Creative Corner

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July 28, 2023 15:20:52

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chaos makes the muse

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life is the art of dying

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Greetings, welcome, salutations. I'm your generic historian, nothing fancy. Or suspicious. Definitely not me. I can't say the same for some of my clanmates but--ahem. Right. Moving on. Where were we?

Ah, yes. The glorious, benevolent clan that took me in when I was in a deep abyss of misery.

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Hm? What was that? Oh, don't worry about me. It was nothing. Nothing.

Uh, anyhow. I have taken on the arduous task of documenting the going-ons of my clanmates and the clan in general. Some dragons aren't too happy about my prying, but--what can I say? It's for history! A most noble pursuit, if I do say so myself.

I'll attempt to be as thorough as I can, but--well, it's going to take a while. Please be patient with me, since I haven't acquired an apprentice to do the menial--uh, I mean very important tasks that I require.

I feel like I'm going to regret this. Alas.

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thriving on chaos

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I.....clan info
location, enemies, history, religion, sayings
II.....dragon info
links, brief descriptions, quotes
III.....stories
legends, lore, histories
IV.....to be added

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Last edited on Dec 29, 2023 13:03:32 by Silverazura

[map x=3565 y=1780 view=land width=480 height=240]Edge of Oblivion[/map] [columns][color=transparent]____[/color] [nextcol] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/gde/2669851/][img]https://iili.io/HQ91Xv2.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] [center]----- [br] [size=4][font=Book Antiqua][i]...Located on the bounds of the Sunbeam Ruins, in the Emperor's Wake, the Clan of Oblivion thrives where shadow and light unite... [br] On the outskirts of the glimmering ruins lies a clan, shrouded in illusion. Far from ordinary, they thrive away from their haunted past and lies. "Monsters," others hiss "Dragons," we insist. Scorned, hated, and exiled-- now, free, unburdened, and wild. Strange, yes. Peculiar, at best. They found a haven--a haven in the Clan of Oblivion [/i][/font][/size] [br] ----- [nextcol] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/gde/2669851][img]https://iili.io/HQ91WYl.png[/img][/url] [/columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/gde/2669851][img]https://iili.io/HiGl1n9.png[/img][/url] [center] [columns][color=transparent]__[/color] [nextcol] [item=Rose of Brightshine][item=serthis support][color=transparent]_[/color] [nextcol] [center] ----- [img]https://iili.io/HZ7NkdB.png[/img] [size=3][font=cambria][i]what's done cannot be undone[/i][/font][/size] ----- [/center] [nextcol] [color=transparent]_[/color][item=historical text][item=Ensorcelled Volume] [/columns] [/center] ----- [columns] [color=transparent]______[/color] [nextcol] [item=Painted Centaur] [nextcol] [color=transparent]__[/color] [font=Book Antiqua][size=5]Centaurs[/size] [color=676767][i]While the Clan of Oblivion has established alliances with some herds of centaurs, some of the more aggressive Dunhoof, known as defectors, have created new herds that take the names of their war leader. The latter use weapons and magic to try and drive off the dragons in the Clan, making it necessary to fight back. Herds allied with the Clan of Oblivion assist in such skirmishes.[/i][/color][/font] [nextcol] [color=transparent]_____[/color] [/columns] [columns] [color=transparent]______[/color] [nextcol] [item=stonewatch harpy] [nextcol] [color=transparent]__[/color] [font=Book Antiqua][size=5]Harpies[/size] [color=676767][i]The Clan of Oblivion bears no alliance with the harpies, and they are sworn enemies. Located to the east of the Edge of Oblivion, the harpies are fierce opponents, trained from their youth to defend their home, and they require much strategy and power to defeat.[/i][/color][/font] [nextcol] [color=transparent]_____[/color] [/columns] [columns] [color=transparent]______[/color] [nextcol] [item=flamescale lancer] [nextcol] [color=transparent]__[/color] [font=Book Antiqua][size=5]Serthis[/size] [color=676767][i]Undoubtedly the largest threat to the Clan of Oblivion, the Serthis are cunning, clever, and extremely skilled. Ruthless creatures, they firmly believe in 'survival of the fittest' and are thus extremely powerful. They are numerous in the area surrounding the Clan, and are the reason for the most skirmishes.[/i][/color][/font] [nextcol] [color=transparent]_____[/color] [/columns] ----- [columns] [color=transparent]________[/color] [nextcol] [color=transparent]__[/color] [right][font=Book Antiqua][size=5]Allies[/size] [color=676767][i]The Clan of Oblivion is allied mainly with various, non-violent herds of Centaurs as well as the Maren, which are underwater creatures--some of which dwell in the waters north of the Edge of Oblivion. The allies provide mutual benefits for both sides, such as trade and defense.[/i][/color][/font][/right] [nextcol] [item=Abyssal Bard] [nextcol] [color=transparent]____[/color] [/columns] [columns] [color=transparent]________[/color] [nextcol] [right][font=Book Antiqua][size=5]Weapons[/size] [color=676767][i]The Clan of Oblivion uses various weapons/defenses against these enemies, including some that the said beasts use. The Sharpened Serthis Lance and Spear are prime examples, and so are the powerful poisons the Serthis concoct. Also, some dragons use looted harpy masks to confuse harpies. Centaur arrows and swords are also used in combat.[/i][/color][/font][/right] [nextcol] [item=Sharpened Serthis Lance] [nextcol] [color=transparent]____[/color] [/columns] [center][item=Expertly-Crafted Spear][item=Leather Centaur Quiver][item=Carved Harpy Mask][item=Sharpened Serthis Spear][item=Powerful Serthis Poison][/center] [/center] -----

