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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/kpEytKd.png[/img] [b]You are more than welcome to comment in here! :)[/b][/center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Ozw0hdt.png[/img]Hello there! Welcome to my little lore corner! I'm not going to make a fancy and in lore intro to this thread. This is just to tell you a bit about me and what I'll be writing. All the lore I'll be droping here, it's lore I wrote for my dragons. It's in their bio, and I just want a thread like journal to keep it more organized and easier to read. I have tons of ideas for my clan, but I admit I'm a bit lazy to write, so don't expect new lore frequently. English is also not my main language, so excuse any typos, mistakes or confusing writing (feel free to let me know of any of these, so I can correct them and improve!). And... I think it's all! Feel free to post and engage in conversation! Critiques are most welcome! ^^ Have fun reading <3
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Ozw0hdt.pngHello there! Welcome to my little lore corner! I'm not going to make a fancy and in lore intro to this thread. This is just to tell you a bit about me and what I'll be writing.

All the lore I'll be droping here, it's lore I wrote for my dragons. It's in their bio, and I just want a thread like journal to keep it more organized and easier to read. I have tons of ideas for my clan, but I admit I'm a bit lazy to write, so don't expect new lore frequently. English is also not my main language, so excuse any typos, mistakes or confusing writing (feel free to let me know of any of these, so I can correct them and improve!).

And... I think it's all! Feel free to post and engage in conversation! Critiques are most welcome! ^^ Have fun reading <3
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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/kpEytKd.png[/img] [size=5][b]Clan Archives[/b][/size] [i]Obviously, the posts aren't going to be in the "correct" order, so I suggest using the links below for easier navigation![/i] [img]https://i.imgur.com/QoqYYU7.png[/img][/center] [size=4][b]Chapter 1:[/b] Coming Soon[/size] [size=4][b]Chapter 2:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868/1#post_47948274]Forbidden Woods[/url][/size] [indent]- [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868#post_47948275]Sentinel, the Wood's guardian[/url] - [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868/1#post_47948277]The Spectral Pack[/url][/indent] [size=4][b]Chapter 3:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868/1#post_48221622]The Ascension[/url][/size] [indent]- [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868/1#post_48221759]Bennu, the Stone Phoenix[/url][/indent] [size=4][b]Dragons with lore that are yet to be assigned to a location/group[/b][/size] [indent]- [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868/1#post_48181231]Bloodlust[/url][/indent] [center]More to be added soon![/center]
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Obviously, the posts aren't going to be in the "correct" order, so I suggest using the links below for easier navigation!

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Chapter 1: Coming Soon

Chapter 2: Forbidden Woods


Chapter 3: The Ascension



Dragons with lore that are yet to be assigned to a location/group

More to be added soon!


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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/kpEytKd.png[/img] [size=5][b]Resources Used[/b][/size][/center] - [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2257922]Poisonedpaper's Art Assets[/url] - [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/2177898]osiem[/url] - [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=139]Stormlord[/url]'s [url=http://stormlore.tumblr.com/tagged/fr-bio-resources]Coli Dividers[/url] - [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2088970/1]Fake Items and Recolors[/url]
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- Poisonedpaper's Art Assets
- osiem
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[center][b]Click on the book to go back to the Archives.[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868#post_47948272][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3wbHcJsQ/DBL4.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1bc2oq2d0ad15a8/shadowmidsmall.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ohuopl6m6idq40o/shadowfull.png[/img] [/center] [center] [color=DarkSlateBlue][size=6]Chapter 2: [b]Forbidden Woods[/b][/size][/color][/center] [center] [i]An ancient and dark forest growing in the middle of old ruins. A thick fog and otherworldly whispers echoes from all directions. These haunted woods are guarded by a Sentinel, and you shouldn't enter beyond the gnarly tree arch, by no means. Turn back... and please, don't follow any lights or listen to any help pleas. It's all a lure....[/i] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/lair/530997/1846411]Lair Tab[/url][/center] [center] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] [center] [map x=3226 y=1401 view=land width=200 height=200]Forbidden Woods[/map][/center]
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Chapter 2:
Forbidden Woods
An ancient and dark forest growing in the middle of old ruins. A thick fog and otherworldly whispers echoes from all directions. These haunted woods are guarded by a Sentinel, and you shouldn't enter beyond the gnarly tree arch, by no means. Turn back... and please, don't follow any lights or listen to any help pleas. It's all a lure....

