oo the ancient one of my clan is definitely Obsidium. She lives in the darker recesses of the lair, camouflaging herself in the shadows, so appearing translucent at times. Her scales flicker with her breathing in a blue bioluminescence. Unfamiliar dragons aren't even sure if she's real, or just a figment of their imagination. The walls echo when she speaks, adding to her metaphysical presence :D Young dragons who explore too far in the tunnels will be in for a surprise!
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Really she is just a massive, old imperial who likes to stay cooped up in her nest, eating crystals and reading. She's not a village elder/shaman/old wise one or anything fancy.
oo the ancient one of my clan is definitely Obsidium. She lives in the darker recesses of the lair, camouflaging herself in the shadows, so appearing translucent at times. Her scales flicker with her breathing in a blue bioluminescence. Unfamiliar dragons aren't even sure if she's real, or just a figment of their imagination. The walls echo when she speaks, adding to her metaphysical presence :D Young dragons who explore too far in the tunnels will be in for a surprise!
Really she is just a massive, old imperial who likes to stay cooped up in her nest, eating crystals and reading. She's not a village elder/shaman/old wise one or anything fancy.
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Since Ambrosia and Ichor left, Arctonyx is one of the oldest dragons in Terrepaix, but he remains ageless. No one knows if this is due to his innate Arcane magick or due to his time spent keeping himself fit in the coliseum. Regardless, many newcomers to Terrepaix are surprised to discover the Ridgeback’s age.
Since Ambrosia and Ichor left, Arctonyx is one of the oldest dragons in Terrepaix, but he remains ageless. No one knows if this is due to his innate Arcane magick or due to his time spent keeping himself fit in the coliseum. Regardless, many newcomers to Terrepaix are surprised to discover the Ridgeback’s age.
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Bonanza is my Ancient One, he is very much an ageless cowboy esq dragon who will blow in on a dust storm. He is nomadic, traveling from one place to the next.
Bonanza is my Ancient One, he is very much an ageless cowboy esq dragon who will blow in on a dust storm. He is nomadic, traveling from one place to the next.
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Constantine is technically the oldest dragon in my lair lore-wise, though calling him 'The Ancient One' doesn't quite fit him, as he acts more like a kindly grandfather to all in the clan. He's usually out and about, observing what the younger dragons are doing, and sometimes even joining in. He is an experienced artist himself, and enjoys playing with the hatchlings who love to doodle and helping out budding artists.
Constantine is technically the oldest dragon in my lair lore-wise, though calling him 'The Ancient One' doesn't quite fit him, as he acts more like a kindly grandfather to all in the clan. He's usually out and about, observing what the younger dragons are doing, and sometimes even joining in. He is an experienced artist himself, and enjoys playing with the hatchlings who love to doodle and helping out budding artists.
Oh pick me I know this one
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Charlemagne was my random progen. When his friend and mate, Spanx, decided to found a clan herself, Charlemagne took Spanx's clan as his charge. However, as time passed, things changed. She started doing things without him, things he didn't agree with; still, her clan was his charge, and he had to go along.
As Spanx's leadership got worse, Charlemagne felt worse about supporting her. He didn't want to publicly support her, but as long as she considered herself the leader, he had to protect his charge. Rather than face the rebelling clan's wrath, he retreated into the woods.
Today, he interacts with the clan only from afar. He awaits the day when Spanx names a new leader so he can return to the proud guardian of the clan he once was. Until then, he's something of a friendly ghost story. Stray too far from camp, and Charlemagne will lead you home.
Oh pick me I know this one
Charlemagne was my random progen. When his friend and mate, Spanx, decided to found a clan herself, Charlemagne took Spanx's clan as his charge. However, as time passed, things changed. She started doing things without him, things he didn't agree with; still, her clan was his charge, and he had to go along.
As Spanx's leadership got worse, Charlemagne felt worse about supporting her. He didn't want to publicly support her, but as long as she considered herself the leader, he had to protect his charge. Rather than face the rebelling clan's wrath, he retreated into the woods.
Today, he interacts with the clan only from afar. He awaits the day when Spanx names a new leader so he can return to the proud guardian of the clan he once was. Until then, he's something of a friendly ghost story. Stray too far from camp, and Charlemagne will lead you home.
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[color=skyblue][b]Gossamer[/b][/color] is an ancient spirit resurrected. One of the first dragons to be born outside of their creator's domain, he frequently experienced shaming, intolerance, and confusion from the Windsinger's children. The Gladekeeper had had good intentions. Her 14 wayward children did not.
Instead of taking out their grievances upon each other -- sparring like other Wildclaws in a hierarchical society -- their misguided rage fell upon the Spirals and Skydancers. True pacifists, the Wind dragons were not well-equipped for any sort of combat. The Skydancer population suffered as they were easy to catch. The faster Spirals had better odds. On a horribly stormy night, the Windsinger emerged from his floating shrine and smited each of them. He could not bring himself to send them to any genuine horrors, so he sentenced them to purgatory until they could truly repent.
