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Like... please ignore all the ??? marks. For some reason my text shows up on my clan page, but not in the forums. Its nothing important, only song lyrics ha.

I always felt a little off on FR.. simply because my "Clan" is not really a clan.. and technically my dragons are not even on Sornieth. Idk I just didn't want to completely base everything off in one world.. so I made my own.

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The earth was lost long ago, a very long time ago in fact. Nearly 1500 years ago, humans finally killed all of the earth off. Destroyed the air we needed, left animals to die or be killed off. We were reckless, and we didn’t know what we are doing.. well most would say we don’t even today. That can be agreed upon later.

Back then, we had found a very small planet, little less than half the size of earth. This planet had life, could even sustain it. Perfection. However, there was an issue. How to get everyone and our amazing knew technology there? Well it was simple. Buy your way. 50,000 people were allowed to board the ships to head there. Out of that, only around 10,000 normal working class people made it on. This is where the issues began.

The name of the small world, was Loonrian. Pretty in nature, tropical year round as she was just a hair closer to the sun. It was a paradise. However not for long. Government was in need of creation, and it didn’t take long for a combination of ancient Greek and old monarchy to take over. There was the high upper class, the middle then of course the bottom. Now the issue came to be, the upper richer class had full control of the government, with that it caused the lower and middle to fall under their rule. Owe the upper something? Random tax? Well give us your house. It was not a fun ruling, nor is it today. But the ways still stand

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One thing done, was that animal DNA of Earth had been saved. Something most didn’t know about till scientists on Loonrian began to breed and remake them. It became a large special to see these living animals. But with them came also a very special.. and new machine. The Riviator. Now this machine, was able to be the reason the breeding programs of these rare animals worked. This machine could bring animals. Back to life. If a tiger cub was still born, it could be placed in the machine and someone could view every bit of info on the cub, and fix and repair what needed to be from a large touch panel. The only limit, was that you had one hour to revive the person, before it was too late. It didn’t take long for them to work the Riviator to humans, and this led to the cures for nearly every known ailment. Now they could not fix old age; however, with the machine humans were now easily and comfortably living into the 130 range.

Humans of course, had never learned from the mistake they made with mother Earth, and the fates of the humans left there. With the recreation of animals, and the ability to make them come back to life after the harshest of events, things went a little. Primitive. Horse racing came back..only the tracks where harder and horse pushed faster. Some died at the finish line. Simple, bring them back with the Riviator. Dog fighting became popular, the machine fixed them up easy. All sorts of violent animal sports began to come out because of these “Magical” machines.

But of course, man being greedy, wanted more

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It was not long before the new inhabitants of Loonrian realized there was another world not too far away from themselves that also harbored life. Very soon they began to send off exploration drones, in hopes to see what this other planet in their solar system.

They soon began to find out things, categorizing the new animals they came across. Dragons! It was something of their wildest dreams, this world near by had wild dragons as its inhabitance. The desired was almost instant as scientists kept showcasing their findings, presenting the data they gathered from these drones. Soon the need began to rise. The wealthy higher class of Loonrian wanted the dragons for themselves.

So with large cargo shipped, trained military, and a well funded mission. The Humans of Loonrian made their way towards Sornieth.

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They came onto Sornieth with power and force. Not one of the Dragons had ever seen the human research drones, as they had been cloaked. Huge cages, stun guns, and net guns. Humans armored to defense. Dragons of all flights went to aid of one another, even the beastclans offered aid. However, with their mass numbers, and knowledge of the dragons was too much for the flights that were taken by surprise.

They went after the hatchlings first, taking them in masses by nests. Hauling them up and into the huge cargo ships that orbited over head. The Flights claim that just over a quarter of the entire hatchling population had been taken in the first " The Great Destruction". Some adults were taken, trapped inside cages that were designed to render the magic they held unusable.

"The Great Destruction" was only the first to start the horrible visits of the humans. Though they had soon began to be able fight back somewhat, Gatherings occur once every year or two. Never to return again are those taken, nor is their fate known.

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The dragons started as pets, lavished and well treated it was not hard to domesticate the hatchlings. People devoted their lives to become vets for the dragons. Some became trainers. Though no one dared ride a dragon. They were more of a symbol of wealth, and status on the planet. However, captured adults were a different challenge. They were violent, powerful animals. Those that bought an adult soon began to use that rage to their profit. Fights began, dragon against dragon forced by the humans. Prodded with electric shocks, beatings, and worse the dragons were forced to do their human "Masters" bidding. This caught on faster and faster, and soon it became its own industry. Fighting the dragons, and brining them back with the Riviator. Soon, they became priced fighters, and Loonrian's newest attraction.

Like the Gladiators of centuries ago, the dragons took to huge more modern arenas. These arenas were exactly like the old ones, large open floors, with the cages below. Some larger than others of course. The rich upper class began to have their dragons bred, or captured, having their own small arenas where they began to fight their dragon slaves against one another. The richest of the rich made huge arenas, capable of holding most the original population, even if it had now nearly doubled.

Using the Riviator, they were able to constantly bring the dragons back to life after these fights to the death.. or so they seemed. The rich knew they would not make as much money if the fight truly were random. Instead, they began to fix the fights. Dragons and owners alike knew the winner days before the fight. Planned to gain and earn the most money out of the now rather large middle class. To create fan favorites, build them up and tear them down. It was the perfect idea. No one would question or know other then the fighters, the owners. Then of course the vets that would work down stairs with the dragons and the Riviator. The system was made, and it was followed with no real rules or guide lines.

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But one arena was made, to tower over the rest. Located in the capital city of Altissimus he Cathkarta arena was created. Owned by the richest man on Loonrian, he was determined to have the arena of all arenas. To make sure he was the one people brought their dragons to fight in. An arena the people came to watch some of the best fights on the planet in.. and the arena that would hold some of the most prized, and deadly dragons to ever exist. Capable of holding nearly 200,000 people. Double the planet population he would have his wish in now time at all. Now he just needed were his dragons.

Over the course of around 10 years the owner of Cathkarta bought the top fighting dragons of his favorite breed. Imperials. They had a deadly elegance to them, and their mind power made them very deadly fighters. He bought and bred, till he had his ideal fighting stock. Sub breeds created by the humans of Loonrian had been made. He had his own. Cathkarta had exploded in those years, people flocked to fight their dragons here, and the arena stands always full for any fights. Cathkarta was, and still is a great success, in presentation and breeding of ideal Fighting Imperials.

The dragons had been bred away from their Sorneith roots. Very few on the world of Loonrian know of the old world their kind truly did come from. They know that they communicate with humans in their minds. That some dragons lived along side humans as pets and companions. Most did grow to accept their place on the world of Loonrian. They no longer know of their elemental Gods. Their eyes now days are genetically made, based off of what the breeders require for that group.

Cathkarta does have one dragon, his kind known as "Originals" Originals are dragons that did come from Sorneith. The Emperor's Golden Sun, or Aurum as he is called is the oldest Dragon of Cathkarta. He knew and remembers life on Sorneith. Though he was retired from the Arena floors, he is used as a breeder below. All dragons live under the great Wrym. He tells of the days of old, when dragons were their own people, and not slave to the greed of humans.

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Like... please ignore all the ??? marks. For some reason my text shows up on my clan page, but not in the forums. Its nothing important, only song lyrics ha.

I always felt a little off on FR.. simply because my "Clan" is not really a clan.. and technically my dragons are not even on Sornieth. Idk I just didn't want to completely base everything off in one world.. so I made my own.

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The earth was lost long ago, a very long time ago in fact. Nearly 1500 years ago, humans finally killed all of the earth off. Destroyed the air we needed, left animals to die or be killed off. We were reckless, and we didn’t know what we are doing.. well most would say we don’t even today. That can be agreed upon later.

Back then, we had found a very small planet, little less than half the size of earth. This planet had life, could even sustain it. Perfection. However, there was an issue. How to get everyone and our amazing knew technology there? Well it was simple. Buy your way. 50,000 people were allowed to board the ships to head there. Out of that, only around 10,000 normal working class people made it on. This is where the issues began.