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[center][b]Click on the book to go back to the Archives.[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868#post_47948272][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3wbHcJsQ/DBL4.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1bc2oq2d0ad15a8/shadowmidsmall.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ohuopl6m6idq40o/shadowfull.png[/img] [color=DarkSlateBlue][size=6]Chapter 2: [b]Sentinel, the Wood's guardian[/b][/size][/color] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63979199][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/639792/63979199_350.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/yglin87tc1e2r26/shadowbottom.png[/img][/center] The forests and swamps of the Tangled Woods are treacherous, even if you're familiar with them. It's easy to get lost or to fall prey of its many hidden dangers. A shiver runs down Partnax's spine, a young Wildclaw and novice scholar from the Light Flight. He joined an expedition to the Shadow forest to study the ruins on this side of the world, so similar to the ones back at home. He was happy to be here, History was one of his passions. The other one was Botany. He loved to learn about exotic flora, the tall trees, the dark flowers and the lovely glowy mushrooms fascinated him, maybe even more than the ancient ruins. And that was how he got separated from the other scholars. He was examining the luminescent fungus when, from the corner of his eye, he saw a strange, cold blue light disappearing into the dark woods... he followed it, and now he was lost. The fog was getting thicker, even though it sticked to the ground, like a heavy mantle. [i]Something isn't right[/i], Partnax thought. [i]I think I'm being followed[/i]. Then he heard it: The rustling of leaves, a branch breaking, the rattling of chains... getting closer and closer, until he felt a warm breath on his neck. [i]"Are you lost, hatchling?"[/i], a deep voice, rough sounding, as if it wasn't used frequently. Partnax jumped and turned around in a panicked reflex. A big Gaoler was standing behind him. Her coat was the colour of a forest under the moonlight and her horns reminded him of the branches of an old oak. She was holding an old looking lantern that emited a warm light which appeared to attract bioluminescent insects that would stick to her fur, making her glow. She scowls with the lack of an answer from the young Wildclaw and takes a step towards him. [i]"I... I'm lost"[/i], said Partnax quickly before she could take another step. [i]"I'm here studying the old ruins, but then I saw the beautiful mushrooms a-and then I saw a blue light flying into the woods and..."[/i] [i]"You[/i] FOLLOWED [i]the light?"[/i] Partnax nodded. The Gaoler sighed, [i]"Don't they teach you nothing back at the Lightweaver's domain?"[/i] she asked after taking a quick glance at the Light emblem embroidered on the scholar's tunic, [i]"You[/i] NEVER [i]follow a Will o' the Wisp."[/i] [i]"W-why not?"[/i] asked the Wildclaw. She stared at him for a while, enough to make him feel nervous. [i]"Follow me"[/i], she said at last and started walking deeper into the forest. Partnax looked terrified, not trusting the Gaoler, but not wanting to be alone either. [i]"Who are you?"[/i] he shouted after her. She stopped, looked over her shoulder back at him and calmly said: [i]"You can call me Sentinel, for that is what I am. Stay close, the light will keep the spectres away. And you, hatchling, would do better to not raise your voice here."[/i] The scholar hurried after her. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/PqM2kh68/Middle.png[/img][/center] They passed under an arch formed by gnarly dark trees and it felt to Partnax that they had entered a different part of the forest. He could barely see the soil beneath his feet, because the mist was even thicker here. He could feel how moist the mud was and the air felt as cold as the winter breeze. Scary and ancient looking trees took their place amidst sinister stone ruins, crumbled and covered in gray moss. No glowy mushrooms were growing here, but lots of nasty looking thorn bushes could be seen. The moonlight made everything look monochromatic and the shadows seemed to move from the corner of Partnax's eyes, even though there was no breeze that could disturb the branches and leaves. [i]"These are the Forbidden Woods"[/i], the scholar jumped at the sound of the Gaoler's voice. [i]"While not being exactly a graveyard, there's a huge concentration of some kind of ancient magic here. That magic seems to attract spirits and not all of them are harmless."[/i] After hearing Sentinel's explanation, Partnax started to feel like he was being watched. He felt like cold claws were clutching his throat and it seemed to him that he could hear his heart beating. [i]"So..."[/i], he swallowed [i]"you're here to drive those ghosts away?"[/i] [i]"Drive them away?"[/i], she laughed softly. [i]"No Lightling. I'm here to prevent clueless hatchlings like you to get themselves killed, for there is nothing I can do against the spectres. They can't leave, but they surely can kill anyone who enters these woods. And they have ways to attract their victims here, like you experienced in the first place"[/i], Sentinel looked severely at him. [i]"The only thing I have to protect me is this light. They keep their distance"[/i], the Gaoler said, touching the metal of the lantern with her wing claw. A loud shriek echoed in the darkness, making Partnax's blood freeze in his veins. [i]"They can sense us"[/i], Sentinel said sinisterly. [i]"Come on youngling, it's time for you to go. I'll take you to the edge of the forest, where your camp is."[/i] As they were walking towards the tree archway, the feeling of being watched made Partnax look over his shoulder. A multitude of cold blue eyes were staring back at him through the mist. [i]"Don't look back."[/i] Sentinel urged him forward with her wing.
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Chapter 2:
Sentinel, the Wood's guardian


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The forests and swamps of the Tangled Woods are treacherous, even if you're familiar with them. It's easy to get lost or to fall prey of its many hidden dangers.

