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[size=2]Wow this is so late. *gives self the stink-eye*[/size] [url=http://ammoth.tumblr.com/post/110092763801][IMG]http://imgur.com/NLwNQMp.png[/IMG][/url] [b]The Lundlaevungar:[/b] [columns][center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19649173][IMG]http://imgur.com/1HiizCv.png[/IMG][/url] [b]Skadi[/b] The Huntress[/center] [nextcol][center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=382756][IMG]http://imgur.com/VWUGlcc.png[/IMG][/url] [b]Mimir[/b] The Pirate[/center] [nextcol][center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14667713][IMG]http://imgur.com/bp7cKuT.png[/IMG][/url] [b]Bucky[/b] The Winter Soldier[/center][/columns] [size=5][i][color=skyblue]Scenes from Day 5[/color][/i][/size] [url=http://ammoth.tumblr.com/post/110092763801][IMG]http://imgur.com/NLwNQMp.png[/IMG][/url] [br][indent][i]After a night of interrupted rest …[/i][/indent] The trio had spent the night catching fitful spurts of rest between tense watches, waiting for the hours to crawl by and grant them all enough energy to continue with their journey. When Skadi finally deemed that enough time had passed and nudged her companions awake, the darkness was as oppressive as ever beyond the circle of light cast by their lamps, the tunnels seemed colder than ever. Even Bucky – well used to long periods of discomfort – got a wistful look in his eye when Mimir started to effuse longingly of his warm nest by the fire back home. Still, they had a task to perform, and so they set off: following Mimir’s map onwards. Soon enough, they entered a series of crystalline caverns with sparkling gemstones covering the walls, each one more beautiful and more richly adorned than the next. “At last, some worthwhile treasure!” Mimir crowed, and set about levering some prizes off the walls. [br] [center][item=pink chalcedony][item=amethyst geode][item=rhodochrosite][/center] Skadi exchanged a long-suffering look with Bucky, and the two of them dragged Mimir away from the gems to consult his map again. As they pressed on, the corridors became ever narrower and more jagged, and the refraction and reflection of the lamplight was blinding against the facets of the gems. It was disorienting: the gemstone walls created a maze of mirrors and false caverns all around them, and it was only Mimir’s map and sense of direction that kept them going in the right direction at all. [url=http://ammoth.tumblr.com/post/110092763801][IMG]http://imgur.com/NLwNQMp.png[/IMG][/url] [br][indent][i]The Pit[/i][/indent] “There!” Mimir called, pointing towards something up ahead. Skadi squinted against the bright light glittering into her eyes from the gemstones, ignored the many mirrored images of the Fae with his arm outstretched, and saw what he had spotted. Up ahead there was a dark hole in the floor, undoubtedly the entrance to the large cavern that contained the mutated horror they had seen the day before. Her stomach churned at the thought of facing it again, but she would not turn back now. She would not show fear. She took a step forward, but Mimir grabbed on to a clump of fur at her shoulder, stopping her before she could move ahead of him. “Wait,” he said, and moved forward with both hands raised. His palms bumped against an almost invisible wall between them and the hole in the cavern floor – a thin sheet of crystal. He turned to look back at her and Bucky, the frills on one side of his head dipping while the opposite brow raised. “Well, that’s annoying.” “Move,” Bucky said bluntly, ushering Mimir behind him as he stepped up to the wall. He drew back his claws and pounded them into the crystalline wall – shattering it instantly with his strength. “Well done,” Skadi said softly, touching his shoulder as she stepped over what remained of the wall. Then she turned her attention to the hole itself as they crept up to the rim and peered over. The hole offered a perfect view of the cavern floor below, including the horrific mutant creature: a writhing mass of tentacles and eyes that was wriggling frantically and gobbling up dragon eyes and whatever else the smaller mutants could bring to feed into its maw. “It’s bigger than we thought,” Bucky said in a low, emotionless voice: a tone Skadi had not heard from him in a long time, not since his very earliest days in the Clan. Yet even as she worried at this change in Bucky, she realised that he was right: the monster below could easily reach them up here, if it so chose. “Step away from the edge,” she hissed, glancing down in case the creatures below had heard even that tiny amount of noise that they were making, but thankfully it kept its long tentacles to itself – and equally thankfully, her companions drew back from the hole as instructed. Skadi moved away too and then reached for her magic. It had been a long time since she needed to camouflage herself, let along anyone else, but she remembered the theory. She drew upon her reserves of Breath and then stretched out, using her Ice heritage to form a perfect dark-ice coating over her own fur and scales, and then over the hides of her two companions, careful to protect them from the cold burn of the ice with her magic. She then scooped up grasses and dirt from the cavern floor and scattered it over the three of them, ignoring Mimir’s whispered protests and Bucky’s stoic expression alike, until they looked like nothing more than dragon-shaped rocks crouching in the middle of the cavern. Mimir finally shut up as he looked at her, and actually took in what she had done. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, I see.” “Yes,” Skadi said. “Now, if we are quiet, we should be safe to watch the creature.” [url=http://ammoth.tumblr.com/post/110092763801][IMG]http://imgur.com/NLwNQMp.png[/IMG][/url] [br][indent][i]Surveillance[/i][/indent] Bucky was good at watching, and waiting: taking in his enemies’ action and inferring from them their strengths and weaknesses. He took all of his skills and brought them to bear on the task at hand: figuring out everything they could about this monster at the heart of the caves. One of the first things he spotted was that the smaller critters ferrying food in to the colossal mutant mostly bore a resemblance to normal wildlife – to a greater or lesser extent, since some had extra eyes or tentacles or additional limbs, and some were barely recognisable as what they had once been. The next was that the big creature was entirely dependant upon them. It couldn’t get out of the cavern any more: it could only reach into the surrounding tunnels with its tentacles, not actually escape into them. So, it relied upon the smaller mutants. It was also clear that its voracious appetite was driving them closer and closer to the surface – if not actually out onto the ice – to find food, since they were carrying in not only eggs but also a great many creatures that lived only on the surface, including some incapacitated Beastclan warriors, to Bucky’s disgust and horror. Finally, after hours of peering into the cavern below, Mimir stretched out a hand carefully and mouthed, “Look.” Bucky trained his eyes on the creature that Mimir was indicating. He saw it scuffling around some narrow slots in the floor. He had seen some of the others act like this before, using their tentacles almost like brushes. Then he saw that it was brushing something that looked like dust into a small pile, squabbling over it with its fellows as they did the same. When the pile of dust reached a certain size it wrapped its tentacles around the lot and started to lap at it until the whole lot was gone. “What is that?” Skadi breathed. “No idea,” Mimir said in an equally quiet voice. “Sustenance for them, perhaps?” It seemed to Bucky that if the creatures were consuming this mysterious dust that was issuing out of the floor, and this was what had become of them, it might not just give them energy – it might also be responsible for the mutations. He hastily glanced around, but thankfully the dust seemed to be caught and snaffled up by the mutants at ground level, leaving very little on the walls and in the air. He felt a rush of relief: they weren’t going to turn into tentacles monsters along with the other creatures in this cave. Or at least, it was unlikely. Eventually, Mimir grew bored of sitting in one spot. He nudged first Skadi and then Bucky, and jerked his head back towards the crystal caves. Reluctantly, Bucky unfolded himself from the edge of the pit and they crept away to find a secluded corner in the midst of the bright gemstones. As they set up camp for the night, Bucky noticed that the Fae was surreptitiously trying to pry more of the jagged crystals from the walls and ruining his gloves in the process. [url=http://ammoth.tumblr.com/post/110092763801][IMG]http://imgur.com/NLwNQMp.png[/IMG][/url] [center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/62#post_25239360]Day One[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/68#post_25263712]Day Two[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/85#post_25320593]Day Three[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/93#post_25415251]Day Four[/url] | Day Five | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/105#post_25691391]Day Six[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2089268/105#post_25885232]Day Seven[/url] [/center]
Wow this is so late. *gives self the stink-eye*

