[size=4][b]Day 25 - Wraith[/b][/size]
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[center]Zindiker
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[center]Hellebore
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[center]Netsu
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[center]Lepra
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[center]Midori[/columns]
[left]Zindiker hadn’t met many Wraiths in his life, but Hellebore was definitely different than most. And she was an incredible fighter. It took him and three other dragons to stop her from killing Netsu. None of them were trained in combat like Hellebore of course, but it was still pretty impressive. Zindiker spent the next few weeks watching the Wraith, as Midori and Lepra wanted her interrogated in case she ever wanted to hurt someone again. She’d also gotten hurt pretty bad in the fight and that was another special thing about her – she didn’t feel pain. She’d kept fighting despite the wound that would overwhelm most dragons. During these few weeks she got to know the clan and Zindiker got to know her. Just a little bit, be so far he liked what he’d learnt. What he didn’t like was the fact that Hellebore had decided to return home. She’d been stalling for a week, but yesterday she’d finally made up her mind.
Zindiker visited her in the morning to check on her and he felt a weird sting in his chest when he noticed that she’d already started packing. He tried some small-talk, but it didn’t feel natural. He tried jokes too, but he wasn’t really in a mood to laugh. His frowned. He could usually make a decent conversation with anybody, but this time was different. When she was done packing, Hellebore turned around to finally give him some attention. Zindiker noticed her green Wind eyes, such a distinctive color on a Wraith, especially on a one that always wore black. They chatted for a bit and he noticed that she was more quiet than usual. Just before she left, she’d smiled slightly and said that she hoped to see Zindiker again. And that smile was something that made him feel even worse after she’d left. But for some reason, he liked to recall that moment to see it again.
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[size=4][b]Day 26 - Lich[/b][/size]
Who knows what prompts a Necromancer to turn to the Shade for help. Some of them might crave more power, others find themselves in a tough situation and open their souls to the entity in a deserate call for help. Some might simply be curious. The reasons don't really matter to [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59240606]Red[/url]. The only thing that matters is that they betrayed the Plaguebringer and their kind, and they need to go. They are dangerous. Ghouls are pathetic failures, they are weak, but they fail the trials because they are unworthy. The Lichs [i]choose[/i] to be unworthy. Even though some become Necromancers first. It's one thing to not receive a blessing from the Mother, and another to willingly reject it.
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[size=4][b]Day 27 - Rot[/b][/size]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62044925]Ranera[/url] always smirks with indulgence whenever she hears how scared dragons were of rot. Stories about Necromancers always have that element in them - a dragon touched by some fungi or other pathogen and their skin turning into rotten flesh.
Boring.
All these fancy tricks migh look terrifying, they're very Plague-like, very unpleasant. But it's certainly not the best a skilled Necromancer can do. Ranera likes to think that other Necromancers use these [i]visual[/i] things just because they looked impressive. She hoped they didn't actually believe that they [i]really were[/i] impressive. Either way, she couldn't be bothered. She knew what was truly terrifying. And it wasn't any fungus, rot, or decay. It was what Necromancers can do to one's mind. At least some of them, like herself.
She rarely infects anyone, she usually heals. She likes to experiment (blames it on her Arcane blood), so she happened to leave a dragon in a worse state than before once or twice, but she prefers helping. However, when she does infect, she doesn't infect the body. She infects the mind. She twists the dragon's thinking, their perception, she makes their senses deceive them. Sometimes she messes with their magic, makes them lose control over it, or lose it completely. The disease the spreads is not visible, but it's surely more horrifying.
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[size=4][b]Day 28 - Horror[/b][/size]
My still unnamed [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64610008]Fae Necromancer[/url] watching a horror movie.
