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For Sale: Yachdiel, Rhiada, and Ceinfryn
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All three come with lore blurbs.
Yachdiel: Yachdiel was ambitious from the start. A little runt of a thing born to a risen demon and her controlling mate, she saw greatness in herself when no one else did. She tore her way back through the planes of the world and made a name for herself among her underworld brethren. The Hewn City is her playground and those within it are her subjects, whether they choose to acknowledge that or not. While not outwardly strong, Yachdiel is cunning and ferocious in her desires and willing to get others' claws dirty to achieve her goals. Heaven help her younger sisters if they remain in her claws.
Rhiada: Once this lady might have been a benign force in the world but slipping between the planes as a hatchling and the things she encountered among true demons forever scarred her. Far more calm and collected than her extroverted sisters, Rhiada commands loyalty in a way her elder sister cannot. A patient but cruel being in her own right Rhiada bides her time until she can overthrow her sister with the small but devoted following that she has.
Ceinfryn: Ceinfryn, the largely addled and curiously delighted in petty cruelty youngest sister. Under the harsh thumb of her eldest sister and the careful machinations of the middle sister her lack of guile leaves her chained to their whims. She holds little ambition of her own but like a rabid dog can be turned on enemies with a frightening discard for any sort of common decency.
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Alas, it was a task for another time. Tacen was long since done consuming her egg and it was the task of the parents to see her put to bed comfortably.
His sister felt wrong. That much was easy to tell. Her former easy laughter was now strained and echoed in all of the wrong ways. Her body shifted, dyed new hues by the change she had gone through. Fylstan no longer recognized Aseare.
He finally knew why.
It was hard for the skydancer to accept but that fateful day when he had purged the taint of the Shade from their land it seemed he hadn’t gotten all of it. He kept his concerns close to his breast even as the murmurs about his sister grew within the clan. He was not blind to Tanhlyta’s…controlling nature, her manipulative desire to keep him to herself. Sometimes he wondered at the sincerity of her affections but even if he was just being used he held affection for her all the same. Fylstan knew if she discovered his intentions he would lose his sister forever – he was well aware of the risk to himself and he knew the seer wouldn’t let his actions pass.
The dark skydancer carefully uncurled himself from around Tacen – his wonderful little miracle of a daughter – so as not to disturb her slumber. She was so young yet, barely out of the hatchling caverns, and he regretted that she may wake alone in the world. Tanhlyta was hardly involved in her daughter’s life though she did occasionally gift her with wondrous little trinkets. Fylstan nuzzled his star-touched daughter before he slipped out of his lair.
The hallways of the lair weren’t cool by any stretch of the imagination – Fire lairs never were – but the heat was more bearable at night and danced along his hide pleasantly. His lair was fairly close to the common areas of the clan and he navigated the maze-like structure of the clan’s lair with practiced ease to reach his destination.
He had heard rumours that Aseare was being sent out to the west to deal with a problem. It should have been him going to deal with it but Aseare had taken on more and more of his work, her powers growing exponentially and confounding the clan as to the cause. In a way he was proud of her but he was also scared for her. Power like that came not from herself but from that which was infecting her. The more she gave in to it the more possessed she became and Fylstan feared that it might already be too late.
Fylstan stepped out onto the rock shelf that served as the clan’s entrance and prepared himself to take flight when a shudder coursed through him and his gaze whipped to his right.
Darkness. It rolled off of Aseare sinisterly as she stepped out of the shadows at the very edge of the rock shelf. She seemed perfectly at home in it and when she spoke Fylstan understood why.
“If it isn’t brother dearest,” she hissed, a dark echo accompanying her voice.
“You’re not Aseare,” he accused quickly, taking a step back despite himself.
“How astute! I knew you had figured us out. Clever, clever Fylstan. Heroic, too, wanting to save her. But does she really need saving? She wanted this, you know. Power. To protect you, as I recall.”
“Give her back,” Fylstan demanded, undaunted by the thing’s taunting.
“Hmm…no. I don’t think so. We’ve been looking for a compatible host for too long. Are you going to fight us on this? She doesn’t want you hurt but we will defend ourselves.”
Fylstan’s whole body began to glow in answer and the thing in Aseare sighed.
“Very well. Don’t say we didn’t try to be reasonable,” they said.
Fire and light clashed with the roiling darkness, the two spellcasters flinging magic at each other ferociously. The dull roar of Fylstan’s magic was swallowed up endlessly by Aseare’s silence. The commotion caught the eye of a sentinel and the clan was alerted and Fylstan growled through clamped fangs. He had been trying not to tap into too much of himself but if he didn’t finish the fight soon Tanhlyta would arrive and he would lose his chance.
