iāll be moving my fr stuff over to a side blog so following others for my w/e blog wonāt feel as weird, so go follow @kattarising if you want to join the move
iāll repost my lore stuff and change the url to kattafr eventually, and then this blog will go inactive
@bonecastlefr for Viper, @jollyroger-fr for Wrath! Out making new friends.
Part one - Part two
There is a mountain in the distance.
They have been travelling through the Boneyard for thirteen days already, a long, boring routine of flying and resting, flying and resting, while the environment around them barely changes. The mountain is a welcome sight, and Viper changes course without thinking. Sights like these are rare here. He wants to explore it further. Wrath follows without a word.
She has grown quiet over the past few days, all of her attempts at conversation were met with grunts or nothing at all, and by now sheās stopped trying. She keeps close to his side and watches their surroundings with expert eyes. Viper can tell she is used to this, and the scars on her back tells him that she has learned the hard way.
They reach the mountain after another few days of travel, an enormous brown block with a flattened top. The opening is large enough to let in Imperials without a problem, and Viper enters without a secondās thought. Wrath hesitates and looks at the white stalactites that hangs from the top of the opening. They look like bone, she notes, and then she trots after Viper before he leaves her behind.
The ceiling of the cave is the same old white as the stalactites, and Wrath narrows her eyes. āIt looks like a skull,ā she says, and her voice is too loud. She crushes something underneath her foot and looks down to see the rib of a small animal. Viper continues further into the cave.
Roughly fifty meters in, Wrath has her suspicions confirmed. The roof changes into mostly dark brown rock, but she can see the spine of some enormous creature stretching into the cave. She turns and looks at the entrance of the cave. She wonders what kind of creature this could have been.
She turns back and Viper has stopped. The walls in front of them are lined with thick ribs, all of them mostly preserved, all of them as thick as 200-year-old trees. In the middle of the hall stands two pale Mirrors. Wrath freezes.
One of them, with green wings and muscled back, walks back and forth behind the other, cold and mistrusting eyes never leaving them. The other stands completely still, a red piece of fabric over her face, head held high and turned straight ahead.
āWelcome,ā she says. āWhat an honour it is to have such royal blood coming to my humble home.ā
āWe do not mean to trespass on your territory,ā says Wrath, a cold feeling beginning to pool in her stomach.
āOh, thatās nothing to worry about. You are more than wanted here. You were, in fact, expected.ā The Mirror cocks her head. āIt was written in the bones, you see.ā
The cold in her stomach has tightened to a small iron ball. Wrath looks at Viper with concern flashing in her eyes. He ignores her.
āWelcome,ā the Mirror repeats, āto the Hollow.ā
Time to reshuffle the lair to account for recent plots. Whichā¦ Iām just gonna list here for quick reference. (tagging people who may be interested: @fenixofthedark, @cerelinflies, @unkorea, @avalonianrising, @grimdragons, @diseaseapedia)
Akaantal Band:
Ā Shedzra and Mulsekrah staged a coup against Hixono. Lockjaw, Fleisch, Nosmediiz, got dragged into things on their side. Hixonoās been badly wounded and currently deemed unfit for leadership, so Yazva has taken his place.
Since the Twins (Kotep and Kotyc), Haastal, Talāgalar, and Kyrābes had betrayed Mulsekrah and Shedzra and had instead defended the other band members, they were allowed to stay.
Shedzra, Lockjaw, Mulsekrah, and Nosmediiz are currently being held prisoner while their judgement is decided upon. Fliesch escaped.
Talāgalar is tempted to speak up for Lockjaw, as she does not have much free will left at all and did not directly attack Hixono. Sheās held her tongue because Lockjaw did attack Werda, Yazvaās unofficial partner.
Kyrābes seems quite pleased about something.
Clan Mask / Court of Besīseī:
Rheic has returned from her lengthy stay in the Plaguelands, but her mind has been further corrupted by Plague magic and is unstable when around others. Tethys is her constant guardian, both for Rheicās sake and anyone else she meets.
Tethys has claimed a small territory of ocean near the Shrieking Wilds (and Clan Mask) where she keeps Rheic out of trouble. She has managed to take three young dragons under her wing: Murk, Aderyn, and a secretive Skydancer. (This group is on the cusp of piracy.)
