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So I saw some AI art on the Skylanders subreddit and decided to "borrow" some of the designs. Give them some actual soul, y'know.
I'm pretty proud of how they turned out. They haven't got names or stories, but I adore how they look. Especially the plant person!
What are your thoughts on my new and improved designs?
What is a knight? Honorable. Brave. Kind. This is what Ignatius Grail believed.
A young wanderer of the Cloudbreak Spine, doing all he could to help anyone he came across.
One day, he came across an elderly woman asking desperately for help. She claimed that an old, corrupted dragon had forcibly taken control of the region's Temple of Ash.
Ignatius, moved by her pleas, vowed to defeat the dragon at all costs. In a show of gratitude, the elderly woman gifted the young knight a rare Djinn-forged battle-axe and insisted on inscribing a sigil of good luck onto his armor.
Thoroughly prepared, Ignatius entered the temple, deftly navigating through tunnels and traps until he reached the dragon's den, where he found... nothing. Except a single speck of light. Soft and warm.
This... can't be it, right? Where's the dragon? Ignatius thought to himself as he stared dumbfounded at the small speck.
...Right Here.
Ignatius spins around. Nothing. Still an empty chamber.
You Shouldn't Be Here, Young Knight. You Shouldn't Know This Place.
Ignatius stares at the light.
You Need to Leave. This Place Doesn't Exist.
"You... are a dragon?" the knight queries.
"No, he's my new weapon," comes a new voice, followed by the snap of a finger.
The sigils carved into Ignatius' armor roar to life as deep violet tendrils explode out of them, wrapping themselves around the knight as he falls to the ground, trapped.
A figure, a familiar figure, walks past the bound knight, giving him a piteous look as he writhes.
The elderly woman snaps her fingers again. Her form shimmers, melts- no, it laughs- as a new figure emerges
There... grinning madly at the light, stands Kaos.
Ignatius, quickly realizing he was tricked, tries again to break from his binds. He feels one of the vines fraying.
"The soul of the great dragon Ignitus. So beautiful, but so fragile," He gleefully monologues. "Now how can I protect you, I wonder? Perhaps a jar? Maybe a couple pillows?"
The dark portalmaster turns towards Ignatius, a sickening smile on his face, "Oh... I know!"
Ignatius finally tears through the ropes, grabs his axe, and charges at Kaos.
Kaos' smile never wavers as he takes a step back, grabs the light-
-and shoves it... straight into Ignatius' chest.
Searing pain immediately engulfs the young knight as his soul is forcefully combined with the dragon's. The power radiating from the combined spirits burns and melts through his body.
He crumples to the floor as he's burned from inside out.
Kaos stands above him triumphantly, unaffected by the unnatural screams and roars. He steps around the pile of burning metal, "Thanks for getting rid of the traps for me by the way! Just wanted to show you my gratitude! Now I have to go, I'll let you cool down for a couple hmm... let's say years."
Kaos walks happily to the entrance, casually flicking his hand at a loose pebble. The ground rumbles as the entrance starts to collapse.
Igna-Ignit-ius collects just enough of their faculties to reach after the fallen portalmaster, an unquenchable rage becoming the only thing they can feel.
"KAOS!!"
Today marks the birth of the Igneous Knight.
Is this... what a knight is?
A redesign to my redesign, and a rewrite of the story. I'm much more proud of this design than my original one, where I was kind of fumbling around with it.
Overall I think I improved.
Anyways, I hope y'all are having a great week!
With love,
-Cherri
Once upon a time, deep within the Bottomless Jungles, a little Drow girl wandered into the sacred grove of two powerful masters. They watched her from afar, cautiously offering aid without revealing themselves. Eventually, the wary hesitation of one was worn down by the relentless pleading of the other, and the two finally stepped out of the shadows.
When it became clear her parents were neither present nor… alive, the masters chose to take her in as their own. Over the years, they raised and trained her in a variety of combat styles and disciplines of meditation—though she never much cared for the meditation.
Eventually, they exhausted everything they could teach her. That’s when a new idea took root: perhaps there was somewhere else she could go, a place to learn more about the world beyond their secluded grove. And as it happened, they knew a certain headmaster—perhaps it was time to call in an old favor.
