[center][b]Wednesday
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Khione thought for a while, and came up with the perfect idea. One dragon in her clan is a superstitious fellow who believed that praying to a deity would grant them the favor of the gods. He always kept a stash of deity statue familiars in hopes that he would one day be exalted and serve a deity as not just a regular dragon, but one with the [i]highest honors[/i] of any exalted dragon. The coatl decided she would set a statue replica of the fire deity on fire and see how he reacted.
It was rather easy to gain access to his sacred room of deities, which remained vacant for the moment. She carefully aligned a (stolen from the clan stash) Poryphry Flamecaller so that it was in the centre of the room, and set it on fire!!
Said dragon came in a while later and gawked at the burning statue, dropping his pile of elemental books. "I knew it!!! I knew the day would come at last. The deity of Fire has responded to my request, and has visited me in my humble home." He bowed reverently to the statue. "Mistress, allow me to serve you..."
His prayings and mumblings continued until nightfall, when other dragons in the clan complained about the smell from the smoke. A group of them found the source and put out the fire to many protests from the devout dragon.
Khione thought for a while, and came up with the perfect idea. One dragon in her clan is a superstitious fellow who believed that praying to a deity would grant them the favor of the gods. He always kept a stash of deity statue familiars in hopes that he would one day be exalted and serve a deity as not just a regular dragon, but one with the highest honors of any exalted dragon. The coatl decided she would set a statue replica of the fire deity on fire and see how he reacted.
It was rather easy to gain access to his sacred room of deities, which remained vacant for the moment. She carefully aligned a (stolen from the clan stash) Poryphry Flamecaller so that it was in the centre of the room, and set it on fire!!
Said dragon came in a while later and gawked at the burning statue, dropping his pile of elemental books. "I knew it!!! I knew the day would come at last. The deity of Fire has responded to my request, and has visited me in my humble home." He bowed reverently to the statue. "Mistress, allow me to serve you..."
His prayings and mumblings continued until nightfall, when other dragons in the clan complained about the smell from the smoke. A group of them found the source and put out the fire to many protests from the devout dragon.
[center][b]Wednesday[/b]
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Jinx stared at the firestarter. This was starting to go a little far for his taste. There were Fire dragons in the clan, and at least one or two probably had something Flamecaller-shaped around, but Jinx was more than a little concerned about the [i]blasphemy[/i] part. He had trained to be an ambassador and acolyte, someone who respected the gods - more the Shadowbinder than Flamecaller, and he wasn't even the assigned ambassador, but even so. He could try to frame Dusklight, the dragon who had taken what he had thought to be his rightful position, and cause strife... but his training really did influence him even now, and the idea of pitting flight representatives against each other didn't sit well with him at all. And it wasn't like the clan would suddenly turn against Dusklight, throw her out, AND name him the new ambassador to Shadow.
He snuck into a few lairs, anyway. Surely Singe or Rose would have something that might-
The pendant around his neck, more corporeal than he thought, bumped against a small statue on a pedestal.
[item=porphyry flamecaller]
Jinx just caught it - thank the Windsinger for quick Spiral reflexes - but the sudden action had extinguished a flame that had been lit and fed with some sort of oil inside.
Set fire to an effigy of the Flamecaller, eh?
Jinx put the statue back on its pedestal - backward, of course, for at least a tiny bit of poltergeist-y flair - and clicked the firestarter at the hollowed-out holes on the statue's neck. The flames leaped to life quickly, and burned as steadily as ever.
He left it there. Technically, he had done what was asked of him. The ghost surely couldn't complain about that.
Jinx stared at the firestarter. This was starting to go a little far for his taste. There were Fire dragons in the clan, and at least one or two probably had something Flamecaller-shaped around, but Jinx was more than a little concerned about the blasphemy part. He had trained to be an ambassador and acolyte, someone who respected the gods - more the Shadowbinder than Flamecaller, and he wasn't even the assigned ambassador, but even so. He could try to frame Dusklight, the dragon who had taken what he had thought to be his rightful position, and cause strife... but his training really did influence him even now, and the idea of pitting flight representatives against each other didn't sit well with him at all. And it wasn't like the clan would suddenly turn against Dusklight, throw her out, AND name him the new ambassador to Shadow.
