@8spitfire any Dr up for adoption really need one for lvling up
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TOPIC | Leveled Dragons for NewPlayers
A Gem shimmingly
Glow's Beyond the shine of the sun
Blinded all who seeks
Heres my haiku Btw
Glow's Beyond the shine of the sun
Blinded all who seeks
Heres my haiku Btw
A Gem shimmingly
Glow's Beyond the shine of the sun
Blinded all who seeks
Heres my haiku Btw
Glow's Beyond the shine of the sun
Blinded all who seeks
Heres my haiku Btw
@Rogrinus
Sending your Dragon. With a few companions.
I liked how your last line refers to the sun in the second line. Very clever.
Sending your Dragon. With a few companions.
I liked how your last line refers to the sun in the second line. Very clever.
@Rogrinus
Sending your Dragon. With a few companions.
I liked how your last line refers to the sun in the second line. Very clever.
Sending your Dragon. With a few companions.
I liked how your last line refers to the sun in the second line. Very clever.
Hello! @gn0me said i should post a lore update in this thread once I got Pash (the dragon i adopted here) up to level 17. The update i wrote is about 800 words, is that ok or should i post it in PM’s or shorten it? I don’t want to loredump on the thread without checking if its still ok first :)
Hello! @gn0me said i should post a lore update in this thread once I got Pash (the dragon i adopted here) up to level 17. The update i wrote is about 800 words, is that ok or should i post it in PM’s or shorten it? I don’t want to loredump on the thread without checking if its still ok first :)
@cuchu1ainn
gnOme really wants stories posted. If it's as good as the last one, I would love to read it too. So would Gardenparty. We've been waiting for a follow up.
How is your Dragon doing in the Coliseum?
gnOme really wants stories posted. If it's as good as the last one, I would love to read it too. So would Gardenparty. We've been waiting for a follow up.
How is your Dragon doing in the Coliseum?
@cuchu1ainn
gnOme really wants stories posted. If it's as good as the last one, I would love to read it too. So would Gardenparty. We've been waiting for a follow up.
How is your Dragon doing in the Coliseum?
gnOme really wants stories posted. If it's as good as the last one, I would love to read it too. So would Gardenparty. We've been waiting for a follow up.
How is your Dragon doing in the Coliseum?
He is doing well!! The new lore piece i wrote is about his initiation into to the warrior elite of my clan, the Holocenes! Here is the whole story:
After many long days of training, with his clanmates and in the coliseum, Pash was finally ready to become a Holocene warrior in his own right. The ceremony had been prepared the day prior, discussed in hushed tones by the older dragons, Pash himself was not allowed to know his final trial until the day itself arrived. On the day of the ceremony, he was decorated in swirling battle paints by his clanmates, each of them adding a smear to his face, as per custom. He was becoming a true warrior of the tribe and in battle he was to carry each of their spirits with him, for the glory of the clan.
When the hour of the trial arrived, Eurydice, Pash’s companion in training, beckoned him forward, smiling gently as she directed him to stand before Generals Saoirse and Tallemaja. The generals were resplendent, dressed in their finest battle robes, each of them carrying a spear, glinting in the dusklight. Pash bowed his head in respect, and each general bowed to him in return.
“Arise, young warrior” General Tallemaja spoke, breaking the crisp silence in the clearing where the whole clan stood. General Saoirse continued, voice softer than that of Tallemaja, yet still holding the grit of a seasoned warrior “Indeed, arise, and drink from this goblet” Each general steps aside, and on the pedestal between them sits a silver goblet, its contents swirling. General Saoirse noticed the brief panic in Pash’s eyes. “Do not fear, young one. Once you drink from the goblet, the tincture within will strip you of your strength, once the ceremony ends, your powers shall be returned to you.” Pash nods, and each general nods in response, stepping back to let him make his way to the pedestal. He looks down at the liquid within the goblet, takes the receptacle into his claws and sips at the contents.
