Home to the kingdom of Galan, and it's heart - Gale City. Where dragons of all kinds live their lives for better or worse. Basically, a place for me to dump Fr related stories, art, and other shenanigans.
I have a couple of lore pups for sale in the AH. The first three are from Shikoba & Fervor (a rather elusive wolfish hunter and a grumpyass warrior). Their a bitey bunch looking for homes that will sate their need to hunt and fight.
Female - Sand/Ruby/Buttercup 15k
Male - Sand/Grapefruit/Hunter 15k
Male - Sand/Chartreuse/Camo 15k
The second three come from Wynn (Clan Founder) and her second mate/bodyguard Vythaurix! These three have a range from being very playful to very reserved. They would make for decent warriors or powerful mages.
This is take two of an earlier story I was going to write. @talesofasmallwindclan
All aboard the suffering train! ouo
The barracks of Gale City were always teeming with action. They contain warriors from all walks of life, from those that hailed from faraway lands to ones born and bred within the walls of the city or just beyond them. Trainers barking orders and trainees bellowing great and fierce battle cries were among the typical sounds floating through the training grounds and flooding the passageways between the longhouses. When practice came to an end each day the barracks came alive with the racket of these same warriors feasting and laughing around the fire pits both in and outside the lodgings they called home.
Titanfall never grew tired of the place. When not on patrol with his mate or attending court with her, he was here, among the rowdy ruffians and battle-hardened veterans that played their part in keeping the kingdom safe. A smirk formed as the old plague dragon watched from the ramparts that overlooked the barracks. Taking in the forms of various warriors currently sparring in the training grounds. Their great draconic presence still felt despite their hominid shapes. The dragons of Galan learning long ago that such a form came in handy when living behind city walls or making journeys to places where being ‘discrete’ was of utmost importance.
Most managed a fully hominid form free of horns, frills, wings, and tails by the time they reached Titanfall’s age. Others, new to the art of transformation, still retained some of their natural form and either remained content to keep it so or steadily learned how to hide all together – with time that is. Then there were those charged with relations to the beastclans. They learned best to take on a form least threatening to their intended group; such dragons as Adelaide and Roshan were masters of this magical art. The smirk faded at the thought. Sure, these forms had there uses…but nothing beat the presence of a dragon in his natural form when facing down those fool enough to think him cornered and defenseless. No…there was nothing quite like it.
“Out for a stroll today General?” The voice was a gentle purr and ripped Titanfall from his thoughts. Red eyes blinked as the arrow-shaped head of the ridgeback twisted around on a long neck to looked over his shoulder at his new-found company. It was Adelaide.
His crimson locks were somewhat untamed and nearly dragged along the ground were it not for the jewelry that adorned his person. Soft green silks accented ivory and violet robes that complemented the imperial’s sleek hominid form. His skin was a deep tan from the sun and made his pale green eyes more noticeable. Keeping his hands folded in front of him, Adelaide smiled.
“You could say that…” Titanfall spoke, his own voice deep with a notable scratch. He hadn’t spoke for several hours and his own voice sounded foreign to him. “Merely checking in on the troops…see how they fare with this lull we’ve had in beastclan activity.” Talons of noticeable length and alarming sharpness tapped the stone beneath his paws as he continued to study the Maren Adviser.
Adelaide retained his smile despite the unease that steadily crept up his spine. Titanfall was a hard one approach and feared by many for his ruthless nature and brutality. He lived for battle and relished the thought of being at war. So, to be studied by the massive brute was, at the very least, uncomfortable. “Perhaps, Roshan and I are getting too good at our jobs, General.” He managed with a faint chuckle.
“Perhaps…” Titanfall growled. Teeth, rows and rows of sharp needle-like teeth, flashed in a sneer before the ridgeback turned his head away. Eyes refocusing on the commotion below, scanning the crowd until they settled on a wildclaw baring black armor. Llyr.
He was amidst sword play with another wildclaw, a scout. The two being overseen by one of the veteran trainers – a fierce dancer by the name of Trogon. For every single strike Llyr made; the scout parried with ease. In a way, it was as if it the scout was merely toying with his partner. Titanfall sneered as a moment of anger overtook the armored drake and he charged blindly towards his opponent – the result had the ridgeback laughing. It was the kind of laugh that unsettled the Adelaide, hollow and filled with scratch.
“Your friend must learn to control his temper. That will get him killed.” Titanfall said with a crooked smile.
“Llyr is still adjusting to his new form, General. I’m sure with time he will settle into it and take to combat just as well as any other dragon in the realm.” Adelaide assured. Though he felt as though it was more of a defense. The elder dragon let the retort go but allowed his smile to fade.
