[color=#666666]if you're interested in a soundtrack to listen to while you read, might i recommend some ambient mega-jams by [url=https://rone-music.bandcamp.com/track/vood-oo]Rone[/url]! seriously, it's what i was listening to as i wrote this :D[/color]
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[center][color=#333333][font=Garamond][color=#EC0089]Arcane[/color] > [color=#E8AF49][b]Light[/b][/color] > Lightning > Fire > Ice > Wind > Water > Plague > Shadow > Nature > Earth[/font][/color][/center]
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[center][size=4][b]NOTICE TO ALL TRUE DWELLERS[/b][/size][/center]
Deep inside the Wayfinders’ Sanctuary, between the protective claws of two great pink spires, past the dwellers’ dens and the familiars’ holds, beyond the Workshop and behind the Archive, surrounded by meter-thick walls of metal impervious to force and magic alike—deep in the very heart of the Sanctuary, there is a room.
There is only one entrance into this room; a sturdy door protected by an intricate triple lock. It was thought that nobody but the Sanctuary’s esteemed Matron-Reverent could enter. In her infinite wisdom as the most ancient and learned of Wayfinders, she was entrusted the only key. Yet, five days ago, the Matron-Reverent was slain, and the key stolen.
Five days ago, the Queenmother’s Keep was opened for the first time in centuries, and its contents were emptied.
The thieves are known to us. Our best hunters have been dispatched. Do not mourn your friends from Clawdaunt Convent. Justice will be wrought swiftly upon their hides.
Let this not distract you from your work.
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[nextcol][center][size=6][font=Century Gothic][color=#D1B300]DAY ZERO[/size][/font]
[color=#666666][i]O Light! Those crumbling ruins shall not speak,
if rev’rent tread the path of ancient greed,
what ancient crack’ed fragment do you seek?
whence noble edifice might hist’ry bleed?
~ Teachings of the Huntress[/i][/color]
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[center][size=4]Dante[/size][/center]
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[nextcol][i]I shall admit this outright. I have no sentimentality for Arcane territory, though it has been more than hospitable to me. I was not born there—though, I harbor no particular affection for my birthplace, either.
The anxiety of the Isles-born dragons here seems contagious. Though I have confidence in our Head Magus that our pursuers shall not find us here, my Arcane fellows find travel across a strange flight’s border… overwhelming. I can feel compassion, though not empathy for their fear. When flight allegiance is embedded in one’s bones, it can be difficult to shake the notion that being far from home is dangerous, even deadly.
But I have found the exercise quite… enlightening, if you’ll pardon the pun, and I hope the others come around to it.[/i]
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[center][size=4]Miasma[/size][/center]
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[nextcol][i]All the gods curse you, Dewey!!
I shouldn’t speak badly of a fellow Wayfinder, but the way he tends towards damaging himself without even realizing it is grinding on my nerves! At this pace he’ll be complaining of wing-bare before he’s aged half a century and I’ll have no choice but to ask that accursed Alchemist to cook him up some prosthetic feathers!
Oh… I can’t stay mad at him. It’s just that cockiness of his… his and Dante’s… like they cannot understand why I’m so hesitant about this. I have no choice, of course. Like the rest of us, I’ll do what the Head Magus says is best. Perhaps I miss the comfort of my home. It’s so… barren here. From this high up, there is nothing but white, flat… Light. And of course, everyone else has done this all before. Traveled across borders, I mean. I am the only Wayfinder who was born under the Arcanist.
Well, aside from Vera. But she’s in such a sour mood I can’t be in the same room as her.
Alright, I’m angry! Me and my temper and my big fat mouth. It’s just nice to have another coatl around to shout at. But someone has to go change his bandages.[/i]
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[center][size=4]Arrosa[/size][/center]
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[nextcol][i]This land, where the Huntress was born, is on the opposite coast from my beloved homeland. The land is sun-bleached and barren. Dragons could go mad here from the sheer radiance of their surroundings. For a child of the Lightweaver, walking in shadows must be like traveling under the new moon.
We have been promised a landing early tomorrow morning. As the Archivist, it is my duty to document the happenings of the day. I’m sure Dante and Magus Emi will share dozens of befuddling quotations for me to source.
It is late. I write this by candlelight, though I should not strain my eyes before tomorrow. I can already feel the air, stone-dry though the coast is not far away. My familiar is anxious, too; I can hear the humming of her wings from here as she flits about the greenhouse. I should order her to sleep; I should sleep, myself. But I can’t will my eyes to close.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day.[/i]
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if you're interested in a soundtrack to listen to while you read, might i recommend some ambient mega-jams by Rone! seriously, it's what i was listening to as i wrote this :D
Deep inside the Wayfinders’ Sanctuary, between the protective claws of two great pink spires, past the dwellers’ dens and the familiars’ holds, beyond the Workshop and behind the Archive, surrounded by meter-thick walls of metal impervious to force and magic alike—deep in the very heart of the Sanctuary, there is a room.
