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On the border of The Scarred Wasteland and The Tangled Wood, you discover a clan. Could it be Crow Callers? No, too small - there are very few dragons here.

You decide to get their attention. Each one stares. One of them is a large male Tundra, with oddly sharp teeth for a herbivorous breed, wearing torn black cloth and bird skulls. Another one is a small male Spiral, with strange eyes that you just can't stop looking into. The third one is a female Mirror, wearing what appears to be a skull, several ravaged scraps of cloth, and bandages soaked through with blood. The fourth is a male Gaoler, with massive, gnarled horns. The fifth one is an old female Snapper, her face barely noticeable beyond pure white eyes. The sixth is a female Gaoler who looks quite similar to her brother, also with large gnarled horns. The seventh is a Tundra, his face obscured with a mask and hood.
Each one looks rather dangerous, as they've taken on both the rugged survivor look of Plague and the sneaky, sly look of Shadow.

The Tundra sighs, looking back at his clan mates, who were still staring at the visitor.

"Well.." he says, after a few seconds. "Since you're not going away, I guess all we can do now is introduce ourselves. I'm Mirfak. This is my new clan, Deer's Death. I ran away after being exiled from another clan not too far from here."

The Spiral, for a moment, doesn't speak. However, he is urged by the adult dragons to begin speaking. "I.. uh.." he started saying. "My name's Penumbra. I was found one day, and.. I have vivid memories of centuries ago.."

"I'm Anesthesia, though some have referred to me as Ana before. I've been wandering around the Scarred Wasteland and Tangled Wood my whole life." the Mirror says.

"I am Chloroform, the first dragon born into this clan." the Gaoler responds. His voice is considerably rough.

"My name is Akisaja. I was a travelling surgeon of the Shadow/Plague territory, and I recently found my former student in this clan." the Snapper mentions. Her voice is also very raspy.

"My name is Ether - I'm Chloroform's younger sister." the Gaoler says, her voice fairly rough.

"I'm Gilroy, the assassin of the clan." the Tundra says, his voice quiet but firm.

Your dragon(s) stare back at them, and plan their responses.

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Last edited on Dec 14, 2019 12:38:28 by KingVulture

Bump, I guess. Nobody's responded yet and I'd like to see some replies..

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June 01, 2019 12:39:03

Bump, I guess. Nobody's responded yet and I'd like to see some replies..

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Regarding forum games, please only select dragons who have familiars - those are the permanent residents of my lair. Feel free to look through the hibernal den, too

Redid this, I'm ready for responses now.

KingVulture

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June 09, 2019 10:25:59

Redid this, I'm ready for responses now.

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Regarding forum games, please only select dragons who have familiars - those are the permanent residents of my lair. Feel free to look through the hibernal den, too

[center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30037772] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/300378/30037772_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Argo was having a [i]bad [/i]day. By the Plaguemother he hated how good at scouting he was, his brothers have advised him when they were young, but he was too much of a show-off to hear them, now [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30037771]Sandy [/url]had an interesting job scavenging treasures and other cool stuff and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30037770]Mudai [/url]was a frigging strategist while he was tied to a job he hated. Argo breathed deeply and started his descend, he was near the border of the shadow territory and he didn't like it, too cold, too dark, too little mutated creatures for him to trust and an uncanny resemblance with the shade in some cases, he shuddered. He was almost leaving when he saw them, four... no, five dragons, was that a child? And there was also one of the... new (ancient?) race, he frowned, it was a strange pack, but they didn't seem hostile (oh and he could tell, he could always tell). He sent a wave of magic trough his pearl to make his brothers aware of his location and also a way to communicate he was making contact with someone, their pearls were connected and despite the distance if something happened to him he was sure he would be found - or avenged, worst case scenario. When he landed he looked at the dragons on the pack, the child was... strange (uncanny), but he said nothing. "Well..." The tundra started. "Since you're not going away, I guess all we can do now is introduce ourselves..." Argo lifted an eyebrow but remained silent until the introductions were over. "I'm Argo, I'm from the Plagued Souls' clan - but I don't think we're famous enough to be heard so far from the Rotrock." Argo didn't mention 'unless you're a pack of mirrors' - their leader hated those with a passion. "Nice to meet you all." He tipped his hat, but kept his distance, he was wary of Galoers (unless they were from [i]his [/i]clan), but more than an ancient race that emerged from the dephs (quite literally) was the child that was making him feel slightly uncomfortable. "I'm quite lost, you see..." He lied through his teeth, Argo was [i]never [/i]lost, but he was a scout and as such he always gathered information, a new somewhat friendly clan on the borders of the wastes wasn't exactly a worry, but knowlege was never too much, neither was caution, so if he could chat with them a bit and get a little information here and there, well, that was his job, no matter how much he hated it sometimes. "You mentioned you guys are new?" He said looking at Mirfak and taking his mask off, his expression open and friendly, if they were nice he could give back the same courtesy after all. -------------------------- [center][size=2] (Is that how it works? I'm not new, but never answered a thread like that haha)[/center]

