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----- [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3079103/99#post_51083891]Previous[/url][/center] ----- [center][b][u]Day 115: Beast of the Abyss[/u][/b] [item=bluelight chipskink tail] Sentence: Writing[/center] ----- [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/74443402][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=74443402&skin=0&apparel=42679,3689,6027,3642,6034,3640&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] Rain was falling heavily, symbolizing that the elemental flow of water was as it should be, despite the continued disappearance of the Tidelord. Fenrir hoped that the missing god would not impact the ability to restore his shrine, especially if it seemed the deities restored them themselves when they found a worthy champion in their midst. Perhaps soon Fenrir should put out an ad for blacksmiths, if his theory was right and the Flamecaller would be the one to return next. But such experiments could wait. There were bigger things to worry about. Months had passed since his siblings' eggs had been stolen, long enough that if they had indeed made it to their hatch date, they would be fully grown by now. Iris's children were the perfect model of that, all of them had grown up well. Not that the clan had stopped looking. It seemed the plague 'aberration' Niclas had been talking about continuously moved camps. Though whether this was out of necessity from being aware of the search parties continuously being sent out, or a innate need to be nomadic, like mirrors, he did now know. The scouts had frequently returned with news of traces of a plague camp, including diseased plant life and bones leftover from meals, so they were clearly in the area. They just were good at staying out of sight. Of course, that was not all that kept Fenrir busy. He and Crevasse had grown to be more than friends, and just as they were figuring out their relationship, the increased flow of water elemental magic brought and egg to the shrine. The two of them now had a bouncing baby girl, Umberlee. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72779767][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=72779767&skin=0&apparel=42698,30550,5159,2318,35010,26941&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77583539][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=151&bodygene=0&breed=3&element=4&eyetype=0&gender=1&tert=91&tertgene=0&winggene=0&wings=34&auth=d888877d7a154586434e6f3e11dd0449d40ad15c&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url][/center] "There you are!" Crevasse said, walking up to his boyfriend. Next to him, a smaller mirror bounded along, eyes a brilliant blue and scales are dark the the abyss itself. "Umberlee just woke up from her nap and was wondering if Cavador was coming over to play at all today." "Bonefury and Balance are dropping by with him later, although we may need to put the playdates on hold until later, or monitor them with extreme caution," Fenrir said sadly. "I don't want to have to keep them from each other, but Balance came to me earlier. It seems she is concerned that she has passed the Shade onto him. She and Bonefury have both observed strange wisps around him, and apparently Bonefury watched him do some [i]bizarre[/i] things to a mouse that I won't go into the details of in front of 'Lee. They'll be by any minute." Just as soon as the words had left his mouth, he caught sight of the family making their way towards the shrine. Upon catching sight of the three of them in the shrine, they changed course and flew up to join their friends. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76057651][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=76057651&skin=23306&apparel=26942,491&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/75593891][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=75593891&skin=0&apparel=552,1867,448,6030,38288&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77630505][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=18&bodygene=14&breed=7&element=10&eyetype=1&gender=0&tert=68&tertgene=20&winggene=24&wings=72&auth=06c98e825b61422f406e5ceda5c75aeda39aafe7&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url][/center] While Bonefury and Balance were both good friends, neither of them had ever talked about the possibility of romance before Cavador happened, so they found a good platonic co-parenting relationship. Sometimes they lived together, and other times apart, though Cavador was always with either one or the other, and they both spent equal time with him. "Umbalee!!!" Cavador yelled in excitement as he saw his friend, rushing towards her to give her a big hug. The mirror hatchling to the edge of the ledge, clearly wanting to fly to meet her friend. However, as a more land-bound breed, she had not picked up the skill of flying as fast as her friend had, especially considering she seemed to prefer playing in the water than the air. Fenrir rushed to catch her before she tumbled out, but Crevasse beat her to it. "We're going to have to practice more before you can fly without me or Papa," Crevasse lightly reminded her, setting her back down. Before she could respond, the small spiral barrelled into her, knocking her over. Umberlee squealed in excitement, and began wrestling playfully with him, each trying to get the upper hand. Umberlee had the strength and size, but Cavador was nimble, meaning they were fairly evenly matched. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/74189287][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=74189287&skin=0&apparel=12900,12903,12917,12914,12928,12935&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] "Fenrir! Crevasse!" A voice sounded down the stone hall of the shrine. Fenrir turned to see Niclas flying towards them. "You have to come now! We found were Bubo and the kids are!" ----- [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3079103/100#post_51095054]Next[/url][/center] ----- [center]@Drachenschwinge @Dynami @Leopardmask @Sabariel @BarbaraFett @Disillusionist @Dakala @Wufflesnuff @Tirtouga678 @chippertowns @Aetherstorm @MisterMylez @cartographic @Calyrex @Gender @feleathion @queerkestrel @catmeow1 @Khyriana @CleverTrick @brandonjui @Crescentstar711 @sedge122 @Brasil @Lixue @DiamondDogg @GraceShelby1031 @VeniVidiVici @Jaspernoir @Glitchtrap @GingaSnap @aquaberyl @Pocketdog @lunarkismet[/center] ----- There we are, that's all the new kiddos introduced! I'm thinking I might have Fenrir and Crevasse care for all the elemental festival eggs I hatch because I might want them to be linked to the shrine, but I haven't fully decided yet. Also, I forgot to mention last chapter, but one of Iris's kiddos failed the coin flip, so if anyone wants her you have until 23:59 FR Time tomorrow (April 29) to claim her before I exalt her. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77468633][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/774687/77468633_350.png[/img][/url][/center]