The name of the small world, was Loonrian. Pretty in nature, tropical year round as she was just a hair closer to the sun. It was a paradise. However not for long. Government was in need of creation, and it didn’t take long for a combination of ancient Greek and old monarchy to take over. There was the high upper class, the middle then of course the bottom. Now the issue came to be, the upper richer class had full control of the government, with that it caused the lower and middle to fall under their rule. Owe the upper something? Random tax? Well give us your house. It was not a fun ruling, nor is it today. But the ways still stand

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One thing done, was that animal DNA of Earth had been saved. Something most didn’t know about till scientists on Loonrian began to breed and remake them. It became a large special to see these living animals. But with them came also a very special.. and new machine. The Riviator. Now this machine, was able to be the reason the breeding programs of these rare animals worked. This machine could bring animals. Back to life. If a tiger cub was still born, it could be placed in the machine and someone could view every bit of info on the cub, and fix and repair what needed to be from a large touch panel. The only limit, was that you had one hour to revive the person, before it was too late. It didn’t take long for them to work the Riviator to humans, and this led to the cures for nearly every known ailment. Now they could not fix old age; however, with the machine humans were now easily and comfortably living into the 130 range.

Humans of course, had never learned from the mistake they made with mother Earth, and the fates of the humans left there. With the recreation of animals, and the ability to make them come back to life after the harshest of events, things went a little. Primitive. Horse racing came back..only the tracks where harder and horse pushed faster. Some died at the finish line. Simple, bring them back with the Riviator. Dog fighting became popular, the machine fixed them up easy. All sorts of violent animal sports began to come out because of these “Magical” machines.

But of course, man being greedy, wanted more

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It was not long before the new inhabitants of Loonrian realized there was another world not too far away from themselves that also harbored life. Very soon they began to send off exploration drones, in hopes to see what this other planet in their solar system.

They soon began to find out things, categorizing the new animals they came across. Dragons! It was something of their wildest dreams, this world near by had wild dragons as its inhabitance. The desired was almost instant as scientists kept showcasing their findings, presenting the data they gathered from these drones. Soon the need began to rise. The wealthy higher class of Loonrian wanted the dragons for themselves.

So with large cargo shipped, trained military, and a well funded mission. The Humans of Loonrian made their way towards Sornieth.

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They came onto Sornieth with power and force. Not one of the Dragons had ever seen the human research drones, as they had been cloaked. Huge cages, stun guns, and net guns. Humans armored to defense. Dragons of all flights went to aid of one another, even the beastclans offered aid. However, with their mass numbers, and knowledge of the dragons was too much for the flights that were taken by surprise.

They went after the hatchlings first, taking them in masses by nests. Hauling them up and into the huge cargo ships that orbited over head. The Flights claim that just over a quarter of the entire hatchling population had been taken in the first " The Great Destruction". Some adults were taken, trapped inside cages that were designed to render the magic they held unusable.

"The Great Destruction" was only the first to start the horrible visits of the humans. Though they had soon began to be able fight back somewhat, Gatherings occur once every year or two. Never to return again are those taken, nor is their fate known.

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The dragons started as pets, lavished and well treated it was not hard to domesticate the hatchlings. People devoted their lives to become vets for the dragons. Some became trainers. Though no one dared ride a dragon. They were more of a symbol of wealth, and status on the planet. However, captured adults were a different challenge. They were violent, powerful animals. Those that bought an adult soon began to use that rage to their profit. Fights began, dragon against dragon forced by the humans. Prodded with electric shocks, beatings, and worse the dragons were forced to do their human "Masters" bidding. This caught on faster and faster, and soon it became its own industry. Fighting the dragons, and brining them back with the Riviator. Soon, they became priced fighters, and Loonrian's newest attraction.

Like the Gladiators of centuries ago, the dragons took to huge more modern arenas. These arenas were exactly like the old ones, large open floors, with the cages below. Some larger than others of course. The rich upper class began to have their dragons bred, or captured, having their own small arenas where they began to fight their dragon slaves against one another. The richest of the rich made huge arenas, capable of holding most the original population, even if it had now nearly doubled.

Using the Riviator, they were able to constantly bring the dragons back to life after these fights to the death.. or so they seemed. The rich knew they would not make as much money if the fight truly were random. Instead, they began to fix the fights. Dragons and owners alike knew the winner days before the fight. Planned to gain and earn the most money out of the now rather large middle class. To create fan favorites, build them up and tear them down. It was the perfect idea. No one would question or know other then the fighters, the owners. Then of course the vets that would work down stairs with the dragons and the Riviator. The system was made, and it was followed with no real rules or guide lines.

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But one arena was made, to tower over the rest. Located in the capital city of Altissimus he Cathkarta arena was created. Owned by the richest man on Loonrian, he was determined to have the arena of all arenas. To make sure he was the one people brought their dragons to fight in. An arena the people came to watch some of the best fights on the planet in.. and the arena that would hold some of the most prized, and deadly dragons to ever exist. Capable of holding nearly 200,000 people. Double the planet population he would have his wish in now time at all. Now he just needed were his dragons.

Over the course of around 10 years the owner of Cathkarta bought the top fighting dragons of his favorite breed. Imperials. They had a deadly elegance to them, and their mind power made them very deadly fighters. He bought and bred, till he had his ideal fighting stock. Sub breeds created by the humans of Loonrian had been made. He had his own. Cathkarta had exploded in those years, people flocked to fight their dragons here, and the arena stands always full for any fights. Cathkarta was, and still is a great success, in presentation and breeding of ideal Fighting Imperials.

The dragons had been bred away from their Sorneith roots. Very few on the world of Loonrian know of the old world their kind truly did come from. They know that they communicate with humans in their minds. That some dragons lived along side humans as pets and companions. Most did grow to accept their place on the world of Loonrian. They no longer know of their elemental Gods. Their eyes now days are genetically made, based off of what the breeders require for that group.

Cathkarta does have one dragon, his kind known as "Originals" Originals are dragons that did come from Sorneith. The Emperor's Golden Sun, or Aurum as he is called is the oldest Dragon of Cathkarta. He knew and remembers life on Sorneith. Though he was retired from the Arena floors, he is used as a breeder below. All dragons live under the great Wrym. He tells of the days of old, when dragons were their own people, and not slave to the greed of humans.

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literally just finished writing the lore for a dragon of a subspecies I'm working on, so I might as well share! (13 days until her mate is ready :D I'm so psyched ^^) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18167538] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/181676/18167538_350.png[/img] [/url] [quote="history"]Pepina lived on an island just off the coast of the Everbloom Gardens before she came to her current clan, living with other Pepinos and dining on the fruit of which their species was named after. Although she lived there happily, she felt a pull, a yearning to see the world. Being a child of the great Windsinger, she decided she should first explore the Windswept Plateau. Bidding farewell to her family and friends, Pepina flew off into the great unknown. When she arrived there in the domain of Windsinger, she noticed a plethora of unique dragons living in clans of various sizes. She explored curiously, soon encountering a dragon named Sun. They exchanged greetings, and Pepina questioned about the clans and what they were like. Smiling in a friendly manner, Sun gladly showed her to her own clan, giving her the opportunity to see what it was like up close. Pepina eagerly spoke with the many dragons of the clan, learning about their daily duties and even meeting the matriarch of the clan, Petal. She was so inspired by this fantastic new clan, that she requested to be a part of it. Not long after she was accepted into the clan, a new hatchling was welcomed in. The Hatchling was not much younger than her, and she watched in awe as he quickly grew into a magnificent Imperial whose colors reminded her of home. She followed him around the clan, too nervous to approach such a regal creature. One day, however, he caught her looking at him. She blushed, quickly trying to flee, but the larger Imperial easily caught up with her, stopping her in her tracks. "Speak", he said. She couldn't, too flustered to utter a word. "For someone that follows me around so much, you must want to say something." She swallowed, working up the nerve to speak. She at least had to say hello. She owed him that much right? "H-hi...you're really hot..." [i]The awkward silence that followed was the mark of the dorkiest, clumsiest relationship this clan has ever had the misfortune to witness.[/i][/quote]

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literally just finished writing the lore for a dragon of a subspecies I'm working on, so I might as well share! (13 days until her mate is ready :D I'm so psyched ^^)

history wrote:

Pepina lived on an island just off the coast of the Everbloom Gardens before she came to her current clan, living with other Pepinos and dining on the fruit of which their species was named after. Although she lived there happily, she felt a pull, a yearning to see the world. Being a child of the great Windsinger, she decided she should first explore the Windswept Plateau. Bidding farewell to her family and friends, Pepina flew off into the great unknown.

When she arrived there in the domain of Windsinger, she noticed a plethora of unique dragons living in clans of various sizes. She explored curiously, soon encountering a dragon named Sun. They exchanged greetings, and Pepina questioned about the clans and what they were like. Smiling in a friendly manner, Sun gladly showed her to her own clan, giving her the opportunity to see what it was like up close.

Pepina eagerly spoke with the many dragons of the clan, learning about their daily duties and even meeting the matriarch of the clan, Petal. She was so inspired by this fantastic new clan, that she requested to be a part of it.