Silverazura

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July 28, 2023 15:21:22

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...Located on the bounds of the Sunbeam Ruins,
in the Emperor's Wake,
the Clan of Oblivion thrives where shadow and light unite...

On the outskirts of the glimmering ruins
lies a clan, shrouded in illusion.

Far from ordinary, they thrive
away from their haunted past and lies.

"Monsters," others hiss
"Dragons," we insist.

Scorned, hated, and exiled--
now, free, unburdened, and wild.

Strange, yes.
Peculiar, at best.

They found a haven--a haven in
the Clan of Oblivion

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what's done cannot be undone

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Centaurs
While the Clan of Oblivion has established alliances with some herds of centaurs, some of the more aggressive Dunhoof, known as defectors, have created new herds that take the names of their war leader. The latter use weapons and magic to try and drive off the dragons in the Clan, making it necessary to fight back. Herds allied with the Clan of Oblivion assist in such skirmishes.

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Harpies
The Clan of Oblivion bears no alliance with the harpies, and they are sworn enemies. Located to the east of the Edge of Oblivion, the harpies are fierce opponents, trained from their youth to defend their home, and they require much strategy and power to defeat.

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Serthis
Undoubtedly the largest threat to the Clan of Oblivion, the Serthis are cunning, clever, and extremely skilled. Ruthless creatures, they firmly believe in 'survival of the fittest' and are thus extremely powerful. They are numerous in the area surrounding the Clan, and are the reason for the most skirmishes.

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Allies
The Clan of Oblivion is allied mainly with various, non-violent herds of Centaurs as well as the Maren, which are underwater creatures--some of which dwell in the waters north of the Edge of Oblivion. The allies provide mutual benefits for both sides, such as trade and defense.

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Weapons
The Clan of Oblivion uses various weapons/defenses against these enemies, including some that the said beasts use. The Sharpened Serthis Lance and Spear are prime examples, and so are the powerful poisons the Serthis concoct. Also, some dragons use looted harpy masks to confuse harpies. Centaur arrows and swords are also used in combat.