A shiver runs down Partnax's spine, a young Wildclaw and novice scholar from the Light Flight. He joined an expedition to the Shadow forest to study the ruins on this side of the world, so similar to the ones back at home. He was happy to be here, History was one of his passions. The other one was Botany. He loved to learn about exotic flora, the tall trees, the dark flowers and the lovely glowy mushrooms fascinated him, maybe even more than the ancient ruins. And that was how he got separated from the other scholars. He was examining the luminescent fungus when, from the corner of his eye, he saw a strange, cold blue light disappearing into the dark woods... he followed it, and now he was lost.

The fog was getting thicker, even though it sticked to the ground, like a heavy mantle. Something isn't right, Partnax thought. I think I'm being followed. Then he heard it: The rustling of leaves, a branch breaking, the rattling of chains... getting closer and closer, until he felt a warm breath on his neck.

"Are you lost, hatchling?", a deep voice, rough sounding, as if it wasn't used frequently. Partnax jumped and turned around in a panicked reflex.

A big Gaoler was standing behind him. Her coat was the colour of a forest under the moonlight and her horns reminded him of the branches of an old oak. She was holding an old looking lantern that emited a warm light which appeared to attract bioluminescent insects that would stick to her fur, making her glow. She scowls with the lack of an answer from the young Wildclaw and takes a step towards him.

"I... I'm lost", said Partnax quickly before she could take another step. "I'm here studying the old ruins, but then I saw the beautiful mushrooms a-and then I saw a blue light flying into the woods and..."

"You FOLLOWED the light?" Partnax nodded. The Gaoler sighed, "Don't they teach you nothing back at the Lightweaver's domain?" she asked after taking a quick glance at the Light emblem embroidered on the scholar's tunic, "You NEVER follow a Will o' the Wisp."

"W-why not?" asked the Wildclaw. She stared at him for a while, enough to make him feel nervous.

"Follow me", she said at last and started walking deeper into the forest. Partnax looked terrified, not trusting the Gaoler, but not wanting to be alone either.

"Who are you?" he shouted after her. She stopped, looked over her shoulder back at him and calmly said: "You can call me Sentinel, for that is what I am. Stay close, the light will keep the spectres away. And you, hatchling, would do better to not raise your voice here."

The scholar hurried after her.
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They passed under an arch formed by gnarly dark trees and it felt to Partnax that they had entered a different part of the forest. He could barely see the soil beneath his feet, because the mist was even thicker here. He could feel how moist the mud was and the air felt as cold as the winter breeze. Scary and ancient looking trees took their place amidst sinister stone ruins, crumbled and covered in gray moss. No glowy mushrooms were growing here, but lots of nasty looking thorn bushes could be seen. The moonlight made everything look monochromatic and the shadows seemed to move from the corner of Partnax's eyes, even though there was no breeze that could disturb the branches and leaves.

"These are the Forbidden Woods", the scholar jumped at the sound of the Gaoler's voice. "While not being exactly a graveyard, there's a huge concentration of some kind of ancient magic here. That magic seems to attract spirits and not all of them are harmless."

After hearing Sentinel's explanation, Partnax started to feel like he was being watched. He felt like cold claws were clutching his throat and it seemed to him that he could hear his heart beating.

"So...", he swallowed "you're here to drive those ghosts away?"

"Drive them away?", she laughed softly. "No Lightling. I'm here to prevent clueless hatchlings like you to get themselves killed, for there is nothing I can do against the spectres. They can't leave, but they surely can kill anyone who enters these woods. And they have ways to attract their victims here, like you experienced in the first place", Sentinel looked severely at him. "The only thing I have to protect me is this light. They keep their distance", the Gaoler said, touching the metal of the lantern with her wing claw.

A loud shriek echoed in the darkness, making Partnax's blood freeze in his veins.

"They can sense us", Sentinel said sinisterly. "Come on youngling, it's time for you to go. I'll take you to the edge of the forest, where your camp is."

As they were walking towards the tree archway, the feeling of being watched made Partnax look over his shoulder. A multitude of cold blue eyes were staring back at him through the mist.