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Day 25 - Wraith
Zindiker
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Hellebore
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Netsu
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Lepra
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Midori
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Zindiker hadn’t met many Wraiths in his life, but Hellebore was definitely different than most. And she was an incredible fighter. It took him and three other dragons to stop her from killing Netsu. None of them were trained in combat like Hellebore of course, but it was still pretty impressive. Zindiker spent the next few weeks watching the Wraith, as Midori and Lepra wanted her interrogated in case she ever wanted to hurt someone again. She’d also gotten hurt pretty bad in the fight and that was another special thing about her – she didn’t feel pain. She’d kept fighting despite the wound that would overwhelm most dragons. During these few weeks she got to know the clan and Zindiker got to know her. Just a little bit, be so far he liked what he’d learnt. What he didn’t like was the fact that Hellebore had decided to return home. She’d been stalling for a week, but yesterday she’d finally made up her mind.
Zindiker visited her in the morning to check on her and he felt a weird sting in his chest when he noticed that she’d already started packing. He tried some small-talk, but it didn’t feel natural. He tried jokes too, but he wasn’t really in a mood to laugh. His frowned. He could usually make a decent conversation with anybody, but this time was different. When she was done packing, Hellebore turned around to finally give him some attention. Zindiker noticed her green Wind eyes, such a distinctive color on a Wraith, especially on a one that always wore black. They chatted for a bit and he noticed that she was more quiet than usual. Just before she left, she’d smiled slightly and said that she hoped to see Zindiker again. And that smile was something that made him feel even worse after she’d left. But for some reason, he liked to recall that moment to see it again.
Day 26 - Lich
Who knows what prompts a Necromancer to turn to the Shade for help. Some of them might crave more power, others find themselves in a tough situation and open their souls to the entity in a deserate call for help. Some might simply be curious. The reasons don't really matter to
Red. The only thing that matters is that they betrayed the Plaguebringer and their kind, and they need to go. They are dangerous. Ghouls are pathetic failures, they are weak, but they fail the trials because they are unworthy. The Lichs
choose to be unworthy. Even though some become Necromancers first. It's one thing to not receive a blessing from the Mother, and another to willingly reject it.
Day 27 - Rot
Ranera always smirks with indulgence whenever she hears how scared dragons were of rot. Stories about Necromancers always have that element in them - a dragon touched by some fungi or other pathogen and their skin turning into rotten flesh.
Boring.
All these fancy tricks migh look terrifying, they're very Plague-like, very unpleasant. But it's certainly not the best a skilled Necromancer can do. Ranera likes to think that other Necromancers use these
visual things just because they looked impressive. She hoped they didn't actually believe that they
really were impressive. Either way, she couldn't be bothered. She knew what was truly terrifying. And it wasn't any fungus, rot, or decay. It was what Necromancers can do to one's mind. At least some of them, like herself.
She rarely infects anyone, she usually heals. She likes to experiment (blames it on her Arcane blood), so she happened to leave a dragon in a worse state than before once or twice, but she prefers helping. However, when she does infect, she doesn't infect the body. She infects the mind. She twists the dragon's thinking, their perception, she makes their senses deceive them. Sometimes she messes with their magic, makes them lose control over it, or lose it completely. The disease the spreads is not visible, but it's surely more horrifying.
Day 28 - Horror
My still unnamed
Fae Necromancer watching a horror movie.
[size=4][b]Day 29 - Festival[/b][/size]
That one time when [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59240606]Red[/url] didn't let Nature-born [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59210833]Veira[/url] visit the Viridian Labirynth during the Gladeskeeper Gathering didn't end well. Let's just say, he's always let her visit her family for the Nature festival ever since this incident.
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[left][size=4][b]Day 30 - Harvest[/b][/size]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/45392141]Jalava[/url] was always excited for the time when [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/43228279]Escherichia's[/url] little garden was ready for harvest. Even though she was more of a forager herself, she grew herbs and liked learning about any new plants. And Escherichia always had something interesting to say about hers. She had a garden full of poisonous flowers, most of them looked inconspicuous - small flowers in dull colors that were hard to notice hidden behind large leaves. But some had beautiful, bright colors, that almost screamed 'toxic.' There were some that had tiny berries. They looked delicious, but hid a deadly secret inside them. Escherichia used her plants in various potions, she could modify the poison inside them to treat some diseases. But Jalava believed that the Necromancer simply enjoyed spending her time with her plants. She also kept some poisonous and venomous animals, but it was the plants that always made her change her usually harsh or slighly sarcastic tone. Whenever she talked about her garden, her voice would sound slightly softer. That's why Jalava enjoyed spending time with Escherichia whenever she was collecting what she'd grown. There was something magical about all these plants that made her into a different dragon and Jalava always anticipated the week before the Riot of Rot, as that's when most of Escherichia's plants were ready for the Necromancer to harvest them in preparation foe the festival.