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The Lundlaevungar:
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Skadi
The Huntress
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Mimir
The Pirate
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Bucky
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Scenes from Day 5

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After a night of interrupted rest …

The trio had spent the night catching fitful spurts of rest between tense watches, waiting for the hours to crawl by and grant them all enough energy to continue with their journey. When Skadi finally deemed that enough time had passed and nudged her companions awake, the darkness was as oppressive as ever beyond the circle of light cast by their lamps, the tunnels seemed colder than ever. Even Bucky – well used to long periods of discomfort – got a wistful look in his eye when Mimir started to effuse longingly of his warm nest by the fire back home.

Still, they had a task to perform, and so they set off: following Mimir’s map onwards. Soon enough, they entered a series of crystalline caverns with sparkling gemstones covering the walls, each one more beautiful and more richly adorned than the next.

“At last, some worthwhile treasure!” Mimir crowed, and set about levering some prizes off the walls.


Skadi exchanged a long-suffering look with Bucky, and the two of them dragged Mimir away from the gems to consult his map again. As they pressed on, the corridors became ever narrower and more jagged, and the refraction and reflection of the lamplight was blinding against the facets of the gems. It was disorienting: the gemstone walls created a maze of mirrors and false caverns all around them, and it was only Mimir’s map and sense of direction that kept them going in the right direction at all.

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The Pit

“There!” Mimir called, pointing towards something up ahead. Skadi squinted against the bright light glittering into her eyes from the gemstones, ignored the many mirrored images of the Fae with his arm outstretched, and saw what he had spotted. Up ahead there was a dark hole in the floor, undoubtedly the entrance to the large cavern that contained the mutated horror they had seen the day before.

Her stomach churned at the thought of facing it again, but she would not turn back now. She would not show fear. She took a step forward, but Mimir grabbed on to a clump of fur at her shoulder, stopping her before she could move ahead of him.

“Wait,” he said, and moved forward with both hands raised. His palms bumped against an almost invisible wall between them and the hole in the cavern floor – a thin sheet of crystal. He turned to look back at her and Bucky, the frills on one side of his head dipping while the opposite brow raised. “Well, that’s annoying.”

“Move,” Bucky said bluntly, ushering Mimir behind him as he stepped up to the wall.

He drew back his claws and pounded them into the crystalline wall – shattering it instantly with his strength.