"Don't look back." Sentinel urged him forward with her wing.
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[center][b]Click on the book to go back to the Archives.[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868#post_47948272][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3wbHcJsQ/DBL4.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1bc2oq2d0ad15a8/shadowmidsmall.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ohuopl6m6idq40o/shadowfull.png[/img] [color=DarkSlateBlue][size=6]Chapter 2: [b]The Spectral Pack[/b][/size][/color] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/46216242][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/462163/46216242_350.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63926284][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/639263/63926284.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63559715][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/635598/63559715.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/65389651][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/653897/65389651.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/67027597][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/670276/67027597.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/yglin87tc1e2r26/shadowbottom.png[/img][/center] The sudden scream startled [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868/1#post_47948275]Sentinel[/url]. She got up from where she was sitting, trying not to look at the terrified faces of her guests. The Gaoler stood, motionless, staring at the closed door of her wooden cabin, listening. There was nothing... absolutely no sounds... no wind, no nocturne creatures, just the crackling of the fire burning in the fireplace and the normal sounds an old wooden house would make. [i]"What was that Sentinel?"[/i] She turned around to the merchant. The old Spiral and his two guards were the only connection she had with the outside world ever since she decided to seclude herself in the woods and take upon the mission to guard the old magic forest. The group would stop by a couple times a month with supplies and news. They'd usually stay the night and make her a bit of company, which she enjoyed (even though she would never admit it). [i]"Something's hunting us. This silence is..." "Unnerving?"[/i], interrupted the merchant. [i]"Unnatural"[/i], finished Sentinel. [i]"We should go see who's in danger"[/i], said one of the guards, a veteran Mirror showing a number of scars on his body. [i]"No one's in danger"[/i], the Gaoler said [i]"it's a trick. Whatever it is, it's trying to lure us out." "You mean... the ghosts?"[/i], moaned the Spiral [i]"I thought they couldn't leave the ancient ruins area." "Normally they can't."[/i] She turned her head towards the semi-open window. [i]"But there's certain nights when the magic is stronger. And if the magic is stronger, so are the spirits. Stay here."[/i] She reached out for the lantern hanging on the wall and walked outside. It was pitch black. No moon or stars in the sky. Just a thick and cold fog covering the ground, it's misty tentacles following every movement of the Gaoler. She could only see on a small circle around her, the lantern struggling to illuminate the darkness. Sentinel walked towards the edge of the clearing and closed her eyes to try to sense something. Nothing. Just a dread feeling that something was wrong. [i]"It seems that someone was really screaming for help..."[/i], a voice next to her made the Gaoler turn quickly. The three dragons were standing there, staring at the woods. The two guards were holding a lantern each and the merchant floated nervously behind them, trying not to look to the treeline. Sentinel frowned and was about to tell them to go back inside when her eyes caught a glimpse of what they were looking at: gore was smeared all over the ground and a few bushes. [i]"It was a wolf"[/i], she said after examining the remains. [i]"A huge one at that!"[/i], said one of the guards [i]"What could have done such a thing?" "Back inside!"[/i], Sentinel urged them [i]"It's a lure, it's trying to..."[/i] An unnatural growling echoed in the darkness. Too close, all around them. A cold, chilling breath hit them in the back as they were frantically waving their lanterns around, trying to throw light on something that wasn't really there. Suddenly it all stopped and the silence was back. [i]"What was that?! Is it gone?"[/i] As if to answer the merchant's question, glowing eyes started to appear in the darkness, all around them, staring... waiting... [i]"No"[/i], said Sentinel [i]"the hunt just started."[/i] She raised her lantern and made it glow brighter. [i]"Stay close to me."[/i]
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Chapter 2:
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The sudden scream startled Sentinel.
She got up from where she was sitting, trying not to look at the terrified faces of her guests. The Gaoler stood, motionless, staring at the closed door of her wooden cabin, listening. There was nothing... absolutely no sounds... no wind, no nocturne creatures, just the crackling of the fire burning in the fireplace and the normal sounds an old wooden house would make.

"What was that Sentinel?"

She turned around to the merchant. The old Spiral and his two guards were the only connection she had with the outside world ever since she decided to seclude herself in the woods and take upon the mission to guard the old magic forest. The group would stop by a couple times a month with supplies and news. They'd usually stay the night and make her a bit of company, which she enjoyed (even though she would never admit it).

"Something's hunting us. This silence is..."

"Unnerving?"
, interrupted the merchant.

"Unnatural", finished Sentinel.

"We should go see who's in danger", said one of the guards, a veteran Mirror showing a number of scars on his body.

"No one's in danger", the Gaoler said "it's a trick. Whatever it is, it's trying to lure us out."

"You mean... the ghosts?"
, moaned the Spiral "I thought they couldn't leave the ancient ruins area."

"Normally they can't."
She turned her head towards the semi-open window. "But there's certain nights when the magic is stronger. And if the magic is stronger, so are the spirits. Stay here." She reached out for the lantern hanging on the wall and walked outside.

It was pitch black. No moon or stars in the sky. Just a thick and cold fog covering the ground, it's misty tentacles following every movement of the Gaoler. She could only see on a small circle around her, the lantern struggling to illuminate the darkness. Sentinel walked towards the edge of the clearing and closed her eyes to try to sense something. Nothing. Just a dread feeling that something was wrong.