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Last edited on Aug 04, 2023 14:26:20 by Silverazura

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Silverazura

1062

July 28, 2023 15:21:27

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everything, in time

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time is fleeting

it started with a mistake
a dragon, a potion he did make
and much of his soul it did take

a monster the brew unleashed
revenge, hatred, and longing simmering underneath
into the mind of the alchemist, it reached
and turned them both into a beast

they roamed, far and wide
all laws and beliefs, they defied
and gathered others of their kind

a towering Guardian, without a purpose
finally found one worthy of service

a desperate thief, tainted with mourning
became one given the job of informing

an icy assassin, sparkling with deceit
found in him what was incomplete

a group of dragons, gathering dust
in the face of all that was unjust

embraced the monster inside
and finally found a home to reside

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time is fleeting

The dragons of the Clan of Oblivion pledge their allegiance to the Lightweaver, and they believe in the deities and the origin story of Sorneith.

Dragons of the said clan also hold the founder, Leviathan in a god-like position, although this varies from dragon to dragon. At first, it was out of respect for having formed the clan and giving the exiled a home, but as generations passed and the Emperor spirit inside Leviathan (view story here) became ever more dominant, the former admiration morphed into fear.

As Leviathan became continuously more seclusive, the dragons in the clan hardly ever caught glimpses of him, and over time, his being became a legend. The only dragon who was in close contact with Leviathan was Krakatoa, a Guardian who had long made him his charge. As a result, Krakatoa became the first 'harbinger', who voiced the commands of the temperamental being.

Spiraling deeper and deeper into insanity, Leviathan's orders became harsher and more demanding, the Emperor spirit inside of him became steadily more possessive. Eventually, fear of him was part of the clan's culture, and legends were formed, heavily deviating from the truth—to the point that his breed was forgotten entirely.

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Last edited on Aug 03, 2023 12:28:31 by Silverazura

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Silverazura

1062

July 28, 2023 15:21:34

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LEVIATHAN
74653379

the monster is me

founder | legend

profile
lore
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leviathan wrote:

how do you destroy a monster without becoming one?

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i n v e n t o r y

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Last edited on Jan 15, 2024 05:47:36 by Silverazura

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- L E V I A T H A N -
lore & art

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i. tick-tock...who have I become?

I wasn't always this way - scarred, terrified of myself, and haunted by the past. I wasn't always bitter and thirsting for vengeance, for revenge. I loved my craft, loved the bubbling, softly simmering brews that cast eerie glows reflected in my starry eyes. Alchemy was my life; I was devoted to it, like a mother to her hatchling. But perhaps the fumes had more impact on me than I realized.

It was a normal day, the one that changed me forever. I remember standing by a faded, tired window, cracking it open, and looking outside, where life bustled on. Hatchlings chased one another, squealing, and occasionally being reprimanded by their gossiping mothers, always with an indulgent smile. The air was dewy, infused with the newfound hope of morning and the rustle of breezy flowers. Dappled sunlight cast its rays on the streets, and puffs of wind made the trees dance, and the grass sway.

I remember preparing my ingredients, inhaling the rich, fragrant scents of my craft and leaning into the soothing chop-chop-chop of my knife striking the cutting board. I distinctly recall the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock, as though counting down the precious few moments of my sanity.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I was particularly eager for this batch as I had never once created it, having found the recipe shrouded in a dilapidated kitchen cabinet while rummaging for ingredients. The parchment was, evidently, quite ancient, and tinged with a yellowish-copper that seeped through the words and leaked onto the page. On that paper, in loose, sprawling letters, it meticulously detailed the steps to brewing 'The Leviathan's Elixir'.

Being the naive, curious dragon that I was, I just couldn't resist the seemingly harmless challenge. If it feels wrong, or isn't going according to plan, I'll just discard it, my former self reasoned. The ingredients were innocuous enough and relatively easy to obtain--only two of them were not in my personal inventory, which was certainly unusual, (as I boasted an extensive range of items) but I wasn't too perturbed. Once the ingredients were gathered, I began.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The steps were suspiciously vague and relied on excessive amounts of intuition, but I had been confident in my abilities as an alchemist. I regret that now.