Not long after she was accepted into the clan, a new hatchling was welcomed in. The Hatchling was not much younger than her, and she watched in awe as he quickly grew into a magnificent Imperial whose colors reminded her of home. She followed him around the clan, too nervous to approach such a regal creature. One day, however, he caught her looking at him. She blushed, quickly trying to flee, but the larger Imperial easily caught up with her, stopping her in her tracks.

"Speak", he said. She couldn't, too flustered to utter a word. "For someone that follows me around so much, you must want to say something."

She swallowed, working up the nerve to speak. She at least had to say hello. She owed him that much right?

"H-hi...you're really hot..."

The awkward silence that followed was the mark of the dorkiest, clumsiest relationship this clan has ever had the misfortune to witness.

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[center]I'll only post 1, because the few I have are rather long. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=10341754] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/103418/10341754_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b]Personality[/b] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Scythe use to be a free spirit, though she was alone when she was young, growing up in the Zaphyr Steppe within the Wind domain The Windswept Plateau lead her to be a carefree and curious Fire Wildclaw. However after the events during her time in The Scarred Wasteland her personality changed dramatically. Scythe is stubborn and hates to ever admit defeat regardless if the odds are stacked against her. She is a very proud Wildclaw, due to which she is unlikely to ask other for help with the exception of her mate, but even then her pride may get the best of her. She has become highly judgemental of her appearance and will become enraged when others criticise her for her illness. She now tries to avoid contact with others, even within the clan, and has become somewhat of a loner. Scythe's illness has taken its toll on her confidence, and she may show signs of paranoia but will confide in her mate, Reaper. [b]Life in the Clan[/b] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Scythe, a former traveler, now resides with her long time mate on the Shifting Expense as a member of Sovereign's Clan. With a mastery of hunting game of all shapes, types and sizes, she was welcomed into the ranks of the fellow hunters. However Scythe prefers to hunt alone, as teamwork is not one of her strong suits. More often than not she picks to hunt during the early hours before the sun has risen, using her dark pigmented scales to blend in with the darkness and shadows cast down by the surroundings. Due to her affliction many members of the clan worry for the meat that she brings in, fearful that they too will become contaminated. But as there is those who are concerned, there is just as many that it does not bother. For if her disease were contagious the clan would likely have already been infected, holding especially true for her mate Reaper. Most of the clan do not comment on her appearance, many others have become use to it and no longer seem to notice. Scythe herself is self conscious to how she looks, as once before she was a beautifully scaled dragon that many revered, but now her appearance instills fear and pity. [b]Disease[/b] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- During time spent in the Scarred Wasteland, Scythe begane infected with a flesh eating disease. Her ailment is not contagious and its progression has slowed down to the point it is believed that she may no longer carry the disease. Though her body may never recover from the damage that is already done. Scythe's mate Reaper tends to and dresses her wounds that she is unable to reach or treat on her own. The two have spoken with medics and among themselves about removing the growth on her shoulder. But due to it causing her no pain nor spreading they have decided to leave it at this time. Due to this disease, Scythe is unable to bear children. [b]Biography[/b] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Scythe left her original clan at a very young age, almost as a right of passage where only the strong would survive. At this time the young Wildclaw hadn't even a name as she wandered alone through the The Ashfall Waste in which her parents called home. She travelled up into the wind territory known as The Windswept Plateau, it was here that she learnt how to fly from the natural dragons of the land. The peaceful Zaphyr Steppe is what she called home, with a easy going and calm atmosphere full of life and nesting dragons. But in time she would become restless. Scythe made the choice to leave the peaceful Steppe in search of a bigger thrill, a challenge, to explore other lands and meet other types of dragons. Her next destination being The Tangled Wood of the Shadow Region. This gave her the choice to pass straight across the The Sea of a thousands currents, or to attempt the Reedcleft Accent and try her luck within The Scarred Wasteland. She Opted for the Accent, being from Fire the thought of taking to water and battling the tides was not a real consideration. But this choice would prove deadly, almost fatal. As Scythe began to traverse the Reedcleft Accent she almost fell to her death against the powerful and relentless winds. Her progression forward was slow, resting upon the cliff pillars along the way. She had contemplated going up and over in an attempt to avoid these strong winds, but she feared her wings were not strong enough for the task and long flight. And it was not in this dragons nature to give up so easily, this was the kind of challenge she was hoping for. It took several days to make it across the Accent, where for many wind borne dragons the journey was considerably faster. Never or less Scythe was proud of this achievement, this marked her first true win along her great journey across the lands. But Scythe's journey would soon come to an abrupt end. Scythe's mistake was to travel further inland of The Scarred Wasteland to avoid The Wandering Contagion rather then following around the outside edge where Plague and Water meet. She became lost within The Abiding Boneyard for what seemed likes weeks to her. In her disorientation and possible infection from the bacteria of the land, she somehow ended up at The Wyrmwound, a cauldron of disease. Though Scythe climbed to the edge of the crater, she knew not to get any closer to the pit, but perhaps due to her weakened immune system from crossing the Boneyard, the damage was done. It was when she set off once more, about to re-enter the Boneyard to get back on course for the Tangled Wood that she first noticed her scales peeling off of her arms and face. A Pain began to grow in her side, her wings blistered over and a High fever soon followed. At this point the only thing on the wildclaw's mind was to get out of the Scarred Wasteland fast, and hope she could recover. Scythe ended up heading to The Starfall Isle with the hope that somehow the lands magic's could help cure her of her affliction. But this was not to be so. By the time she arrived her body was dripping with blood, from large open wounds upon her limbs and a growth upon her shoulder. Her wings now tattered and torn no longer capable of flight and she soon fell into a pit of despair. Scythe stayed at the Crystalpine Reaches while she learned to live with the illness, with the pain, and the way others would look at her, seemingly fearful they'd catch her disease. At first the torment was almost too much for her to bare, but pride, or stubbornness, would prove to see her through and make her stronger. But during this dark time in her life came the chance of happiness in the form of an Arcane Wildclaw named Reaper. A Dragon that would look past her ailment, her appearance and see the beauty that lay within. Together, with Reaper, Scythe travelled once more through the Scarred Wasteland and finally made it to the Tangled Wood with the support of her new found love. And though the two came to realise overtime that due to her illness Scythe could no longer bear children, their love only grew stronger and it brought them even closer together. Their Journey through the Wood then Sunbeam Ruins was uneventful, the two taking part in other cultures and festivals, till they entered The Shifting Expanse and were welcomed into Sovereign's Clan. [b]Relationship with Reaper[/b] -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Due to her appearance it become near impossible for this once beautiful dragon to find a mate, resulting in her living a solitary life and forcing her to become stronger. When Scythe lived upon the Starfall Isle (Arcane), with no real interest in staying long term, She met her future mate Reaper. She found herself attracted to the male Wildclaw, and despite her appearance he too admired her. The two hit it off from the start, Scythe being surprised by how accepting Reaper was of her condition, her looks, he did not judge her like all the others would. Scythe and Reaper's relationship is strong and undying, regardless of Scythe's inability to bear children. The two are strongly devoted to one another but do still have the occasional Argument. Though Reaper is usually the one to cave even when right, in order to please the woman he loves so dearly. The two dragon treat and act much differently with one another then they do with any other. As they fill one another with such joy and happiness that they can not help but to express.

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I'll only post 1, because the few I have are rather long.

Personality
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Scythe use to be a free spirit, though she was alone when she was young, growing up in the Zaphyr Steppe within the Wind domain The Windswept Plateau lead her to be a carefree and curious Fire Wildclaw.

However after the events during her time in The Scarred Wasteland her personality changed dramatically.

Scythe is stubborn and hates to ever admit defeat regardless if the odds are stacked against her. She is a very proud Wildclaw, due to which she is unlikely to ask other for help with the exception of her mate, but even then her pride may get the best of her.

She has become highly judgemental of her appearance and will become enraged when others criticise her for her illness. She now tries to avoid contact with others, even within the clan, and has become somewhat of a loner.
Scythe's illness has taken its toll on her confidence, and she may show signs of paranoia but will confide in her mate, Reaper.

Life in the Clan
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Scythe, a former traveler, now resides with her long time mate on the Shifting Expense as a member of Sovereign's Clan. With a mastery of hunting game of all shapes, types and sizes, she was welcomed into the ranks of the fellow hunters.

However Scythe prefers to hunt alone, as teamwork is not one of her strong suits. More often than not she picks to hunt during the early hours before the sun has risen, using her dark pigmented scales to blend in with the darkness and shadows cast down by the surroundings.

