Quests & Challenges

@WyldAngel [b]Menu Option[/b]: Runes [b]Dragon Customer[/b]: [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/47249287][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/472493/47249287_350.png[/img][/url] [b]My Dragon's Question (optional)[/b]: We have left our home twice now, this time to the cold Southern Icefield. Where should we set up our new home?

@WyldAngel [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/y6dei7bhs57deiw/lighttop.png[/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/55971626][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/559717/55971626_350.png[/img][/url][/center] A Wildclaw, pelt shimmering like a pool full of stars, enters the tent. Her eyes blink and stare half-lidded as she sets down a small bundle of bones before Apoxia, turning the deformed skulls to face her. They click lightly, [i]morbidly[/i], against the table, but her daunting gaze is on the ghoul. The row of half-lidded eyes blink in a slow sequence from her neck down to her tail, staring as she finally settles in. At her side is the gleam of a sword. Intimidating... " This tent has been subject of rumor amongst the greater Talosians," she supplies, " but many in my clan aren't fond of the plaguelands and its ways. As one of their heroes, it'd be unthinkable for me to step foot in this tent... So, " she gently sweeps the bundle of bones and skulls towards Apoxia with her tail, and smiles coyly. " Read them. I want to take advantage of this before my king gets wind of it." [b]Menu Option[/b]: Runes [b]Dragon Customer[/b]: Sonlux [b]My Dragon's Question [/b]: three secrets

@3idolon [b]Menu Option[/b]: Mother's Favor [b]Dragon Customer[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/58220437][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/582205/58220437_350.png[/img][/url] [b]My Dragon's Yes or No Question[/b]: (backstory in bio for more details) A Banescale that's more bare (and somewhat angry looking) hide than green scale crawls up to the table, a huge, squirming bag dangling from her jaws. She sets it down and noses it over to Kishna with a sigh. The loss of one of her precious detritivores will sting for a while, but now that it is no longer a larva, it is not as useful; for that reason alone, she is willing to part with it. For months, she's avoided both the flight into which she was born and the one for which she actually seemed meant, sick of their warring and the horrid memories of her earliest days. Their problems are their own, as far as she is concerned, and she would be content to never be part of them again. Even so, she can't seem to shake the old worry nagging at her heart. Were her original clan members right to throw her out? What if her anger is misplaced? Would it make her new life a lie? The older she gets, the worse the uncertainty is; if she does not find an answer soon, it may finally break her. It is this desperation that brings her to the door of one of the famed Necromancers at long last. Plague they may be, but at least she knows they won't sugarcoat the truth--and who else could ask the one god who might know? She bows her head, unable to meet Kishna's gaze. "Was what happened to my original clan really my doing?" [b]Familiar Sacrifice[/b]: Goliath Mountain Beetle

[b]Menu Option[/b]: Mother's Favor [b]Dragon Customer[/b]: Angermist [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61614089][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/616141/61614089_350.png[/img][/url] [b]My Dragon's Yes or No Question[/b]: (more info in her bio, she is a fanatic) An intimidating looking guardian approaches, wielding a sentient axe. The look in her eyes are filled with zealous fervor, the lines of her body tense as if she can hardly contain herself. "Mother," she almost shouts. "I am your most loyal subject! The Cause is only thing that matters! Recently, my clan had two traveling pear catchers stay with us but before I could indoctrinate them in the ways of the YEET they escaped to different clans in neighboring flights." She growled, her expression manic. "Not for long . . I tracked them down personally and hauled them to the Wyrmwound to give you their services. Did I do right? We must become strong!" [b]OOC:[/b] I had two traveling pearlcatchers in my clan. Before sending them off, I wrote in their entries that they were accosted by Angermist who wanted them exalted for the cause. I sent them to different clans. A few days later, I went to check on them and found that they had unfortunately ended up being exalted. It was very interesting that they both had encountered Angermist only to be exalted later on. Had to write that as part of her lore xD. [b]Familiar Sacrifice[/b]: Tigerblood foo

@Delotha [b]Menu Option[/b]: Three-card Monte [b]Dragon Customer[/b]:Phyyric [b]My card choice[/b]: Right [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/xbzcorcx67kgwg0/beastclantop.png[/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62584234][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/625843/62584234_350.png[/img][/url][/center] He's calm and quiet as he approaches, his polite air only adding to a distant sense of stature. This dragon...he looks like the crystal canvas of a painting. The umber filigree patterns pulse with plague-magic, branching and winding from the dark markings of his limbs and out across his wings. Whatever magic he's got is trapped there, bound into the dark scales. "Excuse me," the wildclaw inquires with a gentle voice, " My name is Phyyric of the Talosian clan. Will this be enough for a reading?" From the pearlescent pack he carries, he pulls open a medium sized chest, and opens it towards Caratacus. Inside rests an assortment of game and poultry, namely a jade peacock, a freshly tangled Rat-King(on closer inspection it is a Pale Prince), and a large, blubbery Spotted Seal. [center][item= Spotted Seal] [item= Jade peacock] [item= Pale Prince][/center]