“Well done,” Skadi said softly, touching his shoulder as she stepped over what remained of the wall. Then she turned her attention to the hole itself as they crept up to the rim and peered over.

The hole offered a perfect view of the cavern floor below, including the horrific mutant creature: a writhing mass of tentacles and eyes that was wriggling frantically and gobbling up dragon eyes and whatever else the smaller mutants could bring to feed into its maw.

“It’s bigger than we thought,” Bucky said in a low, emotionless voice: a tone Skadi had not heard from him in a long time, not since his very earliest days in the Clan. Yet even as she worried at this change in Bucky, she realised that he was right: the monster below could easily reach them up here, if it so chose.

“Step away from the edge,” she hissed, glancing down in case the creatures below had heard even that tiny amount of noise that they were making, but thankfully it kept its long tentacles to itself – and equally thankfully, her companions drew back from the hole as instructed. Skadi moved away too and then reached for her magic. It had been a long time since she needed to camouflage herself, let along anyone else, but she remembered the theory.

She drew upon her reserves of Breath and then stretched out, using her Ice heritage to form a perfect dark-ice coating over her own fur and scales, and then over the hides of her two companions, careful to protect them from the cold burn of the ice with her magic. She then scooped up grasses and dirt from the cavern floor and scattered it over the three of them, ignoring Mimir’s whispered protests and Bucky’s stoic expression alike, until they looked like nothing more than dragon-shaped rocks crouching in the middle of the cavern.

Mimir finally shut up as he looked at her, and actually took in what she had done. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, I see.”

“Yes,” Skadi said. “Now, if we are quiet, we should be safe to watch the creature.”

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Surveillance

Bucky was good at watching, and waiting: taking in his enemies’ action and inferring from them their strengths and weaknesses. He took all of his skills and brought them to bear on the task at hand: figuring out everything they could about this monster at the heart of the caves.

One of the first things he spotted was that the smaller critters ferrying food in to the colossal mutant mostly bore a resemblance to normal wildlife – to a greater or lesser extent, since some had extra eyes or tentacles or additional limbs, and some were barely recognisable as what they had once been.

The next was that the big creature was entirely dependant upon them. It couldn’t get out of the cavern any more: it could only reach into the surrounding tunnels with its tentacles, not actually escape into them. So, it relied upon the smaller mutants. It was also clear that its voracious appetite was driving them closer and closer to the surface – if not actually out onto the ice – to find food, since they were carrying in not only eggs but also a great many creatures that lived only on the surface, including some incapacitated Beastclan warriors, to Bucky’s disgust and horror.

Finally, after hours of peering into the cavern below, Mimir stretched out a hand carefully and mouthed, “Look.”

Bucky trained his eyes on the creature that Mimir was indicating. He saw it scuffling around some narrow slots in the floor. He had seen some of the others act like this before, using their tentacles almost like brushes. Then he saw that it was brushing something that looked like dust into a small pile, squabbling over it with its fellows as they did the same. When the pile of dust reached a certain size it wrapped its tentacles around the lot and started to lap at it until the whole lot was gone.

“What is that?” Skadi breathed.

“No idea,” Mimir said in an equally quiet voice. “Sustenance for them, perhaps?”

It seemed to Bucky that if the creatures were consuming this mysterious dust that was issuing out of the floor, and this was what had become of them, it might not just give them energy – it might also be responsible for the mutations. He hastily glanced around, but thankfully the dust seemed to be caught and snaffled up by the mutants at ground level, leaving very little on the walls and in the air. He felt a rush of relief: they weren’t going to turn into tentacles monsters along with the other creatures in this cave. Or at least, it was unlikely.

Eventually, Mimir grew bored of sitting in one spot. He nudged first Skadi and then Bucky, and jerked his head back towards the crystal caves. Reluctantly, Bucky unfolded himself from the edge of the pit and they crept away to find a secluded corner in the midst of the bright gemstones. As they set up camp for the night, Bucky noticed that the Fae was surreptitiously trying to pry more of the jagged crystals from the walls and ruining his gloves in the process.