Day 115: Beast of the Abyss
Bluelight Chipskink Tail
Sentence: Writing

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Rain was falling heavily, symbolizing that the elemental flow of water was as it should be, despite the continued disappearance of the Tidelord. Fenrir hoped that the missing god would not impact the ability to restore his shrine, especially if it seemed the deities restored them themselves when they found a worthy champion in their midst.

Perhaps soon Fenrir should put out an ad for blacksmiths, if his theory was right and the Flamecaller would be the one to return next. But such experiments could wait. There were bigger things to worry about.

Months had passed since his siblings' eggs had been stolen, long enough that if they had indeed made it to their hatch date, they would be fully grown by now. Iris's children were the perfect model of that, all of them had grown up well. Not that the clan had stopped looking. It seemed the plague 'aberration' Niclas had been talking about continuously moved camps. Though whether this was out of necessity from being aware of the search parties continuously being sent out, or a innate need to be nomadic, like mirrors, he did now know. The scouts had frequently returned with news of traces of a plague camp, including diseased plant life and bones leftover from meals, so they were clearly in the area. They just were good at staying out of sight.

Of course, that was not all that kept Fenrir busy. He and Crevasse had grown to be more than friends, and just as they were figuring out their relationship, the increased flow of water elemental magic brought and egg to the shrine. The two of them now had a bouncing baby girl, Umberlee.
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"There you are!" Crevasse said, walking up to his boyfriend. Next to him, a smaller mirror bounded along, eyes a brilliant blue and scales are dark the the abyss itself. "Umberlee just woke up from her nap and was wondering if Cavador was coming over to play at all today."

"Bonefury and Balance are dropping by with him later, although we may need to put the playdates on hold until later, or monitor them with extreme caution," Fenrir said sadly. "I don't want to have to keep them from each other, but Balance came to me earlier. It seems she is concerned that she has passed the Shade onto him. She and Bonefury have both observed strange wisps around him, and apparently Bonefury watched him do some bizarre things to a mouse that I won't go into the details of in front of 'Lee. They'll be by any minute."

Just as soon as the words had left his mouth, he caught sight of the family making their way towards the shrine. Upon catching sight of the three of them in the shrine, they changed course and flew up to join their friends.
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While Bonefury and Balance were both good friends, neither of them had ever talked about the possibility of romance before Cavador happened, so they found a good platonic co-parenting relationship. Sometimes they lived together, and other times apart, though Cavador was always with either one or the other, and they both spent equal time with him.

"Umbalee!!!" Cavador yelled in excitement as he saw his friend, rushing towards her to give her a big hug.

The mirror hatchling to the edge of the ledge, clearly wanting to fly to meet her friend. However, as a more land-bound breed, she had not picked up the skill of flying as fast as her friend had, especially considering she seemed to prefer playing in the water than the air. Fenrir rushed to catch her before she tumbled out, but Crevasse beat her to it.

"We're going to have to practice more before you can fly without me or Papa," Crevasse lightly reminded her, setting her back down.