He snuck into a few lairs, anyway. Surely Singe or Rose would have something that might-
The pendant around his neck, more corporeal than he thought, bumped against a small statue on a pedestal.
Porphyry Flamecaller
Familiar
A scalding statue, carved by the artisans of the Fire Flight. (Flameforger's Festival 2021 Holiday Item)
0
Jinx just caught it - thank the Windsinger for quick Spiral reflexes - but the sudden action had extinguished a flame that had been lit and fed with some sort of oil inside.
Set fire to an effigy of the Flamecaller, eh?
Jinx put the statue back on its pedestal - backward, of course, for at least a tiny bit of poltergeist-y flair - and clicked the firestarter at the hollowed-out holes on the statue's neck. The flames leaped to life quickly, and burned as steadily as ever.
He left it there. Technically, he had done what was asked of him. The ghost surely couldn't complain about that.
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This calls for a return to the attic. Surely there will be something up there to burn. Alexandrae plays a game of hot and cold for some time, rummaging in crates and tossing through piles of blankets and old apparel. Ghost flame tail jewel? Umberhoof hide? Some chunks of cracked amber... By the time she finds what she's looking for the place is a disaster. Good thing no one will know who made the mess! Does this count as vandalism, or breaking and entering? Whatever.
She considers the two items she's found. The terracotta flamecaller figurine is the most accurate representation, surely something you want in an effigy. But considering what she's seen at the clan's pottery... this thing has surely already been through intense flame. The stuffed dolly it is! Now to find somewhere to ignite it.
Leaving the flammable confines of the attic she heads outside to find a stony area without too many exposed roots to carry the smoulders into the surrounding forest. Right, now where did that firestarter go? She realizes far too late she's lost it somewhere in the jumble of the attic. A second challenge then.
She's drifting along the woodsy paths when she starts to smell something smokey. There's an odd aroma, old charcoal and hot dust, combined with something more disturbing. Turning a bend she realizes where she is. Ahead lies the shrine of the Saint of Flame, that horrible charred creature whose relic lies interred in the hollowed out stump of a lightning struck ancient tree.
She's not a fan of this creature, not at all. Their elements are at odds, and it makes her uneasy to be so close. However... arson is afoot this day. Serendipitous that she should come this way. Perhaps if she can just get close enough...
AHA! Drifting in on her ghostly wings she manages to just catch the tip of the puppet's tail alight on the flames of the Saint's halo. Quickly she darts out and drops the burning creation on the nearest patch of bare earth. Phew!
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This calls for a return to the attic. Surely there will be something up there to burn. Alexandrae plays a game of hot and cold for some time, rummaging in crates and tossing through piles of blankets and old apparel. Ghost flame tail jewel? Umberhoof hide? Some chunks of cracked amber... By the time she finds what she's looking for the place is a disaster. Good thing no one will know who made the mess! Does this count as vandalism, or breaking and entering? Whatever.
She considers the two items she's found. The terracotta flamecaller figurine is the most accurate representation, surely something you want in an effigy. But considering what she's seen at the clan's pottery... this thing has surely already been through intense flame. The stuffed dolly it is! Now to find somewhere to ignite it.
Leaving the flammable confines of the attic she heads outside to find a stony area without too many exposed roots to carry the smoulders into the surrounding forest. Right, now where did that firestarter go? She realizes far too late she's lost it somewhere in the jumble of the attic. A second challenge then.
She's drifting along the woodsy paths when she starts to smell something smokey. There's an odd aroma, old charcoal and hot dust, combined with something more disturbing. Turning a bend she realizes where she is. Ahead lies the shrine of the Saint of Flame, that horrible charred creature whose relic lies interred in the hollowed out stump of a lightning struck ancient tree.