"It seems that someone was really screaming for help...", a voice next to her made the Gaoler turn quickly. The three dragons were standing there, staring at the woods. The two guards were holding a lantern each and the merchant floated nervously behind them, trying not to look to the treeline.
Sentinel frowned and was about to tell them to go back inside when her eyes caught a glimpse of what they were looking at: gore was smeared all over the ground and a few bushes.

"It was a wolf", she said after examining the remains.

"A huge one at that!", said one of the guards "What could have done such a thing?"

"Back inside!"
, Sentinel urged them "It's a lure, it's trying to..."

An unnatural growling echoed in the darkness. Too close, all around them. A cold, chilling breath hit them in the back as they were frantically waving their lanterns around, trying to throw light on something that wasn't really there. Suddenly it all stopped and the silence was back.

"What was that?! Is it gone?"

As if to answer the merchant's question, glowing eyes started to appear in the darkness, all around them, staring... waiting...

"No", said Sentinel "the hunt just started."
She raised her lantern and made it glow brighter. "Stay close to me."
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[center][b]Click on the book to go back to the Archives.[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868#post_47948272][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3wbHcJsQ/DBL4.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1bc2oq2d0ad15a8/shadowmidsmall.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ohuopl6m6idq40o/shadowfull.png[/img] [size=6][b]Bloodlust[/b][/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/60440467][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/604405/60440467_350.png[/img][/url] [i]"Just a sip... what could it hurt...?"[/i][/center] You don't know what made you venture into the dark forests of the world, even after being advised against it, after being told about the horrors that lurk in the darkness. Inimaginable things, things that no one, save for the Dark Goddess, have seen. But here you are. Your adventurer heart is stronger than all the advice given to you. You want to see what the Tangled Wood hides. You're moving through a narrow path, so narrow that you need to keep your wings folded tightly against your body, else you'd damage them on all the brambles and gnarled trees growing along the trail. Cold mist surrounds you, and it would be impossible to see anything if it wasn't for the torch you tightly grip with your claws. Even so, the mist makes it hard for the torchlight to penetrate the darkness, and it's so moist that maintaining a flame lit requires you to use your magic to keep it alive. As you wander along the trail, you see something lying in the middle of the path, half covered in fallen leaves and branches. You approach cautiously, keeping an eye and ear on your surroundings. It appears to be... a book? You pick it up. Its pages are moldy and damp, but you can clearly see it's some sort of diary. You store it carefully in your bag, maybe you can study it later if you find a safe place to pass the night... Well, what you assume is night, since here it's always dark. But you feel it in your muscles and your legs. And you're starving too. Must be late. Should camp soon. [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/9a7db0daa77fcc1b66fdf10f28c231e8/tumblr_nru50pCzKC1uzw6dxo9_100.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/HxKZv97.png[/img][/center] You manage to find a small clearing. Just big enough for you to sleep curled up and make a fire. You sit down, eating your rations and making some nice warm tea by the fire. You took the diary from your bag and placed it where the fire heat could dry it up a bit. By the end of your meal, it's dry enough so you could take a peek at it. Some pages appear to be missing, but there's still enough to read. It appears to be the diary of a hunter. He got severely wounded pursuing his prey through the woods and a rotten tree fell on his leg. You keep reading: [i][b]Day 5[/b] I feel I'm going to die here... Even though I managed to bandage my wounds and they stopped bleeding, I'm weak. I lost too much blood and I have no strength to try to lift this tree and release myself. I have no food and I'm so thirsty.... I've been licking the condensation the mist leaves on my scales, but it's not nearly enough. Feels like it makes me even more thirsty... The only other source of liquid, it's the pool of blood from my wounds... The mist keeps it moist... But no, I refuse. Maybe help is coming. Just gotta hold on a bit longer... [b]Day 7[/b] I can't resist any longer. I must drink something... This is survival. I must survive...[/i] [i][b]Day 8[/b] I feel better. I feel slightly stronger... Drinking that blood wasn't pleasant, but it seems it gave me some strength. I must rest. I left a bit of it for tomorrow. Maybe I'll get enough strength to lift this tree enough to release my leg. Then I can go find a nice and cold stream and drink all I want. And then go home... [b]Day 9[/b] I managed to lift the tree. I'm free! But it sapped all my strength away. I'm even weaker than before. I need to rest. Just need a little drink... [b]Day 10[/b] I think I'm strong enough to walk. Thankfully the tree didn't break my leg, but it hurts to put my weight on it. Need to find water. And some food. It will help. [b]Day 14[/b] My scales are losing their colour... My once crimson scales are turning completely white. The water and mushrooms i found seem to not be helping at all... I lost too much blood... Blood... It wasn't so unpleasant to drink it... I need more...[/i] The next pages are smeared with old blood, but still readable: [i][b]Day [s]15[/s] 16?[/b] I managed to catch some mice. I couldn't eat any of their meat, I'm too parched. But the blood... oh yes, I drank their blood. I feel better. But I need more! [b][s]Day[/s][/b] My leg seems to have healed completely. Strange... That tree fell on it yesterday... Yesterday? No, what am I saying... It's been days... I'm losing track of time, it's hard to think when all I want is a nice warm drink. I can hunt something.[/i] [Illegible] [i]The blood.... I live for it...[/i] [Illegible] [i]It's hard to think. Feels like I'm losing myself. My vision is blurry, I think I'm going blind[/i] [Illegible] [i]This might be the last time I write... It's so hard to see...[/i] [Illegible] [i]see footprints and the heat of animals[/i] [Illegible] [i]can hear the heartbeats[/i] [Illegible] [i]need to[/i] [Illegible] [i]Kill...[/i] After this last page, it seems theres some scribbles, but it's impossible to read. Theres old blood everywhere. You lift your eyes from the diary, and suddenly you feel too aware of your surroundings. You notice that the bugs and animals in the forest went quiet. You hear the trees around you creaking, as if a ghostly wind is shaking their branches. Everything in the enviornment suggests that theres a predator nearby. You refuse to believe the old tales, it's probably just a lone wolf. You look at the diary in your claws... This can't be real, can it? A branch cracks in front of you. You look up to the campfire, and as your eyes get used to the fire's light, you see something beyond it... A pale face, covered in bloody bandages staring at you. It growls, and as you panic and try to get up, that thing jumps at you.
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"Just a sip... what could it hurt...?"