Before she could respond, the small spiral barrelled into her, knocking her over. Umberlee squealed in excitement, and began wrestling playfully with him, each trying to get the upper hand. Umberlee had the strength and size, but Cavador was nimble, meaning they were fairly evenly matched.
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"Fenrir! Crevasse!" A voice sounded down the stone hall of the shrine. Fenrir turned to see Niclas flying towards them. "You have to come now! We found were Bubo and the kids are!"


There we are, that's all the new kiddos introduced! I'm thinking I might have Fenrir and Crevasse care for all the elemental festival eggs I hatch because I might want them to be linked to the shrine, but I haven't fully decided yet.

Also, I forgot to mention last chapter, but one of Iris's kiddos failed the coin flip, so if anyone wants her you have until 23:59 FR Time tomorrow (April 29) to claim her before I exalt her.
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I'd be interested in taking Chloe!
I'd be interested in taking Chloe!
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Woof, the Tidelord's disappearance! I winced a bit when I saw that it would take him more [i]years[/i] to return. I was hoping to incorporate his comeback into some lore of mine. Ah, well~ At least there's some happier stuff to read about here. Congrats on the new babies! [emoji=guardian laughing] Umberlee is really cute (lovely name, too!), and oops, it looks like Cavador might be a real handful once he's grown. For anyone thinking about adopting Iris' kid, I humbly offer some scries. xD [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/scrying/predict?breed=9&gender=1&age=1&bodygene=82&body=29&winggene=24&wings=163&tertgene=24&tert=116&element=10&eyetype=8][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=29&bodygene=82&breed=9&element=10&eyetype=8&gender=1&tert=116&tertgene=24&winggene=24&wings=163&auth=ce5b55a51e153b85e734251c9834c5d69f173d55&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/scrying/predict?breed=15&gender=1&age=1&bodygene=15&body=29&winggene=42&wings=163&tertgene=22&tert=116&element=10&eyetype=0][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=29&bodygene=15&breed=15&element=10&eyetype=0&gender=1&tert=116&tertgene=22&winggene=42&wings=163&auth=b9aa98fa1e8a132703e9b33e8ece00683521e577&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/scrying/predict?breed=13&gender=1&age=1&bodygene=42&body=29&winggene=12&wings=163&tertgene=14&tert=116&element=10&eyetype=0][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=29&bodygene=42&breed=13&element=10&eyetype=0&gender=1&tert=116&tertgene=14&winggene=12&wings=163&auth=b480a87141a8bb27d119bbf3eaa903f12042ba0c&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url]
Woof, the Tidelord's disappearance! I winced a bit when I saw that it would take him more years to return. I was hoping to incorporate his comeback into some lore of mine. Ah, well~

At least there's some happier stuff to read about here. Congrats on the new babies! Umberlee is really cute (lovely name, too!), and oops, it looks like Cavador might be a real handful once he's grown.

For anyone thinking about adopting Iris' kid, I humbly offer some scries. xD
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@Pocketdog

Awesome!!! Sending her over now!!!

@Disillusionist

Yeah, I'm very excited for adventure/campaign mode when they build it though!!! And I think I'm used to the Tidelord's disappearance because when I was in wind we were concerned that the Windsinger had gotten himself lost in the wyrmwound because the last we heard of him was him saying he was gonna go visit. Then we didn't hear from him for years until BotE.

Thank you!!! I'm very excited for both of them! The gene plans I have for Umberlee really make her look like she is underwater...
@Pocketdog

Awesome!!! Sending her over now!!!

@Disillusionist

Yeah, I'm very excited for adventure/campaign mode when they build it though!!! And I think I'm used to the Tidelord's disappearance because when I was in wind we were concerned that the Windsinger had gotten himself lost in the wyrmwound because the last we heard of him was him saying he was gonna go visit. Then we didn't hear from him for years until BotE.