Stubborn, he wandered for centuries... until convoluted magicks brought him back to life.
Thanks, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=262927&tab=dragon&did=30276299][color=orchid][b]Rabenda[/b][/color][/url]!
He now leads the Clan of the Rising Butterflies with his mate, the medium [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=262927&tab=dragon&did=27062561][color=darkviolet][b]Rha[/b][/color][/url].
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Gossamer is an ancient spirit resurrected. One of the first dragons to be born outside of their creator's domain, he frequently experienced shaming, intolerance, and confusion from the Windsinger's children. The Gladekeeper had had good intentions. Her 14 wayward children did not.
Instead of taking out their grievances upon each other -- sparring like other Wildclaws in a hierarchical society -- their misguided rage fell upon the Spirals and Skydancers. True pacifists, the Wind dragons were not well-equipped for any sort of combat. The Skydancer population suffered as they were easy to catch. The faster Spirals had better odds. On a horribly stormy night, the Windsinger emerged from his floating shrine and smited each of them. He could not bring himself to send them to any genuine horrors, so he sentenced them to purgatory until they could truly repent.
Stubborn, he wandered for centuries... until convoluted magicks brought him back to life.
Thanks,
Rabenda!
He now leads the Clan of the Rising Butterflies with his mate, the medium
Rha.
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It's arguable how old Angar is, since none of his parts are his own, his eyes are mismatched too, one day they could be arcane and water, the next month the arcane eye could be nature. None really had the chance to get to know him since most are too afraid to approach, intimidated by his odd aura and his jarring appearance.
It's arguable how old Angar is, since none of his parts are his own, his eyes are mismatched too, one day they could be arcane and water, the next month the arcane eye could be nature. None really had the chance to get to know him since most are too afraid to approach, intimidated by his odd aura and his jarring appearance.
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My Ancient One, Hailstorm. He's very gentle.
My Ancient One, Hailstorm. He's very gentle.
Octos are much better. -Sincerely, a Splat 1 vet that likes Octolings more.
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Lorewise, Selkhenar is absolutely the most ancient dragon in my lair. He was born when dragons were still new, when the gods still looked upon their creations with more than passing glances. He served under the Gladekeeper, but his valiant deeds and skills in battle earned him the blessing of the Lightweaver, gilding parts of his scales gold. Unfortunately, he was almost slain in a battle with an Emperor, and the Gladekeeper hid him underground and wreathed him in spells to let him heal.
There, he was forgotten.
He awoke who knows how long later, either healed, golden, or skeletal in patches. The healing magic worked on him for too long, growing him to a massive size of over six hundred feet. He burst from the earth and demanded that the Gladekeeper answer his summons, but she did not respond, and he fled, eventually finding refuge with a Lightning clan who promised to help feed his enormous stomach if he promised to protect them as he used to. Now he tells tales of the ancient times to those who ask, and is willing to talk to anyone who will take time out of their day for him.
Lorewise, Selkhenar is absolutely the most ancient dragon in my lair. He was born when dragons were still new, when the gods still looked upon their creations with more than passing glances. He served under the Gladekeeper, but his valiant deeds and skills in battle earned him the blessing of the Lightweaver, gilding parts of his scales gold. Unfortunately, he was almost slain in a battle with an Emperor, and the Gladekeeper hid him underground and wreathed him in spells to let him heal.
There, he was forgotten.
He awoke who knows how long later, either healed, golden, or skeletal in patches. The healing magic worked on him for too long, growing him to a massive size of over six hundred feet. He burst from the earth and demanded that the Gladekeeper answer his summons, but she did not respond, and he fled, eventually finding refuge with a Lightning clan who promised to help feed his enormous stomach if he promised to protect them as he used to. Now he tells tales of the ancient times to those who ask, and is willing to talk to anyone who will take time out of their day for him.
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Xyrkain is the founder of my clan, though in his age he has long since retired. He bides his time now living in the deepest parts of the lair, where the rocks shimmer with molten cores and most other dragons find themselves uncomfortable with the heat. Xyrkain spends his days as a blacksmith, though from time to time he'll crawl out of his hole to spend time with the youngest of the clan and educate them on their history.
He's my progen and he's over 4 years old. What an old fart.
Xyrkain is the founder of my clan, though in his age he has long since retired. He bides his time now living in the deepest parts of the lair, where the rocks shimmer with molten cores and most other dragons find themselves uncomfortable with the heat. Xyrkain spends his days as a blacksmith, though from time to time he'll crawl out of his hole to spend time with the youngest of the clan and educate them on their history.
He's my progen and he's over 4 years old. What an old fart.