Rheicās āFinal Heirā has taken his place at the head of the Court of BesÄ«seÄ«, and is in negotiations with Clan Mask to combine the Court and Clan more fully.
This joining of groups is mainly happening because Emrys has disappeared. No one knows where he has gone. Iari and her daughter (and granddaughter) have no interest in leadership, but as they are respected by others of the clan, a joint leadership between Rheicās heir and Emrysā heir may happen.
With the help of Iari and DrillRun, Ruska has been voluntarily restrained by rock and magic near the outskirts of the clan proper as part of a āgateā. She knew her actions were becoming too unpredictable and this way, all visitors must pass under her knowing eyes.
@bonecastlefr Viper hears a who.
@jollyroger-fr Wrath is the who.
Part one
The Contagion is a dark red line in the horizon behind him. Already does he miss the shelter; out here there is no protection, only bones cleaned of all meat and the occasional stubborn, leafless tree, like the one he is headed past. It is bent and twisted from the wind, the ashen wood looking like it died ages ago. He considers it a welcome sight and decides to treasure it; somehow he knows that the landscape from here on out will be monotone and dull.
By now he has lost track of the days since he entered Plague territory, every day has been the same with climbing through the Contagion, only ever stopping to seek shelter when he needed rest. When he reached the border between the Contagion and the Boneyard, he decided to travel along it, and when he finally left it for the Boneyard, he was so far south that if he had headed towards the Sea instead, he would have reached his birth clan. Viper decided not to; his next home is in the desert somewhere. He just needs to find it.
A crawling sound in a hollow between the trunk of the tree and the ground snaps him out of his thoughts. Viper turns to look and there is movement, just barely, inside the dark. He moves closer. Two narrow eyes glare back at him, suspicious.
āCome out,ā he says.
āNo,ā they answer. Their voice sounds hoarse and cracked.
āCome out or Iāll make you.ā
Their eyes narrow even more. For a moment, they seem to contemplate trying his patience, but then he takes a step closer to the tree and they move, suddenly rushing to get their head out of the hollow. She crawls out and stretches her wings. Viper takes a step back to let her.
Itās a Skydancer, too old to be considered a hatchling but not yet an adult either, body still disproportionate, with wings lanky and big compared to the rest of her. She looks thin and weary. Not once does she look away from him.
āWho are you?ā he asks. She eyes him for a moment, and once again decides not to challenge him.
āWrath, of the Bloodborn.ā She says it with an arrogant whip of her head, as if Viper should be impressed. He isnāt.
āI havenāt heard of it,ā he says, and her eyes turn colder.
āYou should have.ā
He scoffs, and then he turns away from her, ready to continue across the endless plains.
When she speaks again, her voice sounds shrill, almost panicked. āWait.ā
āWhat.ā
āWho are you?ā Her eyes are deep red and she stands with a straight back and head held high, despite the dull sheen of her fur. Her face looks defiant, jaw tight. He looks down at her palms and the way her claws are digging into the earth.
āViper,ā he says, and pauses, just to annoy her. Her eyes twitch. He waits until she looks like she is about to say something before he continues; āof the Bone Castle.ā And her face blanks, just for a second, before her eyes widen in recognition and, he notices with disdain, poorly disguised surprise.
Viper decides sheās no longer any fun and makes to leave again.
āWhere are you headed?ā When he turns back this time, she fails to keep her gaze steady. She hesitates, just for a second, but he sees it clear as day. āThereās safety in numbers, yes? Iāll travel with you.ā
āDo as you like,ā he says, sheās no threat to him, after all. āBut I wonāt wait for you if you fall behind.ā
āI wonāt,ā she sneers back, all teeth and spit. Her eyes gleam.
He arrives at the Wandering Contagion late in the afternoon, a new name shaping in the heat of his mouth and a feeling like relief in his shoulders and chest. The air trembles with a pressing heat, almost like in the Labyrinth but without the sweet, full smell of ripe fruits and wet mud. It smells like a room that has been shut for hours, a warm, dead air that he would choose over the mix of flowers and plants a hundred times more.
He does not intend to stay here for long; it is too close to the border of Dragonhome. If he turns, he can still see the stretches of flat, barren land leading to the Breach, and as long as he can feel the presence of it behind him, he wonāt settle down. He will be past the Contagion and well into the Boneyard before the restlessness will leave him.