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[left][size=4][b]Day 31 - Hallowed[/b][/size]
The Necromancers in the clan are all different. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/42103136]Lepra[/url] is cold and decisive, she mostly keeps to herself and never lets the emotions get the best of her. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/43228279]Escherichia[/url] is loyal to her friends and family, she uses her powers mostly to heal, but she cannot deny that she enjoyes to show off her powers in an occassional burst of brutality. Her mate, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/43810231]Celiac[/url], is a devout researcher, who probably doesn't care as much about the spiritual part of being a Necromancer, as he cares about learning the secrets of his kind. And [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62044925]Ranera[/url], even though she joined recently, has already shown herself to be quite eccentric, but also talented in a rare art of healing magic and minds. There's also [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/40875809]Zindiker[/url] of course, Lepra's Servus and cousin. He has a gift for politics, and a slight obsession over symbolism. He recently became friends with [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59636270]Merga[/url], a shy and quiet Neutralized Ghoul healed by Celiac.
Even though most of these dragons could be described as friends, or at least acquaintances, they rarely spend time altogether. But each year for the Riot of Rot, this group always travels to the Scarred Wasteland. They even let the Ghoul [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/41054111]Netsu[/url] join them. It's the time when they celebrate the Plague together and worship the Plaguebringer (maybe except for Merga, she goes with them only on Celiac's request). They take part in various celebrations, but always pick one day to go to the Rotrock Rim, the place where they all attempted the trials, the place that shaped them and their future lives. For better or worse. They spend a few hours there, meditating and looking back at the time when they were touched by the Plaguebringer, each one with a different Plague. And even though they all chose to live in the Sunbeam Ruins, they all know how special this place is, how scared and hallowed the ground. It's the place where they can almost feel the presence of their Mother. Or at least the Plague she gifts this land with every day.
Day 29 - Festival
That one time when
Red didn't let Nature-born
Veira visit the Viridian Labirynth during the Gladeskeeper Gathering didn't end well. Let's just say, he's always let her visit her family for the Nature festival ever since this incident.
Day 30 - Harvest
Jalava was always excited for the time when
Escherichia's little garden was ready for harvest. Even though she was more of a forager herself, she grew herbs and liked learning about any new plants. And Escherichia always had something interesting to say about hers. She had a garden full of poisonous flowers, most of them looked inconspicuous - small flowers in dull colors that were hard to notice hidden behind large leaves. But some had beautiful, bright colors, that almost screamed 'toxic.' There were some that had tiny berries. They looked delicious, but hid a deadly secret inside them. Escherichia used her plants in various potions, she could modify the poison inside them to treat some diseases. But Jalava believed that the Necromancer simply enjoyed spending her time with her plants. She also kept some poisonous and venomous animals, but it was the plants that always made her change her usually harsh or slighly sarcastic tone. Whenever she talked about her garden, her voice would sound slightly softer. That's why Jalava enjoyed spending time with Escherichia whenever she was collecting what she'd grown. There was something magical about all these plants that made her into a different dragon and Jalava always anticipated the week before the Riot of Rot, as that's when most of Escherichia's plants were ready for the Necromancer to harvest them in preparation foe the festival.
Day 31 - Hallowed
The Necromancers in the clan are all different.
Lepra is cold and decisive, she mostly keeps to herself and never lets the emotions get the best of her.