Fylstan dug deep into his essence to pull out his full strength. He could tell the Shade in Aseare realized it was outmatched when he did so but it was too late for it to do anything. He hooked his magic deep into Aseare’s being and found the root of the Shade’s infection. There was a roaring in his ears as he wrapped his being around the Shade and yanked it right out of Aseare and into himself.
His magic trickled away and he realized the roaring in his ears had been himself.
What have you done to us!? This body is fading! We don’t want to go, let us out! The Shade screamed in his mind but he just locked it down farther and smiled grimly. Fylstan could see his sister’s crumpled but breathing form, meaning he had kept his promise to protect her.
Shapes around him began blurring but he was able to make out the sleepy form of Tacen being held back by other members of the clan even as his own mother and the healers rushed to his side.
His vision faded completely along with the Shade’s dying screeches.
Sometimes I wish we could have a “Clan Apprenticeships” list or something.
Like, say I have a blacksmith, but their parents aren’t blacksmiths, and they don’t come from a fire clan, so I need somewhere they could’ve learned their skills at. So I pull up an “Apprenticeship List” that has a bunch of dragons from different clans and what their skills are.
So I find a blacksmith dragon, contact the user and ask if their dragon could be/could’ve been my dragon’s apprentice. They say ok, and boom, their dragon is now in my dragon’s lore! Inter-clan connections without having to buy lore babies or forge clan alliances :0
I’d be totally up to do that. Maybe make a lists of Apprenticeship and Masters. Thus what dragons need apprenticeships and which ones are masters in your clan.
This way people can contact someone who has apprentices on the list with “I have such and such dragons who are this if you want them to be the masters”
and then the idea with “I this this dragon that I want to be this, can they be apprentices for such and such dragon. “
Just a little drabble about how Riceterea found Angnere’s egg abandoned in the Scarred Wasteland, now that both of them have lore.
Riceterea kicked off some weird creeping goop that attempted to stick to her foot with an annoyed growl. Why her wanderings so frequently took her to the Scarred Wasteland despite her hate for the place she had no idea. Travelling through the Ashfall Waste to check up on their primary lair was something she felt was necessary but seeing the exceedingly slow recovery of the land after that idiot got it all contaminated usually further angered her.
After that, passing through the Windsinger’s lands was usually a blur because everyone there was way too damn happy to put up with and then before she knew it she inevitably ended up traversing the wandering contagion.
A strange scent in the air distracted the wildclaw and she lifted her head to better catch it. Her lips lifted in a disgusted snarl and she changed course to stalk in the direction of the smell despite her better judgement. It wasn’t often that she came across such a strong smell of singed, rotting dragon flesh, after all. Usually that meant a larger battle than a simple skirmish.
Following the scent she found the remains of what once must have been an entire clan. What fire there had been had already finished running its course, though it didn’t look like it had been a natural fire. A few of the bodies had very obvious evidence of a fight that the flames hadn’t destroyed. Served them right. The strong fought and lived and the weak perished, that was the way it should be.
Riceterea gladly picked through the encampment for things of value or food. They certainly didn’t need their worldly things any longer and she was always hungry in the plague infested lands because none of the food ever smelled right. In her searching she stumbled, quite literally, across the smashed remains of a nest where one lone egg remained intact. It had been partially hidden under stained cloth that she moved out of the way with disgust.
It was still alive, near as she could tell. Riceterea knew little about eggs that weren’t of a fire nature. Fire eggs basked in the heat of lava and that was how they were kept warm. Did plague eggs need to be warmed too? In which case was it already too late for that egg?
Riceterea stared at it for a moment before ruffling her wings and stooping to grab the egg in her claws. She rearranged the mantle around her neck so that there was a place for the egg and placed it there. “If you’re strong you’ll survive, whatever you are,” she told it gruffly.
It looked like she would be returning home earlier than she had planned.
So...I have a weakness for obs/crim starting with my custom progen. And then obs/crim/white became a specific weakness with Eadgiefa and the male imp (who has yet to be renamed).
Aseare let out a derisive sniff and refused to answer before storming out of the infirmary.
“Asa! Wait!” The skydancer called out, immediately going after her despite his lingering poor health.
Fylstan gently nosed the lone egg sitting in the shallow pool of lava. Most of his clan left nest tending to Niehsta but the skydancer could no easier leave the raising of his child to another than he could abandon his sister. Even if he was currently at odds with her. She had been distant and snappish ever since he began his training with Tanhlyta and she had only grown worse when the two had entered an actual relationship of sorts.