Due to her affliction many members of the clan worry for the meat that she brings in, fearful that they too will become contaminated. But as there is those who are concerned, there is just as many that it does not bother. For if her disease were contagious the clan would likely have already been infected, holding especially true for her mate Reaper.

Most of the clan do not comment on her appearance, many others have become use to it and no longer seem to notice. Scythe herself is self conscious to how she looks, as once before she was a beautifully scaled dragon that many revered, but now her appearance instills fear and pity.

Disease
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During time spent in the Scarred Wasteland, Scythe begane infected with a flesh eating disease. Her ailment is not contagious and its progression has slowed down to the point it is believed that she may no longer carry the disease. Though her body may never recover from the damage that is already done.

Scythe's mate Reaper tends to and dresses her wounds that she is unable to reach or treat on her own. The two have spoken with medics and among themselves about removing the growth on her shoulder. But due to it causing her no pain nor spreading they have decided to leave it at this time.

Due to this disease, Scythe is unable to bear children.

Biography
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Scythe left her original clan at a very young age, almost as a right of passage where only the strong would survive. At this time the young Wildclaw hadn't even a name as she wandered alone through the The Ashfall Waste in which her parents called home.

She travelled up into the wind territory known as The Windswept Plateau, it was here that she learnt how to fly from the natural dragons of the land. The peaceful Zaphyr Steppe is what she called home, with a easy going and calm atmosphere full of life and nesting dragons. But in time she would become restless.

Scythe made the choice to leave the peaceful Steppe in search of a bigger thrill, a challenge, to explore other lands and meet other types of dragons. Her next destination being The Tangled Wood of the Shadow Region. This gave her the choice to pass straight across the The Sea of a thousands currents, or to attempt the Reedcleft Accent and try her luck within The Scarred Wasteland. She Opted for the Accent, being from Fire the thought of taking to water and battling the tides was not a real consideration. But this choice would prove deadly, almost fatal.

As Scythe began to traverse the Reedcleft Accent she almost fell to her death against the powerful and relentless winds. Her progression forward was slow, resting upon the cliff pillars along the way. She had contemplated going up and over in an attempt to avoid these strong winds, but she feared her wings were not strong enough for the task and long flight. And it was not in this dragons nature to give up so easily, this was the kind of challenge she was hoping for.
It took several days to make it across the Accent, where for many wind borne dragons the journey was considerably faster. Never or less Scythe was proud of this achievement, this marked her first true win along her great journey across the lands.

But Scythe's journey would soon come to an abrupt end.

Scythe's mistake was to travel further inland of The Scarred Wasteland to avoid The Wandering Contagion rather then following around the outside edge where Plague and Water meet.
She became lost within The Abiding Boneyard for what seemed likes weeks to her. In her disorientation and possible infection from the bacteria of the land, she somehow ended up at The Wyrmwound, a cauldron of disease. Though Scythe climbed to the edge of the crater, she knew not to get any closer to the pit, but perhaps due to her weakened immune system from crossing the Boneyard, the damage was done.
It was when she set off once more, about to re-enter the Boneyard to get back on course for the Tangled Wood that she first noticed her scales peeling off of her arms and face. A Pain began to grow in her side, her wings blistered over and a High fever soon followed. At this point the only thing on the wildclaw's mind was to get out of the Scarred Wasteland fast, and hope she could recover.

Scythe ended up heading to The Starfall Isle with the hope that somehow the lands magic's could help cure her of her affliction. But this was not to be so.
By the time she arrived her body was dripping with blood, from large open wounds upon her limbs and a growth upon her shoulder. Her wings now tattered and torn no longer capable of flight and she soon fell into a pit of despair.
Scythe stayed at the Crystalpine Reaches while she learned to live with the illness, with the pain, and the way others would look at her, seemingly fearful they'd catch her disease. At first the torment was almost too much for her to bare, but pride, or stubbornness, would prove to see her through and make her stronger.

But during this dark time in her life came the chance of happiness in the form of an Arcane Wildclaw named Reaper. A Dragon that would look past her ailment, her appearance and see the beauty that lay within.

Together, with Reaper, Scythe travelled once more through the Scarred Wasteland and finally made it to the Tangled Wood with the support of her new found love. And though the two came to realise overtime that due to her illness Scythe could no longer bear children, their love only grew stronger and it brought them even closer together.

Their Journey through the Wood then Sunbeam Ruins was uneventful, the two taking part in other cultures and festivals, till they entered The Shifting Expanse and were welcomed into Sovereign's Clan.

Relationship with Reaper
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Due to her appearance it become near impossible for this once beautiful dragon to find a mate, resulting in her living a solitary life and forcing her to become stronger.
When Scythe lived upon the Starfall Isle (Arcane), with no real interest in staying long term, She met her future mate Reaper. She found herself attracted to the male Wildclaw, and despite her appearance he too admired her.

The two hit it off from the start, Scythe being surprised by how accepting Reaper was of her condition, her looks, he did not judge her like all the others would.

Scythe and Reaper's relationship is strong and undying, regardless of Scythe's inability to bear children. The two are strongly devoted to one another but do still have the occasional Argument. Though Reaper is usually the one to cave even when right, in order to please the woman he loves so dearly.
The two dragon treat and act much differently with one another then they do with any other. As they fill one another with such joy and happiness that they can not help but to express.

Returning to FR after a long hiatus

literally just copies my lore off my progen's bio lol tl;dr: G1 religious zealots decry dragonflight gods, make up their own gods, and sometimes kill other dragons in their names. -------------------- [center][b]Rre pauwel quowjaz, chs saash en gyusya/.[/b] [indent][indent][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCQ5c2z4hr4]"Power is justice, and we became the gods who control it."[/i][/url][/indent][/indent][/center] -------------------- [columns][img]http://i.imgur.com/HzzWnmS.png[/img] [center]Art By Lacuna[/center][nextcol] Dragons of Clan Rowan boast a certain power in everything they do. Their demeanors are very strong, as are their wills and dedication to everything they do. They feel strongly tied the planet and are less loyal to the gods above them than they are to the will of the planet below them. They have appreciation and respect for the deities, but to them it is the will of the planet that determines everything. They consider the dragon deities "maintainers" made by the planet to care for her, and worship a separate set of gods-- called wills-- who, as a consensus, make up the entire will of the planet. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=264&tab=dragon&did=6624872]Juklizda[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=4267820]Shelanoir[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7247513]Clyuue[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7266467]Sashanomiya[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=6995632]Yurishica[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7277281]Dijya[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7510460]Saki[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7188761]Soreile[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7166333]Soma[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=6591133]Filament[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7872788]Listea[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=8446572]Lere[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7480267]Hymmnosphere[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7872766]Ar Ru[/url], and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=264&did=7337875]Salapator[/url]. The dragons in the clan named for these gods are not the gods themselves, but rather, their Avatars on Sornieth. As most of the dragons of Clan Rowan are orphans, the planet is their mother and she is the most important to them. She has raised them, and provides for them still, and for that they love her. As such, the dragons of Clan Rowan hold no love for dragons who do not respect the planet and her will. They have a strong sense of justice, between dragons and between their relationship to nature. They do not stand for any sort of injustice or unfairness. Clan Rowan, despite being allowed to live in the Beacon of the Radiant Eye, keep to the Hewn City. It is a place most comfortable to them, where they can be among ruins of rich lore and closer to the earth they love. [/columns][columns] Since the will of the planet is so revered by the dragons of Clan Rowan, they often sing praises to her, and about her in a [url=http://conlang.wikia.com/wiki/Hymmnos]deep[/url], winding [url=http://conlang.wikia.com/wiki/Hymmnos/Lexicon]language[/url] of song and emotion that all dragons of the Clan learn in time. They have a complex mythology gathered from knowledge of locations around the world. In a way, they are a religion (or, perhaps, a cult) of their own, who go against the knowledge the rest of the dragon world perpetuates.[/columns] -------------------- [center][b]Rrha ki ra chs waath ciel, pak celetille frawr, li mea meo.[/b] [i]I will become the rebirth of the world and create the pure flowers of the future, this is my dream.[/i][/center] -------------------- also here's a comic i made about my clan's exalting habits! i never finished it because lazy they think the planet is taking the hatchlings but really, glittermom just turns up the lights and whisks them away before hephaestus notices [img]http://i.imgur.com/fdZUvUl.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/WXeNDSU.png[/img]

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literally just copies my lore off my progen's bio lol

tl;dr: G1 religious zealots decry dragonflight gods, make up their own gods, and sometimes kill other dragons in their names.

Rre pauwel quowjaz, chs saash en gyusya/.

"Power is justice, and we became the gods who control it."