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[quote] We did not rest as long as we might have as we were filled with excitement and anticipation at our new discovery. We awoke, immediately hopping to our feet to explore this machine further. Having done our preliminary survey yesterday, we began to draw out the area in as much detail as possible. Each of us took clipboards and walked through every corner of the room, writing down everything we could so that we could take it to the surface with us and show everyone what we had found. We had come to the conclusion that this thing was some sort of power source, or generator, judging by all of the wires that led out from it. We were not sure exactly how it worked, but one part of the machine seemed to be producing the dust out of the ice in the surrounding areas and another part of the machine seemed to be converting it into electricity. Merlin spent hours poring over everything in the room, before finally turning to us and announcing that he believed he may know how to turn it around and operate it.[/quote] "You guys," cried Merlin excitedly as he poured over our data. "I think I understand how this thing works!" [quote] Merlin moved over to a control panel and began hitting buttons and levers. The machine started to hum louder and louder, and the lighting in the room flickered on. It was working! It was making electricity out of ice! The machine began to hum with power - and it soon began moving faster and faster and faster and faster! It was going too fast! The machine was shaking and rumbling, the ceiling and floors were starting to crumble, and it looked like it might explode at any second! We needed to shut it off and NOW.[/quote] "Oh no.." gasped Merlin. "We have to shut it off!" said Bilbo. "Now!" [quote] Evoney began to frantically hit buttons and levers, hoping that one of them would shut the thing down. Just when we were about to jump ship and run for our lives, the machine became silent, the lights turned off, and it was dark and quiet.[/quote] "I don't know what you hit," said Merlin. "But thank you." "You're welcome," she said somewhat breathlessly. "Lucky guess," she laughed in relief. They all did. [quote] Breathing a sigh of relief at the silence of the machine, we went back to taking notes such that we could reproduce the machine on the surface. While we did so, we began to collect some of the dust to test how it works - when we realized something peculiar. The bag in which we had collected the dust began to move and wiggle, coming to life! It floated up into the air and looked at us with its two big eyes and one big mouth. ... ... Okay, this was weird. But we can make use of this. We realized all at once why this powder was familiar to us! It seemed to be made of nearly the same stuff that all those strange mimics that came out every winter were covered in. Perhaps there were other generators much like this one, buried beneath the earth and abandoned by people past, that were responsible for all of those creatures. When we had finished gathering everything we possibly could on the dust, the generator, and its strange effects on inanimate objects, we began to make our way back to the surface. When we had gone as far as we could, we ate our meal, logged our activities, and slept. [/quote]
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We did not rest as long as we might have as we were filled with excitement and anticipation at our new discovery. We awoke, immediately hopping to our feet to explore this machine further.

Having done our preliminary survey yesterday, we began to draw out the area in as much detail as possible. Each of us took clipboards and walked through every corner of the room, writing down everything we could so that we could take it to the surface with us and show everyone what we had found. We had come to the conclusion that this thing was some sort of power source, or generator, judging by all of the wires that led out from it. We were not sure exactly how it worked, but one part of the machine seemed to be producing the dust out of the ice in the surrounding areas and another part of the machine seemed to be converting it into electricity.

Merlin spent hours poring over everything in the room, before finally turning to us and announcing that he believed he may know how to turn it around and operate it.

"You guys," cried Merlin excitedly as he poured over our data. "I think I understand how this thing works!"
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Merlin moved over to a control panel and began hitting buttons and levers. The machine started to hum louder and louder, and the lighting in the room flickered on. It was working! It was making electricity out of ice!

The machine began to hum with power - and it soon began moving faster and faster and faster and faster! It was going too fast! The machine was shaking and rumbling, the ceiling and floors were starting to crumble, and it looked like it might explode at any second! We needed to shut it off and NOW.

"Oh no.." gasped Merlin.

"We have to shut it off!" said Bilbo. "Now!"
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Evoney began to frantically hit buttons and levers, hoping that one of them would shut the thing down. Just when we were about to jump ship and run for our lives, the machine became silent, the lights turned off, and it was dark and quiet.
"I don't know what you hit," said Merlin. "But thank you."

"You're welcome," she said somewhat breathlessly. "Lucky guess," she laughed in relief. They all did.
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Breathing a sigh of relief at the silence of the machine, we went back to taking notes such that we could reproduce the machine on the surface. While we did so, we began to collect some of the dust to test how it works - when we realized something peculiar. The bag in which we had collected the dust began to move and wiggle, coming to life! It floated up into the air and looked at us with its two big eyes and one big mouth.

...

...

Okay, this was weird.

But we can make use of this.

We realized all at once why this powder was familiar to us! It seemed to be made of nearly the same stuff that all those strange mimics that came out every winter were covered in. Perhaps there were other generators much like this one, buried beneath the earth and abandoned by people past, that were responsible for all of those creatures.

When we had finished gathering everything we possibly could on the dust, the generator, and its strange effects on inanimate objects, we began to make our way back to the surface. When we had gone as far as we could, we ate our meal, logged our activities, and slept.
@squiddragon I finally worked the story into my team leader's bio! It's not much, but seeing as I have *never* finished anyone's bio due to laziness, I thought I should mention it. Thanks for the inspiration! [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28168239] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/281683/28168239_350.png[/img] [/url] [quote]After Sam joined the clan, some other members of the beastclan tracking/hunting division of the clan tried to train her in basic combat skills, but found that she was "untrainable." "She fights too much like a ridgeback to fit in," they said. So, with simple solutions always in mind, Vanmra had her outfitted to be like a ridgeback. Courtesy of the typical ridgeback fighting style, she always comes out of battles drenched in blood, and so has earned the nickname "bloody sam." Sam is known among the clan as a formidable hunter. Her prey mostly consists of the smaller creatures that wander the Zephyr Steppes, but she's fully capable of taking out much more dangerous prey. Because of this, she was sent as the lead member of a scouting expedition to the Southern Icefields to track an unidentified Longneck clan that had been sighted passing to the South through the steppes. Though the tracks were wiped out in a snowstorm, a local guide was able to take them to some cave systems called the Snowspire Caverns where the longnecks might have been hiding, and the team decided to search there for a while. ... They found more than just longnecks in that cave. In the deep places in the icefields, dark things dwell, imprisoned by the Icewarden or hiding beyond memory. The team encountered one of them in the caverns below. It was a massive, tentacled, carnivorous beast, with hundreds of look-alike servants bringing it food from above... Including the poor longnecks, and a collection of orphaned eggs. Sam had so wanted to kill the vile thing, to destroy this evil they had encountered and to protect the clans above from the harm which may soon befall them. But it was simply not possible. Perhaps they could have killed it, but the risks were too great, and if they failed here then no one would ever hear of it. It was better to find help, and return with greater numbers. The beast was eventually killed by another team of explorers, but Sam never forgot what she had seen, and she knew that there was worse to be found in the world, if a brave soul was only to go looking. After a lengthy discussion, Sam convinced her mate and four of their children to join her on a quest to rid the world of such dangers. They founded what is now known as the [I'm not sure what to call it yet. White Crusaders? Snowspire Company?], and they are looking to increase their numbers. Their mission: to root out all the evil things which still lurk in the shadows of the world, and to keep their homelands safe from danger. [/quote] (also if anyone else's dragons happened to bump into mine on the way out of the caves and would like to join the company, you're welcome to!)
@squiddragon