Oh this one was fun! But extremely time consuming, I kept struggling to figure out what pose to put her in, and then figuring out the background!
I'll say it again. Fun, but exhausting.
Hope you like it! Have a great day!
Love
-Cherri
During the final days of the Arkeyan Empire, a small but fierce band of Metal-Caste managed to take control of a rather large region of the Empire's territory. This group was led by a young, charismatic woman who easily managed to outwit and dismantle any remaining Arkeyan forces, eventually claiming the region as their own.
The Metal-Caste settled in a place now known as the Blooming Earth. A lush cluster of islands known for its abundance of magical plants and resources, and inhabited by a diverse collection of species, from the fiery Djinn to the powerful Wolven. All of whom welcomed them with open arms.
However, driven by years of fear and paranoia, the Metal-Caste soon turned on the indigenous, launching a brutal crusade under the same woman’s leadership. The violence raged for years until the native species erected magical barriers to protect their sacred lands. Before vanishing, they summoned the Hellhounds—monstrous beasts said to hunt and devour unworthy spirits—setting them on the Metal-Caste.
And it succeeded, at least for a time. The Hellhounds certainly left the invaders' forces decimated, but the sheer anger and fear the Metal-Caste felt manifested itself into something... godly.
The same Metal-Caste woman that started everything, became a symbol, an icon, a god. A goddess, not of peace and prosperity, but of war and wrath.
She burned the once magical forests and lakes into ash. She conquered the lands around them. She captured and enslaved the Hellhounds. And she continues to hunt and destroy every last sanctuary she can find.
Cull the weak. Forge the strong.
This turned into a far darker story than initially anticipated, but it fits with the more intense design of Smoulderdash I wanted to make.
The design turned out great, I think there are some aspects I could've done better, but I think I've done enough for now.
Hope you enjoy, and have a great day!
With love,
-Cherri
After the destruction of Avalar and subsequent birth of the Skylands, it was absolute chaos. In these dark times, the advanced Arkeyan species used the confusion to expand their empire. But they were met with many forces looking to stop them, the Dragons, the Portalmasters, and many others. Though these challengers were strong, they only managed to slow the Empire's advance. All except the Elemental Giants, who managed to repeatedly cause massive amounts of damage and loss with every directed attack.
In an attempt to stop the Giants, the Arkeyans began designing weapons specifically targeted to kill them. The greatest of these weapons, their masterpiece, was almost complete when the Arkeyan Emperor was slain and the Empire crumbled.
The weapon was left to rot... until a few millennia later a trio of curious friends woke it up.
Let's take a look at an old favorite of mine, along with some designs of younger Eon, Strykore, and Kaossandra. This was a blast to design.
Hope y'all have a great day!
With love,
-Cherri
Kai'Yan Sketches
Hey! I found some sketches of Kai I lost a bit ago. Just wanted to post them here for now.
There's not much else to say here. Have a great day!
With love,
-Cherri
The Grand Gardens of Tammuz
These grand gardens have stood for millennia, since even before the Arkeyans.
This is where the Nine Muses founded the city of Ambrosius Vale, where they first united their tribes through art and innovation.
According to Artemisia, this is the most peaceful place in the city, and is prime real estate (for napping).
Her friend Calix likes to meet her here to talk about random stuff that happened during the week. Arty's usually the one rambling, but occasionally he get's to speak his peace.
I love how this piece came out, especially the landscape. I think it fits together perfectly.
I hope you're all having a wonderful day!
Love
-Cherri
The Labyrinthine District
Welcome to the Labyrinthine District, the smallest yet most compact part of Ambrosius Vale. With its winding alleys and stacked architecture, its a wonder anyone can find their way through these streets. Yet it's where many call home, including the sisters and their family's workshop.
Noirena's here either shopping or socializing. I don't know, she's here.
This piece took a lot out of me, but I'm glad I finished it (a lot faster than I thought I would too). I hope y'all enjoy it!
I hope you have a great day, dear friends!
-Cherri
Hey! I personally think that the colors really stand out.
Just Arty messing with Nori, nothing special.
Complaining to Little Sis
A short introduction to Noirena Calliopas, Artemisia's little sister. She's often subject to any grumbling Arty has regarding just about anything.
