Day 37
If you could invent a new elemental flight in FR, what would it be like?
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I want a Metal Flight.
Born in the forges of the Ashfall Waste, a mistake of too much heat, an experiment with an unusual metal, and a touch of magic, causes an explosion that leaves the Fire Flight reeling in the aftermath. From the ruined depths of the forge, a lumpy, misshapen figure throws off the debris and looks around. It glows deep red from the heat, but is cooling, already showing bismuth iridescence on its metallic hide.
Spreading split wings, it leaps into the sky, marveling in its first flight. Already it knows this is not where it wants to be. The warmth is inviting, but the sky is choked with ash and its luster is dimming in the dirt. It doesn’t know where it wants to go, or even really where it is, but anywhere is better than here.
Dragons of the Metal Flight are narcissistic creatures who laze around, reveling in their own beauty. They want to be amused by others, but rarely find true joy in anything. Chests and Baubles are their favorite treasure.
Metal is elementally brutal against Plague. It is strong against Nature and Earth. It is weak against Ice.