You don't know what made you venture into the dark forests of the world, even after being advised against it, after being told about the horrors that lurk in the darkness. Inimaginable things, things that no one, save for the Dark Goddess, have seen. But here you are. Your adventurer heart is stronger than all the advice given to you. You want to see what the Tangled Wood hides. You're moving through a narrow path, so narrow that you need to keep your wings folded tightly against your body, else you'd damage them on all the brambles and gnarled trees growing along the trail. Cold mist surrounds you, and it would be impossible to see anything if it wasn't for the torch you tightly grip with your claws. Even so, the mist makes it hard for the torchlight to penetrate the darkness, and it's so moist that maintaining a flame lit requires you to use your magic to keep it alive.

As you wander along the trail, you see something lying in the middle of the path, half covered in fallen leaves and branches. You approach cautiously, keeping an eye and ear on your surroundings. It appears to be... a book? You pick it up. Its pages are moldy and damp, but you can clearly see it's some sort of diary. You store it carefully in your bag, maybe you can study it later if you find a safe place to pass the night... Well, what you assume is night, since here it's always dark. But you feel it in your muscles and your legs. And you're starving too. Must be late. Should camp soon.
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You manage to find a small clearing. Just big enough for you to sleep curled up and make a fire. You sit down, eating your rations and making some nice warm tea by the fire. You took the diary from your bag and placed it where the fire heat could dry it up a bit. By the end of your meal, it's dry enough so you could take a peek at it. Some pages appear to be missing, but there's still enough to read. It appears to be the diary of a hunter. He got severely wounded pursuing his prey through the woods and a rotten tree fell on his leg. You keep reading:

Day 5
I feel I'm going to die here... Even though I managed to bandage my wounds and they stopped bleeding, I'm weak. I lost too much blood and I have no strength to try to lift this tree and release myself. I have no food and I'm so thirsty.... I've been licking the condensation the mist leaves on my scales, but it's not nearly enough. Feels like it makes me even more thirsty... The only other source of liquid, it's the pool of blood from my wounds... The mist keeps it moist... But no, I refuse. Maybe help is coming. Just gotta hold on a bit longer...

Day 7
I can't resist any longer. I must drink something... This is survival. I must survive...


Day 8
I feel better. I feel slightly stronger... Drinking that blood wasn't pleasant, but it seems it gave me some strength. I must rest. I left a bit of it for tomorrow. Maybe I'll get enough strength to lift this tree enough to release my leg. Then I can go find a nice and cold stream and drink all I want. And then go home...

Day 9
I managed to lift the tree. I'm free! But it sapped all my strength away. I'm even weaker than before. I need to rest. Just need a little drink...

Day 10
I think I'm strong enough to walk. Thankfully the tree didn't break my leg, but it hurts to put my weight on it. Need to find water. And some food. It will help.

Day 14
My scales are losing their colour... My once crimson scales are turning completely white. The water and mushrooms i found seem to not be helping at all... I lost too much blood... Blood... It wasn't so unpleasant to drink it... I need more...


The next pages are smeared with old blood, but still readable:

Day 15 16?
I managed to catch some mice. I couldn't eat any of their meat, I'm too parched. But the blood... oh yes, I drank their blood. I feel better. But I need more!

Day
My leg seems to have healed completely. Strange... That tree fell on it yesterday... Yesterday? No, what am I saying... It's been days... I'm losing track of time, it's hard to think when all I want is a nice warm drink. I can hunt something.