Art By Lacuna

Dragons of Clan Rowan boast a certain power in everything they do. Their demeanors are very strong, as are their wills and dedication to everything they do. They feel strongly tied the planet and are less loyal to the gods above them than they are to the will of the planet below them. They have appreciation and respect for the deities, but to them it is the will of the planet that determines everything.

They consider the dragon deities "maintainers" made by the planet to care for her, and worship a separate set of gods-- called wills-- who, as a consensus, make up the entire will of the planet. Juklizda, Shelanoir, Clyuue, Sashanomiya, Yurishica, Dijya, Saki, Soreile, Soma, Filament, Listea, Lere, Hymmnosphere, Ar Ru, and Salapator. The dragons in the clan named for these gods are not the gods themselves, but rather, their Avatars on Sornieth.

As most of the dragons of Clan Rowan are orphans, the planet is their mother and she is the most important to them. She has raised them, and provides for them still, and for that they love her. As such, the dragons of Clan Rowan hold no love for dragons who do not respect the planet and her will. They have a strong sense of justice, between dragons and between their relationship to nature. They do not stand for any sort of injustice or unfairness.

Clan Rowan, despite being allowed to live in the Beacon of the Radiant Eye, keep to the Hewn City. It is a place most comfortable to them, where they can be among ruins of rich lore and closer to the earth they love.

Since the will of the planet is so revered by the dragons of Clan Rowan, they often sing praises to her, and about her in a deep, winding language of song and emotion that all dragons of the Clan learn in time. They have a complex mythology gathered from knowledge of locations around the world. In a way, they are a religion (or, perhaps, a cult) of their own, who go against the knowledge the rest of the dragon world perpetuates.

Rrha ki ra chs waath ciel, pak celetille frawr, li mea meo.
I will become the rebirth of the world and create the pure flowers of the future, this is my dream.

also here's a comic i made about my clan's exalting habits! i never finished it because lazy
they think the planet is taking the hatchlings but really, glittermom just turns up the lights and whisks them away before hephaestus notices

[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/184274/18427316_350.png[/img] One of the first new dragons in the Clan, Nomos is also the only Imperial to grace the Clan's home. Among the rather rowdy bunch that recently took up residence within their home Clan, the one that sheltered him ever since them parents left him as a welcome gift for the tiny Faes, Sennet and Sinna, Nomos serves as the ultimate judge when it comes to settling decisions between dragons. Certainly, Sinna does most of the work--she does have the final say in what they decide, but as the Judge, it is Nomos's duty to deliver and carry out the sentences. Dedicated to their work and about as hard working as they come, one might say that Nomos works themselves too hard, often to the point where they can be found sleeping on top of the rules book that is stored in the Clan's archive. Coincidentally, it's also the place where they hole up most of the time to work. When not working, dedicated Nomos can be found lazing in the small patches of sunlight that penetrate the murky skies above his Clan's home. If they're not snoozing, the Imperial could be seen flying high above the dark clouds, black body stark against the sun. However, it's here that they feel most free and able to relax.

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One of the first new dragons in the Clan, Nomos is also the only Imperial to grace the Clan's home. Among the rather rowdy bunch that recently took up residence within their home Clan, the one that sheltered him ever since them parents left him as a welcome gift for the tiny Faes, Sennet and Sinna, Nomos serves as the ultimate judge when it comes to settling decisions between dragons.

Certainly, Sinna does most of the work--she does have the final say in what they decide, but as the Judge, it is Nomos's duty to deliver and carry out the sentences. Dedicated to their work and about as hard working as they come, one might say that Nomos works themselves too hard, often to the point where they can be found sleeping on top of the rules book that is stored in the Clan's archive. Coincidentally, it's also the place where they hole up most of the time to work.

When not working, dedicated Nomos can be found lazing in the small patches of sunlight that penetrate the murky skies above his Clan's home. If they're not snoozing, the Imperial could be seen flying high above the dark clouds, black body stark against the sun. However, it's here that they feel most free and able to relax.

is this a lack of posts I see This calls for a BlueFlame Lore drop! ( /6_6)/ ~~~~~~\ \ \~~~~~~ ~~~~~~\ \ \~~~~~~ ____(((~[Lore]~)))_____ [center][b][u]Quirks Of The Clan V[/u][/b] [b][u]Chargeless guardians?[/u][/b][/center] at first glance any outsider Guardian would assume that BlueFlame's Guardians are weirdos since they appear to have no charge, But Its not as simple as that, Almost all Guardians of BlueFlame have the Clan as a whole as a charge. Growing up they see all their clanmates working tirelessly and together to ensure that their clan is functional, safe and happy, from the hunters that haul in food to the mighty Lair guards and Fighters that protect the the place they make their home and the surrounding territory. They find it difficult to leave and always seem to stay, and most guardians that stumble into BlueFlames folds find themselves taking the Clan as their charge. some take certain parts of it, such as the lair itself or a clanmate, or even a section of their territory, while others encompass everything under their protection. [center][u][b]LairGuards and Rank[/b][/u][/center] LairGuards can be somewhat easily identified by their Armor: they wear Spiked Scale armor, each of the six colours represent a rank or job.they are also the last line of defence for the Lair. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18337863] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/183379/18337863_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17354608] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/173547/17354608_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b]Solidscale[/b] and [b]Brightscale[/b] Armored LairGuards are [b]The Mediates[/b], they are the ones called in whenever there is an argument that needs resolved or fight that needs to be broken up, they are for the most part; peace keepers, if an issue cant be resolved peacefully they usually either take the offenders to the dungeons and call in their Captain Kravad or the clan heads Karos and Kaya or they call in their higher officers to deal with the issue, but for the minor conflicts, a Mediate is enough. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7899733] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/78998/7899733_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8170521] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/81706/8170521_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b]Moonscale[/b] and [b]Shadowscale[/b] Armored LairGuards are [b]The Chargers[/b], Chargers are for doing exactly that. Charging. they are purely the muscle of the BlueFlame Lair guards, they are for chasing down escaped prisoners and spies. they are also responsible for ending the out of control fights. it doesn't matter who started it; these guys are the ones that end it. the reason why the armor colours clash is so Any Chargers are both clearly visible and difficult to see. the last thing any Day attacking beast clans see is gleaming white armor, while any night attackers never see what got them. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7899734] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/78998/7899734_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7768914] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/77690/7768914_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b]Battlescale[/b] and [b]Steelscale[/b] Armored LairGuards are [b]The Escorts[/b], Any visiting allies are assigned one of these as their guide and protectors, they also monitor their 'charges' behaviour, in case they bare ill will to the clan, they also escort their Leaders to other allied clans as well. if one requires protection the Escorts are there for them. Escorts also kind of watch hatchlings and Most BlueFlame babies will remember seeing a dragon in Blue armor when they were young. [center][b][i]Ya know for dragons that are supposed to keep the peace, their Armor is awfully...spikey[/i][/b][/center] most of the spikes are actually Blunt, all Mediate have blunt spikes as they are for hooking legs, tails and wings to pull fighting dragons off each other and keeping them apart, most Escorts spikes are blunt, but almost all Charger's spikes are sharpened, rushing into battle with blunt armor spikes is never a good idea. [center][i][b]is filigree armor like LairGuards captains and other higher ups?[/b][/i][/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7047802]Kravad[/url] wears Iron filigree wing-Guards and Helmet to display his rank as Captain, All other Filigree amor is Fighter wear. every LairGuard wears scale armor except for [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15942378]Khargath[/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15942377]Kyriana[/url] because they have special permission to wear filigree armor since the Fighter's General [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=11149463]Kyros[/url] is their father, they sill have to wear the LairGuard's footwear to show they are LairGuards. [center][b][i]whats the difference between LairGuards and Fighters?[/i][/b][/center] LairGuards are all about maintaining peace within the clan, they are BlueFlames Police force/SWAT/bodyguards. Fighters protect the lair and their surrounding territory , they are BlueFlame's Army, Chasing out intruders and chaperoning Traders and allies through the BlueFlame's Land. [center][i][b]Can anyone be a LairGuard?[/b][/i][/center] sort of, it takes a certain type of Temperament. A LairGuard needs to be open minded and always keep a calm demeanour, and they need patience, Lots and lots of patience. If you get frustrated easily then Being a lair guard is not for you. LairGuards are also usually Guardians or Imperials, as smaller dragons would have more difficulty breaking up fights than larger Dragons. think of it like this: what would be more effective at stopping a pair of fighting mirrors, A Guardain or a Fae?

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is this a lack of posts I see
This calls for a BlueFlame Lore drop!