Also, yes. Arty is the shorter sibling, and she doodles on the walls despite Nori's protests.
Nori's appearance is actually based on an early version of Splat, I think they called her Inkwell? That might be wrong, don't take my word for it.
Love you all! Take care of yourselves!
-Cherri
Hello! Yes I'm still alive, just busy with life.
I finally made my way to digital and have been playing around with things.
Here's a simple scene I drew up, can you guess who it is?
Hope you all have a magnificent day!
Love,
Cherri
Journal Entry Leith de Aurum, Master Engineer and Researcher Skylanders Academy Laboratory Cycle 5471, Day 192
Subject: The Hidden Dangers of Traptanium
Today I write this entry with trembling hands and a pounding headache, still reeling from what can only be described as the most humbling moment of my career. Traptanium, for all its fascinating properties, is more dangerous than I could have anticipated. My curiosity led me to a misstep—one that could have ended far worse than it did.
The Incident
While inspecting Nana Crie’Cai’s Traptanium-tipped lance, I made a grave error. Despite my usual precautions, I underestimated the material’s sensitivity to magical energy and failed to recognize a key design flaw: the lance’s core contains a feedback loop that amplifies power when mishandled.
My intention was simple—run a series of tests to measure how much energy the lance siphons from an enchanted object over time. I positioned a magically imbued crystal as a target and calibrated my instruments. The moment I activated the lance, a surge of energy rippled through the air, and the crystal shattered into a fine dust. Before I could react, the feedback arced toward me.
The sensation was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. A searing tug gripped my chest, as though my very essence was being drawn away. My vision blurred, and my knees buckled under the weight of sudden, overwhelming fatigue. Nana intervened immediately, deactivating the lance with a grumbled curse, likely aimed at me. The damage, however, was already done.
Physical and Magical Repercussions
Within moments of the incident, I was overcome by an intense chest pain, as if something deep within me had been forcibly yanked out. This was accompanied by a numbing sensation in my limbs, especially my hands, which left me unable to grip tools or stand without assistance. A disorienting sense of emptiness engulfed me, as though my connection to my magic and vitality had been abruptly severed, leaving me adrift in a void of unfamiliar fragility.
Hours later, the aftershocks persist, leaving me noticeably drained. My magical reserves feel depleted, and attempts to channel even minor enchantments yield only weak, flickering sparks. A profound fatigue weighs heavily on me, both physically and mentally, rendering even the simplest of tasks a monumental challenge. The lingering effects make it clear that the event has left more than a temporary mark on my being.
Beyond the physical and magical toll, the incident has deeply shaken me psychologically. Traptanium’s ability to interact with one’s very essence is not merely a scientific curiosity—it is a terrifying reality. This experience has left me acutely aware of its power and vulnerability, and the dread of its implications continues to loom large in my thoughts.
Why Did This Happen?
Upon reflection and further analysis, I identified the following contributing factors:
Improper Handling: I failed to consider the lance’s unique enchantment, which actively seeks out nearby magical sources to disrupt and absorb. My proximity, combined with the lingering traces of my own magical enhancements, made me an unintentional target.
Amplification Effect: The feedback loop within the lance is designed to enhance its power in combat, but this feature becomes hazardous in uncontrolled environments. When the lance struck the enchanted crystal, the energy it absorbed was magnified and redirected toward me.
Human Vulnerability: Unlike Nana, whose innate magical resilience allows her to wield the lance safely, I lack the training and compatibility necessary to interact with Traptanium weaponry at such a close level.
Broader Dangers of Traptanium
This incident has underscored the inherent risks of working with Traptanium:
Unpredictable Energy Reactions: Traptanium is highly reactive to magical and elemental energy. Without proper containment, it can draw power indiscriminately, causing unexpected surges or backlashes.
Harm to Users and Bystanders: Even those with training can be caught off guard by Traptanium’s effects. Its ability to sap strength and energy poses a threat not only to enemies but also to allies and users.
Dependency on Compatibility: Traptanium weaponry is not universally safe. Only those with natural resilience or extensive training, like the Trap Masters, can wield it effectively. Those without these traits are at risk of severe harm.
Potential for Misuse: In the wrong hands, Traptanium could become a weapon of immense devastation. A rogue element could exploit its power to drain entire regions of magic or enslave others through its tethering effects.