There is only one entrance into this room; a sturdy door protected by an intricate triple lock. It was thought that nobody but the Sanctuary’s esteemed Matron-Reverent could enter. In her infinite wisdom as the most ancient and learned of Wayfinders, she was entrusted the only key. Yet, five days ago, the Matron-Reverent was slain, and the key stolen.
Five days ago, the Queenmother’s Keep was opened for the first time in centuries, and its contents were emptied.
The thieves are known to us. Our best hunters have been dispatched. Do not mourn your friends from Clawdaunt Convent. Justice will be wrought swiftly upon their hides.
Let this not distract you from your work.
DAY ZERO
O Light! Those crumbling ruins shall not speak,
if rev’rent tread the path of ancient greed,
what ancient crack’ed fragment do you seek?
whence noble edifice might hist’ry bleed?
~ Teachings of the Huntress __________________________________________________
Dante
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I shall admit this outright. I have no sentimentality for Arcane territory, though it has been more than hospitable to me. I was not born there—though, I harbor no particular affection for my birthplace, either.
The anxiety of the Isles-born dragons here seems contagious. Though I have confidence in our Head Magus that our pursuers shall not find us here, my Arcane fellows find travel across a strange flight’s border… overwhelming. I can feel compassion, though not empathy for their fear. When flight allegiance is embedded in one’s bones, it can be difficult to shake the notion that being far from home is dangerous, even deadly.
But I have found the exercise quite… enlightening, if you’ll pardon the pun, and I hope the others come around to it.
Sap
Ability Stone
A low damage bite attack that drains a small amount of health from the target and returns it to the caster.
550
Required Level: 3
Miasma
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All the gods curse you, Dewey!!
I shouldn’t speak badly of a fellow Wayfinder, but the way he tends towards damaging himself without even realizing it is grinding on my nerves! At this pace he’ll be complaining of wing-bare before he’s aged half a century and I’ll have no choice but to ask that accursed Alchemist to cook him up some prosthetic feathers!
Oh… I can’t stay mad at him. It’s just that cockiness of his… his and Dante’s… like they cannot understand why I’m so hesitant about this. I have no choice, of course. Like the rest of us, I’ll do what the Head Magus says is best. Perhaps I miss the comfort of my home. It’s so… barren here. From this high up, there is nothing but white, flat… Light. And of course, everyone else has done this all before. Traveled across borders, I mean. I am the only Wayfinder who was born under the Arcanist.
Well, aside from Vera. But she’s in such a sour mood I can’t be in the same room as her.
Alright, I’m angry! Me and my temper and my big fat mouth. It’s just nice to have another coatl around to shout at. But someone has to go change his bandages.
Bloody Wing Bandages
Apparel
Strips of white material cut so that they may easily wrap around a dragons winglimbs. They are tattered and bloody from dressing wounds.
800
Arrosa
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This land, where the Huntress was born, is on the opposite coast from my beloved homeland. The land is sun-bleached and barren. Dragons could go mad here from the sheer radiance of their surroundings. For a child of the Lightweaver, walking in shadows must be like traveling under the new moon.
We have been promised a landing early tomorrow morning. As the Archivist, it is my duty to document the happenings of the day. I’m sure Dante and Magus Emi will share dozens of befuddling quotations for me to source.
It is late. I write this by candlelight, though I should not strain my eyes before tomorrow. I can already feel the air, stone-dry though the coast is not far away. My familiar is anxious, too; I can hear the humming of her wings from here as she flits about the greenhouse. I should order her to sleep; I should sleep, myself. But I can’t will my eyes to close.
Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
Empty Inkwell
Trinkets
A darkened glass bottle that once held ink. There are remnants of fluid crusted on the bottom and rim.
80
________________ proud to be fr's most annoying apple enthusiast c r o n c h ________________
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[color=#666666][i]The dragons of [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2853596]the Clawdaunt Convent[/url] have placed one too many ambitious toes over the line. They've gotten their greedy little claws on a sacred gemstone and are fleeing across Sornieth from assassins heck-bent on not only getting their precious, one-of-a-kind artifact back, but getting violent revenge on the dragons who stole it. As the Convent escapes from the Starwood Isles, they spend massive sums of gems in entry fees to cross the borders of the territories they settle in—only to be found once more, forcing them again to take to the skies.[/i][/color][/center]
...so basically i invented lore to explain why i'm going to visit every flight ._.
i've seen a few other people attempting this, but not many. [s]probably because it costs an insane amount of money??[/s]
so here’s the plan: i will spend time in each flight. during my stay, i will:
+ write a heck ton of lore
+ complete at least one gene project
+ complete at least one breeding project
+ do any bonus challenges i come up with
+ participate in lots of dom activities, to thank the flight for hosting me! ;D
[b]Q:[/b] why are you like this?
[b]A:[/b] I DON'T KNOW
[b]Q:[/b] what's the motivation?
[b]A:[/b] each flight has different culture, aesthetic, and lore opportunities! i want to explore all of them and document my experiences!
[b]Q:[/b] have you ever considered making gems instead of spending them?