Thank you!!! I'm very excited for both of them! The gene plans I have for Umberlee really make her look like she is underwater...
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----- [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3079103/100#post_51090877]Previous[/url][/center] ----- [center][b][u]Day 116: Siren's Shell[/u][/b] [item=discipline] Sentence: Death Streak Roll[/center] ----- [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/73734606][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=73734606&skin=0&apparel=42930,30204,30205,21803,21804,21809,42932,21806&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/74014996][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=2658003&skin=0&apparel=23290,28150,24519&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/37364871][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=37364871&skin=0&apparel=27355,18030,37385,25797,25793,25792,25794,1748&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] In the end, they had decided to send a small group to try to make contact with the lost children. After all, who knew how march harm the aberration meant if all three children were still alive and well? Sage and Burns went, as the parents, and Adriel had been invited along for an extra layer of back-up if things turned south. "I can't believe we're actually going to be meeting them," Sage said, moving as fast as her legs could carry her. "I mean, I always had hope, but still, underneath it all, there was a part of me that assumed-" "Just don't get your hopes up too much," Burns warned. "We don't know if they'll want to see us. They may not even know they have other parents out there. If this is with Marmara, we can't rule out brainwashing. We'll have to take things slow." "I'm done with slow!" Sage snapped. "Do you know how many years I've been waiting around on my own? I'm done with sitting still not doing anything." Then, seeing the horrified look on Burns face, she realized who she was talking to. "Sorry, I'm just stressed. I know you could be right, I just don't want you to be." "Neither do I," Burns agreed. "I hope I'm wrong." "Regardless of the situation," Adriel piped up. "There's nothing a little charisma and negotiation can't fix. And, worst comes to worst, there's always tea." "Adriel, I love you, but you are not poisoning my kids. Ever. I don't care if they want to kill me, you can never poison my children," Sage growled, turning her gaze on her friend. "But the kidnapper is fair game, yes?" Adriel asked. "Assuming he refuses to negotiate, it's always an option," Burns confirmed. The trio walked in silence for the next while, following the path the scouts had described to them. Soon, they began to see signs of plague influence. Diseased and dying plant life drooped around them, and bones were scattered on the ground. As they drew deeper, they even found little pustules growing from the ground. There was a sort of beauty in it, Sage had to admit. After all, this was what they were fighting for, weren't they? The ability for all dragons to embrace their own culture no matter where they were living? "I know what Niclas explained to us about why Marmara hired Bubo for this," Burns observed. "But I don't know how someone so repulsed by-" [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77458480][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=77458480&skin=0&apparel=14887,15271,32044,18813,18809&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence. A large guardian was blocking their path - young, but fully grown. The pattern of her jaguar scales was familiar, and she was covered in evidence of an active gembond infection. She was undeniably one of the lost kids, though Sage was stopped by the fury on her face. Surely she could not harbour such hatred for a dragon she had never met. "Leave," The guardian said, narrowing her eyes through the lion skin she wore as a mask. "We don't take kindly to intruders here." "We just want to talk," Sage explained. "We're from a nearby clan, and we mean you no harm. We aren't here to disturb your way of life, we just want to get to know you. You see, we lost three eggs, and we have reason to believe-" "You are no mother to me, the only parent I know is my father, Bubo," the guardian spat. "Now leave, before I tear you to shreds for trespassing. We've had enough trouble from your kind." "What do you mean?" Sage felt her heart breaking. "What do you mean, my kind?" "Nature dragons," the guardian wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Every nature born dragon I've met has tried to drive me and my family out. We won't let anyone tell us how to live our lives, and no one can tell us that it is impure." "Of course, I understand," Burns nodded in respect, stepping back. "We will accept your boundaries. We apologize for intruding." "What? Just like that?" Sage asked, taken aback. Her children were alive, one of them was standing in front of her, and they were just going to leave like that? "We'll get nowhere like this," Burns warned. "I have been chased away by nature extremists enough to know why they are being cautious here. Best we can do right now is show them we respect their boundaries." "See? The bogsneak gets it. Now go." The guardian snarled. "I won't tell you again, and my claws are sharp." "I