She's not a fan of this creature, not at all. Their elements are at odds, and it makes her uneasy to be so close. However... arson is afoot this day. Serendipitous that she should come this way. Perhaps if she can just get close enough...
AHA! Drifting in on her ghostly wings she manages to just catch the tip of the puppet's tail alight on the flames of the Saint's halo. Quickly she darts out and drops the burning creation on the nearest patch of bare earth. Phew!
Smoldering Flamecaller Puppet
Trinkets
A crudely-fashioned stuffed doll that resembles the Flamecaller. It is falling apart at the seams and quite warm to the touch.
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Toothbrush visits the clan's hoard again, searching for something that could be effigy-like. Nothing sticks out, but then she gets an idea!
They are farmers. Well most of her clan members are, not Toothbrush, but she has seen the funny-looking scarecrows that have been placed in the fields.
Surely they don't need all of them. One wouldn't be missed. She'll pick the plainest looking one, decorate it in some Red Linen Fabric Scrap, and tie them with Scarlet Yuccaweave. Give it a red firey flair!
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Once the 'effigy' is complete. She almost feels bad for setting it on fire with the Firestarter. It looked pretty nice.
Well she has got nothing else to do, perhaps she'll spend the day decorating more scarecrows.
Toothbrush visits the clan's hoard again, searching for something that could be effigy-like. Nothing sticks out, but then she gets an idea!
They are farmers. Well most of her clan members are, not Toothbrush, but she has seen the funny-looking scarecrows that have been placed in the fields.
Surely they don't need all of them. One wouldn't be missed. She'll pick the plainest looking one, decorate it in some Red Linen Fabric Scrap, and tie them with Scarlet Yuccaweave. Give it a red firey flair!
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Once the 'effigy' is complete. She almost feels bad for setting it on fire with the Firestarter. It looked pretty nice.
Well she has got nothing else to do, perhaps she'll spend the day decorating more scarecrows.
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Nine had a good hard think. She hadn't spent enough time at that basket-weaving lesson to be able to make her own effigy, the Mirror reckoned. It had to be something as big as a deity too. Maybe a lot of rocks could make up with body with sticks set on fire for the eyes and claws? Moving that many rocks would be a lot of work on her own though. What about lots of candles? Candles Nine could handle.
The Mirror snuck into chandlers, unsafe libraries and other places fond of the candle aesthetic and stole as many as she could.
The spot Nine chose was more ruin and mud than forest. You had to pick your spot carefully otherwise arson could turn into a very big crime indeed. Nine shuddered at the thought. One of the Stanzascale clan was a Wildclaw artist whose life's work had been lost to fire before he came to the clan. He relied on glowshrooms to keep his room lit, forbidding anyone from entering with fire.
Nine had trouble making the candles not fall over, and decided to try using mud to help them stick, with mixed results. Eventually she had the candles roughly Flamecaller-shaped...well, roughly dragon-shaped anyway. The Mirror glided about the construction with a firestarter, lighting every candle. Nine offered to take in her work, and then floated into the head and gave a roar, her ghostly not-breath sending the head's candles flaring.
Nine grinnned. Surely it was only a matter of time before someone came to investigate. The Mirror planned to scare someone with her next roar, completely forgetting about the need for ghosts to be sneaky.
Nine had a good hard think. She hadn't spent enough time at that basket-weaving lesson to be able to make her own effigy, the Mirror reckoned. It had to be something as big as a deity too. Maybe a lot of rocks could make up with body with sticks set on fire for the eyes and claws? Moving that many rocks would be a lot of work on her own though. What about lots of candles? Candles Nine could handle.
The Mirror snuck into chandlers, unsafe libraries and other places fond of the candle aesthetic and stole as many as she could.
The spot Nine chose was more ruin and mud than forest. You had to pick your spot carefully otherwise arson could turn into a very big crime indeed. Nine shuddered at the thought. One of the Stanzascale clan was a Wildclaw artist whose life's work had been lost to fire before he came to the clan. He relied on glowshrooms to keep his room lit, forbidding anyone from entering with fire.