I finally worked the story into my team leader's bio! It's not much, but seeing as I have *never* finished anyone's bio due to laziness, I thought I should mention it. Thanks for the inspiration!


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After Sam joined the clan, some other members of the beastclan tracking/hunting division of the clan tried to train her in basic combat skills, but found that she was "untrainable." "She fights too much like a ridgeback to fit in," they said. So, with simple solutions always in mind, Vanmra had her outfitted to be like a ridgeback. Courtesy of the typical ridgeback fighting style, she always comes out of battles drenched in blood, and so has earned the nickname "bloody sam."

Sam is known among the clan as a formidable hunter. Her prey mostly consists of the smaller creatures that wander the Zephyr Steppes, but she's fully capable of taking out much more dangerous prey. Because of this, she was sent as the lead member of a scouting expedition to the Southern Icefields to track an unidentified Longneck clan that had been sighted passing to the South through the steppes. Though the tracks were wiped out in a snowstorm, a local guide was able to take them to some cave systems called the Snowspire Caverns where the longnecks might have been hiding, and the team decided to search there for a while.
... They found more than just longnecks in that cave. In the deep places in the icefields, dark things dwell, imprisoned by the Icewarden or hiding beyond memory. The team encountered one of them in the caverns below. It was a massive, tentacled, carnivorous beast, with hundreds of look-alike servants bringing it food from above... Including the poor longnecks, and a collection of orphaned eggs. Sam had so wanted to kill the vile thing, to destroy this evil they had encountered and to protect the clans above from the harm which may soon befall them. But it was simply not possible. Perhaps they could have killed it, but the risks were too great, and if they failed here then no one would ever hear of it. It was better to find help, and return with greater numbers. The beast was eventually killed by another team of explorers, but Sam never forgot what she had seen, and she knew that there was worse to be found in the world, if a brave soul was only to go looking.

After a lengthy discussion, Sam convinced her mate and four of their children to join her on a quest to rid the world of such dangers. They founded what is now known as the [I'm not sure what to call it yet. White Crusaders? Snowspire Company?], and they are looking to increase their numbers. Their mission: to root out all the evil things which still lurk in the shadows of the world, and to keep their homelands safe from danger.

(also if anyone else's dragons happened to bump into mine on the way out of the caves and would like to join the company, you're welcome to!)
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Day 6 With the Ancient Machine Summary

Charlie, a Fire dragon who was raised wild and knows nothing about machinery: I can run this

