Creative Corner

[columns=2][img]https://i.imgur.com/Dhubkql.png[/img] [nextcol][size=3.5]The following post-content has no specific lore connection to [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3143933/1#post_3143933]The Marrow Run Council[/url]! This lore aspect is recorded here for organizational reasons. [b]It's also a big WIP as well ![/b] Pinglist: @/TheAwesoMew @/Aversi @/Pinkumahou [/columns] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [center][size=2] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3145654#post_3145654]Roleplays directory[/url] · [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3038684/1#post_3038684]Writing collection[/url] · [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3143933/1#post_3143933]The Marrow Run Council lore thread[/url][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2tM6Jn0.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [columns=2][img]https://i.imgur.com/uzEx7ae.png [/img] [nextcol] [font=mistral][size=7][size=4][color=transparent]tisalil[/color]A clique of Roamers[/size][/size] [font=sylfaen][size=5][color=transparent]tisalil[/color]Looking for known things of unknown shapes [/columns] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2tM6Jn0.png[/img][/center] [columns=2][right]A small group with no leader and no organisation... A clique of dragons seeking for the uncharted, and working like a family. They know what they are looking for, but don't know how it looks. Best to stick together and see![/right][nextcol][item=Flax fiber][/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vMtxdPa.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [indent][font=Sylfaen][color="sienna"][size=6]Part I. Intro[/indent] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [columns=2][item=birch logs] [nextcol][size=3.5][i]"We're all looking for something. No matter if it's something material, ethereal, realistic, fantastic, something casual or something epic : We all work best with a goal of some sort, a concept to turn our heads to when we need guidance."[/i][/columns] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [size=2]The Roamers, as people call them, are an ecclectic group of dragons of all boards, with very few things in common. These adventurers found each other during their travels through Sornieth. Why, you might ask ? They themselves don't really know. The company is nice, the more the merrier. They were all, they are all feeling a bit lost to some extent, and it's just much nicer to be lost with a companion (or a few!) than lost by your very own. [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [indent][font=Sylfaen][color="sienna"][size=6]Part II. The Clique[/indent] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [columns=2][item=White Gold Cerdae Pendant] [nextcol]Even though the group works more like a family than like a clan with actual hierarchy, everyone has their own place. In matter of having a "leader"... Well, they don't. But These Vequaniel, Sakon and Mokketoï must be your safest bet if you want information, diplomatic discussion, or just a serious chat about the group.[/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RAoyMkI.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [columns=3] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=68902021][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/689021/68902021.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent]yes[/color][nextcol] [b]Vequaniel [/b] Vequaniel is an experimented cartographer looking for new places of Sornieth to map. He's also one of the most socially functional individual of the group. [/columns] [color=transparent]tisalilbitoftexttomakeitwörkfill[/color] [columns=3] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=67362957][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/673630/67362957.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent]yes[/color][nextcol] [b]Sakon [/b] Factually a mercenary for hire. However, Sakon is actually quite sociable and cultivated. Knowledge is power, and she longs to always learn more. [/columns] [color=transparent]tisalilbitoftexttomakeitwörkfill[/color] [columns=3] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29918121][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/299182/29918121.png[/img][/url][nextcol][color=transparent]yes[/color][nextcol] [b]Mokketoï[/b] A troubled adventurer, a volcano in perpetual inner eruption. Mokketoï wants to know why is she the way she is, and wants to uncover her destiny. [/columns] [color=transparent]tisalilbitoftexttomakeitwörkfill[/color] [color=transparent]tisalilbitoftexttomakeitwörkfill[/color] [columns=3] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=66295418][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/662955/66295418.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent]yes[/color][nextcol] [b]Thavael[/b] Thavael is the group beast-master. On the outside, he says he's looking for new undocumented creatures... On the inside, his fate is deeply tied with his brother's, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/66295416]Ash[/url].[/columns] [color=transparent]tisalilbitoftexttomakeitwörkfill[/color] [columns=3] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=69694908][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/696950/69694908.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][color=transparent]yes[/color][nextcol] [b]Azayim[/b] Azayim is a fierce archaeo-geologist ! She's a real go-getter, whose research focuses on the link between ley lines patterns, and rare ore lodes.[/columns] [color=transparent]tisalilbitoftexttomakeitwörkfill[/color] [columns=3] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=67803004][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/678031/67803004.png[/img][/url][nextcol][color=transparent]yes[/color][nextcol] [b]Musquee[/b] A warrior with strong morals. He's looking for answers about Emperors, and scared of what he might uncover... but face his fear with might for the greater good.[/columns] [color=transparent]tisalilbitoftexttomakeitwörkfill[/color] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/XefHwS7.png[/img][/center]

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vMtxdPa.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [indent][font=Sylfaen][color="sienna"][size=6]Part III. Connections[/indent] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [columns=2][item=striated rock] [nextcol][size=3.5][i]"When you travel so much, you always end up meeting all sorts of people. That's part of what makes it great, to be honest ! Then you see, how do you consider these people you met along the way ? What are they to you ?" "We're not made to get along with everybody, but we can try !"[/i][/columns] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [center][size=2][i](There are no lore connections so far)[/i][/center] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color]

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vMtxdPa.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [indent][font=Sylfaen][color="sienna"][size=6]Part IV. Additions[/indent] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [columns=2][item=BAMBOO CLUSTER] [nextcol][size=3.5][i]"May the wind under your wings, carry you forth the greatest of adventures. May we always stay and grow together as we witness these."[/i][/columns] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [center][size=2][i](TBA)[/i][/center] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color]