don't doubt it for a second," Adriel whistled in appreciation. "We wish you a fine afternoon." And with that, the trio left, Sage somehow finding herself even more heartbroken than she had been before. [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/f1526f49c21fb590bee11d09e7a05273/f97fee097906a63c-1b/s540x810/4554ac37d6579876f2dede97d4dda887007b85b2.png[/img][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72197038][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=72197038&skin=0&apparel=17882,26274,20610,20608,20606,20611&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76817292][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=76817292&skin=0&apparel=20842,28782,28783,28784,28785,28786,28787,28788&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] "Circe, do you know when your brother will be back? We were planning on setting out at dawn, and the sun has almost risen," Finnath asked her daughter. The pearlcatcher did not even look up as she responded. "He had important business to attend to last night," she shrugged. "He wouldn't tell me where we was going, he likes to keep his secrets. I respect that. I like to keep mine too." [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76685600][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=76685600&skin=0&apparel=1704,1629,6027,6031,10369&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] Oregano looked up from where he was cleaning the deck of the ship, having overheard the conversation. "I could look for him if you like, I'm almost done this deck and I can get around faster, tight spaces and all." "Thank you, Oregano. I would appreciate that. We don't need Claude to know his son is missing if we can help it, he has too much on his plate. Don't worry about the deck, I'll finish it while you search." Oregano nodded enthusiastically and darted out into the city below. The temperature was warm, just how he liked it. He would love to live in a place like this someday. Though not just a life among these streets. Somewhere fancy, where he had a lot of space to himself. A place he could relax and not have to worry about a thing because he'd have all the money in the world to fix whatever he wanted. That was one of the reasons he had asked for a job aboard the ship, though the sense of adventure was addicting. If he imagined hard enough, he could pretend he was hunting down a wanted criminal who had made off with his stuff, or a lost prince who needed returning, or maybe even a corrupt noble who needed punishing at the hands of someone who was already a criminal. He got so lost in his daydream, he lost track of where he was going. He wandered the streets aimlessly, dipping in and out of his imagined scenarios, each more exciting from the last. Oh, the life he would live someday! As he slipped down yet another alleyway, something jolted him out of his dreaming. A large pearl, clearly that belonging to a pearlcatcher, had rolled between some barrels. From what he knew from being on a crew with so many pearlcatchers, he knew that it was not a good sign to find a pearl without a pearlcatcher. Some poor soul much have lost it, and would be looking desperately for it. It was then he saw it. The sight almost caused him to drop the pearl again, though he was able to deftly catch it once more. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen George fight, and talk. Of all the dragons he would have predicted being mugged and killed in an alleyway, it was not him. But yet, here was the body lying on the ground before him, eyes glassy and fixed on nothing. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76817294][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=76817294&skin=0&apparel=270,13777,13793,13801,13809,13817,15271,13841&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] "Mamma Mia, George, what did you get yourself into?" Oregano mumbled. "Oh, the captain is not going to like this." ----- [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3079103/101#post_51102190]Next[/url][/center] ----- [center]@Drachenschwinge @Dynami @Leopardmask @Sabariel @BarbaraFett @Disillusionist @Dakala @Wufflesnuff @Tirtouga678 @chippertowns @Aetherstorm @MisterMylez @cartographic @Calyrex @Gender @feleathion @queerkestrel @catmeow1 @Khyriana @CleverTrick @brandonjui @Crescentstar711 @sedge122 @Brasil @Lixue @DiamondDogg @GraceShelby1031 @VeniVidiVici @Jaspernoir @Glitchtrap @GingaSnap @aquaberyl @Pocketdog @lunarkismet[/center] ----- Dun, dun, dun! I laid out the chapters so that we could have the meeting with Bubo and/or the kids on the death streak day so I could have things go sour if anyone died, but then George took the hit. I had already decided the pirates were off travelling, and even if he was home, George would not be one to join the group going to meet them, so I had to add a second part. It was him (level 1), Flint (level 7) and Balance (level 5) in the death streak, and seeing as he was level 1 in the Scorched Forest, he fell almost instantly. Nothing I could have done would have saved him. Also I specifically chose the title as a reference to George's impending death... seeing as he inherited Tyrian's siren abilities. If anyone wants to keep George, [b]you have until 23:59 FR Time on Saturday, April 30th to claim him before I exalt him.[/b]