Nine had trouble making the candles not fall over, and decided to try using mud to help them stick, with mixed results. Eventually she had the candles roughly Flamecaller-shaped...well, roughly dragon-shaped anyway. The Mirror glided about the construction with a firestarter, lighting every candle. Nine offered to take in her work, and then floated into the head and gave a roar, her ghostly not-breath sending the head's candles flaring.
Nine grinnned. Surely it was only a matter of time before someone came to investigate. The Mirror planned to scare someone with her next roar, completely forgetting about the need for ghosts to be sneaky.
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Drezel likes being creative... with pranks. Making an effigy, though? The idea sounded fiddly and time-consuming. It might even be artsy. The horror!
No, he thought. He wasn't going to make an effigy.
He thought to light one of those ugly plushies on fire, but someone else (@Doozie) had already thought of it, and the only thing he hated more than doing art was being unoriginal.
So, he thought about the vague shape of the Flamecaller. He could throw some twigs down and call that a body. Throw some cracked leather on top of that and call that wings. And then it just needed a head. A sparrow skull.[center]
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Without bothering to assemble them, he threw the items into a pile and lit them. Once it was smoldering, he left, not caring how well it burned. What sort of crime was this?
Drezel likes being creative... with pranks. Making an effigy, though? The idea sounded fiddly and time-consuming. It might even be artsy. The horror!
No, he thought. He wasn't going to make an effigy.
He thought to light one of those ugly plushies on fire, but someone else (@Doozie) had already thought of it, and the only thing he hated more than doing art was being unoriginal.
So, he thought about the vague shape of the Flamecaller. He could throw some twigs down and call that a body. Throw some cracked leather on top of that and call that wings. And then it just needed a head. A sparrow skull.
Birch Twigs
Organics
Twigs from a birch tree.
15
Cracked Leather
Dragonmade
The condition of this leather could be worse.
15
Sparrow Skull
Organics
It smells as if it was soaked in... rum?
15
Without bothering to assemble them, he threw the items into a pile and lit them. Once it was smoldering, he left, not caring how well it burned. What sort of crime was this?
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[color=#3b5078][b]Wednesday - The Tea Tavern[/b]
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Uriel frowns at the ghost boss, wings tucked in as they all take a moment to process. Maybe this one didn't know much, but to the Grand Scholars, the deities weren't exactly just some great unknown powerful entity. They saw the Eleven as drakes, with emotions and power to make others know exactly what those emotions meant to those around them. To sit there and burn the image of one... well, it was hard to think of that. Soon they were quietly deliberating with themselves as to whether that was actually alright to do. On one hand, it was clearly an act of vandalism, meant to be seen as wrong and a crime. The intent was meant to be bad. On the other talon, this would be of the Flamecaller. They all knew she was fond of the flames, and would probably appreciate the gesture of making something actually flammable in her name. It was Uriel who made the final call.
[i]We should just make sure we burn one meant to be burnt. That way we're doing something right.[/i]
It took them some time to figure out what one was actually made to be lit on fire. The dolls were a definite no. Perhaps one of the terracotta figures? That seemed more fitting. But where would they find one, and what would help keep the fire going? Perhaps some sticks, twigs? Something to help them move the fire safer than an open starter? Raphael pipes up after a moment.
[i]You do know Kamilla and Samael spend their breaks working on basket weaving and pottery? I think most of the clay statues come from them. They might be in town right now, actually![/i]
And so that's where they went.
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The Pearlcatcher can't help but gawk at the menagerie behind him as they approach the tea shop, which the other foxlike Pearlcatcher living there [b]insists[/b] is a tavern. They'd picked up some lanterns to hold the firestarters from their "ghost boss" earlier, as well as some twigs and bark to push in the cracks and tuck underneath the figures whenever they got to them. The ghosts carrying it all were trying their best to hide away so others wouldn't see floating items, though it looked like some had spotted them already. Lots of students practiced odd spells around here, though, so it likely wasn't immediately tied to spirits haunting the city. It was funny to see everyone dodging drakes, though, as if they were still corporeal.