“A new form not entirely accepted by the masses. He may hobble along as one of us…but he is still a child of the sea. You’ve maintained a kinship with this…Llyr and his people but one has to wonder if its returned to the same extent.” He growled.
Adelaide rose a brow, “I’m not sure I follow…?” He lied.
“Come now Adelaide…you mean to tell me that the thought of this unnatural dragon reporting harmful information back to his people about our kind hasn’t crossed your mind? You cannot possibly be that naive about him. Don’t think for a moment that he’d let go of who he truly is for the sake of something as fragile as friendship with a creature his kind have wage war with for centuries.”
Adelaide frowned, his voice taking on a sterner tone. “That’s rather presumptuous of you, General. With the passing of time comes change and I do believe his school is ready for it. As for his current state…I’m not entirely keen on it.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Perhaps, I should clarify. I am not entirely keen on how it was accomplished.”
“Hmm…yes. Well, I’ll admit we’re in agreement on that. It is with reluctance that our founder has allowed that peculiar spellcaster to remain within these city walls. Had it been up to me…I’d have burned the bastard alive at the stake already.” Titanfall snarled.
Adelaide was caught off guard by the General’s statement and tucked a lock of red behind his ear as the wind picked up.
“Good thing it isn’t up to you.” The voice was slightly feminine but otherwise rough. Adelaide turned from the wall to see Wynn in her bipedal form, perched atop Titanfall’s shoulder. A series of dark leather work and fur trimmed accented by a slightly frayed cloth hood and surcoat made for Wynn’s usual mage-like get up. A large tome slung from a shoulder strap rested at her hip and a clawed gauntlet tapped patiently upon it. The other rubbed a scarred and bearded chin in thought. “Funny how that works out. Eh, Titan?” She mused.
“Here I was, out for a mid-day flight, and I find my husband on the ramparts…passing judgement on others. Why am I not surprised.” Wynn said, flatly.
Titanfall gave a light shake of his withers in hopes of dislodging Wynn. The wind dragon chuckled as she remained perched upon her mate’s shoulder. Crossing a leg, she smirked and leaned back a little. “Easy old man, wouldn’t want you pulling something.”
“Then get off me, woman.” Titanfall growled.
“Hmm…now there’s an idea. Perhaps, later.” From under the hood Adelaide watched one of those eerie green glowing eyes wink. Wynn’s smile remaining as Titanfall continued to grumble curses under his breathe.
“It is good of you to join us, Warden.” Adelaide managed, clearing his throat.
“As I said…I was merely passing by. You’ve my apologizes for interrupting your conversation.” Wynn insisted as she patted the fur covered shoulder between the spines that protruded from it.
“No. By all means I believe our conversation was just finishing actually,” Adelaide spared a glance back down the wall towards the training grounds. Trogon was speaking with the formerly sparring wildclaws – critiquing them – and Llyr appeared to be quite frustrated with the feedback.
“Seems someone may need your guidance, dearest Ade.” Wynn whistled playfully.
Adelaide felt his face flush, “It would appear that way…”
Wynn flashed a toothy grin, “Go on then! You don’t need to waste any more breath speaking with this stick-in-the-mud. Titan’s got plenty of other things to keep him occupied. Right, my dear?”
A deep sigh answered the wind elder. The ridgeback remaining still upon the advisor bidding the elders farewell, his form quickly retreating in fear of being caught in the old couple’s crossfire.
“Why must you pester me?” Titanfall hissed.
“Because it is one of few things I derive great pleasure in doing, my dearest husband.” Wynn purred, sliding off the ridgeback’s shoulder. “Besides, you were over stepping your bounds.” The playful visage vanished as the warden’s voice took on a stern tone.
“You’ve no business making such accusations about our fellow dragons. Witchfang is an enigma, and while this recent turn of events is unexpected, I’m sure there is a method to the drake’s madness. I’ll not have talk of burning witches from you again.”
“He’s still –”
“No more, Titan. He’s proven valuable in the past with his insight into the darker side of magic…and yielded results when dealing with the number of shade-tainted beasties over the years.”
Titanfall’s spines bristled with the building rattle in his throat. A hand to his side would settle him down, if only for a moment.
“I understand your concern, dear. But right now…What has befallen our ally may not be such a bad thing. Now then,” Wynn moved away from the wall, “We’ve another matter to attend to within the Keep. It would seem one of the ranchers outside the city walls has made a most unfortunate discovery…one that…I’ve a rotten feeling about, and so does our king.”
This is one of the cells Mei and Kai had to stay in during the time they were captives. They were tiny, and, living in the desert, they were also hot during the day and chilling during the night. In the coldest nights, the twins were given some blankets, but most of the time, they only had some straw to lay down on. They couldn’t even lay down straight, as it was too small even for that.