“Now, child” Tallemaja says “You must choose one of us to face in the battle trial. Whichever one you choose must also drink of the tincture.” Pash considers, slightly afraid of going up against she who trained him. Saoirse nods encouragingly at him, and he steels himself. “I choose combat with you, General Saoirse.” Pash swears he sees her briefly smile. “Very well” Tallemaja states, handing the goblet to Saoirse. “You fight to first blood”. Pash gulps as Tallemaja directs him to his place on the battlefield and settles herself on her perch above to spectate. Saoirse makes her way to her side of the field, flipping down her visor. Pash suddenly feels extremely underdressed in his light armour. “May your blades cross in glory” Tallemaja announces “And let the trial begin”.
A reverential silence falls over the Clan, as Pash and Saoirse circle eachother warily. Both take cautionary swipes, dodging eachother easily. “Remember your training” Saoirse whispers, and makes a sweeping claw attack; Pash dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid the second blow from her tail. He falls but quickly rights himself, and makes three consecutive slashes at the General, each dodged but the last puts her on the backfoot. “I remember” said Pash, as he makes a broad cut at Saoirse, throwing her off balance. She resumes her guarded footing and attempts to cut Pash’s flank, he dodges, and tries to slash upwards with his ceremonial dagger, leaving himself open. Saoirse has her spearpoint at his throat before Pash manages to backstep. “Yield?” She asks, slightly out of breath. Pash pants, smirking slightly “Why would I yield?” he quickly uses his wings to push himself out from her spear rage and straight back in to land a quick hit on her side, Saoirse reacting just a second too slowly, landing a hit with her free claw on Pash’s shoulder. The clan erupts in uproarious cheering as Pash raises his dagger, the small speck of blood on it gleaming as though alight with flame. Saoirse sets aside her spear and presses her forehead to Pash’s. “I am so proud of you, Child” she places her palms on his shoulders and turns him around to face the clan, and Tallemaja flies down beside them. “We have a new Holocene warrior” she announces to the clan, as their cheers grow louder. Hearing this announcement each dragon hushes. Tallemaja turns to Pash “You have fought bravely today, dear one, and we are honoured to present you with this.” She outspreads her palms, and within them lies a purple pendant, which he notes matches his eyes. “This is a representation of your spirit. Each warrior holds within their spirit their own will, and the will of the clan”. She shows him her own pendant, green and glowing with power. “Now, you must rest, for the tincture requires time to wear off. Tomorrow you will wake up as a true Holocene warrior.” She turns away from him, back to the clan, “Sigyn, direct Pash to his new rooms please”. General Saoirse chimes in gleefully “And tomorrow, we shall feast in his honour!”
After many long days of training, with his clanmates and in the coliseum, Pash was finally ready to become a Holocene warrior in his own right. The ceremony had been prepared the day prior, discussed in hushed tones by the older dragons, Pash himself was not allowed to know his final trial until the day itself arrived. On the day of the ceremony, he was decorated in swirling battle paints by his clanmates, each of them adding a smear to his face, as per custom. He was becoming a true warrior of the tribe and in battle he was to carry each of their spirits with him, for the glory of the clan.
When the hour of the trial arrived, Eurydice, Pash’s companion in training, beckoned him forward, smiling gently as she directed him to stand before Generals Saoirse and Tallemaja. The generals were resplendent, dressed in their finest battle robes, each of them carrying a spear, glinting in the dusklight. Pash bowed his head in respect, and each general bowed to him in return.
“Arise, young warrior” General Tallemaja spoke, breaking the crisp silence in the clearing where the whole clan stood. General Saoirse continued, voice softer than that of Tallemaja, yet still holding the grit of a seasoned warrior “Indeed, arise, and drink from this goblet” Each general steps aside, and on the pedestal between them sits a silver goblet, its contents swirling. General Saoirse noticed the brief panic in Pash’s eyes. “Do not fear, young one. Once you drink from the goblet, the tincture within will strip you of your strength, once the ceremony ends, your powers shall be returned to you.” Pash nods, and each general nods in response, stepping back to let him make his way to the pedestal. He looks down at the liquid within the goblet, takes the receptacle into his claws and sips at the contents.
“Now, child” Tallemaja says “You must choose one of us to face in the battle trial. Whichever one you choose must also drink of the tincture.” Pash considers, slightly afraid of going up against she who trained him. Saoirse nods encouragingly at him, and he steels himself. “I choose combat with you, General Saoirse.” Pash swears he sees her briefly smile. “Very well” Tallemaja states, handing the goblet to Saoirse. “You fight to first blood”. Pash gulps as Tallemaja directs him to his place on the battlefield and settles herself on her perch above to spectate. Saoirse makes her way to her side of the field, flipping down her visor. Pash suddenly feels extremely underdressed in his light armour. “May your blades cross in glory” Tallemaja announces “And let the trial begin”.