Lessons Learned
The incident has forced me to reevaluate my approach to Traptanium research. Moving forward, I will implement the following safeguards:
Enhanced Protective Measures: All experiments involving Traptanium will be conducted behind reinforced barriers, with strict limits on proximity and exposure.
Specialized Training: I will consult the Trap Masters to better understand their methods of handling Traptanium, even if it’s unlikely I’ll ever wield it myself.
Informed Collaboration: Going forward, I will only conduct experiments with the direct supervision of those experienced in using Traptanium weaponry.
Closing Thoughts
As I sit here nursing my wounds (physical and otherwise), I can’t help but marvel at Traptanium’s dual nature. It is a material of immense power and potential, capable of reshaping the battlefield and protecting the innocent. Yet, its dangers are equally profound, demanding respect and caution from those who seek to harness it.
I owe my life to Nana’s quick thinking and her intimate knowledge of her weapon. Without her intervention, the consequences could have been far worse. This experience has left me humbled—and more determined than ever to unlock Traptanium’s secrets responsibly.
For now, I’ll let my body rest, though my mind remains restless with questions. What other dangers does this material hold? And what price must one pay to wield its power?
End Log.
Log Entry Leith de Aurum, Master Engineer and Researcher Skylanders Academy Laboratory Cycle 5471, Day 189
"Subject: Traptanium Weaponry and Its Impact on Power Depletion
The more I delve into Traptanium’s mysteries, the more I find myself in awe—and, admittedly, unsettled—by its capabilities. Today’s focus was on a particularly potent property of Traptanium weaponry: its ability to erode the magical and physical power of those struck. To aid my research, I enlisted the reluctant help of Nana Crie’Cai, a formidable centaur warrior and master of the Traptanium-tipped lance she wields with unmatched precision.
Observations on Power Erosion
The phenomenon of power erosion appears unique to Traptanium weaponry, distinct from the blunt force or physical damage caused by conventional arms. When Nana demonstrated her lance in a controlled environment, the following effects were noted:
Immediate Impact: When her lance struck a magical construct (a training dummy imbued with elemental energy), the energy began to dissipate almost instantly. Unlike typical disruption spells, which scatter or repel magic, the Traptanium seemed to consume the energy, leaving the construct visibly weaker.
Lingering Weakness: Targets struck by Traptanium weaponry show signs of sustained debilitation. In sparring exercises with other Skylanders (all carefully supervised, of course), Nana’s strikes caused her opponents to feel sluggish and unable to summon their full strength. Even Spyro, in a brief demonstration, described the sensation as “like trying to ignite a fire with no tinder.”
Numbing Effect: Nana noted that, during battle, her lance disrupts not only a foe’s magical reserves but also their connection to their abilities. One subject described feeling an unnatural numbness in the moments after being struck, as though the part of themselves tied to their powers had temporarily gone dormant.
Analysis: This property stems from Traptanium’s inherent nature as a conduit for containing and manipulating energy. When used as a weapon, the material interacts with a target’s magical and elemental essence, not only interrupting the flow of power but actively drawing it away. This could explain why individuals tethered to Traptanium containment crystals experience numbness and a diminished sense of self when they stray too far.
Trap Masters and Their Specialization
Through... stressful conversations with Nana, I gained insight into why the Trap Masters are uniquely suited to wielding Traptanium weaponry.
Control and Discipline: The use of Traptanium weapons requires immense precision. A careless strike could sap more power than intended, potentially leaving a target or environment irreparably damaged. Trap Masters undergo rigorous training to master the balance between drawing power from a foe and avoiding collateral harm.
Innate Resilience: Trap Masters often have an unusually strong connection to their own elemental cores, which shields them from Traptanium’s side effects. Nana explained that when she first trained with her lance, she felt the weapon “testing” her—a tugging at her own essence that only subsided once she established a balance with the material.
Strategic Advantage: Traptanium weapons are not designed for brute force. Instead, they emphasize disruption and control, weakening opponents to the point where their abilities are rendered ineffective. This approach aligns with the Trap Masters’ philosophy: to neutralize threats efficiently without unnecessary destruction.