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Argo was having a bad day.

By the Plaguemother he hated how good at scouting he was, his brothers have advised him when they were young, but he was too much of a show-off to hear them, now Sandy had an interesting job scavenging treasures and other cool stuff and Mudai was a frigging strategist while he was tied to a job he hated.

Argo breathed deeply and started his descend, he was near the border of the shadow territory and he didn't like it, too cold, too dark, too little mutated creatures for him to trust and an uncanny resemblance with the shade in some cases, he shuddered.

He was almost leaving when he saw them, four... no, five dragons, was that a child? And there was also one of the... new (ancient?) race, he frowned, it was a strange pack, but they didn't seem hostile (oh and he could tell, he could always tell).

He sent a wave of magic trough his pearl to make his brothers aware of his location and also a way to communicate he was making contact with someone, their pearls were connected and despite the distance if something happened to him he was sure he would be found - or avenged, worst case scenario.

When he landed he looked at the dragons on the pack, the child was... strange (uncanny), but he said nothing.

"Well..." The tundra started. "Since you're not going away, I guess all we can do now is introduce ourselves..."

Argo lifted an eyebrow but remained silent until the introductions were over.

"I'm Argo, I'm from the Plagued Souls' clan - but I don't think we're famous enough to be heard so far from the Rotrock." Argo didn't mention 'unless you're a pack of mirrors' - their leader hated those with a passion. "Nice to meet you all." He tipped his hat, but kept his distance, he was wary of Galoers (unless they were from his clan), but more than an ancient race that emerged from the dephs (quite literally) was the child that was making him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"I'm quite lost, you see..." He lied through his teeth, Argo was never lost, but he was a scout and as such he always gathered information, a new somewhat friendly clan on the borders of the wastes wasn't exactly a worry, but knowlege was never too much, neither was caution, so if he could chat with them a bit and get a little information here and there, well, that was his job, no matter how much he hated it sometimes.

"You mentioned you guys are new?" He said looking at Mirfak and taking his mask off, his expression open and friendly, if they were nice he could give back the same courtesy after all.

(Is that how it works? I'm not new, but never answered a thread like that haha)

Last edited on Jun 10, 2019 09:35:02 by PlaguedSouls

@PlaguedSouls (no need to ping me, by the way - I'm already subscribed to this thread) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48700254] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/487003/48700254_350.png[/img] [/url] Mirfak surveyed the Pearlcatcher, seeming almost relieved when he noticed his red eyes. It was almost as if he feared something different. "You're not from that.. other clan on the border of Plague and Shadow territory, are you?" he asked, seeming wary. "That's the clan I was exiled from after the attempted murder of my parents. Since then, they've been sending this Wildclaw to spy on me. I chased him out each time, and threatened death upon him if I caught him near us. But I was never sure they'd send a Pearlcatcher." Mirfak decided to be a little more friendly to this Pearlcatcher, considering he was a fellow member of Plague. "I see you're worried. Maybe it's about Penumbra, or my son Chloroform. The former of which.. surprisingly, can't hurt anyone. He's probably just mad at me again.. my son, on the other hand, can probably hurt you. I wouldn't get too close, if I were you.. I'd like him to stay fresh in case that Wildclaw comes back." he mentioned.