-Hatchlings, bred in mass during times of war, forced onto the battle field hours after their birth as canon fodder
-Ready to work slaves, no need to use resources for raising them when you can have an able bodied adult at your disposal
-Heir too young to rule?? Force them to grow
I have a couple of lore pups for sale in the AH. The first three are from Shikoba & Fervor (a rather elusive wolfish hunter and a grumpyass warrior). Their a bitey bunch looking for homes that will sate their need to hunt and fight.
Female - Sand/Ruby/Buttercup 15k
Male - Sand/Grapefruit/Hunter 15k
Male - Sand/Chartreuse/Camo 15k
The second three come from Wynn (Clan Founder) and her second mate/bodyguard Vythaurix! These three have a range from being very playful to very reserved. They would make for decent warriors or powerful mages.
Meet Hatari a roguish drake from a light filled desert land. A former servant to be used and abused at his master’s whims...he is that no longer. He’s grown into a charismatic and murderous drake who plies a trade he was once victim of.
A slaver.
Though the kingdom has allowed the this dragon to stay, it is with great care they caution travelers to avoid Hatari’s Caravan at all costs. For many dragons young and old go missing there...
Of course there is a lack of evidence (and if there was any...Hatari has long since taken care of it).
Serving under him are the following:
Goetia - A dancer, fortuneteller and the caravan's main source of healing. She has a sharp tongue to match her keen eye and knows how best to keep their master placated without ever having felt the sting of a blade across skin. When not practicing her routines or peddling fortunes to outsiders, she can be found at the edge of the wilds gathering various herbs for the purpose of healing...as well as drugging Hatari’s chosen targets. It is unknown if truly enjoys her place within the caravan but what is known is her ability to survive through a quick wit and silver tongue.
Days like these I need to remind myself that I am in the wind flight and nonsense like this...shouldn’t be going on. I swear there was a time when everything was beautiful and bright in my clan. At least once! Now...now these kinds of jerks show up in my lair and make a home and its just a train-wreck. help me.
@whitemantis look at you child. look what he is doing. he is a bad child. iloveithou
A gladiator from the plagueland pits who sought out a place to start anew. Haunted by his past and unsure of his future he wandered far and wide for a place that might ease his nightmares and allow him time to heal; mentally and physically.
So he found the Kingdom of Galan.
Though its discovery was pure chance. A band of harpies was harassing some of the more cantankerous homesteaders and their flocks at their ranch when Somnifer passed by. Instinct and old habits had him in the fray cutting down the pests left and right. He fought like a man possessed and only stopped when the last harpy fell beneath his spear.
The homesteaders where surprised and impressed by the gladiator’s prowess and offered him sanctuary. A warm place to sleep, food, and drink. All these simple things and more as thanks for his help.
Though he has accepted this offering, he still feels uneasy and with the night come the terrors to plague his mind.
These coatls are ready for winter! One has to wonder if Imperials would rock something like this. Like....their antlers would make for a nice decoration on an Imperial's already impressive head!
Nothing makes my heart soar more than seeing a dancer riddled with gembond and immediately jumping to the thought of ‘how much can I make you suffer sweet child’. So, I bought him.
ANYWAYS.
Tempeste is his given name. Fitting for his wind dragon origins, me thinks. Though he is far from the beauty and grace side of the dancer spectrum. He’s more on the tragic creeper-bird side of things. The gembond he suffers from has his face looking all sorts of messed up and thus the mask. (Also keeps him from infecting others as I’d like to think this particular variant might be contagious via sneezing/coughing/drooling ect.)
He works as a hand for hire for whatever jobs others are willing to send his way. from things as simple as delivering letters to hunting down shade-touched fiends. He’s a poor man in need of treasure to pay for that food he can hardly choke down.
But he’s got a buddy now!
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I saw him up for grabs and immediately had a wonderful idea in store! So this charming little riverbed brat siren is a long way from home when he stumbles across (or lures) this rather unfortunate fellow. Perhaps, out of some strange mix of amusement and pity he keeps Tempeste around. To amuse him when nights are slow nearest the water’s edge at his new home in the Galan Kingdom. That and...its always nice to have a gem riddled meat-shield between yourself and those that might not take too kindly to your brand of ‘fun’.
I’m steadily developing an unhealthy collection of ridgebacks. Allow me to introduce some of the newest ones....OTL
Cypher - I hesitate to call this one a ‘her’ as I haven’t wholly decided what exactly Cypher really is. Other than beautiful and equal parts shady as fuck. There is an elegance and stunning amount of arrogance in this dragon subsequent approach to others in the Mistral Court. At the moment, despite rubbing nearly every single noble the wrong way...Cypher has managed to capture the attention of King Vertigo....which could spell trouble for Galan’s stability if it isn’t carefully monitored...