( /6_6)/
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Quirks Of The Clan V

Chargeless guardians?

at first glance any outsider Guardian would assume that BlueFlame's Guardians are weirdos since they appear to have no charge, But Its not as simple as that, Almost all Guardians of BlueFlame have the Clan as a whole as a charge.
Growing up they see all their clanmates working tirelessly and together to ensure that their clan is functional, safe and happy, from the hunters that haul in food to the mighty Lair guards and Fighters that protect the the place they make their home and the surrounding territory.
They find it difficult to leave and always seem to stay, and most guardians that stumble into BlueFlames folds find themselves taking the Clan as their charge. some take certain parts of it, such as the lair itself or a clanmate, or even a section of their territory, while others encompass everything under their protection.

LairGuards and Rank

LairGuards can be somewhat easily identified by their Armor: they wear Spiked Scale armor, each of the six colours represent a rank or job.they are also the last line of defence for the Lair.

Solidscale and Brightscale Armored LairGuards are The Mediates, they are the ones called in whenever there is an argument that needs resolved or fight that needs to be broken up, they are for the most part; peace keepers, if an issue cant be resolved peacefully they usually either take the offenders to the dungeons and call in their Captain Kravad or the clan heads Karos and Kaya or they call in their higher officers to deal with the issue, but for the minor conflicts, a Mediate is enough.

Moonscale and Shadowscale Armored LairGuards are The Chargers, Chargers are for doing exactly that. Charging. they are purely the muscle of the BlueFlame Lair guards, they are for chasing down escaped prisoners and spies. they are also responsible for ending the out of control fights. it doesn't matter who started it; these guys are the ones that end it. the reason why the armor colours clash is so Any Chargers are both clearly visible and difficult to see. the last thing any Day attacking beast clans see is gleaming white armor, while any night attackers never see what got them.

Battlescale and Steelscale Armored LairGuards are The Escorts, Any visiting allies are assigned one of these as their guide and protectors, they also monitor their 'charges' behaviour, in case they bare ill will to the clan, they also escort their Leaders to other allied clans as well. if one requires protection the Escorts are there for them. Escorts also kind of watch hatchlings and Most BlueFlame babies will remember seeing a dragon in Blue armor when they were young.

Ya know for dragons that are supposed to keep the peace, their Armor is awfully...spikey

most of the spikes are actually Blunt, all Mediate have blunt spikes as they are for hooking legs, tails and wings to pull fighting dragons off each other and keeping them apart, most Escorts spikes are blunt, but almost all Charger's spikes are sharpened, rushing into battle with blunt armor spikes is never a good idea.

is filigree armor like LairGuards captains and other higher ups?

Kravad wears Iron filigree wing-Guards and Helmet to display his rank as Captain, All other Filigree amor is Fighter wear. every LairGuard wears scale armor except for Khargath and Kyriana because they have special permission to wear filigree armor since the Fighter's General Kyros is their father, they sill have to wear the LairGuard's footwear to show they are LairGuards.

whats the difference between LairGuards and Fighters?

LairGuards are all about maintaining peace within the clan, they are BlueFlames Police force/SWAT/bodyguards.
Fighters protect the lair and their surrounding territory , they are BlueFlame's Army, Chasing out intruders and chaperoning Traders and allies through the BlueFlame's Land.

Can anyone be a LairGuard?

sort of, it takes a certain type of Temperament. A LairGuard needs to be open minded and always keep a calm demeanour, and they need patience, Lots and lots of patience. If you get frustrated easily then Being a lair guard is not for you.
LairGuards are also usually Guardians or Imperials, as smaller dragons would have more difficulty breaking up fights than larger Dragons.
think of it like this: what would be more effective at stopping a pair of fighting mirrors, A Guardain or a Fae?

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[center] [b]The Frozen Archives[/b] It all started with Azriel [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7832475] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/78325/7832475_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] A young tundra baby, hatched cold and alone. No family, no friends, no clan. The only things left behind for this poor child were a few coins of treasure, and an old Poet's Tam- which the Tundra took to liking the second he saw it's cool green color and black feathers. He wandered the southern ice flows for months, until one night he fell asleep in an abandoned burrow to escape a blizzard storm. When he awoke the next morning, he poked his little head out of the snow, took a look around, and was greeted by the biggest shadow he had ever seen... and words that hit his very soul. [center][u][b] "listen, my child."[/b][/center] [/u] Following the voice, and climbing up the hill to the Cliffside opposite it, he met with the enormous Warden of the Ice, who led him across many drifts and mountain ranges to show him what remained of a great battle. Frozen in the ice before them were countless dragons and beasts. [center][u][b] "These creatures have been lost to the echoes of time, and have thus lost their voice upon this world."[/b][/u] [/center] with the slightest glance of the mighty dragon before him, Azriel knew what it was he was meant to do. He may have been born cold and alone, but he was not going to stay that way. He would not let these dragons remain that way either. Adjusting his Tam, and grabbing what few things he had- which by then was a crumbling Journeyman's Satchel he found and a green scarf along with minimal treasure- Azriel went out in search of memories of this great forgotten battle and documented their existence- and as if it was intended by the 11 deities themselves, the memories of others. [center][b]So that all dragons could have a voice again[/b][/center]

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The Frozen Archives

It all started with Azriel

A young tundra baby, hatched cold and alone. No family, no friends, no clan. The only things left behind for this poor child were a few coins of treasure, and an old Poet's Tam- which the Tundra took to liking the second he saw it's cool green color and black feathers. He wandered the southern ice flows for months, until one night he fell asleep in an abandoned burrow to escape a blizzard storm. When he awoke the next morning, he poked his little head out of the snow, took a look around, and was greeted by the biggest shadow he had ever seen... and words that hit his very soul.

"listen, my child."

Following the voice, and climbing up the hill to the Cliffside opposite it, he met with the enormous Warden of the Ice, who led him across many drifts and mountain ranges to show him what remained of a great battle. Frozen in the ice before them were countless dragons and beasts.

"These creatures have been lost to the echoes of time, and have thus lost their voice upon this world."

with the slightest glance of the mighty dragon before him, Azriel knew what it was he was meant to do.

He may have been born cold and alone, but he was not going to stay that way. He would not let these dragons remain that way either. Adjusting his Tam, and grabbing what few things he had- which by then was a crumbling Journeyman's Satchel he found and a green scarf along with minimal treasure- Azriel went out in search of memories of this great forgotten battle and documented their existence- and as if it was intended by the 11 deities themselves, the memories of others.

So that all dragons could have a voice again

Oooh, I love clan lore! I'm still slowly working at building mine up, so I'll just give you the basic four plus the current events going on. Of course more in depth stuff is in their bios. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8671682] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/86717/8671682_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Once upon a time... there was a warrior dragon. Legend has it he once fought cloaked in darkness - some even going so far as to claim he served in the Shadowbinder's exalted ranks, having renounced ties to whatever clan he was born to, and was known as a terror of the night - but he caught sight of the Lightweaver one day and his eyes filled with light and he was forever changed. Not long after, he was wounded and found himself stranded and alone in a place between the Tangled Wood and the Sunbeam Ruins, and suddenly there was a light flitting about in the trees: [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8671683] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/86717/8671683_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] "Are you alright?" she asked him, before he lost consciousness. Seun was her name, as it turned out, and over the next several days she tended to his wounds and made sure he had food and water. As they talked, it became clear that they had much in common: Seun's original home had been destroyed by an earthquake when she was young - the quake disturbed the Fae colony and all the nests came crashing down. She remembered very little of the event or before as a result of the trauma she sustained, and thus had no memory of the clan she was born to. She became a wanderer - flitting from place to place and never stayed anywhere for long. Ryu smiled at this. "I have been a wanderer, too," he told her. "But perhaps we can make a home for ourselves together." That home would be built not far from where she'd found him - on a precipice of the Sunbeam Ruins that overlooks the Tangled Wood. They dubbed it the Twilit Lair, and their clan became known as the Twilight Clan: for the founders know there is no light without darkness, and yet twilight remains the harmonious middle ground betwixt the two... [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8555763] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/85558/8555763_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Not long later, while Ryu and Seun were struggling with not only their own first clutch of hatchlings but also several homeless dragons they'd taken in under their wings, another wandering warrior crossed their path. He couldn't help but be amused and concerned for the clan leaders - they seemed to have bitten off more than they could chew - and he offered his services as a guard, at least until their young grew old enough to defend the clan themselves. However, after spending several days with them - fending off beasts, chasing young dragons about, and spending evenings fed and by their hearth fire talking with Ryu and Seun - Aeron realized he didn't really want to leave. Ryu and Seun were happy to learn of Aeron's decision, and he was given the honor of being appointed as the third leader of their clan. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2552725] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/25528/2552725_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] As time went on, the clan was doing quite well. Many of the first children had grown into their own roles for the clan and some had children of their own. It was in this time that another wanderer found them - a scholar named Mobius - and much like Aeron he originally intended to stay for a brief time but fell in love with the nature of the clan and decided to make it his permanent home. He is the eldest dragon in the clan, and though he had no interest in leadership he happily took on a role as teacher and chronicler of the clan. Of late he has taken interest in helping other clans with their chronicling, and has opened his services to the public with help from his flighty fae apprentices. Most recently, the clan has found itself housing a surprising surge of young nocturne dragons. It is quite intriguing, as the darkest nights of the year are not quite upon them, but Mobius believes the young perhaps sense the coming nights and have begun to stir. With the clan located on the brink of their domain, as it is, it is little wonder that they have crept in and made homes in the Twilit Lair... and only time will tell how many of them will stay.

