Quests & Challenges

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The Dusk Sanctum has always hosted a myriad of researchers, and some groups are much odder than others. And yet, it seems that disappearances have been happening, dragons spirited away in the middle of the night. Across the river, something has been growing, because after all, everything needs to eat.

Many researchers have grown content to hide their heads in the sand and ignore the dorms that grow cold and empty. Despite this, fear has started to spread, and few have started to try and find the source.

And thus began the creation of the team 627, or the STS. After seeing the movements and mass migrations of several native species, they have shifted their gaze to the Pox Consulate.

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Blight of the Devourer's

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10/??23

- Log 000 : Researcher Files and Data collection.
- Log 001 : Missing punch in's.
- Log 002 : Inkstained gauze.
- Log 003 : Bitter bindings.

[center][size=7][font=book antiqua]Characters[/size][/center] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88324175][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/883242/88324175_350.png[/img][/url][nextcol][size=4][i]Arnalt - Shelter Technician[/i][/size] A laboratory assistant that mainly works on the care of the animals in experiments and behavioral research. Despite his small size, he's quite spirited. With a ferocity and drive that doesn't quite fit him, and a head not fit for the general work of a laboratory assistant, he's quite an oddity. Some say he joined purely for another dragon, and others say that this was his lifelong dream. Though, these rumors might have some water, as he seems to have been admitted on a recommendation. [/columns] [columns][size=4][i]Reymin - Observation Assistant[/i][/size] Reymin is an entirely mute Abberation, who separately is referred to as Reyla and Mincie. When being called a whole, they are used to Reymin. Their job is to function as the Observation Assistant, and they do this by being a glorified typewriter. Always at the beck and call of their superior, constantly boggled down by their inability to get a word in, they're stuck. Additionally, due to the fact they suffer from a disease similar to Gembond, though instead genetically affiliated instead of physically. Their two heads constantly work to cheer the other up, through conversations held only between the two. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/85289467][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/852895/85289467_350.png[/img][/url][/columns] [columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88741879][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/887419/88741879_350.png[/img][/url][nextcol][size=4][i]Catabolic - Electroshock Therapist[/size][/i] Calling Catabolic kind would be a far overestimation of her. She only appears kind, purely to set her test subjects at ease. As an Electroshock Therapist, that specializes in behavioral changes due to outside stimuli, she believes that keeping a certain face is of the utmost importance. Unfortunately, that face is a smiley and upbeat one, that barely matches her actions, or her true feelings. This makes the entire experience an even more awful one, and especially for Arnalt, as many of the animals he's worked with have 'unfortunately passed away due to complications of the testing process'. Catabolic continues to care very little about this, along as she has her steady stream of funding.[/columns] [columns][size=4][i]Joelle - Botanical Zoologist[/i][/size] While still young, it's clear that Joelle is a prodigy. With a calmness that rivals seasoned researchers, and a never-ending thirst for the unknown, Joelle has risen to the ranks extremely quickly. Coming from a family of farmers, she knows how to work hard, but also how to take advantage of an opening. Because of the gaps regarding more 'green' species of animals, she's wiggled her way into the fold, first as an intern, and soon to be a fully-accredited Zoologist. She doesn't mind getting her hands dirty this way, as it'll ensure both her and her family have the necessary money to make it, which is more then enough for her. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89744021][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/897441/89744021_350.png[/img][/url][/columns] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89825160][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/898252/89825160_350.png[/img][/url][nextcol][size=4][i]Naro - Electroshock Therapy Intern[/i][/size] Unfortunately, a mama's boy at heart. Naro was the favored hatchling of his clutch, after the unfortunate death of his younger sibling. His other sister, Meilin, was practically abandoned, really being raised by a hired help. Despite this, he still idolizes his mother, due to her doting nature, or at least what he reads as doting. Being sanctioned at her right hip permanently, she has him working as her intern in Electroshock Therapy. While this is mostly fetching and writing, he's still surprisingly knowledgeable. While not being snarky, he shows a remarkable amount of curiosity and genuine care, but the majority is overshadowed by his need to replicate his mother's behavior.[/columns] [columns][size=4][i]Meilin - Geological Researcher[/size][/i] Meilin was an odd child. Fascinated with the earth, something her mother always rejected, she opposed her even from the beginning. Believing there to be an inherent magic to the earth, she is arguably one of the more spiritual of the researchers here. Armed with a degree in Geology, and Speculative Arcane Conservation, she focuses on the way magic interacts with natural formations, and how it's changed or altered them. Currently, though her experiments always garner a respectable crowd, she still struggles with manpower, as many of them require long expeditions. Yet, she always keeps a bright face, jumping into everything with the wonder of a hatchling, searching every nook and cranny for whatever is hiding. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89825162][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/898252/89825162_350.png[/img][/url][/columns] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89944381][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/899444/89944381_350.png[/img][/url][nextcol][size=4][i]Claire - Onsite Mercenary[/size][/i] Claire, unlike the rest of the team, is a member of staff at the Dusk Sanctum. As a part of the pseudo-mercenary team, brought in to act as extra force for the research that needed it, Claire flits through different projects, as long as she gets her pay cut. A polite snark, she doesn't see the need to ask too many questions, though it's common knowledge that anything that gets shared to her, gets shared back to her mercenary pack. Her specialization is hand-to-hand combat, with a thread of earth-magic whipped in, to give it the extra umph. Despite this, she tends to lean on the more relaxed side, unless a metaphorical, or not-so-metaphorical string is dangled above her head.[/columns] [columns][size=4][i]Antoinette - Meteorologist[/size][/i] Antoinette was raised by just her mother. Though born in the element of Light, Antoinette was born and brought up in the icefields. Her life was spent running through snowdrifts, skirting along ice ponds, and just enjoying her time. While she originally wanted to become a dancer, a skater along ice, it didn't quite click. The restless energy she had never went away, and her claws yearned for something else. Drifting along, she eventually wandered to the Sanctum. A chance meeting with an old Meteorologist inspired her, much more then she thought it would've. She's still learning, but she's always been one to take things well. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91002142][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/910022/91002142_350.png[/img][/url][/columns] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90851265][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/908513/90851265_350.png[/img][/url][nextcol][size=4][i]Aviss - Psychologist[/size][/i] Aviss was always a polite dragon. Smiles and nods, staying quiet, it was something he had grown used to. While not a punching bag by any means, he was always fine to simply let things pass by. But he couldn't get past the pure awkwardness he always seemed to have, with half-lidded, passive eyes taking in the world. This is partially where his job came in, as he simply had taken a passion to it. Understanding faces, emotions, and how the brain works came to him as nothing had before. He felt like he had a place. Now, he enjoys his content and comfy lifestyle, discovering new things and staying safe where he is.[/columns]