Imlerithin - An arcane mage (though some in the Gale City whisper ‘witch’) whose travels have left their mark on this dragon’s opalescent hide. Seeking only quiet and some form of safety among the city’s walls this beauty keeps to their self. Speaking only when addressed and in a hushed voice. While many believe this mage weak...it is far from the truth and there are many rumors surrounding Imlerithin’s runes that mar an otherwise beautiful hide...
Caranthira - Her presence within the halls of Mistral Keep and the Gale City itself is welcomed. She holds her fine head high and walks with a surety many envy. She studies wind magic under the watchful eye of Wynn and has captured the attention of one of the old wind dragon’s sons...Though neither is sure yet as to which. Regardless, she has proven to be quite the wonderful student and can match wits with words both in and outside of the court. Playing with politics steadily becoming one of her favorite pastimes when she’s not exploring the surrounding land outside the city’s walls.
Llyr. Most of Galan know him better as a heavily scarred maren warrior you’re better off not making direct eye-contact with - except of course if your name happens to be Adelaide.
Now, he walks among dragon-kind as one of their own. How? It was certainly not by the request of Adelaide that Llyr has come to acquire his handy new form. No. But by this beautiful jerk:
One by the name of Witchfang saw to this little twist of unfortunate (or fortunate depending on who you ask within the walls of the Gale City) magic. He happened upon the brooding maren one evening while stretching his wings along the coastline (having just finished a personal delivery to Exile’s Prison Isle just off the coast of Galan). Barely a handful of words were spoken before the enigmatic arcane imperial plucked the maren from his place in the water and spirited him away.
One unlucky victim dragon and some arcane sorcery of an entire other caliber later had Llyr kicking and screaming in his new body. Witchfang carving a series of runes into his hide to secure his new form. Stating:
“When you enter the water you shall become as you once were...when you touch the land you shall become as you currently are...considering it a gift of sorts, my dear.”
Llyr is still entirely unsure if this was meant to as a slight against him or a boon to aid his growing relationship with his draconic companion Adelaide.
It has taken him a considerable amount of time to grow accustom to walking on two legs, never mind trying to grasp the concept of flying (or in his case falling...with style) or the fact that he now had the fragments of a dragon’s spirit whispering foul things in the back of his head. Grieved by it’s loss of life at the claws of Witchfang’s strange and perhaps entirely frightening brand of magic.
Oh yes. Llyr is having a wonderful time. He gets to walk among dragons and see how it is they live, report back to his school, and deal with the searing pain of slipping in and out of his two forms every time he touches the water.
At least he can spend considerably more time with Adelaide...right?
So @talesofasmallwindclan remember Adelaide’s maren boyfriend companion?
A spiral magic user in the making. He is a recent addition to the Kingdom of Galan and much like the beloved resident Adelaide...has his own unique situation with the maren. Rather, one shark hunter in particular who keeps a close eye on the blossoming mage.
Nyneve here:
Found Edhil near death. His thread-like body a tangled mess drifting just off-shore of the cove where dearest Adelaide and his lover Llyr can be seen now and again. A terrible storm the night before had all but had its way with the dragon’s delicate frame and he was left barely gasping for air in the current.
Nyneve was on the hunt for a rather troublesome gaggle of sharks that had been helping themselves to her school’s hard earned catch when she spotted the ribbon of a dragon floating overhead. To this day she isn’t sure what it was that pulled her towards the surface or possessed her to drag the inquired dragon ashore...but whatever it was it stopped her from killing him right then and there.
Her trident hovered close to the wheezing spiral’s throat, her only thought being; What was one less dragon in this world? No one would ever know. Dear Adelaide was accepted among her people as one of their own...but this...ribbon of creature was just another threat in disguise. Sure he was weak and pathetic now...but should he recover he might make for a fearsome foe one day. Best to just end it. Right now.
Yet, she hesitated when the mage coughed and opened his eyes. A set of pale gold orbs gazed at her and in a whisper of a voice the spiral spoke, “My fairest lady of the sea...I’ve yet to look upon such fierce a beauty and yet here you are...if my demise should grant you peace...let it be so.”
Ever since Edhil had uttered those disgustingly sweet and wholeheartedly honest words....Nyneve has refused to leave the dragon’s side. She now keeps close to the shoreline and keeps the recovered mage company as he studies and practices his many spells. Though Edhil does most of the talking there is understanding between these two deeper than mere words could describe.
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