[b]A:[/b] next question please
[center][b]relevant links:[/b]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2853596]my lore[/url]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2855768]woefully unfinished projects thread[/url][/center]
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The dragons of the Clawdaunt Convent have placed one too many ambitious toes over the line. They've gotten their greedy little claws on a sacred gemstone and are fleeing across Sornieth from assassins heck-bent on not only getting their precious, one-of-a-kind artifact back, but getting violent revenge on the dragons who stole it. As the Convent escapes from the Starwood Isles, they spend massive sums of gems in entry fees to cross the borders of the territories they settle in—only to be found once more, forcing them again to take to the skies.
...so basically i invented lore to explain why i'm going to visit every flight ._.
i've seen a few other people attempting this, but not many. probably because it costs an insane amount of money??
so here’s the plan: i will spend time in each flight. during my stay, i will:
+ write a heck ton of lore
+ complete at least one gene project
+ complete at least one breeding project
+ do any bonus challenges i come up with
+ participate in lots of dom activities, to thank the flight for hosting me! ;D
Q: why are you like this? A: I DON'T KNOW
Q: what's the motivation? A: each flight has different culture, aesthetic, and lore opportunities! i want to explore all of them and document my experiences!
Q: have you ever considered making gems instead of spending them? A: next question please
________________ proud to be fr's most annoying apple enthusiast c r o n c h ________________
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[center][size=6][font=Century Gothic][color=#9C4975]FINAL DAY[/size][/font]
[color=#666666][i]Only the Wayfinders have been alerted to the true nature of our escape. Let us
consider our next move with some care. We shall convene again when the island is afloat.
~ Your Head Magus Kyr[/i][/color][/center]
[center][size=4]Vera[/size][/center]
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[nextcol][i]I have never been more angry at my father.
This needless felony, this impulsive dash to claim his Charge… it puts us all in danger. Is Ryker’s duty to his Convent or to himself? I can no longer tell which he holds closer to his heart. Evidence suggests he no longer values our standing. We are no longer the lifeblood of the Sanctuary.
Outcasts. We are outcasts.
How dare he![/i]
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[nextcol][i]I feel old injuries flaring under the strain of so much magic. Whatever the Head Magus is doing down there, it doesn’t sound good.
These earthquakes have been occurring more frequently as the days pass. Now when I hear the telltale rumble, I know to store my ink and whisk my notes out of harm’s way. It was only a week ago that the first tremors ruined a day’s worth of records… and that treasured letter…
Well, never mind that. Whatever is happening—and for the good of the Convent, I intend to find out!—all we can do about it now is wait and see.[/i]
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[nextcol][i]Something is happening! I’m not supposed to know but my clever little familiar finds secrets in all sorts of places. I knew I would not regret befriending Cosme even if she is very difficult to keep track of!
Cosme says this and I believe her despite her story sounding so far-fetched. She says the island has been transformed into a flying machine! Though certainly not overnight. This has been the Head Magus’ project for decades and she is finally preparing to test it out! I admit I have let the secret slip and now the laybearers’ den is a-rumbling with rumors. Some seem to think we are in trouble! But our fighters are the strongest there are, and our mages the most powerful. I have no fear of this fate.[/i]
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Only the Wayfinders have been alerted to the true nature of our escape. Let us
consider our next move with some care. We shall convene again when the island is afloat.
~ Your Head Magus Kyr
Vera
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I have never been more angry at my father.
This needless felony, this impulsive dash to claim his Charge… it puts us all in danger. Is Ryker’s duty to his Convent or to himself? I can no longer tell which he holds closer to his heart. Evidence suggests he no longer values our standing. We are no longer the lifeblood of the Sanctuary.
Outcasts. We are outcasts.
How dare he!
Rune Slash
Ability Stone
A magical slash of focused mana. Deals close-combat Arcane damage to one target. May only be used by arcane dragons.
500
Required Level: 5
Gavi
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I feel old injuries flaring under the strain of so much magic. Whatever the Head Magus is doing down there, it doesn’t sound good.
These earthquakes have been occurring more frequently as the days pass. Now when I hear the telltale rumble, I know to store my ink and whisk my notes out of harm’s way. It was only a week ago that the first tremors ruined a day’s worth of records… and that treasured letter…
Well, never mind that. Whatever is happening—and for the good of the Convent, I intend to find out!—all we can do about it now is wait and see.
Dreamwaker
Meat
The poisons this frog secretes can revive an unconscious dragon.
27
3
Azula
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Something is happening! I’m not supposed to know but my clever little familiar finds secrets in all sorts of places. I knew I would not regret befriending Cosme even if she is very difficult to keep track of!
Cosme says this and I believe her despite her story sounding so far-fetched. She says the island has been transformed into a flying machine! Though certainly not overnight. This has been the Head Magus’ project for decades and she is finally preparing to test it out! I admit I have let the secret slip and now the laybearers’ den is a-rumbling with rumors. Some seem to think we are in trouble! But our fighters are the strongest there are, and our mages the most powerful. I have no fear of this fate.
Juvenile Starsweeper
Familiar
A playful swirl of loosely bound aether and stardust.
250
________________ proud to be fr's most annoying apple enthusiast c r o n c h ________________
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