Everyone: Charlie no

Charlie: Charlie yes *pushes button*

*cave starts to collapse*
*machine is about to explode*

Stupid Wildclaw: Oops
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[center][size=4] Jessica's Log - Day 6[/size][/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25838455] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/258385/25838455_350.png[/img] [/url] I think...I think we just made a major scientific discovery. Where do I begin? Okay. Last night, we found the ancient machine. Today, we studied it some more. Made heaps of drawings. A pity we don't have any engineers back at the clan who will really appreciate it. Helene will work herself into a froth, of course, but then she'll forget about it and go back to her algae dishes. We suck. ...Forgive me all the negativity; I think I've figured out my problem. Quite simply, we haven't found any treasure. Mutagenic dust don't count, smoky quartz doesn't count, and Russ's absurd new familiar MOST CERTAINLY does not count (Its legs are spears! How can it even walk?). I don't mean to sound like a certain profit-driven Coatl, but I came on this expedition expecting [i]payoff[/i]. The "knowledge" just doesn't seem like enough. Or maybe I simply can't appreciate it. Ugh. Shadowbinder, I shouldn't be so ungrateful. Every day alive and free is a gift. Anyway, back to the account - should I strike the above paragraph? Think on it later. Eventually, we figured out the machine's basic input-output process: It harvests ice from a borehole, converts the ice into the Evil Super Dust (somehow; magic is involved), and then converts the dust into electricity. We conjecture that this machine is/was the main generator for the facilities that existed here. As to who built it, deep within the Fortress of Ends (or perhaps the Fortress was built on top of it, but that would make it ridiculously ancient), who knows? Leave that to the real scholars. Sathonyx announced he had figured out how to turn it on to full power, so with our permission he hit some buttons on a control panel and the thing started humming louder. And louder, and louder, and unfortunately it seems some failsafes had broken or the caverns' structure had weakened over time, because the ceiling and walls started cracking, and the generator was making weird grinding sounds, and Russ and I were yelling at Sathonyx to turn that thing off NOW, and, well, he did. Successfully. By flailing at the control panel in lucky desperation, but still. I can't believe I'm actually feeling charitable toward the little potato. More writing on this subject later. But the craziest thing (shadows, can you believe there's more?) was still to come. After making sure the room wouldn't collapse on us, we went back to our note-taking. That was when the bag - the one in which we were storing samples of the Evil Super Dust - came to life. It had gained two googly eyes, a mouth, and a few tiny black tentacles. It floated over to Sathonyx and tried to bite his leg (I stomped it; Russ entombed it in the ice. If it ever gets free, it can go happily join its mutant tentacle brethren). Does that description sound familiar? The bag was a [i]Mimic[/i]. The Evil Super Dust in these caves [i]is Mimic Dust[/i]. Mimics don't produce Mimic Dust, [i]Mimic Dust produces Mimics[/i]. Yeah. I'll let that sink in. So, a recap of what we have learned here in Snowspire Caverns: [LIST] [*]Snowspire Caverns are ancient, complex, creepy, and weird. [*]Assuming our records of the machine are thorough enough to replicate it, we may now have a way to create electricity from ice. Possible economic, social, and technological implications are boundless. [*]Mimic Dust can mutate both living and nonliving things with prolonged exposure. BE VERY CAREFUL WITH THE STUFF. [*]Furthermore, the ubiquity of Mimics implies that generators like these are widespread throughout Sornieth. Unless the dust has a natural source as well. I can't decide which thought is more horrifying. [/LIST] Not much else to say right now. Our notes done - we've looked at that machine from every angle short of slicing it open - we are heading back to the surface tomorrow.
Jessica's Log - Day 6

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I think...I think we just made a major scientific discovery. Where do I begin?

Okay. Last night, we found the ancient machine. Today, we studied it some more. Made heaps of drawings. A pity we don't have any engineers back at the clan who will really appreciate it. Helene will work herself into a froth, of course, but then she'll forget about it and go back to her algae dishes.

We suck.

...Forgive me all the negativity; I think I've figured out my problem. Quite simply, we haven't found any treasure. Mutagenic dust don't count, smoky quartz doesn't count, and Russ's absurd new familiar MOST CERTAINLY does not count (Its legs are spears! How can it even walk?). I don't mean to sound like a certain profit-driven Coatl, but I came on this expedition expecting payoff. The "knowledge" just doesn't seem like enough. Or maybe I simply can't appreciate it. Ugh. Shadowbinder, I shouldn't be so ungrateful. Every day alive and free is a gift.

Anyway, back to the account - should I strike the above paragraph? Think on it later. Eventually, we figured out the machine's basic input-output process: It harvests ice from a borehole, converts the ice into the Evil Super Dust (somehow; magic is involved), and then converts the dust into electricity. We conjecture that this machine is/was the main generator for the facilities that existed here. As to who built it, deep within the Fortress of Ends (or perhaps the Fortress was built on top of it, but that would make it ridiculously ancient), who knows? Leave that to the real scholars.

Sathonyx announced he had figured out how to turn it on to full power, so with our permission he hit some buttons on a control panel and the thing started humming louder. And louder, and louder, and unfortunately it seems some failsafes had broken or the caverns' structure had weakened over time, because the ceiling and walls started cracking, and the generator was making weird grinding sounds, and Russ and I were yelling at Sathonyx to turn that thing off NOW, and, well, he did. Successfully. By flailing at the control panel in lucky desperation, but still.

I can't believe I'm actually feeling charitable toward the little potato. More writing on this subject later.

But the craziest thing (shadows, can you believe there's more?) was still to come. After making sure the room wouldn't collapse on us, we went back to our note-taking. That was when the bag - the one in which we were storing samples of the Evil Super Dust - came to life. It had gained two googly eyes, a mouth, and a few tiny black tentacles. It floated over to Sathonyx and tried to bite his leg (I stomped it; Russ entombed it in the ice. If it ever gets free, it can go happily join its mutant tentacle brethren). Does that description sound familiar? The bag was a Mimic. The Evil Super Dust in these caves is Mimic Dust. Mimics don't produce Mimic Dust, Mimic Dust produces Mimics. Yeah. I'll let that sink in.