Day 116: Siren's Shell
Discipline
Sentence: Death Streak Roll

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In the end, they had decided to send a small group to try to make contact with the lost children. After all, who knew how march harm the aberration meant if all three children were still alive and well? Sage and Burns went, as the parents, and Adriel had been invited along for an extra layer of back-up if things turned south.

"I can't believe we're actually going to be meeting them," Sage said, moving as fast as her legs could carry her. "I mean, I always had hope, but still, underneath it all, there was a part of me that assumed-"

"Just don't get your hopes up too much," Burns warned. "We don't know if they'll want to see us. They may not even know they have other parents out there. If this is with Marmara, we can't rule out brainwashing. We'll have to take things slow."

"I'm done with slow!" Sage snapped. "Do you know how many years I've been waiting around on my own? I'm done with sitting still not doing anything." Then, seeing the horrified look on Burns face, she realized who she was talking to. "Sorry, I'm just stressed. I know you could be right, I just don't want you to be."

"Neither do I," Burns agreed. "I hope I'm wrong."

"Regardless of the situation," Adriel piped up. "There's nothing a little charisma and negotiation can't fix. And, worst comes to worst, there's always tea."

"Adriel, I love you, but you are not poisoning my kids. Ever. I don't care if they want to kill me, you can never poison my children," Sage growled, turning her gaze on her friend.

"But the kidnapper is fair game, yes?" Adriel asked.

"Assuming he refuses to negotiate, it's always an option," Burns confirmed.

The trio walked in silence for the next while, following the path the scouts had described to them. Soon, they began to see signs of plague influence. Diseased and dying plant life drooped around them, and bones were scattered on the ground. As they drew deeper, they even found little pustules growing from the ground.

There was a sort of beauty in it, Sage had to admit. After all, this was what they were fighting for, weren't they? The ability for all dragons to embrace their own culture no matter where they were living?

"I know what Niclas explained to us about why Marmara hired Bubo for this," Burns observed. "But I don't know how someone so repulsed by-"
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He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence. A large guardian was blocking their path - young, but fully grown. The pattern of her jaguar scales was familiar, and she was covered in evidence of an active gembond infection. She was undeniably one of the lost kids, though Sage was stopped by the fury on her face. Surely she could not harbour such hatred for a dragon she had never met.

"Leave," The guardian said, narrowing her eyes through the lion skin she wore as a mask. "We don't take kindly to intruders here."

"We just want to talk," Sage explained. "We're from a nearby clan, and we mean you no harm. We aren't here to disturb your way of life, we just want to get to know you. You see, we lost three eggs, and we have reason to believe-"

"You are no mother to me, the only parent I know is my father, Bubo," the guardian spat. "Now leave, before I tear you to shreds for trespassing. We've had enough trouble from your kind."

"What do you mean?" Sage felt her heart breaking. "What do you mean, my kind?"

"Nature dragons," the guardian wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Every nature born dragon I've met has tried to drive me and my family out. We won't let anyone tell us how to live our lives, and no one can tell us that it is impure."

"Of course, I understand," Burns nodded in respect, stepping back. "We will accept your boundaries. We apologize for intruding."

"What? Just like that?" Sage asked, taken aback. Her children were alive, one of them was standing in front of her, and they were just going to leave like that?

"We'll get nowhere like this," Burns warned. "I have been chased away by nature extremists enough to know why they are being cautious here. Best we can do right now is show them we respect their boundaries."

"See? The bogsneak gets it. Now go." The guardian snarled. "I won't tell you again, and my claws are sharp."

"I don't doubt it for a second," Adriel whistled in appreciation. "We wish you a fine afternoon."

And with that, the trio left, Sage somehow finding herself even more heartbroken than she had been before.

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"Circe, do you know when your brother will be back? We were planning on setting out at dawn, and the sun has almost risen," Finnath asked her daughter.

The pearlcatcher did not even look up as she responded. "He had important business to attend to last night," she shrugged. "He wouldn't tell me where we was going, he likes to keep his secrets. I respect that. I like to keep mine too."
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Oregano looked up from where he was cleaning the deck of the ship, having overheard the conversation. "I could look for him if you like, I'm almost done this deck and I can get around faster, tight spaces and all."

"Thank you, Oregano. I would appreciate that. We don't need Claude to know his son is missing if we can help it, he has too much on his plate. Don't worry about the deck, I'll finish it while you search."

Oregano nodded enthusiastically and darted out into the city below.

The temperature was warm, just how he liked it. He would love to live in a place like this someday. Though not just a life among these streets. Somewhere fancy, where he had a lot of space to himself. A place he could relax and not have to worry about a thing because he'd have all the money in the world to fix whatever he wanted. That was one of the reasons he had asked for a job aboard the ship, though the sense of adventure was addicting.

If he imagined hard enough, he could pretend he was hunting down a wanted criminal who had made off with his stuff, or a lost prince who needed returning, or maybe even a corrupt noble who needed punishing at the hands of someone who was already a criminal.

