]' sort of thing, ya know? I wasn't exactly thinking about [i]where[/i] to go, just to get away from...whatever happened." "Well then, wouldn't you have then gone even further? The Sanctorum still borders the Mountain. The Static Canyon or the Frozen Glacier is much further." "Look, I don't know why I landed here. I was tired and hungry, this place was like a beacon to me." Rain's crests flared. "I don't appreciate this line of questioning. Why do you care, anyway? Like, I know it's your home, but I saw more than just your family living here." He paused, then said accusingly, "Why, are you hiding something here?" Duchess reared back, her heart thudding in her chest. "[i]I'm not hiding anything![/i]" she hissed. "And even if I was, I wouldn't tell you! Maybe [i]you're[/i] hiding something yourself!" "[i]I'm[/i] hiding something!? And what—" A burst of flame from a forgotten Coatl interrupted Rain. Both he and Duchess looked at Wolfsbane. "Will you two be quiet!?" they cried. "Here I thought we were supposed to get some sleep, then you two start yammering away, getting louder by the minute! If you're going to argue, save it for tomorrow!" Rain and Duchess looked sheepishly at each other. "Sorry, Wolf," said Rain, "it's been a stressful few days for me and I haven't had much company besides." "Stressful is one way to put it," Duchess murmured, embarrassed. "Apologies, Wolfsbane. And apologies, Rain; I had no right to ask such probing questions." Wolfsbane gave a sleepy huff as Rain said, "Ah, it's alright. I can understand why you asked them." The three dragons drifted into sleep. Duchess was almost asleep when— "Rain, what exactly happened on the Mountain?" —and she was wide awake. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] Rain froze at the dreaded question. So far he'd been able to deflect it, but he couldn't anymore. Wolf was once again talking. "I know you said everyone disappeared, but how did it happen?" Rain glanced uneasily at Duchess, hoping she would be asleep, but the Wildclaw looked as tense as a Lightning hatchling's toy. He sighed, he would have to be careful with his wording. "I mean, there's not much else to add. One day they were there, the next they weren't. Very similar to what happened here, in fact. It was seven days ago now." Eight days, in fact, since the first pulse happened. But they didn't need to know that. Or that every night since he would have nightmares of someone being taken away. No, they didn't need to know that. Duchess spoke up. "A few days ago, Mother and Father were talking about something that had happened in the Abyssal Depths. Traders had gone to the border, but no one was there to meet them. I didn't think about it at the time. Could it be similar?" The three dragons were silent at that sobering thought. What if all the regions were being somehow emptied one after another? Where were the deities? And how many regions were left? If it had started with Earth seven days ago, Rain thought, then there was three regions left. [i]If I'm right, then Plague is in two days.[/i] Finally drifting into sleep, Rain didn't know how to feel about that. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] Night is falling, and you are finally here. The shadowy place is looking, well, shadowy. [i]The Shadowed Sanctorum[/i]. Again, that voice. You tell it to go away and shift towards your next task. Somewhere in the ruins below is the Waker, and others you don't know. But you will learn. You have an important job, and they all have an important part to play. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/tgGMjBp8/Divider-640.png[/img][/center] Noooooo it hasn't been a month what are you talking about haha Anyway, time to sow the seeds of distrust. Always be careful with your wording kids, or a talkative Fae might pick up on things you don't want him to >:) [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/63wgdYPC/Bottom.png[/img][/center] [right][size=2]@Aetherstorm[/size][/right]