So, a recap of what we have learned here in Snowspire Caverns:
  • Snowspire Caverns are ancient, complex, creepy, and weird.
  • Assuming our records of the machine are thorough enough to replicate it, we may now have a way to create electricity from ice. Possible economic, social, and technological implications are boundless.
  • Mimic Dust can mutate both living and nonliving things with prolonged exposure. BE VERY CAREFUL WITH THE STUFF.
  • Furthermore, the ubiquity of Mimics implies that generators like these are widespread throughout Sornieth. Unless the dust has a natural source as well. I can't decide which thought is more horrifying.
Not much else to say right now. Our notes done - we've looked at that machine from every angle short of slicing it open - we are heading back to the surface tomorrow.
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@/squidragon - Bummed my team got frozen in Ice, I can't wait to see the conclusion and how the story got out if they are frozen. Thank you for all the work you put into this event. Am I allowed to put the story in my teams bio (with proper credit to you, of course)?
@/squidragon - Bummed my team got frozen in Ice, I can't wait to see the conclusion and how the story got out if they are frozen. Thank you for all the work you put into this event. Am I allowed to put the story in my teams bio (with proper credit to you, of course)?
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They agree that it appears to be some kind of generator that somehow takes the surrounding ice and converts it into electricity, with the dust some sort of odd byproduct of the process. After hours of examination, Hemlock announces that he thinks he knows how to turn it on, and does so before the other two can object. The machine hums to life and the lights in the room flicker on, but the machine starts vibrating with increasing speed and force. It looks like it's about to shake itself out of its foundations and possibly explode for good measure. The group justifiably panics. Hemlock makes an admirable attempt to press every button and throw every lever at once in a desperate attempt to shut it down, and something he does apparently works. The machine quiets and the lights go off again. After shooting Hemlock dirty looks the other two resume their note-taking, while the spiral responds with a sheepish grin and joins them in their effort. They collect some dust as a sample, only to notice shortly thereafter that the bag they placed it in seems to have come to life. It's floating in the air and staring at them with its brand new [i]face[/i]. They all agree this seems odd. Then they all realize this [i]thing[/i] seems remarkably similar to the mimic creatures that appear in winter every year and wonder if perhaps this machine, and others like it across the continent, are the cause. The group packs up all their research on the strange machine, the disconcerting dust, and everything else they've learned about these caverns, and start their return journey to the surface, making camp after a few hours of travel. [b]Full Log:[/b] [quote="Day 6: Ancient Energy"]We did not rest as long as we might have as we were filled with excitement and anticipation at our new discovery. We awoke, immediately hopping to our feet to explore this machine further. Having done our preliminary survey yesterday, we began to draw out the area in as much detail as possible. Each of us took clipboards and walked through every corner of the room, writing down everything we could so that we could take it to the surface with us and show everyone what we had found. We had come to the conclusion that this thing was some sort of power source, or generator, judging by all of the wires that led out from it. We were not sure exactly how it worked, but one part of the machine seemed to be producing the dust out of the ice in the surrounding areas and another part of the machine seemed to be converting it into electricity. Hemlock spent hours poring over everything in the room, before finally turning to us and announcing that he believed he may know how to turn it on and operate it. Hemlock moved over to a control panel and began hitting buttons and levers. The machine started to hum louder and louder, and the lighting in the room flickered on. It was working! It was making electricity out of ice! The machine began to hum with power - and it soon began moving faster and faster and faster and faster! It was going too fast! The machine was shaking and rumbling, the ceiling and floors were starting to crumble, and it looked like it might explode at any second! We needed to shut it off and NOW. Hemlock began to frantically hit buttons and levers, hoping that one of them would shut the thing down. Just when we were about to jump ship and run for our lives, the machine became silent, the lights turned off, and it was dark and quiet. Breathing a sigh of relief at the silence of the machine, we went back to taking notes such that we could reproduce the machine on the surface. While we did so, we began to collect some of the dust to test how it works - when we realized something peculiar. The bag in which we had collected the dust began to move and wiggle, coming to life! It floated up into the air and looked at us with its two big eyes and one big mouth. ... ... Okay, this was weird. But we can make use of this. We realized all at once why this powder was familiar to us! It seemed to be made of nearly the same stuff that all those strange mimics that came out every winter were covered in. Perhaps there were other generators much like this one, buried beneath the earth and abandoned by people past, that were responsible for all of those creatures. When we had finished gathering everything we possibly could on the dust, the generator, and its strange effects on inanimate objects, we began to make our way back to the surface. When we had gone as far as we could, we ate our meal, logged our activities, and slept.[/quote] ~~~ Woohoo, once again my dragons manage to avert disaster! They might actually make it out of here in one piece! :D
| Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five |

Team: The Reluctant Spelunkers

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Madness
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Cautious
Cooperative
Fight
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Combat
Beasts
Strength

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Whisper
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Cautious
Cooperative
Flight
Seemed a good idea

Awareness
Stealth
Botany

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Hemlock
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Curious
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Knowledge

Chemistry
Alchemy
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Day 6 Recap:

The group awakes and immediately starts taking notes on the strange machine again with the intention of showing their discovery to others when they reach the surface. They agree that it appears to be some kind of generator that somehow takes the surrounding ice and converts it into electricity, with the dust some sort of odd byproduct of the process.

After hours of examination, Hemlock announces that he thinks he knows how to turn it on, and does so before the other two can object.

The machine hums to life and the lights in the room flicker on, but the machine starts vibrating with increasing speed and force. It looks like it's about to shake itself out of its foundations and possibly explode for good measure. The group justifiably panics.

Hemlock makes an admirable attempt to press every button and throw every lever at once in a desperate attempt to shut it down, and something he does apparently works. The machine quiets and the lights go off again.

After shooting Hemlock dirty looks the other two resume their note-taking, while the spiral responds with a sheepish grin and joins them in their effort.

They collect some dust as a sample, only to notice shortly thereafter that the bag they placed it in seems to have come to life. It's floating in the air and staring at them with its brand new face.

They all agree this seems odd.