A reverential silence falls over the Clan, as Pash and Saoirse circle eachother warily. Both take cautionary swipes, dodging eachother easily. “Remember your training” Saoirse whispers, and makes a sweeping claw attack; Pash dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid the second blow from her tail. He falls but quickly rights himself, and makes three consecutive slashes at the General, each dodged but the last puts her on the backfoot. “I remember” said Pash, as he makes a broad cut at Saoirse, throwing her off balance. She resumes her guarded footing and attempts to cut Pash’s flank, he dodges, and tries to slash upwards with his ceremonial dagger, leaving himself open. Saoirse has her spearpoint at his throat before Pash manages to backstep. “Yield?” She asks, slightly out of breath. Pash pants, smirking slightly “Why would I yield?” he quickly uses his wings to push himself out from her spear rage and straight back in to land a quick hit on her side, Saoirse reacting just a second too slowly, landing a hit with her free claw on Pash’s shoulder. The clan erupts in uproarious cheering as Pash raises his dagger, the small speck of blood on it gleaming as though alight with flame. Saoirse sets aside her spear and presses her forehead to Pash’s. “I am so proud of you, Child” she places her palms on his shoulders and turns him around to face the clan, and Tallemaja flies down beside them. “We have a new Holocene warrior” she announces to the clan, as their cheers grow louder. Hearing this announcement each dragon hushes. Tallemaja turns to Pash “You have fought bravely today, dear one, and we are honoured to present you with this.” She outspreads her palms, and within them lies a purple pendant, which he notes matches his eyes. “This is a representation of your spirit. Each warrior holds within their spirit their own will, and the will of the clan”. She shows him her own pendant, green and glowing with power. “Now, you must rest, for the tincture requires time to wear off. Tomorrow you will wake up as a true Holocene warrior.” She turns away from him, back to the clan, “Sigyn, direct Pash to his new rooms please”. General Saoirse chimes in gleefully “And tomorrow, we shall feast in his honour!”
He is doing well!! The new lore piece i wrote is about his initiation into to the warrior elite of my clan, the Holocenes! Here is the whole story:
After many long days of training, with his clanmates and in the coliseum, Pash was finally ready to become a Holocene warrior in his own right. The ceremony had been prepared the day prior, discussed in hushed tones by the older dragons, Pash himself was not allowed to know his final trial until the day itself arrived. On the day of the ceremony, he was decorated in swirling battle paints by his clanmates, each of them adding a smear to his face, as per custom. He was becoming a true warrior of the tribe and in battle he was to carry each of their spirits with him, for the glory of the clan.
When the hour of the trial arrived, Eurydice, Pash’s companion in training, beckoned him forward, smiling gently as she directed him to stand before Generals Saoirse and Tallemaja. The generals were resplendent, dressed in their finest battle robes, each of them carrying a spear, glinting in the dusklight. Pash bowed his head in respect, and each general bowed to him in return.
“Arise, young warrior” General Tallemaja spoke, breaking the crisp silence in the clearing where the whole clan stood. General Saoirse continued, voice softer than that of Tallemaja, yet still holding the grit of a seasoned warrior “Indeed, arise, and drink from this goblet” Each general steps aside, and on the pedestal between them sits a silver goblet, its contents swirling. General Saoirse noticed the brief panic in Pash’s eyes. “Do not fear, young one. Once you drink from the goblet, the tincture within will strip you of your strength, once the ceremony ends, your powers shall be returned to you.” Pash nods, and each general nods in response, stepping back to let him make his way to the pedestal. He looks down at the liquid within the goblet, takes the receptacle into his claws and sips at the contents.
“Now, child” Tallemaja says “You must choose one of us to face in the battle trial. Whichever one you choose must also drink of the tincture.” Pash considers, slightly afraid of going up against she who trained him. Saoirse nods encouragingly at him, and he steels himself. “I choose combat with you, General Saoirse.” Pash swears he sees her briefly smile. “Very well” Tallemaja states, handing the goblet to Saoirse. “You fight to first blood”. Pash gulps as Tallemaja directs him to his place on the battlefield and settles herself on her perch above to spectate. Saoirse makes her way to her side of the field, flipping down her visor. Pash suddenly feels extremely underdressed in his light armour. “May your blades cross in glory” Tallemaja announces “And let the trial begin”.