Escherichia is loyal to her friends and family, she uses her powers mostly to heal, but she cannot deny that she enjoyes to show off her powers in an occassional burst of brutality. Her mate,
Celiac, is a devout researcher, who probably doesn't care as much about the spiritual part of being a Necromancer, as he cares about learning the secrets of his kind. And
Ranera, even though she joined recently, has already shown herself to be quite eccentric, but also talented in a rare art of healing magic and minds. There's also
Zindiker of course, Lepra's Servus and cousin. He has a gift for politics, and a slight obsession over symbolism. He recently became friends with
Merga, a shy and quiet Neutralized Ghoul healed by Celiac.
Even though most of these dragons could be described as friends, or at least acquaintances, they rarely spend time altogether. But each year for the Riot of Rot, this group always travels to the Scarred Wasteland. They even let the Ghoul
Netsu join them. It's the time when they celebrate the Plague together and worship the Plaguebringer (maybe except for Merga, she goes with them only on Celiac's request). They take part in various celebrations, but always pick one day to go to the Rotrock Rim, the place where they all attempted the trials, the place that shaped them and their future lives. For better or worse. They spend a few hours there, meditating and looking back at the time when they were touched by the Plaguebringer, each one with a different Plague. And even though they all chose to live in the Sunbeam Ruins, they all know how special this place is, how scared and hallowed the ground. It's the place where they can almost feel the presence of their Mother. Or at least the Plague she gifts this land with every day.
[b]Day 17:[/b]
Masks
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59911567]Lodyn[/url]
You see what I let you see. Nothing more. You all think you know me, but you don’t. I am the power here, the power behind his throne. I am the one who decides who lives and dies. All these lives are subject to my whim.
I don’t want to be seen as the power, I don’t need to wear the shiny armor or give speeches. I don’t mind the council paperwork and I like the connections. They’ll come in handy when his house of cards comes falling down.
[b]Day 18:[/b]
Harbinger
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61486570]Kundalini[/url]
This little world is ripe. And we are hungry. You can choose to trust your small gods who only have power over this ball of dust and mud. Or you can join me, join the hungry darkness between the stars. Taste the burning sweetness of the vacuum. Come. Take my hand. Come and live in this empty darkness. Let the light and the taste of soil fade from your memory. Become sweet nothingness with me.
[b]Day 19:[/b]
Curse
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[b]Day 20:[/b]
Cure
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[b]Day 21:[/b]
Betrayal
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56474299]Affogato[/url] and [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61935702]Somn[/url]
“Hey, Sonm!” Affogato grinned as the Necromancer stepped into his cafe. He’d been wary at first of having another Necromancer as a regular customer but the other Mirror seemed to be perfectly kind. He’d even taken the time once or twice to sit down with Affo for a cup of coffee. Somn grinned back as he stepped up to the counter for Affo to hand him the usual cold brew.
“Hi, thanks! Do you have some free time?” Somn looked around. “Doesn’t seem too busy today. Come and sit with me?”
Affo’s fins dipped a little, but he decided Somn hadn’t meant anything by pointing out how poorly his business was going today. He just nodded. “Yeah, let me clean up and I’ll sit with you. We were talking about the Trials last time?”
Somn’s smile flickered as he looked into the darkness of his own coffee. “We were. It’s the reason I came by. I just needed to talk about it with someone and thought you would be the right dragon.”
Affo looked over the counter, his four eyes widening. “I’ll be right out.”
Affo poured himself a cup of coffee and doctored it up before joining Somn at his usual table. Somn sighed and sipped his drink before lifting mournful eyes to Affo.
“I’ve never told anyone about this. You know I took my trails with my brother. He… didn’t make it. We agreed to be each other’s Trial of Contagion. Everything happened so fast for me and he wasn’t even sick when I was ready. Or we thought he wasn’t. I knew I had to let the disease fester. So I went hunting and - The Mother’s blessings overcame him.” Somn said the last delicately, one paw up on the table, staring down at his drink again. Affo laid his own claws over the other mirror’s, gently squeezing.
“I understand more than you realize - my friends.” He shook his head, tired suddenly. Affo went on. “My friends. Many of them-”
He frowned, swaying slightly with exhaustion. “Didn’t-” There was something in his body, the powers he rarely used tingled awake to warn him too late. Still, he pushed back, trying to dismiss the illness surging through him.