Soon enough they'd made it around to the back entrance to the Limbo couple's "tavern" in Sailuma proper. Uriel knew they'd likely be going to the back soon for their lunch break. They didn't have much time to work on this. They mostly phased through the walls, using an open window to get the tangible objects inside. They were lucky to find not one, not two, but [b]ten[/b] terracotta statues to work with! The group worked together to set them all up, smiling as they put the largest in the center of a ring of nine. Then they got another idea. With a bit of searching, they found more special items the pair had made in honor of the Eleven, including an even larger Flamecaller statue. They set the first ten around in a circle, lighting them up with the firestarters and lanterns. They put the other members of the Eleven in between each one, leaving them be. Then they put the largest Flamecaller statue in the center, put the rest of the twigs underneath it in a nest, and lit it up like a bonfire with the remaining starters. Raphael has just started to wonder if he could use his wisps to add more flair when they all hear the couple heading back towards them. They dart to some of the darker corners in the back to hide, watching to see how they'd react.
They didn't expect the smaller Pearlcatcher to decide it was far too dangerous for his Fireflight born Imperial partner.
They [b]especially[/b] didn't expect him to race off to get water to put it all out, asking how in the Eleven their Flamecaller statues decided to truly embrace her fire by literally lighting themselves on fire.
The group were all cackling by the time the two had managed to calm down, with Kamilla telling her smaller companion that it was all fine. She wouldn't burn easily, if at all, due to her element. This was fine. If anything, it was a blessing, in a way. And it had been contained to such a small area too! Weren't they lucky? Then a comment from the Pearlcatcher caused the group to stop laughing in their tracks.
[i]Why in Sornieth are the walls laughing at us?[/i]
It didn't take long for them to see the pair had turned transparent. It seemed they were to be added to the team after all.
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The group know better than to upset the deities. They knew of the Elders and their tales of when the Eleven actually spoke to dragonkind during festivals and other major events. They aren't about to bring the wrath of the Eleven down on them. However, the Flamecaller would probably get a laugh out of their setup. The resulting loss of a Fireflight drake from the land of the living, even if only temporarily via potion... probably not so much.
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Wednesday - The Tea Tavern
Uriel frowns at the ghost boss, wings tucked in as they all take a moment to process. Maybe this one didn't know much, but to the Grand Scholars, the deities weren't exactly just some great unknown powerful entity. They saw the Eleven as drakes, with emotions and power to make others know exactly what those emotions meant to those around them. To sit there and burn the image of one... well, it was hard to think of that. Soon they were quietly deliberating with themselves as to whether that was actually alright to do. On one hand, it was clearly an act of vandalism, meant to be seen as wrong and a crime. The intent was meant to be bad. On the other talon, this would be of the Flamecaller. They all knew she was fond of the flames, and would probably appreciate the gesture of making something actually flammable in her name. It was Uriel who made the final call.
We should just make sure we burn one meant to be burnt. That way we're doing something right.
It took them some time to figure out what one was actually made to be lit on fire. The dolls were a definite no. Perhaps one of the terracotta figures? That seemed more fitting. But where would they find one, and what would help keep the fire going? Perhaps some sticks, twigs? Something to help them move the fire safer than an open starter? Raphael pipes up after a moment.
You do know Kamilla and Samael spend their breaks working on basket weaving and pottery? I think most of the clay statues come from them. They might be in town right now, actually!
And so that's where they went.
The Pearlcatcher can't help but gawk at the menagerie behind him as they approach the tea shop, which the other foxlike Pearlcatcher living there insists is a tavern. They'd picked up some lanterns to hold the firestarters from their "ghost boss" earlier, as well as some twigs and bark to push in the cracks and tuck underneath the figures whenever they got to them. The ghosts carrying it all were trying their best to hide away so others wouldn't see floating items, though it looked like some had spotted them already. Lots of students practiced odd spells around here, though, so it likely wasn't immediately tied to spirits haunting the city. It was funny to see everyone dodging drakes, though, as if they were still corporeal.