[CENTER][SIZE=7][FONT=BOOK ANTIQUA]Day 1. ----- [item=Blooming Vine][/size] Added summery's + finished the character sheet for the current characters :3

[CENTER][SIZE=7][FONT=BOOK ANTIQUA]Day 2. ----- [item=Wildwood Moss][/size] Added Catabolic's summary [SIZE=6][B]LOG. 001[/B][/SIZE] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88324175][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/883242/88324175_350.png[/img][/url] It was just Arnalt in the shelter tonight. Any other dragons assigned as partners to this section of the kennel had all retired to the dorms, except for him. It was quiet. Even the snuffling of hainu's had quieted, and it was still. Even the other times he had stayed behind after technical hours (he had a pass from the administrators, as some of the animals they researched were nocturnal, and needed to be fed at night), it had never been this quiet. He hated it. After dragons had started going missing, he hated being alone. He had never been one for logic, acting purely on instinct and whatever information he remembered, this was his weak area. He still remembered the first disappearance. He had never met him before, and all he knew was that he was small. Small, just like Arnalt. He remembered the screams, and how all they found was scraps, and chunks of cooling meat. Noone could tell what they were, and even the onsite doctors could only say that it was tampered with, whether alchemically or magically. But, by the Eleven, did it smell. It smelled like formaldehyde, like someone dipped a corpse in vinegar and let it sit. The few glances he had seen at the once-botanist (He believed Pyron and him had been partners, but they had barely interacted with Arnalt, as lab animals didn't make good feeder-food for their plants) had shown him a bright, cheerful dragon. Nothing like the clawed room, and the musty remains that looked more like someone's thrown up dinner. It was never said out loud, but everyone had hunches on what it was. Some say his partner fed him to their subjects, to finish the project they had been working on for part of their departments funding. Others thought he had been kidnapped, or faked his own death. Yet, none of these theories were ever confirmed. Pyron stayed as the sole contributor for her sub team, and continued research on stranglers, and the like. Information and rumors about the Fae soon died out, and it returned to normal. For everyone, it was easier that way. There had always been disappearances, and while none were as... flashy, as his, it had to of been some fluke. Dragons are vicious by nature after all, was the general consensus. Yet, as Arnalt tended to a jackalope, he couldn't help but agree. It was sure to be nothing, and it would soon blow over, as it always had.

[CENTER][SIZE=7][FONT=BOOK ANTIQUA]Day 3. ----- [item=Coppercoil Segment ][/size] | Swapped for a triends Trinket | | lmao | Arnalt sketch ! [Img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/553562951856947203/1159765362531905676/Untitled436_20231006031253.png[/img]

[CENTER][SIZE=7][FONT=BOOK ANTIQUA]Day 4. ----- [item=Ambush][/size] No death streak :')

[CENTER][SIZE=7][FONT=BOOK ANTIQUA]Day 5. ----- [item=stardust sap lamp][/size] Wip

[CENTER][SIZE=7][FONT=BOOK ANTIQUA]Day 6. ----- [item=dumpling squid][/size] ----- [size=5]Autopsy report[/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88636533][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/886366/88636533_350.png[/img][/url] The body was still warm. Or at least, what was left of it. It was no suprise, is what they wanted to say, but it was. Despite her nature, Pyron was strong. She was powerful. She knew how to keep herself safe, and maybe not others, but definitely herself. But there was no avoiding it. Her body had been found mangled, after a report from the survey team had stated her as missing. Around the site, animal tracks and feathers had been found. Most glaring of all though, was the claw marks marring her sides. One of the wildlife specialists had confirmed the claw marks to be from a woodon. That in itself was odd, as the species was normally known to be passive, though not shy. The heavy migrations, that some of the teams had been researching, was believed to be the cause for their heightened aggression. Pyron's cremation was conducted hours after her autopsy was confirmed, and in accordance with Plague traditions, was discarded after the body was burned. With no next of kin, her familiars and possessions have been surrendered to the Dusk Sanctum Reasearch Facility's.

[CENTER][SIZE=7][FONT=BOOK ANTIQUA]Day 7. ----- [item=micro goat][/size] Nothing of note.