“Why?” He asked, eyes heavy.
“Because you’re pathetic. Like my brother. Unlike him, you can be reeducated.” The last thing he saw was Somn's gleaming smile
[b]Day 22:[/b]
Plague
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63165501]Haemon [/url]
Doctor Petrichor says he can cure me. Bring me back from being a lich. I have to believe him and not the cold voice in my head. It sounds like me you know. If my voice was icy and infinitely bored. It tells me that this is fruitless, the hunger will not leave me. It will not leave me.
I can feel it feeding, devouring each new plague the Doctor gives me, pulling them through my blood and flesh. It's a strange feeling, not painful, but as though long fingers are moving through me gathering the contagion. Some days when I ache as it does this, sick and hot with a fever, I welcome its cold touch. Others I want to scream at the insidious unnaturalness of it all. I am sickened more by what I have become than any illness I am infected with.
What will happen to me? I am afraid to find out, but not even the Shade can grant me the power to stop time.
[b]Day 23:[/b]
Necromancer
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[b]Day 24:[/b]
Contagion
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[b]Day 25:[/b]
Wraith
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(Thanks to @Delotha for the inspiration)
[b]Day 26: [/b]
Lich
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[b]Day 27:[/b]
Rot
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61789119]Petrichor[/url]
I am her most devout servant, and PlagueBringer has blessed me. She has given me this world as my laboratory and seen fit to grant me a powerful patron who funds my studies. It is clear to me the Mother loves me. She who is the hollowness at the heart of rot wants me to find a cure for the weakness of dragonkind.
And my work is for her, a child her own. To make Sorneith strong. Powerful by our continued survival and our ability to overcome. One day there will be no more Ghouls, no more Wraiths, no more Lichs. We will overcome.
[b]Day 28:[/b]
Horror
I was so hot, burning from the inside out. I knew I was dying. I had been a healer for years, working to help my clan survive. I had seen the final moments of many dragons and I knew mine was coming. Then in the darkness of the cave I had chosen for my Trials something moved.
I tried to scramble away but it hurt so much all I could do was weep. Cold, like icy fear in my veins, flooded me. I was afraid but the cold wasn't from me. I couldn't feel the floor and the nothingness was all around me. I floated inside it, sobbing.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I am dying and afraid."
"What is dying?"
"The end of life. Of existence."
"What is... life?"
Day 17:
Masks
Lodyn
You see what I let you see. Nothing more. You all think you know me, but you don’t. I am the power here, the power behind his throne. I am the one who decides who lives and dies. All these lives are subject to my whim.
I don’t want to be seen as the power, I don’t need to wear the shiny armor or give speeches. I don’t mind the council paperwork and I like the connections. They’ll come in handy when his house of cards comes falling down.
Day 18:
Harbinger
Kundalini
This little world is ripe. And we are hungry. You can choose to trust your small gods who only have power over this ball of dust and mud. Or you can join me, join the hungry darkness between the stars. Taste the burning sweetness of the vacuum. Come. Take my hand. Come and live in this empty darkness. Let the light and the taste of soil fade from your memory. Become sweet nothingness with me.
Day 19:
Curse
Day 20:
Cure
Day 21:
Betrayal
Affogato and
Somn
“Hey, Sonm!” Affogato grinned as the Necromancer stepped into his cafe. He’d been wary at first of having another Necromancer as a regular customer but the other Mirror seemed to be perfectly kind. He’d even taken the time once or twice to sit down with Affo for a cup of coffee. Somn grinned back as he stepped up to the counter for Affo to hand him the usual cold brew.
“Hi, thanks! Do you have some free time?” Somn looked around. “Doesn’t seem too busy today. Come and sit with me?”
Affo’s fins dipped a little, but he decided Somn hadn’t meant anything by pointing out how poorly his business was going today. He just nodded. “Yeah, let me clean up and I’ll sit with you. We were talking about the Trials last time?”