Then they all realize this thing seems remarkably similar to the mimic creatures that appear in winter every year and wonder if perhaps this machine, and others like it across the continent, are the cause.

The group packs up all their research on the strange machine, the disconcerting dust, and everything else they've learned about these caverns, and start their return journey to the surface, making camp after a few hours of travel.

Full Log:

Day 6: Ancient Energy wrote:
We did not rest as long as we might have as we were filled with excitement and anticipation at our new discovery. We awoke, immediately hopping to our feet to explore this machine further.

Having done our preliminary survey yesterday, we began to draw out the area in as much detail as possible. Each of us took clipboards and walked through every corner of the room, writing down everything we could so that we could take it to the surface with us and show everyone what we had found. We had come to the conclusion that this thing was some sort of power source, or generator, judging by all of the wires that led out from it. We were not sure exactly how it worked, but one part of the machine seemed to be producing the dust out of the ice in the surrounding areas and another part of the machine seemed to be converting it into electricity.

Hemlock spent hours poring over everything in the room, before finally turning to us and announcing that he believed he may know how to turn it on and operate it.

Hemlock moved over to a control panel and began hitting buttons and levers. The machine started to hum louder and louder, and the lighting in the room flickered on. It was working! It was making electricity out of ice!

The machine began to hum with power - and it soon began moving faster and faster and faster and faster! It was going too fast! The machine was shaking and rumbling, the ceiling and floors were starting to crumble, and it looked like it might explode at any second! We needed to shut it off and NOW.

Hemlock began to frantically hit buttons and levers, hoping that one of them would shut the thing down. Just when we were about to jump ship and run for our lives, the machine became silent, the lights turned off, and it was dark and quiet.

Breathing a sigh of relief at the silence of the machine, we went back to taking notes such that we could reproduce the machine on the surface. While we did so, we began to collect some of the dust to test how it works - when we realized something peculiar. The bag in which we had collected the dust began to move and wiggle, coming to life! It floated up into the air and looked at us with its two big eyes and one big mouth.

...

...

Okay, this was weird.

But we can make use of this.

We realized all at once why this powder was familiar to us! It seemed to be made of nearly the same stuff that all those strange mimics that came out every winter were covered in. Perhaps there were other generators much like this one, buried beneath the earth and abandoned by people past, that were responsible for all of those creatures.

When we had finished gathering everything we possibly could on the dust, the generator, and its strange effects on inanimate objects, we began to make our way back to the surface. When we had gone as far as we could, we ate our meal, logged our activities, and slept.

~~~

Woohoo, once again my dragons manage to avert disaster! They might actually make it out of here in one piece! :D
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@HSoup You are absolutely allowed to use the journals in your dragons' bios - just give a link back to this thread :)
@HSoup You are absolutely allowed to use the journals in your dragons' bios - just give a link back to this thread :)
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We spent many hours in our expedition to the surface, and during all of that time, our thoughts were racing with possibilities for the technology we had discovered buried beneath the Fortress of Ends. With this new energy, we could build all sorts of new machines, and we could even begin to create mechanical familiars to assist us in our day-to-day life.

And that is precisely what we did. When we reached the surface, we brought all of our notes and samples to the clan leadership and explained everything we had done and seen in great detail. With clan approval, we began to build a smaller version of that machine, and in the time after we discovered that it did not just run on eternal ice - but on glowing embers and shimmering pinecones and other flights' equivalent magical currencies as well.

Our discoveries brought great wealth and renown to our clan as dragons from all over came to us for high-end gadgets and contraptions. We, Sanko, had done well, and our clanmates would remember us for it.

And we got.. an axe mimic. xD Man I hated fighting those things in the mire.

Thanks for the event ^^
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We spent many hours in our expedition to the surface, and during all of that time, our thoughts were racing with possibilities for the technology we had discovered buried beneath the Fortress of Ends. With this new energy, we could build all sorts of new machines, and we could even begin to create mechanical familiars to assist us in our day-to-day life.

And that is precisely what we did. When we reached the surface, we brought all of our notes and samples to the clan leadership and explained everything we had done and seen in great detail. With clan approval, we began to build a smaller version of that machine, and in the time after we discovered that it did not just run on eternal ice - but on glowing embers and shimmering pinecones and other flights' equivalent magical currencies as well.

Our discoveries brought great wealth and renown to our clan as dragons from all over came to us for high-end gadgets and contraptions. We, Sanko, had done well, and our clanmates would remember us for it.

And we got.. an axe mimic. xD Man I hated fighting those things in the mire.

Thanks for the event ^^
Bane: THAT'S IT TSARA I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL THIS TIME

Tsara: I saved your tail and that's what I get for it?

Dryad: Tsara's right. It's our fault we got trapped.

Bane: No! We're NOT failures! We're KINGS! WE DESERVED MORE!

Tsara: *knocks out with shadow magic* Wispy, Dryad, help me get this living temper tantrum home.
Bane: THAT'S IT TSARA I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL THIS TIME

Tsara: I saved your tail and that's what I get for it?

Dryad: Tsara's right. It's our fault we got trapped.

Bane: No! We're NOT failures! We're KINGS! WE DESERVED MORE!

Tsara: *knocks out with shadow magic* Wispy, Dryad, help me get this living temper tantrum home.
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