Applications in Combat
The power-eroding properties of Traptanium weaponry make it invaluable in specific scenarios:
Neutralizing High-Power Threats: Traptanium weapons can disarm powerful enemies, reducing their ability to fight back. Nana’s lance, for example, has been used to weaken large foes before her allies move in to subdue them.
Energy Drain and Containment: By drawing power away from their targets, Trap Masters can effectively disable magical constructs or prevent reinforcements from materializing in battle.
Battlefield Control: The lingering weakness caused by Traptanium strikes forces opponents to fight at a disadvantage, creating opportunities for strategic maneuvers.
Challenges and Ethical Considerations
While the potential of Traptanium weaponry is undeniable, its use raises ethical concerns:
Risk of Overuse: Prolonged exposure to Traptanium strikes can leave lasting damage to an individual’s magical core. Nana has been forbidden from using her lance in training exercises to avoid this issue (though she whines about it constantly).
Dependency on Trap Masters: The specialized nature of these weapons means their use is limited to a select few. This creates a reliance on the Trap Masters that could be problematic in prolonged conflicts.
Psychological Toll: The numbing sensation and temporary loss of power caused by Traptanium strikes can be deeply unsettling, even for seasoned warriors. Spyro himself noted that such experiences can “shake your confidence in ways you don’t expect."
Closing Thoughts: Traptanium weaponry represents a double-edged sword, capable of disarming the most formidable foes but also fraught with risks. The Trap Masters’ discipline and expertise ensure these weapons are wielded responsibly, but their rarity underscores how dangerous Traptanium can be in the wrong hands. Nana’s insights - though blunt - have deepened my understanding, but I suspect I’ve only begun to scratch the surface of what this extraordinary material can do."
End Log.
Nana Crie'Cai: Warlord of The Fractured
In the chaotic, fractured realm known as The Spaces Between, where time glitches and reality shatters, there emerged a warlord whose war-horn still echoes across the Skylands. Nana Crie’Cai, a towering, muscle-bound powerhouse with a loud, reckless personality and a booming voice, built her fearsome reputation on the battlefield. She led her troops not from the safety of a command tent but in the thick of the fray, her laughter ringing out as she mucked around in the dirt or drank her soldiers under the table. She was as likely to win a battle with her fists as with her strategy, her sheer physical might and blunt charisma earning the loyalty of her shadow-forged army, the Crie’Nai.
Her right-hand, Loris Foe’Dei, was equally formidable but quieter and more calculating. Together, they were an unstoppable force of chaos and destruction. Their relationship focused more on strategy and conflict, but that doesn't stop two idiots fooling around—a dynamic that eventually resulted in their daughter, Little Foal. A surprise to both of them, Little Foal was disregarded by the soldiers and was never truly prioritized by her warlord parents, who were too consumed by their campaigns to offer much in the way of nurturing.
The Conquest of Light and Dark
Nana Crie’Cai believed herself the rightful ruler of both the Spires of Light and Dark, claiming her mastery of their intersection in The Spaces Between as proof of her destiny. With her Crie’Nai at her back, she launched devastating campaigns against both realms, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Her armies’ fracture-forged creatures, born from the chaotic energies of The Spaces Between, were unlike anything the Spires had faced before. Nana’s victories seemed inevitable until her enemies did the unthinkable.
The forces of Light and Dark, usually bitterly opposed, formed a fragile alliance under the leadership of Master Strix, Commander White, and the legendary Skylander Council. In a climactic battle, the coalition outmaneuvered Nana and her forces, using enchanted seals forged from both Light and Dark Traptanium to imprison her and her loyalists within The Spaces Between. Loris, ever loyal, shared her fate. Little Foal, still a child, was taken in by the Skylanders to ensure her safety.
Betrayal and Rebellion
The instability of The Spaces Between eventually eroded the seals binding Nana and her forces. Freed once more, Nana and Loris began rebuilding the Crie’Nai, this time with the aim of consolidating their power before resuming their conquest. However, their efforts caught the attention of Kaos, who sought to recruit them for his own schemes. When Kaos demanded their allegiance, Nana laughed in his face, amused by his arrogance. Loris, however, saw an opportunity. She argued that aligning with Kaos could bolster their resources and hasten their return to power.