KingVulture

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June 09, 2019 14:58:55

@PlaguedSouls (no need to ping me, by the way - I'm already subscribed to this thread)

Mirfak surveyed the Pearlcatcher, seeming almost relieved when he noticed his red eyes. It was almost as if he feared something different.
"You're not from that.. other clan on the border of Plague and Shadow territory, are you?" he asked, seeming wary. "That's the clan I was exiled from after the attempted murder of my parents. Since then, they've been sending this Wildclaw to spy on me. I chased him out each time, and threatened death upon him if I caught him near us. But I was never sure they'd send a Pearlcatcher."
Mirfak decided to be a little more friendly to this Pearlcatcher, considering he was a fellow member of Plague. "I see you're worried. Maybe it's about Penumbra, or my son Chloroform. The former of which.. surprisingly, can't hurt anyone. He's probably just mad at me again.. my son, on the other hand, can probably hurt you. I wouldn't get too close, if I were you.. I'd like him to stay fresh in case that Wildclaw comes back." he mentioned.

Tobias | He/Him | Fiesta de Muertos and The Flying Trapeze (100 hatchling challenges)

Regarding forum games, please only select dragons who have familiars - those are the permanent residents of my lair. Feel free to look through the hibernal den, too

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50379481] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/503795/50379481_350.png[/img] [/url] It had been a good day, Errebos decided. The small clan he'd been hired to destroy had been taken completely by surprise and had gone down quickly. None were spared of course, every last dragon, whelp, and egg put to the claw or sword, just as the contract dictated. The large obsidian Imperial had no idea why anyone would want an entire clan put to the sword, nor did he particularly care. The large amounts of treasure and gems being sent to his den was what was important. That and getting home to a big meal and a nice hot soak in his hot spring. It might have been a slight movement or a whisper of sound, but suddenly Errebos knew he wasn't alone in the cursed woods that bordered the lands of the shadow and plague. The large scarred dragon crouched low to the ground and with a sinuous grace that belied his size, he crept closer to the source of the disturbance. To Errebos' surprise, he saw five dragons of different species just standing in a clearing. This wasn't the sort of place dragons went to go for clan picnics and family fun. No, any dragon here had to be more dangerous then the terrors that lurked in these woods, which meant they were dangerous indeed. After some consideration, he decided to show himself. At best, this could provide him with some valuable insight or a lucrative job. At worst, well, a danger known was better than one unknown and Errebos hadn't lived as long as he had by being careless. "Hello! Hello!", he called out in a friendly manner as he pushed his way through the dead foliage. "I didn't expect to see anyone out here so late in the day!" Errbos listened and [i]watched[/i] as the black Tundra gave introductions, taking in the skulls, bloodied bandages, and everything else he could. Knowledge was power. "My name is Errebos", the Imperial said while idly wondering if the clan he had disposed of was in fact Mirfak's. "I was flying back from Dragonhome after visiting a dear friend and had to land for a rest. Do you know of a safe place to grab a bite to eat?"

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July 10, 2019 06:57:13

It had been a good day, Errebos decided. The small clan he'd been hired to destroy had been taken completely by surprise and had gone down quickly. None were spared of course, every last dragon, whelp, and egg put to the claw or sword, just as the contract dictated. The large obsidian Imperial had no idea why anyone would want an entire clan put to the sword, nor did he particularly care. The large amounts of treasure and gems being sent to his den was what was important. That and getting home to a big meal and a nice hot soak in his hot spring.

It might have been a slight movement or a whisper of sound, but suddenly Errebos knew he wasn't alone in the cursed woods that bordered the lands of the shadow and plague. The large scarred dragon crouched low to the ground and with a sinuous grace that belied his size, he crept closer to the source of the disturbance.