Somn’s smile flickered as he looked into the darkness of his own coffee. “We were. It’s the reason I came by. I just needed to talk about it with someone and thought you would be the right dragon.”
Affo looked over the counter, his four eyes widening. “I’ll be right out.”
Affo poured himself a cup of coffee and doctored it up before joining Somn at his usual table. Somn sighed and sipped his drink before lifting mournful eyes to Affo.
“I’ve never told anyone about this. You know I took my trails with my brother. He… didn’t make it. We agreed to be each other’s Trial of Contagion. Everything happened so fast for me and he wasn’t even sick when I was ready. Or we thought he wasn’t. I knew I had to let the disease fester. So I went hunting and - The Mother’s blessings overcame him.” Somn said the last delicately, one paw up on the table, staring down at his drink again. Affo laid his own claws over the other mirror’s, gently squeezing.
“I understand more than you realize - my friends.” He shook his head, tired suddenly. Affo went on. “My friends. Many of them-”
He frowned, swaying slightly with exhaustion. “Didn’t-” There was something in his body, the powers he rarely used tingled awake to warn him too late. Still, he pushed back, trying to dismiss the illness surging through him.
“Why?” He asked, eyes heavy.
“Because you’re pathetic. Like my brother. Unlike him, you can be reeducated.” The last thing he saw was Somn's gleaming smile
Day 22:
Plague
Haemon
Doctor Petrichor says he can cure me. Bring me back from being a lich. I have to believe him and not the cold voice in my head. It sounds like me you know. If my voice was icy and infinitely bored. It tells me that this is fruitless, the hunger will not leave me. It will not leave me.
I can feel it feeding, devouring each new plague the Doctor gives me, pulling them through my blood and flesh. It's a strange feeling, not painful, but as though long fingers are moving through me gathering the contagion. Some days when I ache as it does this, sick and hot with a fever, I welcome its cold touch. Others I want to scream at the insidious unnaturalness of it all. I am sickened more by what I have become than any illness I am infected with.
What will happen to me? I am afraid to find out, but not even the Shade can grant me the power to stop time.
Day 23:
Necromancer
Day 24:
Contagion
Day 25:
Wraith
(Thanks to @
Delotha for the inspiration)
Day 26:
Lich
Day 27:
Rot
Petrichor
I am her most devout servant, and PlagueBringer has blessed me. She has given me this world as my laboratory and seen fit to grant me a powerful patron who funds my studies. It is clear to me the Mother loves me. She who is the hollowness at the heart of rot wants me to find a cure for the weakness of dragonkind.
And my work is for her, a child her own. To make Sorneith strong. Powerful by our continued survival and our ability to overcome. One day there will be no more Ghouls, no more Wraiths, no more Lichs. We will overcome.
Day 28:
Horror
I was so hot, burning from the inside out. I knew I was dying. I had been a healer for years, working to help my clan survive. I had seen the final moments of many dragons and I knew mine was coming. Then in the darkness of the cave I had chosen for my Trials something moved.
I tried to scramble away but it hurt so much all I could do was weep. Cold, like icy fear in my veins, flooded me. I was afraid but the cold wasn't from me. I couldn't feel the floor and the nothingness was all around me. I floated inside it, sobbing.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I am dying and afraid."
"What is dying?"
"The end of life. Of existence."
"What is... life?"
[b]Day 29:[/b]
Festival
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[b]Day 30:[/b]
Harvest
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59634212]Kiko[/url] and [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/40771036]Extolla[/url]
"Good Morning, Gardener."
"Good Morning, Necromancer."
The two worked in silence together, Kiko the Necromancer daughter of Outfit Vector, of Kishna and Kobari high Necromancers with loud voices on the council couldn't find the words to bridge this gap.
Across from her was Extolla, mate of Ragrak, her father's vicious tongued Neutralized Ghoul servant. She had learned quickly how to dodge his anger as a child - at least until she had been sent away for training. Now they were both here at Kitesong Colleguim. A world away from the cruelties of Outfit Vector and still Kiko didn't know what to say to the Skydancer.
