#bleuspont lore

[mekha-draws]

The Firefly

(this story works as a pt.2? Of a previous work as it expands a bit on what happens after the acknowledgement of the missing scrolls from the clan) gonna post that later I guess lol

Today was not my day. It has been like this for a while, and all I can find to blame are those pesky bugs that follow my friends around.

They don't seem to notice them too, or perhaps are too busy to be bothered by them, I can't blame them though, bugs are common occurrence in these places near the Garden. Our lair is quite spacious to be able to maintain such thing deep underwater.

I'm rambling now, I know. Maybe I'm starting to take on a bit too much from my parent, but they are my one direct family, even though we are not related at all. This brings me to the problem at hand.

Since that day we caught notice on some missing records and scrolls from our shelves, Tucker and Sidewinder chose to keep a closer eye to any visitors wether they be clanmembers or not. For some sort of 'security reasons' we had to move the most valuable papers to a safer area (one not-so-happily provided by the vault keeper herself), they were mostly the oldest records kept and other things I hadn't been around to know about; to be honest I thought of them as useless waste... This clan seems to have dealt with quite heavy issues within itself and they feel the need to keep their mistakes written as some sort of reminder? Sure, peace and partnership has been enjoyable but I'm not of the idea of keeping old rags on the metaphorical chest of the past; but it's not my place to discuss such matters, I simply nod and carry on with my duties.

Today I was assigned to guard some medical records. This one came as a sort of surprise as it never crossed my mind that our healers kept such tight and complete registry of any cases they have dealt with (they seemed like such traditionalist practitioners, more fond of old customs and such). And so I became burdened with the responsibility move those heavy documentations to the vault. I could have asked for help, but despite the trust I have for my fellow clanmates, I felt that I had to do this one for myself.

That was a mistake. Not even a couple of hours later I found myself overwhelmed by the task, I underestimated how big this place could be and in my desperate attempt to just get the job done I decided to take onto the lesser tracked paths carved unto the cave, for once taking advantage of my size.

I knew of these from childhood and I could often catch sight of young hatchlings making use of the carved tunnels to get somewhere new to explore. We don't know how they came to be (I was told they were here since the moving from the old lair, but I can't say any better), but they work perfectly as shortcuts across the lair given you know your way around. I committed to my memory and climbed onto the closest hole of the library (the one behind the deepest shelves) and climbed upwards.

Sure, using this method would take me a while as I could only carry so much into such reduced space, but the trips would become shorter between each other and that was enough for me. As I carried on I found myself astounded by the great amount of newly carved tunnels, some bigger in size than others, (perhaps the work of the bigger kids?) after all it had been a while since I traversed this place.

A firefly flew by my side and behind it a small group came around entering the place. Curiosity took the best of me and thus led me to find out the end of a curiously carved path surrounded by the faint light the bugs emitted.

As I went on following the small bugs something lurched in my stomach as I touched along the edges of the tunnel, I could feel ragged borders and somehow, they felt desperate, like something that tried too hard to break the stone but then receded. The fireflies seemed to stop once they knew I was standing back and only resumed flight when I started to move again. In that brief moment it felt like something had watched me and wanted to say something but it stopped. Once the bugs stopped around me it felt like someone's eyes were trained on me, it felt odd.

I arrived to an open cave only illuminated by the small bugs and for the life of me I couldn't hear a thing from the outside (it had been a while, but only in the moment of my arrival did the thought cross my mind), I felt like I had entered some sort of foreign lair but deep inside I knew I was still within Bleuspont.

The fireflies dispersed and went off but in their faint, fading light I saw a face similar to mine in race, but different to an extent. I could only step back in a remote feeling of fright as I instinctibly held closer the scrolls I had forgotten I had. The thing looked up at me and I saw again eyes very similar to mine but they were... Heavier...? Like they belonged to something so, so old.