To Errebos' surprise, he saw five dragons of different species just standing in a clearing. This wasn't the sort of place dragons went to go for clan picnics and family fun. No, any dragon here had to be more dangerous then the terrors that lurked in these woods, which meant they were dangerous indeed. After some consideration, he decided to show himself. At best, this could provide him with some valuable insight or a lucrative job. At worst, well, a danger known was better than one unknown and Errebos hadn't lived as long as he had by being careless.

"Hello! Hello!", he called out in a friendly manner as he pushed his way through the dead foliage. "I didn't expect to see anyone out here so late in the day!"

Errbos listened and watched as the black Tundra gave introductions, taking in the skulls, bloodied bandages, and everything else he could. Knowledge was power.

"My name is Errebos", the Imperial said while idly wondering if the clan he had disposed of was in fact Mirfak's. "I was flying back from Dragonhome after visiting a dear friend and had to land for a rest. Do you know of a safe place to grab a bite to eat?"

"You don't need a reason to help someone "
~Zidane Tribal

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48700254] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/487003/48700254_350.png[/img] [/url] Mirfak surveyed the Imperial in front of him, a sense of familiarity rising over him. "You remind me of someone.." he said, thinking for a moment, "..There was another Imperial I knew once. He was an assassin, and I hired him to kill my parents so I could take over my clan. He spared them when he actually learned that they were my parents, and then I was exiled.. But I can't remember his name." He turned around, looking back. "As for an answer to your question," he said, gesturing, "I believe there's a restaurant that way."

KingVulture

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July 10, 2019 09:34:08

Mirfak surveyed the Imperial in front of him, a sense of familiarity rising over him. "You remind me of someone.." he said, thinking for a moment, "..There was another Imperial I knew once. He was an assassin, and I hired him to kill my parents so I could take over my clan. He spared them when he actually learned that they were my parents, and then I was exiled.. But I can't remember his name."
He turned around, looking back. "As for an answer to your question," he said, gesturing, "I believe there's a restaurant that way."

Tobias | He/Him | Fiesta de Muertos and The Flying Trapeze (100 hatchling challenges)

Regarding forum games, please only select dragons who have familiars - those are the permanent residents of my lair. Feel free to look through the hibernal den, too

[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52014024] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/520141/52014024_350.png[/img] [/url] "Heh, piece of cake! Snagged some nice stuff from that monster, too." Axl said confidently, having just finished taking care of a large enemy. Despite its size, the young Wildclaw took it down without trouble as if it were nothing. With his prey now dead, Axl collected some loot the monster dropped and put it in a small satchel he had with him, and went deeper into Shadow territory, looking for more foes to kill and take treasure from. As he went on his way, however, the young Wildclaw noticed something moving from behind the dead-looking trees. Axl assumed it was another monster. [i]Sweet, looks like there's another one,[/i] Axl thought, now sneaking up on his unsuspecting prey. When the moment was just right, the Wildclaw jumped from behind the bushes and into the air, preparing to pounce on his prey. But just as he was starting to land back towards the ground and was in position to attack, Axl's eyes widened to see that the 'monster' was actually a Spiral, with black scales, white skeletal markings across their body, and purple, swirly eyes that almost looked hypnotic. The Spiral exclaimed in surprise and fear, and moved out of the way just before Axl landed back onto the dirt ground, creating a cloud of dust. As the young Wildclaw quickly got up, the dust cleared away, and he turned around to see the Spiral he almost pounced on moments ago, staring at him with a fearful expression. "Sorry about scaring you, I thought you were a monster." Axl apologized, trying to calm down the scared Spiral. "My name's Axl, and-" But before he could say anything more, Axl heard pawsteps that sounded like they were coming towards him. He put himself into a position, preparing to attack what or whoever was coming, but a few moments later, to the Wildclaw's surprise, multiple dragons came into the clearing, seemingly havng heard the Spiral's scream of terror. In the group was a Tundra, a Mirror, a Snapper, and a large, burly Gaoler, all with dark color schemes. Initially, Axl thought that their scale colors meant that they were part of the Shadow flight, but upon looking at some of their eye colors, he realized that wasn't true. "Who are you guys?" Axl asked curiously. The Tundra was the first to respond: "Well... Since you're not going away, I guess all we can do now is introduce ourselves. I'm Mirfak. This is my new clan, Deer's Death. I ran away after being exiled from another clan not too far from here." The Mirror was the second to speak. "I'm Anesthesia, though some have referred to me as Ana before. I've been wandering around the Scarred Wasteland and Tangled Wood my whole life." The Gaoler soon follows, in a rough voice: "I am Chloroform, the first dragon born into this clan." "My name is Akisaja. I was a travelling surgeon of the Shadow/Plague territory, and I recently found my former student in this clan." The Snapper said in a raspy voice. The Spiral was the last to speak, though he was still visibly frightened. "I.. uh... My name's Penumbra. I was found one day, and.. I have vivid memories of centuries ago.." His voice was nervous.