A reverential silence falls over the Clan, as Pash and Saoirse circle eachother warily. Both take cautionary swipes, dodging eachother easily. “Remember your training” Saoirse whispers, and makes a sweeping claw attack; Pash dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid the second blow from her tail. He falls but quickly rights himself, and makes three consecutive slashes at the General, each dodged but the last puts her on the backfoot. “I remember” said Pash, as he makes a broad cut at Saoirse, throwing her off balance. She resumes her guarded footing and attempts to cut Pash’s flank, he dodges, and tries to slash upwards with his ceremonial dagger, leaving himself open. Saoirse has her spearpoint at his throat before Pash manages to backstep. “Yield?” She asks, slightly out of breath. Pash pants, smirking slightly “Why would I yield?” he quickly uses his wings to push himself out from her spear rage and straight back in to land a quick hit on her side, Saoirse reacting just a second too slowly, landing a hit with her free claw on Pash’s shoulder. The clan erupts in uproarious cheering as Pash raises his dagger, the small speck of blood on it gleaming as though alight with flame. Saoirse sets aside her spear and presses her forehead to Pash’s. “I am so proud of you, Child” she places her palms on his shoulders and turns him around to face the clan, and Tallemaja flies down beside them. “We have a new Holocene warrior” she announces to the clan, as their cheers grow louder. Hearing this announcement each dragon hushes. Tallemaja turns to Pash “You have fought bravely today, dear one, and we are honoured to present you with this.” She outspreads her palms, and within them lies a purple pendant, which he notes matches his eyes. “This is a representation of your spirit. Each warrior holds within their spirit their own will, and the will of the clan”. She shows him her own pendant, green and glowing with power. “Now, you must rest, for the tincture requires time to wear off. Tomorrow you will wake up as a true Holocene warrior.” She turns away from him, back to the clan, “Sigyn, direct Pash to his new rooms please”. General Saoirse chimes in gleefully “And tomorrow, we shall feast in his honour!”
After many long days of training, with his clanmates and in the coliseum, Pash was finally ready to become a Holocene warrior in his own right. The ceremony had been prepared the day prior, discussed in hushed tones by the older dragons, Pash himself was not allowed to know his final trial until the day itself arrived. On the day of the ceremony, he was decorated in swirling battle paints by his clanmates, each of them adding a smear to his face, as per custom. He was becoming a true warrior of the tribe and in battle he was to carry each of their spirits with him, for the glory of the clan.
When the hour of the trial arrived, Eurydice, Pash’s companion in training, beckoned him forward, smiling gently as she directed him to stand before Generals Saoirse and Tallemaja. The generals were resplendent, dressed in their finest battle robes, each of them carrying a spear, glinting in the dusklight. Pash bowed his head in respect, and each general bowed to him in return.
“Arise, young warrior” General Tallemaja spoke, breaking the crisp silence in the clearing where the whole clan stood. General Saoirse continued, voice softer than that of Tallemaja, yet still holding the grit of a seasoned warrior “Indeed, arise, and drink from this goblet” Each general steps aside, and on the pedestal between them sits a silver goblet, its contents swirling. General Saoirse noticed the brief panic in Pash’s eyes. “Do not fear, young one. Once you drink from the goblet, the tincture within will strip you of your strength, once the ceremony ends, your powers shall be returned to you.” Pash nods, and each general nods in response, stepping back to let him make his way to the pedestal. He looks down at the liquid within the goblet, takes the receptacle into his claws and sips at the contents.
“Now, child” Tallemaja says “You must choose one of us to face in the battle trial. Whichever one you choose must also drink of the tincture.” Pash considers, slightly afraid of going up against she who trained him. Saoirse nods encouragingly at him, and he steels himself. “I choose combat with you, General Saoirse.” Pash swears he sees her briefly smile. “Very well” Tallemaja states, handing the goblet to Saoirse. “You fight to first blood”. Pash gulps as Tallemaja directs him to his place on the battlefield and settles herself on her perch above to spectate. Saoirse makes her way to her side of the field, flipping down her visor. Pash suddenly feels extremely underdressed in his light armour. “May your blades cross in glory” Tallemaja announces “And let the trial begin”.