@3idolon [b]Menu Option[/b]: Mother's Favor [b]Dragon Customer[/b] Glossomania [b]My Dragon's Yes or No Question[/b]: Does the PlagueBringer consider this [i]life[/i]? [b]Familiar Sacrifice[/b]: Hulking Great Owl [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51107116] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/511072/51107116_350.png[/img] [/url][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=58857770] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/588578/58857770_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47678166] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/476782/47678166_350.png[/img] [/url] It's quiet out. The sickly smoke of incense drifts in swirling clouds, and there's naught but the occasional hushed bustle of a dragon or two outside. That is, until three dragons-[i]three noisy dragons[/i]- arrive, pushing through the entrance with excitement. Two coatls and a rediculously shiny mirror dragon greet you. The first coatl hushes his companions, and turns to greet you with an excited grin. "You must be Kishna the Necromancer! By the Lightweaver," He laughs, looking about the tent, "In all my years of study I've never seen a setup quite like this one. Oh, where are my manners," "We are the Scholars Glossomania and Adamantium, and we've come to inquire about a very special, top-secret project of ours." The swell of pride in both scholars is palpable, and they seem almost naively jovial. "You see, we've been attempting to recreate the gift of life, not through Necromancy, but through harnessing elemental energies itself!" he spreads his wings and his feathers ruffle in excitement. "For years we struggled with creating a suitable vessel, one that wouldn't explode. One more and we would've called it quits, but as you can see..." He sweeps a wing in the direction of the young mirror dragon. It's light, innocent eyes seem to glow, and only now do you see the [i]most intricate [/i]movement of gears and cogs you've ever laid eyes on turning within its irises. "[i]We've created life itself..." "Or so we think.[/i]" Adamantium whispers, finishing for Glossomania, "We're not gods. We're dragons," "And scientists!" Glossomania supplies, "So it's only natural we ask the opinion of our beloved deities for the sake of peer review! Please, Kishna. Will you accept our offering and help us answer the big question? Does the Plaguebringer consider this [i]life[/i]?"

@Snek


Your question is: Was what happened to my original clan really my doing?

The answer to your question is: Ah, my daughter, you are blessed. Mother speaks of a life of struggle and triumph, change and growth. Truly, you walk a worthy path. Your clan, I see, was also blessed. Touched by Mother deep in her Sister's lands and found worthy. Your clan survived, and was the stronger for it, but taking that as your due is blasphemy. Do not claim as your own what is Mother's gift to give, or that of her Left Hand, and be satisfied that she has entrusted you with her Blessings as you walk other lands.

@Tynethyne


Your question is: Did I do right?

The answer to your question is: Mother sees you, daughter, you who have added to Her ranks. She sees you, but She fears that you do not see Her. Mother's wishes for us are simple: to struggle, to survive, to grow. She has no interest in Right or Wrong. She is not Lightweaver to categorize the world in such a way. Ask instead, do I thrive? Does Plague thrive through me? Do I spread Her Blessings outward in an ever multiplying hoard? You know the answer to this already, I think. Do not doubt, do not question, do.

@tulmultuous [quote]Apoxia flips a skull from the offering onto the tattered silk before her, examining it with her strange pale eyes. It sits amid her other bones for a stretching moment of stillness. Until she gathers the silk abruptly and gives it three solid shakes. [/quote] [b]Your Dragon's Question:[/b] General reading When the bones have stopped clattering together and another long beat of silence has passed she lets the silk fall, bones scattering just so across the fabric. Her claws scoop all but the skull and three bones touching it away. Her claws trace the round arch of a Fae eye socket in a shattered skull, pale eyes fixed on it. "You traveled to reach this place. But this is only the first step in a longer journey. A much longer journey. See this? Snappers are always on their way somewhere." She taps a broad Snapper's tooth then a chunk of ribbed horn that could only come from a Guardian. "Mother will grant you protection though - in some form or other. Keep your eyes out for that. And good luck I suppose, or good travels." [b]Future[/b] a partial Fae skull with one eye socket representing Pertho [i]“At least my future”[/i] [b]Protection[/b] the broken-off tip of Guardian’s horn representing Thurisaz [i]“At worst can be thrown it at an attacker”[/i] [b]Journey[/b] a Snapper’s tooth representing Raido [i]“Their journey only ends one way.” [/i]

@myriadofstars
Apoxia snorts, then laughs aloud at the reading. She covers her mouth with her claws until she can stop. “Ah, I’m not laughing at you, no. It’s that Mother has such a sense of humor sometimes. This is a good example.”

“This is trust and wisdom, and female.” Her claws tap a Skydancer’s sternum, an Imperial’s finger bone, and a Spiral’s thin and delicate hipbone, broken from the rest of the pelvis. It doesn’t quite set her off again. But it’s a near thing and she shakes her head until the urge passes. She lifts her head, pales eyes shining with her amusement. “I am not the female in question. You know others, yes? Wise females in your clan? Mother says to ask them. They can answer your questions and are only waiting to be asked. Perhaps one in particular?”

Trust the cracked sternum of a Skydancer representing Ehwaz “Perhaps there is such a thing as trusting too much.”
Wisdom an Imperial’s fingerbone Ansuz “The wisdom of the gods imbued in them.”
Female a portion of a Spiral’s hipbone representing Mannuz “The real first nest.”