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"Heh, piece of cake! Snagged some nice stuff from that monster, too." Axl said confidently, having just finished taking care of a large enemy. Despite its size, the young Wildclaw took it down without trouble as if it were nothing. With his prey now dead, Axl collected some loot the monster dropped and put it in a small satchel he had with him, and went deeper into Shadow territory, looking for more foes to kill and take treasure from.

As he went on his way, however, the young Wildclaw noticed something moving from behind the dead-looking trees. Axl assumed it was another monster. Sweet, looks like there's another one, Axl thought, now sneaking up on his unsuspecting prey. When the moment was just right, the Wildclaw jumped from behind the bushes and into the air, preparing to pounce on his prey. But just as he was starting to land back towards the ground and was in position to attack, Axl's eyes widened to see that the 'monster' was actually a Spiral, with black scales, white skeletal markings across their body, and purple, swirly eyes that almost looked hypnotic. The Spiral exclaimed in surprise and fear, and moved out of the way just before Axl landed back onto the dirt ground, creating a cloud of dust.

As the young Wildclaw quickly got up, the dust cleared away, and he turned around to see the Spiral he almost pounced on moments ago, staring at him with a fearful expression. "Sorry about scaring you, I thought you were a monster." Axl apologized, trying to calm down the scared Spiral. "My name's Axl, and-" But before he could say anything more, Axl heard pawsteps that sounded like they were coming towards him. He put himself into a position, preparing to attack what or whoever was coming, but a few moments later, to the Wildclaw's surprise, multiple dragons came into the clearing, seemingly havng heard the Spiral's scream of terror. In the group was a Tundra, a Mirror, a Snapper, and a large, burly Gaoler, all with dark color schemes. Initially, Axl thought that their scale colors meant that they were part of the Shadow flight, but upon looking at some of their eye colors, he realized that wasn't true.

"Who are you guys?" Axl asked curiously. The Tundra was the first to respond:

"Well... Since you're not going away, I guess all we can do now is introduce ourselves. I'm Mirfak. This is my new clan, Deer's Death. I ran away after being exiled from another clan not too far from here."

The Mirror was the second to speak. "I'm Anesthesia, though some have referred to me as Ana before. I've been wandering around the Scarred Wasteland and Tangled Wood my whole life."

The Gaoler soon follows, in a rough voice: "I am Chloroform, the first dragon born into this clan."

"My name is Akisaja. I was a travelling surgeon of the Shadow/Plague territory, and I recently found my former student in this clan." The Snapper said in a raspy voice.

The Spiral was the last to speak, though he was still visibly frightened. "I.. uh... My name's Penumbra. I was found one day, and.. I have vivid memories of centuries ago.." His voice was nervous.

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@DraconicMusic [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48700254] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/487003/48700254_350.png[/img] [/url] "Nobody really comes around here anymore," the Tundra said, "you might as well stay a while. Unless.."

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