A reverential silence falls over the Clan, as Pash and Saoirse circle eachother warily. Both take cautionary swipes, dodging eachother easily. “Remember your training” Saoirse whispers, and makes a sweeping claw attack; Pash dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid the second blow from her tail. He falls but quickly rights himself, and makes three consecutive slashes at the General, each dodged but the last puts her on the backfoot. “I remember” said Pash, as he makes a broad cut at Saoirse, throwing her off balance. She resumes her guarded footing and attempts to cut Pash’s flank, he dodges, and tries to slash upwards with his ceremonial dagger, leaving himself open. Saoirse has her spearpoint at his throat before Pash manages to backstep. “Yield?” She asks, slightly out of breath. Pash pants, smirking slightly “Why would I yield?” he quickly uses his wings to push himself out from her spear rage and straight back in to land a quick hit on her side, Saoirse reacting just a second too slowly, landing a hit with her free claw on Pash’s shoulder. The clan erupts in uproarious cheering as Pash raises his dagger, the small speck of blood on it gleaming as though alight with flame. Saoirse sets aside her spear and presses her forehead to Pash’s. “I am so proud of you, Child” she places her palms on his shoulders and turns him around to face the clan, and Tallemaja flies down beside them. “We have a new Holocene warrior” she announces to the clan, as their cheers grow louder. Hearing this announcement each dragon hushes. Tallemaja turns to Pash “You have fought bravely today, dear one, and we are honoured to present you with this.” She outspreads her palms, and within them lies a purple pendant, which he notes matches his eyes. “This is a representation of your spirit. Each warrior holds within their spirit their own will, and the will of the clan”. She shows him her own pendant, green and glowing with power. “Now, you must rest, for the tincture requires time to wear off. Tomorrow you will wake up as a true Holocene warrior.” She turns away from him, back to the clan, “Sigyn, direct Pash to his new rooms please”. General Saoirse chimes in gleefully “And tomorrow, we shall feast in his honour!”
@cuchu1ainn please lore dump. Please do.
Edit: so you already did, great read, cheers.
Pash will awake on the morrow to feel stronger and quicker than ever. Three Berzerker stones heading your way, love your work!
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He's looking great!
Sent a rally, haste and a couple of ambushes I had spare too.
Good luck getting the Eliminate drop on the way to L25!
Edit: hey @starphire look another wing drapes skull cover up
@cuchu1ainn please lore dump. Please do.
Edit: so you already did, great read, cheers.
Pash will awake on the morrow to feel stronger and quicker than ever. Three Berzerker stones heading your way, love your work!
He's looking great!
Sent a rally, haste and a couple of ambushes I had spare too.
Good luck getting the Eliminate drop on the way to L25!
Edit: hey @starphire look another wing drapes skull cover up
Edit: so you already did, great read, cheers.
Pash will awake on the morrow to feel stronger and quicker than ever. Three Berzerker stones heading your way, love your work!
He's looking great!
Sent a rally, haste and a couple of ambushes I had spare too.
Good luck getting the Eliminate drop on the way to L25!
Edit: hey @starphire look another wing drapes skull cover up
Im glad you enjoyed the story thank you so much for the stones :]
Im glad you enjoyed the story thank you so much for the stones :]
added a new dragon, sea tones G1 (ungened), more scries in bio, looks amazing with glowtail
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I should check again but I'm hoping Water is a good element for a Kelp Beds specialist, along with an Ice mage
@Xay sent you a CR with Holly seeing as its been a week, if you are no longer interested please feel free to cancel
added a new dragon, sea tones G1 (ungened), more scries in bio, looks amazing with glowtail
I should check again but I'm hoping Water is a good element for a Kelp Beds specialist, along with an Ice mage
@Xay sent you a CR with Holly seeing as its been a week, if you are no longer interested please feel free to cancel
I should check again but I'm hoping Water is a good element for a Kelp Beds specialist, along with an Ice mage
@Xay sent you a CR with Holly seeing as its been a week, if you are no longer interested please feel free to cancel