He got so lost in his daydream, he lost track of where he was going. He wandered the streets aimlessly, dipping in and out of his imagined scenarios, each more exciting from the last. Oh, the life he would live someday!

As he slipped down yet another alleyway, something jolted him out of his dreaming. A large pearl, clearly that belonging to a pearlcatcher, had rolled between some barrels. From what he knew from being on a crew with so many pearlcatchers, he knew that it was not a good sign to find a pearl without a pearlcatcher. Some poor soul much have lost it, and would be looking desperately for it.

It was then he saw it. The sight almost caused him to drop the pearl again, though he was able to deftly catch it once more.

At first, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen George fight, and talk. Of all the dragons he would have predicted being mugged and killed in an alleyway, it was not him. But yet, here was the body lying on the ground before him, eyes glassy and fixed on nothing.
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"Mamma Mia, George, what did you get yourself into?" Oregano mumbled. "Oh, the captain is not going to like this."


Dun, dun, dun! I laid out the chapters so that we could have the meeting with Bubo and/or the kids on the death streak day so I could have things go sour if anyone died, but then George took the hit. I had already decided the pirates were off travelling, and even if he was home, George would not be one to join the group going to meet them, so I had to add a second part. It was him (level 1), Flint (level 7) and Balance (level 5) in the death streak, and seeing as he was level 1 in the Scorched Forest, he fell almost instantly. Nothing I could have done would have saved him.

Also I specifically chose the title as a reference to George's impending death... seeing as he inherited Tyrian's siren abilities.

If anyone wants to keep George, you have until 23:59 FR Time on Saturday, April 30th to claim him before I exalt him.
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Oof, death streak! Wow, this chapter started out tense...though I do love Adriel's "worst comes to worst, there's always tea." Pleasant for those who don't know her, horrifying for those who do. The meeting with Bluebell was so sad, ouch. I feel so bad for Sage. And Oregano! That was genuinely chilling, having him wander around, daydreaming...only to notice the pearl...and then... [emoji=spiral scared] That said, I'm genuinely intrigued in how George died and wonder how that will get resolved, if ever. Was it just a random mugging turned sour? Some other black market dealer looking to thin the competition? Something Circe had something to do with? Especially with that pearl, hmm...
Oof, death streak! Wow, this chapter started out tense...though I do love Adriel's "worst comes to worst, there's always tea." Pleasant for those who don't know her, horrifying for those who do.

The meeting with Bluebell was so sad, ouch. I feel so bad for Sage. And Oregano! That was genuinely chilling, having him wander around, daydreaming...only to notice the pearl...and then...

That said, I'm genuinely intrigued in how George died and wonder how that will get resolved, if ever. Was it just a random mugging turned sour? Some other black market dealer looking to thin the competition? Something Circe had something to do with? Especially with that pearl, hmm...
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Adriel is always such a delight to write!

Definitely a very emotional and sad chapter for many reasons! It broke my heart to write both scenes, but they also make me very excited about the direction the story is going!

And as for the mystery of George's death, all will be revealed in time... This is not a situation I plan on leaving unexplained forever.
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Adriel is always such a delight to write!

Definitely a very emotional and sad chapter for many reasons! It broke my heart to write both scenes, but they also make me very excited about the direction the story is going!

And as for the mystery of George's death, all will be revealed in time... This is not a situation I plan on leaving unexplained forever.
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Congrats on hitting 100 pages! I've missed a couple pings because of WaveSat, getting caught up this morning and oooof, right in the feels -like always!
Congrats on hitting 100 pages! I've missed a couple pings because of WaveSat, getting caught up this morning and oooof, right in the feels -like always!
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Oh wow rip George, didn't expect that at all!

He never even met his Kiddos. And Sage being sad is heartbreaking ;; I can't wait to see how the story progresses
Oh wow rip George, didn't expect that at all!

He never even met his Kiddos. And Sage being sad is heartbreaking ;; I can't wait to see how the story progresses
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Thank you!!! And yeah, the latest chapter is particularly full of feels.

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George really puts the 'dead' in 'deadbeat.' (Sorry, I couldn't help myself).
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Thank you!!! And yeah, the latest chapter is particularly full of feels.

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George really puts the 'dead' in 'deadbeat.' (Sorry, I couldn't help myself).
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