Tanhlyta herself was a fairly emotionally distant dragon, Fylstan had come to know. Not emotionless entirely but he understood why she didn’t fit in so well with the rest of the clan. Well, that and her genuine madness. He would have to be a fool not to notice it – or her far darker arts – and wonder sometimes if she only wanted to use him. There was something about her though that had him trusting her.
The clan still didn’t, probably never would…and he was all too aware no one really approved of his interactions with her. They had made that abundantly clear with their whispers and avoidance. Fylstan cared little for their opinions anymore. All they had wanted from him was his abilities, even if it cost him his life. If they wanted to continue relying on his power they were just going to have to accept his choices.
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Fylstan awoke many days later to a splash of magma in his face and the sharp sound of a crack. The excited skydancer slipped his way into the nest to curl around his hatching egg. He had a flitting idea to send for Tanhlyta but considering the pearlcatcher’s unique talents he was willing to bet she already knew. If she cared to show up, she would.
As the pieces of the fire-infused egg fell away the visage of his daughter was revealed. Fylstan cooed at the newborn pearlcatcher as he gathered the shards of her egg in front of her. He was awed at the instinctive hunger she had for her shell for she dug right into the shards when they were put before her.
The Flamecaller had truly blessed them, for she had a coat of starlight that blazed as bright as her eyes. She truly was a-
“Marvel,” Tanhlyta uttered smoothly, slipping into the moment seamlessly. “Her name, that is. Tacen, with the meaning of ‘marvel.’ Truly fitting for one born of us, wouldn’t you say?”
“Tacen. It suits her,” Fylstan responded, voice warmed with the presence of mate and daughter. “She’s as beautiful as her mother.”
“Ha! He flatters the wrong one. The wee marvel outstrips us both, at least in looks. Too early to tell if she has any of our…gifts, as it were. Can’t see her future.” The elder pearlcatcher sounded displeased about that particular fact which had Fylstan chuckling.
“Sometimes some things are best left as surprises,” he said.
“Quite so, brother.”
Tanhylta blinked in surprise and inclined her head to get a look at the entrance to their nesting area while Fylstan gave a very visible start at the cold voice of his sister. Voices? Her voice seemed to carry an echo to it – though perhaps that could be blamed on the acoustics of the cavern based on her position. Aseare smiled at the pair of them and then at the oblivious hatchling in the center of it all.
“Who knew you’d hatch such a cutie, brother? And here I thought the mother would have more influence but your daughter seems to have inherited your dear old dad’s shine,” the nocturne continued, voice biting bitterly.
“Asa? What…are you alright?” Fylstan faltered over his words. He was overcome with shock by his sister’s seeming transformation. He knew her as a happy, if easily annoyed, dragon…not this harsh being keen on tearing others down with words.
“Better than you, I dare say. You look exhausted Fylstan. Been using magic too much lately?” She asked knowingly.
Fylstan’s antennae very nearly twitched at all the negative energy radiating off his sister. Fear, loneliness, pride, anticipation - all coagulating together and warping each other. Why did some part of her seem…pleased that he was so weakened? That despite his training with Tanhlyta he only seemed to be delaying the inevitable – not stopping it?
“Well, take care of young – Tacen, was it? – and her favourite auntie ever will get her the best present ever,” Aseare added cryptically before sweeping out of the cavern, seemingly taking some of the shadows with her as she left.
“Fylstan…?” Tanhlyta intoned, oddly hesitant. The problem with Aseare was crystal clear to the more experienced pearlcatcher and she knew the bond the two held. If Fylstan – clever, powerful, her Fylstan – had realized what was wrong…she dreaded to think of the consequences. He was note one to sit back and watch as one he loved was destroyed, least of all in a misguided attempt to protect him.
“I thought the requests had become less frequent. She’s the reason, isn’t she? She’s been taking things on instead of me so I would-“ Fylstan halted himself, his dark feathers ruffling in displeasure. “Asa’s not herself. I’ll figure this out…and don’t give me that look, I’ll do it with or without your help, Tanhlyta.”
“Oh my, the student’s talking back to the teacher! Whatever shall I do? Assist him, perhaps?” Tanhlyta spoke as if to herself, tone borderline teasing if not for the opportunity ‘assisting’ presented. If she could divert him just enough…
Alas, it was a task for another time. Tacen was long since done consuming her egg and it was the task of the parents to see her put to bed comfortably. u