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Oooh, I love clan lore! I'm still slowly working at building mine up, so I'll just give you the basic four plus the current events going on. Of course more in depth stuff is in their bios.

Once upon a time... there was a warrior dragon. Legend has it he once fought cloaked in darkness - some even going so far as to claim he served in the Shadowbinder's exalted ranks, having renounced ties to whatever clan he was born to, and was known as a terror of the night - but he caught sight of the Lightweaver one day and his eyes filled with light and he was forever changed.

Not long after, he was wounded and found himself stranded and alone in a place between the Tangled Wood and the Sunbeam Ruins, and suddenly there was a light flitting about in the trees:

"Are you alright?" she asked him, before he lost consciousness.

Seun was her name, as it turned out, and over the next several days she tended to his wounds and made sure he had food and water. As they talked, it became clear that they had much in common:

Seun's original home had been destroyed by an earthquake when she was young - the quake disturbed the Fae colony and all the nests came crashing down. She remembered very little of the event or before as a result of the trauma she sustained, and thus had no memory of the clan she was born to. She became a wanderer - flitting from place to place and never stayed anywhere for long.

Ryu smiled at this. "I have been a wanderer, too," he told her. "But perhaps we can make a home for ourselves together."

That home would be built not far from where she'd found him - on a precipice of the Sunbeam Ruins that overlooks the Tangled Wood. They dubbed it the Twilit Lair, and their clan became known as the Twilight Clan: for the founders know there is no light without darkness, and yet twilight remains the harmonious middle ground betwixt the two...

Not long later, while Ryu and Seun were struggling with not only their own first clutch of hatchlings but also several homeless dragons they'd taken in under their wings, another wandering warrior crossed their path. He couldn't help but be amused and concerned for the clan leaders - they seemed to have bitten off more than they could chew - and he offered his services as a guard, at least until their young grew old enough to defend the clan themselves.

However, after spending several days with them - fending off beasts, chasing young dragons about, and spending evenings fed and by their hearth fire talking with Ryu and Seun - Aeron realized he didn't really want to leave.

Ryu and Seun were happy to learn of Aeron's decision, and he was given the honor of being appointed as the third leader of their clan.

As time went on, the clan was doing quite well. Many of the first children had grown into their own roles for the clan and some had children of their own. It was in this time that another wanderer found them - a scholar named Mobius - and much like Aeron he originally intended to stay for a brief time but fell in love with the nature of the clan and decided to make it his permanent home.

He is the eldest dragon in the clan, and though he had no interest in leadership he happily took on a role as teacher and chronicler of the clan. Of late he has taken interest in helping other clans with their chronicling, and has opened his services to the public with help from his flighty fae apprentices.

Most recently, the clan has found itself housing a surprising surge of young nocturne dragons. It is quite intriguing, as the darkest nights of the year are not quite upon them, but Mobius believes the young perhaps sense the coming nights and have begun to stir. With the clan located on the brink of their domain, as it is, it is little wonder that they have crept in and made homes in the Twilit Lair... and only time will tell how many of them will stay.

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[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/185268/18526713_350.png[/img][/img] [i][b]hurgh, why did i do this, why did i even EVER let dusk in the clan, well never mind, il just suck it up and tell the story HRMMGH HURPHP. lets begin, the story of the king and lion heart[/b][/i] [b][u]the legend of kind and lionheart[/u][/b] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- long ago, in a land far from here. beyond the lands of sorienth. their was a war waging between the rule of dragons and lands of the beasts. the clans where ruled by the almighty core leaders, seemingly normal creatures with powerful cores that gave them powers beyond all. the main ruler was kinnoki, the powerful lion king of ice. he had a son whom he payed little attention to besides the fact that he would rule one day. kinnoki had a powerful ice crystal on his chest that enabled him control over ice and storms, it was so powerful that ice crystals grew on the tips of his fur. the son had a blue orb on his chest that made him only do what was right and nothing else. he father and son where peaceful even as the war waged on. until the final hours..... a large battle had been brewing on the outskirts of the village, dozens of dragons streamed into the open gates, fire spewing over all. even though the kingdom was in turmoil, the king had a more personal problem. he wanted his son to fight, the son was plenty strong and brave, but he didint want to even come near the battle field. the kind pressured his son to tears, but the son wouldn't do it, until force came to shove. the kind gathered up his power and turned the son into a powerful ice meteor that struck the main dragon lair. soon after, the kind was killed by the leader of the dragons, kaiser the bold. but what happened to the orb well....some may know the story... but others don't... so ill tell you.. it was found millions of years later by scientists unawaringly, and put into something powerful, a machine with a mind, fist, and soul...... a surrogate son that rose out of the ashes of a dead son.... one that had a name you may know.....astro boy

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hurgh, why did i do this, why did i even EVER let dusk in the clan, well never mind, il just suck it up and tell the story HRMMGH HURPHP. lets begin, the story of the king and lion heart

the legend of kind and lionheart

long ago, in a land far from here. beyond the lands of sorienth. their was a war waging between the rule of dragons and lands of the beasts.

the clans where ruled by the almighty core leaders, seemingly normal creatures with powerful cores that gave them powers beyond all. the main ruler was kinnoki, the powerful lion king of ice. he had a son whom he payed little attention to besides the fact that he would rule one day. kinnoki had a powerful ice crystal on his chest that enabled him control over ice and storms, it was so powerful that ice crystals grew on the tips of his fur. the son had a blue orb on his chest that made him only do what was right and nothing else. he father and son where peaceful even as the war waged on.

until the final hours.....

a large battle had been brewing on the outskirts of the village, dozens of dragons streamed into the open gates, fire spewing over all. even though the kingdom was in turmoil, the king had a more personal problem. he wanted his son to fight, the son was plenty strong and brave, but he didint want to even come near the battle field. the kind pressured his son to tears, but the son wouldn't do it, until force came to shove. the kind gathered up his power and turned the son into a powerful ice meteor that struck the main dragon lair. soon after, the kind was killed by the leader of the dragons, kaiser the bold.

but what happened to the orb

well....some may know the story...

but others don't...

so ill tell you..

it was found millions of years later by scientists unawaringly, and put into something powerful, a machine with a mind, fist, and soul......

a surrogate son that rose out of the ashes of a dead son....