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The blood.... I live for it... [Illegible] It's hard to think. Feels like I'm losing myself. My vision is blurry, I think I'm going blind [Illegible] This might be the last time I write... It's so hard to see... [Illegible] see footprints and the heat of animals [Illegible] can hear the heartbeats [Illegible] need to [Illegible] Kill...

After this last page, it seems theres some scribbles, but it's impossible to read. Theres old blood everywhere. You lift your eyes from the diary, and suddenly you feel too aware of your surroundings. You notice that the bugs and animals in the forest went quiet. You hear the trees around you creaking, as if a ghostly wind is shaking their branches. Everything in the enviornment suggests that theres a predator nearby. You refuse to believe the old tales, it's probably just a lone wolf. You look at the diary in your claws... This can't be real, can it? A branch cracks in front of you. You look up to the campfire, and as your eyes get used to the fire's light, you see something beyond it... A pale face, covered in bloody bandages staring at you. It growls, and as you panic and try to get up, that thing jumps at you.
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In the border between the Tangled Wood and the Sunbeam Ruins lies the remnants of old statues and pillars. Somehow, a fusion of both Shadow and Light magic got infused into these statues, making them come to life whenever the Undead are nearby. These statues now serve as a line of defense against the dead horde, keeping them from entering the Shadow territory (and the rest of Sornieth).

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[center][b]Click on the book to go back to the Archives.[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3021868#post_47948272][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3wbHcJsQ/DBL4.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/4cwrijo741uf1jb/lightmidsmall.png[/img] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/ykaxocl7uhzao6j/lightfull2.png[/img] [/center] [center][color=Darkgoldenrod][size=6]Chapter 3: [b]Bennu, the Stone Phoenix[/b][/size][/color] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69643362][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/696434/69643362_350.png[/img][/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/etypi97g8qkqrii/lightbottom2.png[/img][/center] [i]"What happened to you?!"[/i] The huntress grabbed his face and carefully ran her claws over the scales turned into pure white marble. Bennu had never seen his older sister this worried before. She was very carefree, sometimes even too much for her own sake. [i]"I'm alright Neith, don't worry! This was... an accident."[/i] Neith's dark eyes met his, and the concern changed to that typical look old siblings give to the younger ones when they did something they shouldn't. [i]"Mother is worried sick! There was some... sudden shift in the Shadows or something, a few days ago and she sent me to find you. You know how busy she is, you shouldn't..."[/i] [i]"I know!"[/i], Bennu interrupted her. The huntress glared at him, making him flinch slightly. [i]"I didn't do it on purpose sis! Come, I'll tell you everything."[/i] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YYCB4zW/Middle.png[/img][/center] Bennu was returning home after visiting his siblings living in the Sunbeam Ruins. He and his twin were nested and hatched in the Light territory during one of their parents official visits. His twin sister stayed with their older brother in his Light clan, while Bennu returned to the Tangled Wood with his parents. There he grew up and developed an interest in History, to the dismay of his older sister Neith who was hoping for a hunting companion. His interest in the past made the visits to his sibling's clan frequent. Bennu decided to make camp for the night when he reached the border. He settled, nested between an ancient statue and a fallen pillar, and after a light meal he fell asleep. He woke up in the middle of the night in intense agony. He felt like his bones were being broken piece by piece and his skin melting. The last thing he saw through the curtain of tears, before his conscience slipped away, was the light of his campfire reflected in the jeweled eyes of the marble statue above him. The blessing of unconsciousness didn't last long. The pain reached his mind, his head being crushed between two opposing forces. Those forces, infinitely strong were getting closer and closer. He could feel them clearly, even through the pain: one, dark and cold. The other, bright and warm. They clashed inside his head, but the luminous force had reached his mind faster. The last thing Bennu remembers, before the warm light filled him with a painless relief was a frustrated roar as the dark force retreated. [center]---[/center] He woke up, curled atop a smooth stone pillar. A being made of light was gently tapping the tip of her claw on his cheek. [i]"You were lucky, child! You almost turned into stone."[/i] Her voice reminded Bennu of sunlight glittering on a lake surface, faceted with a myriad of echos. He tried to speak but couldn't find his voice. [i]"Shhh.... Listen closely. The statues in the border are animated by a fusion of Light and Shadow magic. Some were always statues, while others were once dragons that had both magics within them, like you. To save you, I made the Light within you so bright that it surpresses the Shadow magic. That way they can't merge and the spell doesn't have an effect on you."[/i] The Lightweaver sounded pleased with herself. Finding it hard to talk, Bennu bowed his head in reverence. [i]"Now, I will return you to the border. I would like to ask you, my child, for you to keep guard of the statues. They are important, for all Sornieth's sake."[/i] She smiled and caressed his forehead with a claw. [i]"Now... sleep..."[/i] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YYCB4zW/Middle.png[/img][/center] [i]"And that's what happened."[/i], concluded Bennu, taking a bite out of the leg of the roasted sheep he was sharing with his sister. Neith's eyes were wide open, the piece of meat she was holding, forgotten, half way to her mouth. [i]"So... you almost died, got blessed by the Lightweaver and now you're some kind of guardian to these old hunks of stone?"[/i] Bennu grinned: [i]"Yeah, more or less. But these statues are important. They come to life when undead are nearby. Don't forget about what roams the fields of the Light territory... We wouldn't want one of those walking through our home or the rest of the world, would we?"[/i] [i]"Pffff, let the old carcasses come! But yes... I guess you're right!"[/i] Neith looked sad. [i]"Does that mean you're from the Light flight now?"[/i] Bennu looked affectionately at the huntress and sat close to her. [i]"No dear sister. I'm not leaving our clan. But I'll live here at the border from now on. Hey, at least you have now a comfortable place to stay at whenever you're hunting on these parts!"[/i] Neith's eyes illuminated with joy. [i]"That's true little brother! Leave dinner to me!"[/i]
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"What happened to you?!"