Slowly, bewitchingly, I fell into the natural rhythm of stirring the Stygian potion, the anticipation setting my young heart aquiver. The measurements had to be precise, and I threw myself at my craft.

It was at that moment I realized something wasn’t quite right. The concoction I had eagerly created had an irresistible pull, dragging me towards blissful oblivion, every second tugging at my polluted mind. I didn’t have much longer.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I wish I had stopped there. Threw the remaining ingredients away, disposed of the simmering potion, and washed my mind and claws clean of its evil grasp. But it didn’t work out that way. I had to find out what the potion would create.

As I added the last ingredient, I can recall a distinct aroma of cinnamon tickling my nostrils, and the sweet tingling of peppermint on my tongue. I was suddenly, inexplicably, aware of my surroundings—the rumble of laughter from two old friends, a persistent merchant clanging a pot and advertising his wares, the rustle of leaves as the wind sang it's eerie song, and my own heartbeat reverberating in my ears.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

My eyes sharpened. I could see every short-lived bubble in the dark, heartless brew, every reflection as it shifted and rippled. I stared back at myself, my eyes wide with curiosity and innocence.

Not for long.

Without my realization, the potion had begun to glow. At first, it was a scintillating green, but it soon flowed into a much more ominous, vicious crimson. The color of blood.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I leaned forward, in a trance. The concoction seemed to be calling me, forcing me to behold its glory, and the longer I stared, the more enchanted I became—a vicious cycle.

Somewhere inside my mind, a tiny, seemingly insignificant voice whispered, Look away. Look away now, and you will save yourself years of bitter regret. Unwisely, I didn’t heed this voice—instead, I pushed it away, deeper into the abyss of memories long forgotten.

Up until now, I hadn’t been aware of the ambient ringing in my ears. But as I sank further and further into a trance, the ringing grew into a crescendo of discordant harmony and I simply couldn’t ignore it. My mind blanked.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I couldn’t move. It was as though my body was unconscious, but my mind and senses weren’t. I felt my surroundings, the strange attraction to the potion, and the aromatic smells it was emitting. But I couldn’t do anything. Then, a voice, coming from the darkest parts of my soul:

Drink the potion.

In horror, I watched as talons that didn’t feel like my own mechanically snatched a cup from the counter and, with no hesitation, dunked it into the sinister brew, and downed it all in one gulp. I tasted the unrelenting bitterness of the drink, and it filled me with emotions far beyond what I was capable of feeling: an undying thirst for revenge, for survival, and for living fire. My body shuddered.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The world, in my tainted eyes, stilled. I couldn’t quite feel my body; a desperate numbness had settled over it, as though trying to protect me from what was to come. My vision filled with inky darkness, and suddenly I, the curious, young alchemist, was no more.

The clock shattered.

I AM LEVIATHAN.

Silverazura

1062

July 28, 2023 15:21:46

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- L E V I A T H A N -
lore & art

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i. tick-tock...who have I become?

I wasn't always this way - scarred, terrified of myself, and haunted by the past. I wasn't always bitter and thirsting for vengeance, for revenge. I loved my craft, loved the bubbling, softly simmering brews that cast eerie glows reflected in my starry eyes. Alchemy was my life; I was devoted to it, like a mother to her hatchling. But perhaps the fumes had more impact on me than I realized.

It was a normal day, the one that changed me forever. I remember standing by a faded, tired window, cracking it open, and looking outside, where life bustled on. Hatchlings chased one another, squealing, and occasionally being reprimanded by their gossiping mothers, always with an indulgent smile. The air was dewy, infused with the newfound hope of morning and the rustle of breezy flowers. Dappled sunlight cast its rays on the streets, and puffs of wind made the trees dance, and the grass sway.