The disagreement escalated into a bitter conflict, splitting their forces into two factions. Loris and her loyalists joined Kaos, while Nana and her followers were driven from The Spaces Between. Enraged by Loris’s betrayal, Nana stomped across the Skylands, her once-mighty army reduced to a ragged band of warriors.
Spyro's Offer
Nana’s rampage eventually brought her face-to-face with the Skylanders once again. Though their initial encounters were hostile, Spyro saw an opportunity. Weary from years of war, Spyro understood the value of a powerful, if unruly, ally. He offered Nana a deal: the Skylanders would recognize her as the rightful Warden of The Spaces Between, granting her authority over its chaotic energies and ensuring no one else could exploit the realm’s instability. Additionally, Spyro promised to help Nana reclaim her forces and strike back against Loris and Kaos.
There was one condition: Nana had to take responsibility for Little Foal, who'd been raised by the Skylanders. Nana, who had never seen herself as a mother, initially balked at the idea. But the prospect of revenge, combined with the chance to reclaim her fractured legacy, ultimately swayed her. Begrudgingly, she accepted the deal.
Nana’s integration into the Skylanders has been anything but smooth. Loud, brash, and perpetually testing boundaries, she's a nightmare (pun intended) to manage. She drinks too much, fights too often, and treats rules as suggestions at best. Yet her strength and strategic mind constantly prove invaluable in every operation she's involved with. Her interactions with Little Foal are equally chaotic. Nana has no idea how to parent, but hopefully over time, she'll learn to bond with her daughter in her own rough-edged way.
-Gold
Nana was - to date - one of the most difficult designs for me to draw! I suck at drawing horses, so when someone's a half horse... Ugh! It was rough, I couldn't get the fucking legs right for so long!
*long suffering horse-themed sigh*
Anyway, time to gush! Despite the issues, I think they came out perfect! I managed to give her a more bulky build to fit her war-lord backstory. Her mane and coat were fun to mess around with, but I really like the grey and white of her body contrasted with the dark cerulean of her mane and tail.
Her armor was a fascinating blend of cool grey marker and violet pencil. With some extra gold accents thrown in. Their lance is based off of the ones used in jousting, as is the rest of their entire concept.
(Gold told me the lance looks like a dirty traffic cone, I told them to fuck off)
Oh, and the crest was fun to design, I literally just took a black colored pencil and started scratching like I was in kindergarten again, and I love it!
Nana’s status as a Demi-girl is my own personal headcanon, I’m not sure what Gold actually has written for them. But hey, they didn’t stop me!
Btw Nana has a scottish accent, nothing can change my mind on that.
Hope you like her!
With love
-Cherri
Ole Silver Patches
Centuries ago, a giantkin artisan created a patchwork doll for their child, repairing it lovingly whenever it was worn. A pink heart was sewn into its chest, symbolizing their bond. Tragedy struck when the child died in an accident. Overcome with grief, the artisan attempted to use forbidden Blood and Spirit magic to bring the child back, but the ritual failed, claiming their life instead. As they fell, the fused souls of the child and artisan awakened the doll, giving it life.
The doll, drawn to the artisan’s Traptanium scissors—The Trimmers—began wandering the Skylands, collecting needles and threads, unsure of its purpose. Along the way, it met Chop Chop, another construct born of Blood Magic, who introduced it to Master Eon. Eon, intrigued by the living doll, named it Silver Patches.
Patches discovered a gift for sewing, creating garments and armor imbued with enchantments drawn from the Trimmers. These designs became vital to the Skylanders, blending protection with identity. Despite finding purpose, questions about his magical origins and the souls within him linger, driving him to explore the Skylands, stitching together meaning one thread at a time.
-Gold
He ain’t got a very happy story tbh. But he’s still fun to draw! The proportions between Silver and his Trimmers make him really stand out from others I’ve drawn. Unfortunately I’m really bad at lineups since I’m stuck to traditional art for now, but hopefully I’ll get there someday.
So! What do ya think?
Have a great day and happy holidays!