Viper does not know where he is headed. He assumes he will, once he has gotten there. For now, he will continue, slithering through the Contagion and taking in every sound, every sight and smell and the feeling of the ground beneath his claws, warm and dry, crumbling in his palms. In front of him lies a thick labyrinth of tendrils. The ground crawls with parasitic creatures, leeching off each other endlessly.
It feels good to be home.
@bonecastlefr lmk if you donāt want to be pinged for every little thing this loser does.
Okay, hereās a lore update, mostly because Iām fed up with staring at these eternal gene projects and donāt want to waste more millions on them. Ignore the revamped lore thing I made, Iāve deleted all the evidence and the Wildwood Court never became anything but the castle of warriors and posh know-it-alls it started out as.
@bonecastlefr because Dhuvargha + Anargulās family, @quis-on-flightrising because of Shiva.
Nemara has a nasty argument with the Head of the Backwoods Guild about her magic, and in a fit of anger she heads down to Dhuvargha to get some kind of poison she can use on them. Not necessarily anything deadly, just something to teach them a lesson.
Dhuvargha is his usual, uncooperative self, and demands that Tehanu comes down to give permission (read: he knows just how to piss off Nemara even more and is too lazy to do as she says right away).
Nemara, as predicted, loses it. It turns into a physical fight and Dhuvargha breaks off one of Nemaraās spines with his bare hands. It takes both of them a moment to realise that her spines are coated with poison that is supposed to kill anyone that isnāt her, and another to realise that heās just fine.
She leaves, but they havenāt made up and Dhuvargha has now decided he carries a grudge against her.
His thought process in the next minute: I hate Nemara -> Nemara is Tehanuās child -> I hate Tehanu -> Tehanu is the leader of the clan -> I hate this entire clan.
So he starts sabotaging.
He accidentally forgets to cover his palms when he leaves his chambers on night strolls and kills every plant he steps on.
He accidentally mixes some of his poisons and some of the medications other potion-makers have made.
He accidentally ends up in the kitchen and spills the poison he has extracted from Nemaraās spine on the food.
Dragons start dying left and right and no oneās entirely sure how it couldāve happened. Shiva, who had taken up the job as ranger after Pyrrha left, comes home from a longer trip and immediately flees together with a few others and most of the hatchlings. They go to serve the Gladekeeper and he reunites with Pyrrha, Thulite, and most likely his parents as well.
In the middle of it all, no one thinks to look for Dhuvargha. He has snuck away while no one were looking, and is headed for someplace new with a different name.
Valon dies right before Tehanuās eyes. She recognises the symptoms from Nemara and Anargulās younger brother and blames Nemara for what is happening. The confrontation turns into a physical fight when Nemara lets her feelings get away with her and she slashes after her mother.Ā
Tehanu hasnāt used her own magic in years and Nemara believes she has a good chance to win when the fight first starts. As it turns out, nature canāt beat its own foundation so easily, and Tehanuās earth magic trumps Nemaraās nature magic every time.
They realise it too late, but the entire castle is being torn apart by their fighting. In the end, it collapses on the both of them.
And that marks the end of the Wildwood Court. Itās embarrassing to say, but with its 7 months, itās the clan Iāve had for the longest. Iāll keep Dhuvargha and see where he ends up, the rest are leaving. I wish I could keep dragons for more than 2 weeks before I change my mind about them, but alas :|
I donāt have the energy to make a proper story out of it, but I got three dragons leaving, and for once I actually have some lore behind it, so:
Vheyla, despite being one of the most protected dragons in the clan, ends up in an accident and is mortally wounded. For being such a small piece in the puzzle, it has effects so high up as the Council; Sirel, being unable to save her and holding herself responsible, decides that she hasnāt learnt enough to be the main healer, and returns to her birth clan.
At around the same time, Thulite leaves to explore an unknown area in the Ashfall Waste. She doesnāt return.
I havenāt decided how itās gonna affect Pyrrha and Shiva, but itās a wakeup call that life isnāt a paradise and they canāt continue to fool around forever.
Quick showing off the clanās symbol before trying to go to bed. Itās based on Norse runes, Iāve gone and put my notes in a clever place but I think it may be the oak one. My friend was kind enough to draw over it digitally + add leaves, so now Iāll hopefully stick with the same bio layout for a while because I gotta show it off.