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UCjcXJ4.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [indent][font=Sylfaen][color="sienna"][size=6]Part V. Fate & Ley lines[/indent] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [columns=2][item=pink chalcedony] [nextcol][size=3][i]"The temple was constructed several thousand years ago in a cooperative effort to locate and document the various ley lines of the realm. The magisters who researched and studied here were charged with identifying where the strongest auras of magic coalesced. Once a ley line was discovered or traced, a small sanctum was constructed at the point where it converged or crossed with others."[/i][/columns] [color=transparent]tisalil[/color] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/hvstzzd0/Divider-213x50-3.png[/img][/center] [center][size=2]Thavael regained consciousness in a cold sweat. His skull was buzzing as if filled with a hundred wasps. After a few never-ending seconds, he finally managed to breathe again and gasped for air in the night. He couldn't move, he couldn't get up. His breathing rushed into chaos again as he felt the panic kicking up once more. What happened? Why was he lying on the ground? Was he injured? Why was he so numb? Where was Ash? What was the battle raging around him? He heard someone struggling to breathe, not far from him. He tried getting up again, trying to ignore the heavy pressure on his chest. He had to move, he had to get up on his feet. He had to get to safety. He had to bring as many people as possible to safety. The panting near didn't stop, but he was paralyzed in the middle of a raging war. He could hear the dragon next to him gasping for air, starting to sob quietly. As if they were fighting to stay silent. Only a whisper in the night, barely noticeable... Wait. How was he even hearing such a soft noise in this screeching hell? The screams faded away. The roaring thunder of the battlefield slowed down to nothingness. He labourously managed to move his neck, to stare at the shadow pushing against his chest, and used his last forces and growing lucidity to snap out of his nightmare. [img]https://i.postimg.cc/3JLw3G78/Divider-640x50.png[/img] [/center] [center][size=2]Mokketoï opened her eyes, but she couldn't see anything. Not even a heat signature. She was buried in the dark, in the smell of death and decay. She couldn't move, she couldn't squirm her way out. She felt her body being crushed under something, under someone. She was surrounded by corpses. She couldn't breathe, even though she was gasping for air desperately. Her lungs wouldn't fill. She was dying. She tried to hold her tears, she felt herself slowly slipping out of consciousness, trying to stay silent in the blasting clamor of a thousand warriors skinning each other. She was being consumed. She was being devoured by the clamor and the lifeless darkness. She was- [i]"It's a nightmare Mokketoï, I'm here, wake up. Please."[/i] The numbness or her limbs disappeared, and she felt someone's hand squeezing her clawed fingers. The pressure faded. Her eyes saw again. She took a painful breath, as if she finally reached the air after a long dive underwater. She flopped against Thavael's chest as he pulled her out of her paralysis. For a few seconds, she stayed in his arms and let the fire calm down and settle inside her stomach. When she finally regained her lucidity, she pushed him away and looked up at him anxiously. [i]"The same as yesterday?"[/i] He nodded nervously. It's been the third day they both went through this nightmare. No one else in the group did. [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/rmSmTYy3/Divider-213x50-2.png[/img][/center] [color=transparent]lets do it[/color] [columns=3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Hnw7td98/x-arcane-skull-left.png[/img][nextcol][color=transparent]hey[/color][nextcol]Ley Lines run all around Sornieth: they are its life-blood, its historical records in the most primitive and arcanic form, they are intimately linked to Breath and magic. Where they converge and where they are the strongest, dragonkind built Temples and Sanctums to monitor them. But the Ley Lines' fluctuations and strongest disturbances can locally affect dragons and infect them.[/columns][/center] [color=transparent]hey[/color] [center] [size=2]When a living creature is especially exposed to recurring Ley Lines anomalies, they might be plagued with a strong and maddening hallucination, an outburst of craze and violence destroying them. Such a phenomenon, sometimes called [b][i]"The Daze"[/i][/b] is hardly known... and doesn't usually provide enough survivors to tell others about it. It's considered a lethal condition, with no way to avoid the inevitable. [item=Broken Pottery Piece] [item=Shattered Reading Spectacles] [item=Grave Dust] Dazed dragons become ill, suffer from debilitating pain, and eventually lose grounding: they become disconnected from reality, go mad, and get extremely violent. In a matter of a few hours, maybe a few minutes even, the Daze caused by Ley Lines anomalies can crush a hundred people's minds and make them empty shells, driven by primal violence and irrational aggressivity. A Dazed dragon doesn't come back to their past self, or survive at all. They only kill in a distressed frenzy, until they get killed or exhaust themselves to death. (Useful link: [url=https://brand-new-animal.fandom.com/wiki/Nirvasyl_Syndrome]BNA's Nirvasyl syndrome[/url]) [img]https://i.postimg.cc/TP5173zR/Divider-213x50.png[/img] It seems unlikely for dragons to be able to survive such a traumatic event. Moreover, the threshold of Ley Line disturbances exposition that would inevitably crush a mind and heart, seems to be brutally reached very quickly after the first sign of corruption. What kind of unstable individuals would that make anyway? Victims of chronic dementia, plagued by mood and stress disorders? Would it make a beast or a ghost of its past-self? If the Daze doesn't take them, would they fall to the pain or to the madness?[/size] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/3JLw3G78/Divider-640x50.png[/img] [size=2][i]"Mokketoï, what is happening to... us?"[/i] [i]"I don't know."[/i] She whispered. [i]"But I'm less afraid of the flame than I am of whoever- of whatever lit it up."[/i][/center]