Love
-Cherri
Log Entry Leith de Aurum, Master Engineer and Researcher Skylanders Academy Laboratory Cycle 5471, Day 187
"Subject: Applications of Traptanium in Weaponry: Observations on the Trimmers and Loki Alfson's Boomerang
The concept of Traptanium as a material for weaponry is not new, but its practical applications remain poorly understood. Until now, my studies have focused on containment and security, but recent opportunities have allowed me to analyze two distinct examples of Traptanium-enhanced weapons: the Trimmers, a unique pair of scissors used by Ole Silver Patches, and a Traptanium-rimmed boomerang once wielded by the late Loki Alfson.
Both items showcase fascinating traits of Traptanium, reinforcing its reputation as a material of incredible versatility—and danger.
The Trimmers
Owner: Ole Silver Patches, Skylanders' tailor and craftsman. Description: The Trimmers are massive scissors with edges lined in raw Traptanium. Despite their size and weight, Silver Patches wields them with surprising finesse. Though they're primarily used in combat situations, they can cut through materials no other blade could handle.
Observations:
Precision Cutting: The Trimmers are extraordinarily sharp, capable of slicing through enchanted fabrics and even magically reinforced materials. I tested their edge on a variety of substances, including leather enchanted by Spyro’s flame and a steel alloy imbued with magical runes. In both cases, the scissors cut cleanly with minimal resistance.
Reactive Properties: The Traptanium lining seems to resonate with the intent of the wielder. When used for tailoring, the Trimmers exhibit a gentleness that belies their power, cutting fabric with no fraying or unintended damage. However, when Silver Patches demonstrated their combat capabilities, the scissors seemed to shift—almost as if attuning themselves to destructive precision.
Unique Wielder Bond: Silver Patches noted that the Trimmers “feel alive,” responding better to his touch than to anyone else’s. My attempts to replicate his control yielded clumsy and uneven results, suggesting the weapon may be partially tethered to his essence. While not a full Traptanium bond like those observed in containment crystals, it’s clear the material adapts to its user in subtle ways.
Applications: The Trimmers are an example of how Traptanium’s properties can be harnessed for both utility and combat. Their dual-purpose design highlights the potential for other tools to combine mundane functionality with battlefield effectiveness.
Loki Alfson’s Boomerang
Former Owner: Loki Alfson, recently deceased Trap Master. Description: A curved, rune-inscribed boomerang rimmed with Traptanium. The weapon is designed to return to its wielder and can channel magical energy to create devastating shockwaves.
Observations: Obtaining permission to study this weapon was no small feat. Spyro was initially reluctant, citing the weapon’s history and the personal loss it represents. After much discussion—and perhaps some carefully worded arguments about the need to understand Traptanium to better protect the Skylands—he finally agreed.
Resonance with Magic: Unlike the Trimmers, Loki’s boomerang actively channels and amplifies magical energy. When thrown, the Traptanium rim generates a faint glow, leaving behind a shimmering arc in the air. When infused with even a small amount of magical energy, the boomerang creates a concussive blast on impact, capable of toppling reinforced structures.
Self-Returning Mechanism: The Traptanium rim plays a key role in the weapon’s ability to return to its wielder. It seems to sense the location of its bonded user, adjusting its flight path midair with eerie precision. In my hands, the boomerang returned erratically, landing several meters away rather than returning directly. However, when Spyro held it—even briefly—it curved smoothly back into his grasp.
Residual Essence: The boomerang still carries traces of Loki Alfson’s essence. When I handled the weapon for prolonged periods, I felt a faint but unmistakable sense of... self. It wasn’t hostile, but it was deeply melancholic, as though the weapon itself mourns its lost master. Spyro confirmed he has felt this as well, though he didn’t elaborate further.
Applications and Ethical Considerations: The boomerang’s ability to amplify and direct magical energy makes it an invaluable asset, but its tethered nature limits who can wield it effectively. Moreover, the residual essence within the weapon raises ethical concerns about using Traptanium items tied to fallen individuals. Does their use dishonor their memory—or preserve it? Would we be... using those once tied to the crystal?
Comparative Analysis
Both weapons demonstrate Traptanium’s ability to adapt and attune itself to its wielder, though the degree and nature of this attunement differ. The Trimmers are practical and precise, while the boomerang is devastating and volatile. Together, they represent two extremes of Traptanium’s potential: one as a tool of creation, the other as a weapon of destruction.
Final Thoughts
For all its brilliance, Traptanium remains as enigmatic as ever. Every discovery brings new questions, and every experiment feels like I’m peeling back only the outermost layer of a far deeper mystery.
