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TOPIC | [RoR] Explore the Scarred Wasteland
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@BlackJasper Standing on top of the Rotrock Rim, the expanse of the Abiding Boneyard stretched out beneath him like a life-sized map, its corners rolled all the way to the horizon. Damien settled back and took in the breeze, which actually smelled fresh when it blew from the South. From the North the air was mixed with the vapors that rose off the Wyrmwound and it didn't smell fresh [i]at all[/i]. Honestly he didn't understand how Plague dragons stood the smell. Perhaps that sense was blasted out of them from a young age. HIs clown charger pranced at his side, eager to continue their journey, but it had been an exhausting climb up the Rotrock Rim and Damien wasn't ready to move on just yet. Actually he resented this whole adventure, but Sylvia had recommended it and he hadn't been able to say no. At least his timing was good. The Riot of Rot meant that the locals were busy celebrating and didn't mind strangers among them, which was not the normal state of affairs. He had traveled almost entirely unmolested, and was in fact even invited to join in the festivities. Behind him his clown charger snorted in alarm. Damien whirled, claw on his sword, ready for any threat. Now he could sense it too, movement in the tendrils steadily drawing nearer. He stood his ground. Then, from out of the vegetation stepped.... [center][item=mossy cerdae][/center]
@BlackJasper Standing on top of the Rotrock Rim, the expanse of the Abiding Boneyard stretched out beneath him like a life-sized map, its corners rolled all the way to the horizon. Damien settled back and took in the breeze, which actually smelled fresh when it blew from the South. From the North the air was mixed with the vapors that rose off the Wyrmwound and it didn't smell fresh at all. Honestly he didn't understand how Plague dragons stood the smell. Perhaps that sense was blasted out of them from a young age.

HIs clown charger pranced at his side, eager to continue their journey, but it had been an exhausting climb up the Rotrock Rim and Damien wasn't ready to move on just yet. Actually he resented this whole adventure, but Sylvia had recommended it and he hadn't been able to say no. At least his timing was good. The Riot of Rot meant that the locals were busy celebrating and didn't mind strangers among them, which was not the normal state of affairs. He had traveled almost entirely unmolested, and was in fact even invited to join in the festivities.

Behind him his clown charger snorted in alarm. Damien whirled, claw on his sword, ready for any threat. Now he could sense it too, movement in the tendrils steadily drawing nearer. He stood his ground. Then, from out of the vegetation stepped....


Mossy Cerdae
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@AwkwardTrashCant A red mist eddied among the dips and dead trees of the Abiding Boneyard as Dorre made his way across the landscape, taking in the sights and sounds of his old homeland. As the name suggested the Abiding Boneyard was just as it was when he'd left, barren and dusty but filled with a stubborn life if you knew where to look. His brilliant psywurm jumped as a centipede ran over its paw and Dorre chuckled as the familiar scurried up onto his back. "You get used to it," he told it. The Riot of Rot was almost over and he'd decided to go on a small adventure before returning to his clan in the Tangled Wood. He'd been journeying for a few days now and it was good to know that he still had what it took to survive in the harshest of Sornieth's lands. The reddish sun beat down from a noonday sky and Dorre decided it was time for lunch. He found a pile of bones and began cracking them open for their marrow. He was about halfway through when he heard a screech from nearby. His psywurm perked up its ears and then slunk into the underbrush. A minute later the screech came again, even louder than before, and this time it didn't stop. The psywurm emerged, carrying something in its mouth. It deposited its find at Dorre's feet and he looked down in surprise. It was a.... [center][item=yelling wyrmpeck][/center]
@AwkwardTrashCant A red mist eddied among the dips and dead trees of the Abiding Boneyard as Dorre made his way across the landscape, taking in the sights and sounds of his old homeland. As the name suggested the Abiding Boneyard was just as it was when he'd left, barren and dusty but filled with a stubborn life if you knew where to look. His brilliant psywurm jumped as a centipede ran over its paw and Dorre chuckled as the familiar scurried up onto his back. "You get used to it," he told it.

The Riot of Rot was almost over and he'd decided to go on a small adventure before returning to his clan in the Tangled Wood. He'd been journeying for a few days now and it was good to know that he still had what it took to survive in the harshest of Sornieth's lands. The reddish sun beat down from a noonday sky and Dorre decided it was time for lunch. He found a pile of bones and began cracking them open for their marrow. He was about halfway through when he heard a screech from nearby.

His psywurm perked up its ears and then slunk into the underbrush. A minute later the screech came again, even louder than before, and this time it didn't stop. The psywurm emerged, carrying something in its mouth. It deposited its find at Dorre's feet and he looked down in surprise. It was a....

Yelling Wyrmpeck

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@Rosoideae It wasn't exactly the Sea of a Thousand Currents. It was incredibly [i]dry[/i] for one thing, when it wasn't off-puttingly moist. Shay wasn't sure what sort of place could manage to be both at once. He'd crossed the desert of the Abiding Boneyard and the bogs of the unending Mire and now he'd finally reached the Rotrock Rim at the center of the Plaguelands. His goal was to make a pilgrimage all the way to the Wyrmwound but the journey had been long and he'd decided to take a rest at the base of the massive cliffside. His Stormseeker familiar wheeled and dove in the shadow of the Rim, snapping up flies and moths as Shay ate his own modest meal. He hadn't seen many dragons during his journey. Most were gathered in spots throughout the Plagelands celebrating the Riot of Rot. He had spent some time participating in the festivities as well but he'd wanted to see the Wyrmwound with his own eyes before he left for home again. It was odd to think that he'd been born in this barren land after growing up in the bounty of the Sea. Suddenly he heard a snuffling behind him. There was something in his food pack, eating his food! He grabbed a bushy tail and dragged the creature out, only to have to dodge as a pair of blades almost took off a fin. He dropped the creature and it ran off a few feet before turning to look him over. It was a.... [center][item=scythe kamaitachi][/center]
@Rosoideae It wasn't exactly the Sea of a Thousand Currents.

It was incredibly dry for one thing, when it wasn't off-puttingly moist. Shay wasn't sure what sort of place could manage to be both at once. He'd crossed the desert of the Abiding Boneyard and the bogs of the unending Mire and now he'd finally reached the Rotrock Rim at the center of the Plaguelands. His goal was to make a pilgrimage all the way to the Wyrmwound but the journey had been long and he'd decided to take a rest at the base of the massive cliffside. His Stormseeker familiar wheeled and dove in the shadow of the Rim, snapping up flies and moths as Shay ate his own modest meal.

He hadn't seen many dragons during his journey. Most were gathered in spots throughout the Plagelands celebrating the Riot of Rot. He had spent some time participating in the festivities as well but he'd wanted to see the Wyrmwound with his own eyes before he left for home again. It was odd to think that he'd been born in this barren land after growing up in the bounty of the Sea.

Suddenly he heard a snuffling behind him. There was something in his food pack, eating his food! He grabbed a bushy tail and dragged the creature out, only to have to dodge as a pair of blades almost took off a fin. He dropped the creature and it ran off a few feet before turning to look him over. It was a....

Scythe Kamaitachi
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