In the end it was Extolla who spoke first. She broke off a calendula marigold, it's petals a brilliant orange.
"Here, Kiko. This has many medicinal properties. You might find it useful." Kiko took it and tucked it into her cloak. Extolla put one into her feathered crest with a small smile.
"I can't speak for him but I want to try. After all, you reap what you sow. I want to sow kindness. Lets have some tea after this?"
Kiko smiled back."Yes, I'd love to. Will you tell me more about the marigolds?"
[b]Day 31: [/b]
Hallowed
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Day 29:
Festival
Day 30:
Harvest
Kiko and
Extolla
"Good Morning, Gardener."
"Good Morning, Necromancer."
The two worked in silence together, Kiko the Necromancer daughter of Outfit Vector, of Kishna and Kobari high Necromancers with loud voices on the council couldn't find the words to bridge this gap.
Across from her was Extolla, mate of Ragrak, her father's vicious tongued Neutralized Ghoul servant. She had learned quickly how to dodge his anger as a child - at least until she had been sent away for training. Now they were both here at Kitesong Colleguim. A world away from the cruelties of Outfit Vector and still Kiko didn't know what to say to the Skydancer.
In the end it was Extolla who spoke first. She broke off a calendula marigold, it's petals a brilliant orange.
"Here, Kiko. This has many medicinal properties. You might find it useful." Kiko took it and tucked it into her cloak. Extolla put one into her feathered crest with a small smile.
"I can't speak for him but I want to try. After all, you reap what you sow. I want to sow kindness. Lets have some tea after this?"
Kiko smiled back."Yes, I'd love to. Will you tell me more about the marigolds?"
Day 31:
Hallowed
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Shadari @
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AndromedaFlight @
Wyldangel @
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Mako @
CosmicFalcon
Necrotober is now closed, Thank you soo much everybody for you entries!
You may post late entries until rollover on the 3rd of November for participation prizes, and I will be drawing and announcing the winners of our 3 grand prizes after rollover tonight!
@Shadari @Delotha @AndromedaFlight @Wyldangel @NeverNights @Frankenfood @Featherfalls @Kava @WolfTrickster @Mako @CosmicFalcon
we have our grand prize winners!
Shadari, AndromedaFlight and Kava!
Feel free to PM me or post below your choice of Grand prize and participation prize!
With runner-ups of
Wyldangel and NeverNights!
Feel free to PM me or post below your choice of 3 participation prizes!
And an another big thank you to everyone for participating! Additional participation prizes will be distributed after rollover November 3rd!
@Shadari @Delotha @AndromedaFlight @Wyldangel @NeverNights @Frankenfood @Featherfalls @Kava @WolfTrickster @Mako @CosmicFalcon
we have our grand prize winners!
Shadari, AndromedaFlight and Kava!
Feel free to PM me or post below your choice of Grand prize and participation prize!
With runner-ups of
Wyldangel and NeverNights!
Feel free to PM me or post below your choice of 3 participation prizes!
And an another big thank you to everyone for participating! Additional participation prizes will be distributed after rollover November 3rd!
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RoaringSpector
I'll take the Infestation Hound - and if available, the Thylacine.
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RoaringSpector
I'll take the Infestation Hound - and if available, the Thylacine.
@
RoaringSpector
I'll take the Graveyard Guardian and Contaminated Infectalons! :^)
@
RoaringSpector
I'll take the Graveyard Guardian and Contaminated Infectalons! :^)
USA | +3 FR TIME | ARKIN | IT/ITS | MALE | 
Such corruption leaked into my sea!
In my confusion, she broke through the fence.
O; she was patient and sat on my line!
A turning of tide... Was she the prey or the hunter?
SALES TAB | WISHLIST
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RoaringSpector
A participation prize, wowie! This has made my week, thank you! I'll make a short list just in case.
- privateer's cutlass
- Slarg fam
- sanguine multimist
@
RoaringSpector
A participation prize, wowie! This has made my week, thank you! I'll make a short list just in case.
- privateer's cutlass
- Slarg fam
- sanguine multimist