I remember preparing my ingredients, inhaling the rich, fragrant scents of my craft and leaning into the soothing chop-chop-chop of my knife striking the cutting board. I distinctly recall the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock, as though counting down the precious few moments of my sanity.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I was particularly eager for this batch as I had never once created it, having found the recipe shrouded in a dilapidated kitchen cabinet while rummaging for ingredients. The parchment was, evidently, quite ancient, and tinged with a yellowish-copper that seeped through the words and leaked onto the page. On that paper, in loose, sprawling letters, it meticulously detailed the steps to brewing 'The Leviathan's Elixir'.

Being the naive, curious dragon that I was, I just couldn't resist the seemingly harmless challenge. If it feels wrong, or isn't going according to plan, I'll just discard it, my former self reasoned. The ingredients were innocuous enough and relatively easy to obtain--only two of them were not in my personal inventory, which was certainly unusual, (as I boasted an extensive range of items) but I wasn't too perturbed. Once the ingredients were gathered, I began.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The steps were suspiciously vague and relied on excessive amounts of intuition, but I had been confident in my abilities as an alchemist. I regret that now.

Slowly, bewitchingly, I fell into the natural rhythm of stirring the Stygian potion, the anticipation setting my young heart aquiver. The measurements had to be precise, and I threw myself at my craft.

It was at that moment I realized something wasn’t quite right. The concoction I had eagerly created had an irresistible pull, dragging me towards blissful oblivion, every second tugging at my polluted mind. I didn’t have much longer.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I wish I had stopped there. Threw the remaining ingredients away, disposed of the simmering potion, and washed my mind and claws clean of its evil grasp. But it didn’t work out that way. I had to find out what the potion would create.

As I added the last ingredient, I can recall a distinct aroma of cinnamon tickling my nostrils, and the sweet tingling of peppermint on my tongue. I was suddenly, inexplicably, aware of my surroundings—the rumble of laughter from two old friends, a persistent merchant clanging a pot and advertising his wares, the rustle of leaves as the wind sang it's eerie song, and my own heartbeat reverberating in my ears.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

My eyes sharpened. I could see every short-lived bubble in the dark, heartless brew, every reflection as it shifted and rippled. I stared back at myself, my eyes wide with curiosity and innocence.

Not for long.

Without my realization, the potion had begun to glow. At first, it was a scintillating green, but it soon flowed into a much more ominous, vicious crimson. The color of blood.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I leaned forward, in a trance. The concoction seemed to be calling me, forcing me to behold its glory, and the longer I stared, the more enchanted I became—a vicious cycle.

Somewhere inside my mind, a tiny, seemingly insignificant voice whispered, Look away. Look away now, and you will save yourself years of bitter regret. Unwisely, I didn’t heed this voice—instead, I pushed it away, deeper into the abyss of memories long forgotten.

Up until now, I hadn’t been aware of the ambient ringing in my ears. But as I sank further and further into a trance, the ringing grew into a crescendo of discordant harmony and I simply couldn’t ignore it. My mind blanked.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I couldn’t move. It was as though my body was unconscious, but my mind and senses weren’t. I felt my surroundings, the strange attraction to the potion, and the aromatic smells it was emitting. But I couldn’t do anything. Then, a voice, coming from the darkest parts of my soul:

Drink the potion.

In horror, I watched as talons that didn’t feel like my own mechanically snatched a cup from the counter and, with no hesitation, dunked it into the sinister brew, and downed it all in one gulp. I tasted the unrelenting bitterness of the drink, and it filled me with emotions far beyond what I was capable of feeling: an undying thirst for revenge, for survival, and for living fire. My body shuddered.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The world, in my tainted eyes, stilled. I couldn’t quite feel my body; a desperate numbness had settled over it, as though trying to protect me from what was to come. My vision filled with inky darkness, and suddenly I, the curious, young alchemist, was no more.

The clock shattered.

I AM LEVIATHAN.

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