The bugs lighted up again and so the odd images inside my head faded away as I could properly see the dragon in front of me. It was a spiral, so much like myself but so much bigger as well, her eyes were a deep shade of orange with a deep fade to Black on the corners, they wore an arrangement of pieces and clothes that I had seen somewhere, maybe they were taken? Many things had gone missing in this place before, I wouldn't doubt they took them for themselves; the fireflies nested across their form still glowing faintly, many more lighted around us giving light to the darkened cave

In the now illuminated place I could see bundles and piles of trinkets and stuff, some of it things I knew had been missing as well; the dragon motioned to the scrolls I carried and gestured to themselves, I immediately declined whatever they had in mind but they didn't seem to like my answer and raised a clawed hand towards a nearby firefly, they whispered something to it and let it off to glow over my face. I tried to pry the bug away but I was held by the mysterious dragon with way too much ease. Everything went dark after that.

Once I woke up I was at the very entrance of that tunnel but the scrolls were nowhere in sight. My head pounded horribly inside and something like words kept repeating themselves over and over...whatever they mean, I don't care (or I don't want to care) but it would be difficult to explain the now missing papers to my clanmates.

The gargled words soon became clear in my mind but their message did nothing to reassure me, they only made the trek back to the library feel heavier...

"trust me, we are better off fixing this. We know better than Them"

I don't know if I should agree, but since the encounter it has been impossible to dismiss the weird quantity of fireflies that wander across this place at any moment.

I haven't felt alone since then, and it's difficult to say if this all feels any safer or not. I'm faintly worried about that.

[mekha-draws]

!! I hadn't come here to brag yet!!(?

Now my first -utterly expensive- project is done :D (I waited for that WC scroll for 2 years holy fuck howw??)

And now I can work on both these guys and finish what I left of them on their bios

Plz don't mind the fugly apparel choices, I'm ugly and make little pixel money :,c

[mekha-draws]

uhh??

I... think I just found my lair’s “antagonist”?

like, Foresta just got setup for that role and idk I’m kinda liking this sudden development??

like, she created the garden which is basically the main thing that has kept all ths weirdos alive underwater for so freakin’ long, also it works as a renowable source of food and materials and stuff, so the thing’s really important to the clan...and more so for her because she made it all by herself in the first place so she’s really attached to it (also she’s kinda into all the dependance on her from that deal, idk nature dragons *shrug*). Then there’s also the fact that she’s got the biggest dragon on the lair by her side (a plague imperial nonetheless), she must be having some sort of huge power trip with all that (don’t misunderstand, she loves Relic, but leaving that aside for a moment, the fact that a nature dragon could keep a plague one practically wrapped around her finger and very much loyal to her just by being a kind figure for him in his formative years is some real shit for me now tbh)

so I guess she is the main reason why the clan has been so reluctant to move out in such a long time, girl might be pulling some strings without noticing as well (or maybe she knows and enjoys the position she kinda fell into because of her damn gardening hobby lol)

anyway, sorry Foresta u are the bad guy now

[mekha-draws]

I kind of love/hate the way I’ve gone for my lore tho

like, on one hand you get these bunch of worried nerds and old fuckos that dont even know whats real anymore or even what time is it and on the other you get these bunch of random idiots getting themselves into trouble for mixing spices and then there’s this other bunch of weirdos that are just so so far away in the shore but they somehow still get the juicy gossip about who is fucking around with who while they go on with their lives planting crops or getting lost on some goddamn forest

[mekha-draws]

So, nice update huh?

Now I can finally re-accomodate my lair in a sort of 'working' way X,D

Just so you know:

Main Bleuspont: first off is the current leader (Laikann) and her crew (Fischia keeping her role of mediator and Ganny stepping down as counselor/mentor figure to Laikann, Cale and Pariah are...very close to Laikann for a reason and won't let her rule alone like the previous leader -Ganny)

Aside of them, the rest of the dragons in this page are 'common' folks, just dragons with no external working position (i.e. Sol and Estela are cooks Jangali is a vault keeper, etc) in the clan that either keep to themselves or just don't wanna live in the outsides (Artisan's Ward)

Main Bleuspont is an underwater lair, similar in appearance to a system of caves deep down to the ocean floor. It holds the rooms of most dragons from the lair, among with nesting/training grounds and many other places to go around, it's spacious as heck and tends to be a little bit (too much) cold.