Soon enough they'd made it around to the back entrance to the Limbo couple's "tavern" in Sailuma proper. Uriel knew they'd likely be going to the back soon for their lunch break. They didn't have much time to work on this. They mostly phased through the walls, using an open window to get the tangible objects inside. They were lucky to find not one, not two, but ten terracotta statues to work with! The group worked together to set them all up, smiling as they put the largest in the center of a ring of nine. Then they got another idea. With a bit of searching, they found more special items the pair had made in honor of the Eleven, including an even larger Flamecaller statue. They set the first ten around in a circle, lighting them up with the firestarters and lanterns. They put the other members of the Eleven in between each one, leaving them be. Then they put the largest Flamecaller statue in the center, put the rest of the twigs underneath it in a nest, and lit it up like a bonfire with the remaining starters. Raphael has just started to wonder if he could use his wisps to add more flair when they all hear the couple heading back towards them. They dart to some of the darker corners in the back to hide, watching to see how they'd react.
They didn't expect the smaller Pearlcatcher to decide it was far too dangerous for his Fireflight born Imperial partner.
They especially didn't expect him to race off to get water to put it all out, asking how in the Eleven their Flamecaller statues decided to truly embrace her fire by literally lighting themselves on fire.
The group were all cackling by the time the two had managed to calm down, with Kamilla telling her smaller companion that it was all fine. She wouldn't burn easily, if at all, due to her element. This was fine. If anything, it was a blessing, in a way. And it had been contained to such a small area too! Weren't they lucky? Then a comment from the Pearlcatcher caused the group to stop laughing in their tracks.
Why in Sornieth are the walls laughing at us?
It didn't take long for them to see the pair had turned transparent. It seemed they were to be added to the team after all.
The group know better than to upset the deities. They knew of the Elders and their tales of when the Eleven actually spoke to dragonkind during festivals and other major events. They aren't about to bring the wrath of the Eleven down on them. However, the Flamecaller would probably get a laugh out of their setup. The resulting loss of a Fireflight drake from the land of the living, even if only temporarily via potion... probably not so much.
Clockwork
Eclipse
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Delta sighs as she gets her next task. This is really escalating. First it was petty theft and now they're onto arson. She really is not looking forward to tomorrow's task. At least the ghost suggested that they burn a memorial to the Flamecaller; she figures that any fire dragon she talked to wouldn't count that as a crime. One point for her conscience.
Delta doesn't exactly know where to get a Flamecaller statue, so she's in luck when she finds a stand selling deity statues in a nearby Crystalline Gala marketplace. She feels bad stealing one but it's not like she can stroll up with her ghostly visage and hand over some currency. When the shopkeeper isn't looking, Delta swiftly snatches up the figure and swoops off.
On an isolated mountaintop nearby, Delta sets the statue down. Best to do this in the middle of nowhere to draw as little attention as possible. She doesn't want to give those Icewarden patrols any clues. Delta grabs a few firestarters out of her pouch that she always carries with her in case of emergency. Well, she supposes that this counts as one.
Delta sighs as she gets her next task. This is really escalating. First it was petty theft and now they're onto arson. She really is not looking forward to tomorrow's task. At least the ghost suggested that they burn a memorial to the Flamecaller; she figures that any fire dragon she talked to wouldn't count that as a crime. One point for her conscience.
Delta doesn't exactly know where to get a Flamecaller statue, so she's in luck when she finds a stand selling deity statues in a nearby Crystalline Gala marketplace. She feels bad stealing one but it's not like she can stroll up with her ghostly visage and hand over some currency. When the shopkeeper isn't looking, Delta swiftly snatches up the figure and swoops off.
On an isolated mountaintop nearby, Delta sets the statue down. Best to do this in the middle of nowhere to draw as little attention as possible. She doesn't want to give those Icewarden patrols any clues. Delta grabs a few firestarters out of her pouch that she always carries with her in case of emergency. Well, she supposes that this counts as one.
@8611945 Hello! I think you may have forgotten to mark my Tuesday entry for the spreadsheet. Sorry for the trouble ^^;