Iām thinking itās embroidered on banners that the ambassadors wear + flags and banners on the castle walls and territory borders. Itās also on the chest plates of the warriors who actually wear proper armour, which is a lot of dragons, but only like two of the current characters.
I have WBW questions for you about... Breed Changes! Do you have a breed changed dragon where the change was in-lore, as in they remember having been a different breed previously? Why did they seek out the change, or what happened that caused it? Or if you don't have any dragons that fit these questions (maybe change scrolls aren't in-lore for you or whatever), who in your lair would change if they could, and to what new breed instead of the one they are now?
Breed changes isnāt something Iāve thought much about lore-wise to be honest, when I first started playing FR I explained the scrolls as something the deities gifted the dragons for one reason or another. Most of the times Iāve used scrolls Iāve just flatly ignored the whole ordeal and pretended they hatched that way, like occasionally anomalies happen and the hatchling differs from the parents a lot more than expected.
But with the Malachite that drops in the Crystal Pools we found out that Scrolls do exist canonically, so. I suppose they could be made by dragons, perhaps the thing that makes breed change scrolls differ from each other is a drop or two of blood from a dragon of that breed?
Anyway, no, currently I do not have any breed changed dragons whose change happened in-lore. The dragon whoād most likely want to change their breed would probably be Sirel, as her large size sometimes makes it a challenge to heal the smallest dragons, and sheās always nervous about Emperors when working on the battlefield. Probably she would want to change into a Skydancer or Pearlcatcher, because theyāre medium-sized and have limbs that make it easy to hold things and work with precision, but itās not something she considers seriously.
How does Yaa's blood magic work, and what does she use it for? How do others find her style of leadership? What's Drifter's past--if he knows it, and if he doesn't, why not? How did he end up in the Labyrinth, anyway?
Yaa:
Yaaās blood magic works in a few different ways, but mostly she uses her own blood in experiments with potions and the creation of magic items. It is a very powerful ingredient if itās used correctly, and she learnt how to do it from her mother. Morality keeps her from using other creaturesā blood if she can, and besides, she has found that the result is usually stronger if itās made with the casterās own blood.
In a desperate moment she may decide to use it to control others - sort of like blood-bending in Avatar. Itās very difficult, and sheās not a very strong blood mage, so she can only control others that way for a short time, and it exhausts her quickly. Itās not something she would enjoy doing, either, because of her morals.
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Others think her style of leadership seems strict and cold-hearted, mostly. You learn only to come to her with the big problems, because sheāll completely ignore the smaller ones. Sheās excused though - when sheās the leader of a huge army, she canāt afford to spend her time on small fights that dragons can fix on their own. And while sheās brutal and direct, most begin to think that sheās reasonable, once theyāve gotten used to her.
Drifter:
Drifterās past is very hazy to him, all of his memories are unclear and jumbled together, but he remembers being tired from travelling and being scolded, as well as other small and seemingly useless things. His poor memory still affects him, and itās rare that he remembers the day when he goes to sleep.
He doesnāt know what happened, but there is a huge gap that separates his memories of his birth clan and his current, lonely, life. He suspects something happened then, he just doesnāt know what.
If you asked him why he ended up in the Labyrinth, he wouldnāt be able to answer, but it was mostly an injured dragon wandering across flight borders while looking for a safe place. The Labyrinth isnāt particularly safe, but as long as he stays close enough to the inhabitants of the Court, he is indirectly protected by the guards there, and it keeps him from leaving.
It took me roughly a week, but here is pretty much all the information there is to know about the Wildwood Court! Itās a bit long, but it should be fairly coherent and easy to understand, so if youāre curious then feel free to read.
Iām sure everyoneās seen this girl in my sales post. Iām glad to say she now has full lore according to the prompt given! It can, of course, be changed as the buyer sees fit. :)
Some jobs ideas for her: chemist, taxonomist, artist.
carmine vipera / maroon hypnotic / green gembond
120kt here
fun fact: Namolās unfinished blurb of a bio is the one that seems to get the most attention, despite there being nearly a full front page of actually finished bios to choose from. itās almost to the point where iāll feel bad about removing it once i get to work on him properly, hahah.
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