Naval dragons. Computer dragons. Either one would be sick
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Your dragons have a possibility of radiation poisoning from various sources. Whoopsies. Might turn this into an FR Nuzlocke. It’d be fun.
Your dragons have a possibility of radiation poisoning from various sources. Whoopsies. Might turn this into an FR Nuzlocke. It’d be fun.
Risk - It/They - Please Ping Got hit by the shadow milk beam I’m now obsessed with him
I suppose my dragonsona would become an NPC? In their art they would be surrounded by cinders.
I would make them perhaps a keeper of unhatched ancient g1 eggs and you would be able to trade something for those. Perhaps it would have limits to how many you can obtain in a time period. They would love different kinds of treasure and gems for their hoard in exchange!
I would make them perhaps a keeper of unhatched ancient g1 eggs and you would be able to trade something for those. Perhaps it would have limits to how many you can obtain in a time period. They would love different kinds of treasure and gems for their hoard in exchange!
I suppose my dragonsona would become an NPC? In their art they would be surrounded by cinders.
I would make them perhaps a keeper of unhatched ancient g1 eggs and you would be able to trade something for those. Perhaps it would have limits to how many you can obtain in a time period. They would love different kinds of treasure and gems for their hoard in exchange!
I would make them perhaps a keeper of unhatched ancient g1 eggs and you would be able to trade something for those. Perhaps it would have limits to how many you can obtain in a time period. They would love different kinds of treasure and gems for their hoard in exchange!
I don’t…have much to work with.
A new item in game that’s just called beb. That’s it. You have no idea what a ‘beb’ is, but you have an overwhelming desire to hoard it… >:)
A new item in game that’s just called beb. That’s it. You have no idea what a ‘beb’ is, but you have an overwhelming desire to hoard it… >:)
I don’t…have much to work with.
A new item in game that’s just called beb. That’s it. You have no idea what a ‘beb’ is, but you have an overwhelming desire to hoard it… >:)
A new item in game that’s just called beb. That’s it. You have no idea what a ‘beb’ is, but you have an overwhelming desire to hoard it… >:)
i eat dirt
better signature coming never
better signature coming never
The hatchlings... they are all boys... no more breeding >:)
The hatchlings... they are all boys... no more breeding >:)
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Flight Rising gets a lore expansion, and a site event to match!
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[indent][i]Amidst the proud, ancient columns of the Mirrorlight Promenade, the light... shifts.
Oh, it's as bright as it ought be—the bleached stone glitters just the same as the days before—but there's something about the quality of it. Something irreconcilably [/i]off,[i] which no one can quite put a claw on. The air hangs like a noose, the heat stale and suffocating beneath a pall of dread. In the distance, Luminax howls in unholy trinity, a stark contrast to the wildlife's silence.
And then something howls [b]back.[/b][/i][/indent]
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A fallen emperor reemerges into the sundrenched ruins, and throws Sornieth into chaos. If the Lightweaver's children are to survive, they'll have to finally make peace with the death which walks in their wake.
Flight Rising gets a lore expansion, and a site event to match!
A fallen emperor reemerges into the sundrenched ruins, and throws Sornieth into chaos. If the Lightweaver's children are to survive, they'll have to finally make peace with the death which walks in their wake.
Amidst the proud, ancient columns of the Mirrorlight Promenade, the light... shifts.
Oh, it's as bright as it ought be—the bleached stone glitters just the same as the days before—but there's something about the quality of it. Something irreconcilably off, which no one can quite put a claw on. The air hangs like a noose, the heat stale and suffocating beneath a pall of dread. In the distance, Luminax howls in unholy trinity, a stark contrast to the wildlife's silence.
And then something howls back.
Oh, it's as bright as it ought be—the bleached stone glitters just the same as the days before—but there's something about the quality of it. Something irreconcilably off, which no one can quite put a claw on. The air hangs like a noose, the heat stale and suffocating beneath a pall of dread. In the distance, Luminax howls in unholy trinity, a stark contrast to the wildlife's silence.
And then something howls back.
A fallen emperor reemerges into the sundrenched ruins, and throws Sornieth into chaos. If the Lightweaver's children are to survive, they'll have to finally make peace with the death which walks in their wake.
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