The huntress grabbed his face and carefully ran her claws over the scales turned into pure white marble. Bennu had never seen his older sister this worried before. She was very carefree, sometimes even too much for her own sake.

"I'm alright Neith, don't worry! This was... an accident."

Neith's dark eyes met his, and the concern changed to that typical look old siblings give to the younger ones when they did something they shouldn't.

"Mother is worried sick! There was some... sudden shift in the Shadows or something, a few days ago and she sent me to find you. You know how busy she is, you shouldn't..."

"I know!", Bennu interrupted her. The huntress glared at him, making him flinch slightly. "I didn't do it on purpose sis! Come, I'll tell you everything."
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Bennu was returning home after visiting his siblings living in the Sunbeam Ruins.

He and his twin were nested and hatched in the Light territory during one of their parents official visits. His twin sister stayed with their older brother in his Light clan, while Bennu returned to the Tangled Wood with his parents. There he grew up and developed an interest in History, to the dismay of his older sister Neith who was hoping for a hunting companion. His interest in the past made the visits to his sibling's clan frequent.

Bennu decided to make camp for the night when he reached the border. He settled, nested between an ancient statue and a fallen pillar, and after a light meal he fell asleep.

He woke up in the middle of the night in intense agony. He felt like his bones were being broken piece by piece and his skin melting. The last thing he saw through the curtain of tears, before his conscience slipped away, was the light of his campfire reflected in the jeweled eyes of the marble statue above him.

The blessing of unconsciousness didn't last long. The pain reached his mind, his head being crushed between two opposing forces. Those forces, infinitely strong were getting closer and closer. He could feel them clearly, even through the pain: one, dark and cold. The other, bright and warm. They clashed inside his head, but the luminous force had reached his mind faster. The last thing Bennu remembers, before the warm light filled him with a painless relief was a frustrated roar as the dark force retreated.
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He woke up, curled atop a smooth stone pillar. A being made of light was gently tapping the tip of her claw on his cheek.

"You were lucky, child! You almost turned into stone." Her voice reminded Bennu of sunlight glittering on a lake surface, faceted with a myriad of echos. He tried to speak but couldn't find his voice.

"Shhh.... Listen closely. The statues in the border are animated by a fusion of Light and Shadow magic. Some were always statues, while others were once dragons that had both magics within them, like you. To save you, I made the Light within you so bright that it surpresses the Shadow magic. That way they can't merge and the spell doesn't have an effect on you." The Lightweaver sounded pleased with herself. Finding it hard to talk, Bennu bowed his head in reverence.

"Now, I will return you to the border. I would like to ask you, my child, for you to keep guard of the statues. They are important, for all Sornieth's sake." She smiled and caressed his forehead with a claw. "Now... sleep..."
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"And that's what happened.", concluded Bennu, taking a bite out of the leg of the roasted sheep he was sharing with his sister. Neith's eyes were wide open, the piece of meat she was holding, forgotten, half way to her mouth.

"So... you almost died, got blessed by the Lightweaver and now you're some kind of guardian to these old hunks of stone?"

Bennu grinned: "Yeah, more or less. But these statues are important. They come to life when undead are nearby. Don't forget about what roams the fields of the Light territory... We wouldn't want one of those walking through our home or the rest of the world, would we?"

"Pffff, let the old carcasses come! But yes... I guess you're right!" Neith looked sad. "Does that mean you're from the Light flight now?"

Bennu looked affectionately at the huntress and sat close to her. "No dear sister. I'm not leaving our clan. But I'll live here at the border from now on. Hey, at least you have now a comfortable place to stay at whenever you're hunting on these parts!"

Neith's eyes illuminated with joy. "That's true little brother! Leave dinner to me!"


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