End Log."
Log Entry Leith de Aurum, Master Engineer and Researcher Skylanders Academy Laboratory Cycle 5471, Day 186
"Subject: Exploring Traptanium’s Potential as a Security Measure
Traptanium continues to surprise me with its multifaceted properties. Its ability to shift color in response to the presence of an individual—reflecting their spirit and magical essence—has immense potential beyond containment. Could we repurpose this phenomenon for something as practical and vital as security?
To explore this possibility, I enlisted the help of Tiger Lily, whose stealth and agility make her an ideal test subject. If Traptanium could reliably detect someone as elusive as her, it would validate its application as a high-level security measure.
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Experiment One: General Proximity Detection I placed a small shard of Traptanium in a sealed room and asked Tiger Lily to approach it. The crystal, initially clear and dormant, shifted to a vibrant green as she drew closer—a hue that seemed to mirror the vitality and life force she exudes. Even as she masked her footsteps and suppressed her magical aura, the crystal continued to react, growing brighter as she approached.
This confirmed my hypothesis: Traptanium is not reliant on traditional sensory inputs like sound or sight. It responds to the presence of an individual’s essence—an almost metaphysical interaction.
Outcome: Traptanium could serve as an early warning system, alerting to the presence of anyone nearby, even those skilled in evasion or cloaking techniques.
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Experiment Two: Identification by Essence Next, I tested whether Traptanium could distinguish between individuals. After calibrating the crystal to Tiger Lily’s essence, I asked her to leave the room. When I entered in her place, the crystal remained clear and inactive. Tiger Lily then re-entered, and the crystal immediately resumed its green glow.
To test further, I introduced Cynder, Encritus, and a magically animated construct into the experiment. Each subject elicited a distinct color reaction: deep purples and blacks for Cynder, deep bloody reds and oranges for Encritus, and an pale icy blue for the construct. No two individuals produced the same hue or pattern, reinforcing the idea that the crystal’s reaction is unique to the essence it detects.
Outcome: Traptanium could be used as an identification system, recognizing individuals by their magical signature rather than physical appearance.
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Experiment Three: Intrusion Detection The final test involved a more complex scenario. I installed multiple Traptanium shards around the perimeter of the Academy vault. The goal was to determine whether the crystals could not only detect Tiger Lily’s presence but also track her movements.
True to her reputation, she managed to evade visual detection entirely, weaving through shadows and avoiding patrols. Yet, the crystals betrayed her every step. Each shard shifted to green as she passed, creating a trail of glowing markers that effectively mapped her path through the area. She admitted afterward that it was “frustratingly effective” and suggested we not use this system in any pranks involving her quarters.
Outcome: Traptanium could serve as a motion tracker or perimeter defense, providing real-time information on an intruder’s location.
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Limitations and Ethical Considerations Despite its potential, there are challenges and ethical dilemmas to consider.
Range and Sensitivity: The crystals are reactive only within a certain radius, which appears to vary depending on the strength of the individual’s essence. Stronger magical presences, like Encritus, trigger reactions from greater distances, while weaker or suppressed signatures require closer proximity.
Privacy Concerns: The fact that Traptanium reflects not just presence but essence could lead to significant ethical concerns. Using it for security would mean constantly exposing an individual’s magical signature—a deeply personal aspect of their identity.
Tampering Risks: While Traptanium can be refined into a nearly indestructible material under most circumstances, its reliance on essence could theoretically allow an exceptionally skilled magic user to manipulate or obscure their signature, bypassing detection.
Future Possibilities The idea of using Traptanium as a security measure is tantalizing. With further refinement, we could create systems that:
Identify individuals with unmatched precision.
Detect hidden threats in real time.
Map intruder movements, allowing for swift responses.
However, as Tiger Lily wisely pointed out, such systems must be deployed with care. Security should not come at the cost of trust or freedom. If we choose to use Traptanium in this way, we must ensure its use remains transparent, ethical, and limited to safeguarding what truly matters.
For now, I’ll continue refining the system, perhaps experimenting with integrating Traptanium into mechanical constructs or automated defense systems. There’s a delicate balance to strike between innovation and responsibility, and I’m determined to find it.
End Log.