Another important piece of this lair is The Garden, the grand main cave of the lair that can be seen when one enters the lair, it provides the oxygen and a sustainable source of food, items and ingredients that clanmates use for their benefit and the lair's.

The Garden was built by Foresta in order to win her spot among the clan a long time ago, due to her astounding work and the love she holds for her project she is still the main keeper of said place. Some dragons also love more to stay in there because it's usually warmer- and comfier- than their place

Record keepers, aka library nerds, they keep account of many (if not, all) of the lair's histories and events also recording such things as entrances and departures, births and deceases and many other things. Some things have gone awry recently and previous records have suffered strange modifications/fixes, all pointing towards the spontaneous change in power. The keepers are the most introverted in nature as they are more to keep to themselves in order to protect their secrets from curious eyes

Guards-Hunt: All dragons involved in hunting and gathering activities belong here, they train among the Guard: a group dedicated on protection of the lair's territory from non-allied beastclans. The Guards and Hunt are the most extrovert of dragons among the clan as they tend to be in the outsides of the ocean plentifully

The Magic Crafters are kind of reserved with their work but they (almost) always mean well, they try to find ways for their elemental magic to improve the life of fellow clanmates and some enjoy teaching their findings to the youth. They gather deeper down into the lair as a sort of 'security' measure in case an experiment goes wrong. A common aesthetic thing among them is the excessive use of crystals, mirrors and minerals scattered on the floor/they keep on themselves (this is partially Lumina's fault as she implemented and illumination method consisting in trapping Light inside spheres to keep the dark corridors and tunnels alight, thus they believe a better way to contain and work their magic is through injecting and/or imbuing object with it and working from there. I.e. in Argen's case, he crafted his own "magic crayons"** for spell writing)

The healers from the lair also live a bit farther from the main lair but continuously do rounds across the lair to see how everyone is doing. in some cases, they check on therapy patients or just mess around the Garden to try new herbs for potions and medicine. Their work is no more dangerous than what the magic Crafters do so no one really knows why they decide to just separate themselves so much (although from mouth of the healers, they do so because they want to remain as neutral as possible with their clanmates, due to troubles with the old ruling family among other things, they still aren't used to the many changes that have occurred). They tend to be great with hatchlings and (some) love to teach them the ropes of living deep down here

All previous clan groups live permanently deep in the ocean, however, a small group strayed away far ago and started to work on it's own, free to most of the ruling from Bleuspont but still compliant and loyal to the place: the Artisan's Ward. Some are artists/merchants that make a penny out of their works (Napoleon, Candela), others due to a health problem have decide to stay outside in the open to protect fellow friends (Rejalgar, Oropimente), others being more used to the outside but still in need of a home, it's a mixed bag in here. Bleuspont provides protection and maintenance to the territory/near areas and the Ward provides a quantity of money/items to the lair's reserve (it works kind of like a business), the exchange is not exhausting nor forceful, in fact, the dragons here could spend months without turning a coin and their protection would still stand, after all Bleuspont was founded on a promise to give shelter and home to those that needed it.

The courier's group is the group with more external workers from all the clan, they go forth and back everyday to deliver from letters to packages anywhere and when. The clan is not super communicative in the first place, but the couriers lend service to nearby clans and fletching groups that so require. They work with the rules of the clan but mostly use the main lair and the Ward as resting stops and enjoy their stay as much as possible as for many of them Bleuspont is the one place they can call home. When the job is low one can often see them lounging and messing around the Garden (much to Foresta's dismay but low key happiness)