one that had a name you may know.....astro boy

[b]Its been a little while since my last story and truth be told: I was a tab bit burnt out, But No more! My fires of Lore have been rekindled! now heads up, Three of these dragons do not technically Exist because I used the Scry workshop to make em (as to why they have no apparel). Disclaner: any dragons represented that are not in my lair are purely fictional and any resemblance to any dragon exalted or not is merely coincidental.[/b] and with that out the way on with the story! [center][b][u]The Fall Of The Ashen-Pyre Clan and Founding Of the BlueFlame[/u][/b][/center] [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/69479/6947833_350.png[/img][/center] [i]"I am Karos, Leader of The BlueFlame Clan. Most would assume at first glance that our clan is quite old considering how many dragons are in it, and they are always quite shocked to find our clan is in truth. very young. and such a revelation always brings forth the same Question:"[/i] [center]'how did your clan come to be?'[/center] [i]"and I suppose such a question burns within you as well? Very well, I will tell you, But first you Must know of my Birthclan, the Ashen-Pyre..."[/i] [s]-----[/s] "the Ashen-Pyre clan began and ended with one dragon:" [center][img]http://flightrising.com/image_generators/dragonpic2.php?body=27&wing=22&style=2&gender=0&ages=1&prig=0&secg=2&tert=41&elem=11&tertgene=5&spec=prev.png[/img][/center] "A Guardian, Kahrrod. My father. He was Powerful and Wise, Many would speak of him with such praise and admiration. He was a Paragon of the Fire Dragons, what we all should strive to be. he bore the rarest gift any fire dragon would wish for: Fire Breath of blue, hotter than even the lava that surrounded our home. he was Beloved by many but there was one who loved him even more;" [center][img]http://flightrising.com/image_generators/dragonpic2.php?body=19&wing=24&style=2&gender=1&ages=1&prig=0&secg=6&tert=48&elem=11&tertgene=5&spec=prev.png[/img][/center] "Siraijah, She who was his mate. My mother. Her cunning and grace was unmatched, she had a wit as quick as her smile, and it was her of all the females that my father chose as his mate" "together the two of them Led the Ashen-Pyre for many many years. for the most part it was a peaceful Clan, they never conquered any fellow Fire Clans. they would beat their foes into submission but they would never land a killing blow. and such a reputation bore as many allies as enemies, even within the clan itself" [s]-----[/s] "and it was a late Summer Night when the Clan would know Peace no more..." "My father was slain in combat, along with Many of the Ashen-Pyres Fighters. It was supposed to be a simple Cull skirmish against a centaur clan that had grown too large within our borders, but they had underestimated how large, as an act of revenge and Mourning for their lost leader and comrades: any who could fight had gathered and attacked the Centaur clan..." "The Centaurs were decimated. never again would they set one hoof within the Ashen-Pyre Lands. Without its head the clan was thrown into Chaos, many arguments and Fights broke out over who would be the new leader, as I was not yet an adult at the time; I was too young to take my father place as leader, My mother did her best to keep the peace but it only delayed the inevitable" "it was Yraxxas that Hammered the final nail in the Ashen-Pyre's Coffin" [center][img]http://flightrising.com/image_generators/dragonpic2.php?body=10&wing=48&style=2&gender=0&ages=1&prig=1&secg=11&tert=46&elem=11&tertgene=10&spec=prev.png[/img][/center] "The arguments had then formed into semi-organised debates, our clan breaking off into smaller groups, the largest were those who followed My mother, who said they should wait until I was ready to lead our clan, and those who followed Yraxxas, who voted he take the lead as he was General of our clans fighters, when the debates failed the Clan shattered completely and began to fight amongst themselves. My mother spirited me away one night, taking me to the secret paths, somehow the decider for who was clan lead became whoever took my head, I was injured, but It was a wound that would heal" "I still remember the look of utter despair on her face and the last words she said to me:" [i]"Our Clan is Lost My son. Run, Run and [b]Never[/b] look back...[b]I Love You...So Much...[/b]"[/i] "...that was the Last I ever saw of my Mother..." [s]-----[/s] "after Stumbling around the Ashfall waste like an idiot for a few months I finally reached full adulthood. but at the time it didn't really matter. I felt...[i]Drunk[/i], as if nothing made sense any more, as if the world was just a hazy void, I assumed it was depression at first, but then I thought it May be that Mythic "the Search"the elders spoke of, where our kind would seek a "charge" whatever that was" "it would only be after I Met Kaya would I realise it was because my wound, tho minor, was infected." [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/69479/6947834_350.png[/img][/center] "Her Birthclan was very different to mine, they were nomads, Nomads with strict only Four eggs per clutch rules, as the fifth to hatch she was cast out when she reached adulthood, I thought it Ironic, the Exile and the wandering Outcast. she Had found me passed out under a tree and had treated my wound as best she could. there was Survival in numbers, so we decided to stay together" "as we wandered, we became very close, it was almost as if we had known each other forever, we came across the Emberglow Hearth, a safe haven for the lost and young. we settled into one of the Caves in the area...and the Day we became mates was the Day the BlueFlame Clan was born" [s]-----[/s] [i]"I would carry on my Fathers Flame, leading as he and my mother did before me; Inviting the lost, abandoned and homeless into the folds of Our clan. and I hope one day that my children will carry on our clan's Flame as well"[/i]

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Its been a little while since my last story and truth be told: I was a tab bit burnt out, But No more! My fires of Lore have been rekindled! now heads up, Three of these dragons do not technically Exist because I used the Scry workshop to make em (as to why they have no apparel). Disclaner: any dragons represented that are not in my lair are purely fictional and any resemblance to any dragon exalted or not is merely coincidental.
and with that out the way on with the story!

The Fall Of The Ashen-Pyre Clan and Founding Of the BlueFlame

"I am Karos, Leader of The BlueFlame Clan. Most would assume at first glance that our clan is quite old considering how many dragons are in it, and they are always quite shocked to find our clan is in truth. very young. and such a revelation always brings forth the same Question:"

'how did your clan come to be?'

"and I suppose such a question burns within you as well? Very well, I will tell you, But first you Must know of my Birthclan, the Ashen-Pyre..."

"the Ashen-Pyre clan began and ended with one dragon:"

dragonpic2.php?body=27&wing=22&style=2&gender=0&ages=1&prig=0&secg=2&tert=41&elem=11&tertgene=5&spec=prev.png

"A Guardian, Kahrrod. My father. He was Powerful and Wise, Many would speak of him with such praise and admiration. He was a Paragon of the Fire Dragons, what we all should strive to be. he bore the rarest gift any fire dragon would wish for: Fire Breath of blue, hotter than even the lava that surrounded our home. he was Beloved by many but there was one who loved him even more;"

dragonpic2.php?body=19&wing=24&style=2&gender=1&ages=1&prig=0&secg=6&tert=48&elem=11&tertgene=5&spec=prev.png

"Siraijah, She who was his mate. My mother. Her cunning and grace was unmatched, she had a wit as quick as her smile, and it was her of all the females that my father chose as his mate"

"together the two of them Led the Ashen-Pyre for many many years. for the most part it was a peaceful Clan, they never conquered any fellow Fire Clans. they would beat their foes into submission but they would never land a killing blow. and such a reputation bore as many allies as enemies, even within the clan itself"

"and it was a late Summer Night when the Clan would know Peace no more..."

"My father was slain in combat, along with Many of the Ashen-Pyres Fighters. It was supposed to be a simple Cull skirmish against a centaur clan that had grown too large within our borders, but they had underestimated how large, as an act of revenge and Mourning for their lost leader and comrades: any who could fight had gathered and attacked the Centaur clan..."

"The Centaurs were decimated. never again would they set one hoof within the Ashen-Pyre Lands. Without its head the clan was thrown into Chaos, many arguments and Fights broke out over who would be the new leader, as I was not yet an adult at the time; I was too young to take my father place as leader, My mother did her best to keep the peace but it only delayed the inevitable"

"it was Yraxxas that Hammered the final nail in the Ashen-Pyre's Coffin"

dragonpic2.php?body=10&wing=48&style=2&gender=0&ages=1&prig=1&secg=11&tert=46&elem=11&tertgene=10&spec=prev.png

"The arguments had then formed into semi-organised debates, our clan breaking off into smaller groups, the largest were those who followed My mother, who said they should wait until I was ready to lead our clan, and those who followed Yraxxas, who voted he take the lead as he was General of our clans fighters, when the debates failed the Clan shattered completely and began to fight amongst themselves. My mother spirited me away one night, taking me to the secret paths, somehow the decider for who was clan lead became whoever took my head, I was injured, but It was a wound that would heal"

"I still remember the look of utter despair on her face and the last words she said to me:"

"Our Clan is Lost My son. Run, Run and Never look back...I Love You...So Much..."

"...that was the Last I ever saw of my Mother..."

"after Stumbling around the Ashfall waste like an idiot for a few months I finally reached full adulthood. but at the time it didn't really matter. I felt...Drunk, as if nothing made sense any more, as if the world was just a hazy void, I assumed it was depression at first, but then I thought it May be that Mythic "the Search"the elders spoke of, where our kind would seek a "charge" whatever that was"

"it would only be after I Met Kaya would I realise it was because my wound, tho minor, was infected."

"Her Birthclan was very different to mine, they were nomads, Nomads with strict only Four eggs per clutch rules, as the fifth to hatch she was cast out when she reached adulthood, I thought it Ironic, the Exile and the wandering Outcast. she Had found me passed out under a tree and had treated my wound as best she could. there was Survival in numbers, so we decided to stay together"

"as we wandered, we became very close, it was almost as if we had known each other forever, we came across the Emberglow Hearth, a safe haven for the lost and young. we settled into one of the Caves in the area...and the Day we became mates was the Day the BlueFlame Clan was born"

"I would carry on my Fathers Flame, leading as he and my mother did before me; Inviting the lost, abandoned and homeless into the folds of Our clan. and I hope one day that my children will carry on our clan's Flame as well"

Last edited on Mar 17, 2017 11:00:50 by BlueFireDrakka