#crow lore

[i-wasnt-in-that-tank]

Have you found any clue on where your shadow and crow are at all?

-@the-fucking-britt

My men have several warehouses pinpointed we are trying to make the search smaller ghost

[its-all-down-hill]

[cr0w-fr]

Cailleadh & Aimsíodh

Lost & Found

Siblings, similar but not twins. One lost, one found. One remembered, one forgotten. Both dangerous, both malice-fueled.

Tucked away in the twisting winding ice tunnels of the ice prison of Ghost’s Edge. They lurk, they hide, they avoid their jailor. They know not of each other’s presence. They never see one another, have not discovered one another.

Let it stay this way. Let them wander, let them stay unknown. Their magic is dangerous, unstable, twisted with Plague shot through the Ice...

[i-wasnt-in-that-tank]

*still trying to work my busted comms*

I̷̲̽s̶̻̑ ̶̯̂t̴͚̑h̵̪͂i̵̯͛s̷̢̍ ̸͓̎t̵̝̾h̵̏ͅ-̴̖́i̴͍͝n̵͉̋g̵͕̀ ̸̡͝ò̵͉n̸͈̒?̶̘̇ ̶̙͊H̶̯̀e̶͎͂l̵͇̍ḷ̵̐o̷̐ͅ?̷̫̍ ̵̰͆Ç̶͌ŏ̷̤ń̵̳-̴̯̄.̴͜͠.̶͈́n̸̦̾d̷̹̅ë̶͖ȑ̸̥ ̸͖͠Ḡ̴͓r̴̲̎ă̴̼-̷̢̌å̷̞v̴̮͑ḛ̸͒s̴̩̔,̴̬̓ ̸̦̇d̸̩͂o̸̗͝ ̵̬̆y̸̘̿o̶̡̅u̴̬͂ ̶͓̏c̴̡̀o̵̞͑p̵̟̔ý̶͚?̶̹̂ ̶͉͑

( @shadow-number-13 )

Kid! Where are you ghost and I are in the building now are you ok?

[cr0w-fr]

THE TAVERN KEEPER

CW: VAGUE ABUSE MENTION

Syckle, that was her name. She was the keeper of the tavern and inn set up on the outskirts of Ghost's Edge- Not quite affiliated with the clan, but near enough to the territory that she was welcome any time.

The tavern wasn't anything particularly fancy, but it was a respite from the blistering cold and frequent storms that ravaged the Fortress of the Ends. A warm building to shake off snow, ice, and warm ones paws by a fire in the hearth.

Of course... There was another job that Syckle held very dear to her. If any dragon came to her, in need of refuge from a mate that was less than kind? Any dragon, no matter the gender, would have a safe place to stay. Safe in the few rooms that one could rent- Free of charge.

For the satisfaction of finding and taking down those that made themselves feel strong by putting down others was plenty payment to her.

[cr0w-fr]

Keeper is a dragon that is not all dragon, perhaps. He's gone through heavy mutations, leaving him with... More than the usual parts. Many eyes are scattered across his hide. Dotted across his wings, always watching. Some are milky and sightless, but others are sharp, still. Watching always and following the movements of anything around him. He has two sets of wings, as well. One less developed and not of much use to flight in the least.

His moods can drastically change from one thing to another in just a snap second. Despite this unpredictability, Keeper remains the most competent and well-trained doctor in the Ghostfire clan. He remains majorly holed away in his Healer's Den, not wishing to be near the main population. As crowds, and most other dragons are not his favorite thing to be around. He prefers quiet and calm of an environment that he can control.

He does watch over a select few dragons that nearly always stay in the Healer's Den, but he has mostly become accustomed to those few. Just as they are used to the different quirks and uniquities of their doctor.

Some days, Keeper is extremely lucid. Able to conduct intelligent and lengthy conversations with little to no trouble at all. Of course, though, those days are combated with ones where the good doctor is in severe pain and unable to utter even short words. Snapping and snarling at anyone who even dares to get too close to him.

One sure way to get Keeper to dislike someone is when one can't keep from staring at his mutations. Bringing attention and being rude and prodding means that perhaps your treatment won't be... Successful.

[cr0w-fr]

Meet Taibhse and Taibhseil! Pretty and ghostly boyfriends!

Taibhse is partly fae along with his draconic blood, so he is much more lithe and delicate than other skydancers- Despite that, he is not as weak as others assume. His magical abilities tend to run higher than other skydancers as well-

Taibhseil has Nocturne blood from his dad's side. So he has an uncanny ability to mimic other dragons and beastie calls. Plus he is a bit on the stocky side, and has a wider bone structure than other Skydancers- He is the captain of a ship that comes and goes from Ghost's Edge to deliver food and supplies!

They met when Taibhse happened to be around on the day that Taibhseil and his crew were dropping off their cargo. In the few days that Taibhseil stayed at the clan while his crew were recouperating from the rather dangerous trip, he and Taibhse discovered they got along quite well.

So even when Taibhseil is out on his travels, the two kept in contact with letters delivered by Taibhseil's dire vulture- The relationship blossomed until they both eventually confessed to the shared attraction.

They may not get to spend time together very often, but they are always glad when they do get a few days to relax together.

[cr0w-fr]

Rein, a fallen king. Once, he was beyond wealthy and had a beautiful palace. Gold and gems overflowed his treasury. Perhaps, beforehand, he was one of the most rich dragons. Of course, this kind of wealth draws the attention of that which no one should wish for.

Beasts, things not natural to the world, came and ruined him. His wealth was demolished, family slaughtered, and his mind shattered. Shadows clung to him, lingering.

Locking him in his ruined palace. Curled around his decrepit throne. One that was once glorious and shining, but now is crumbling and tarnished.

He remains there, mind broken, only speaking in broken gibberish, deranged rambling, and fragmented sentences. Face mutated, many eyes open and rolling and never looking in the same direction. Always moving, always paranoid. Black viscous substances leak from his mouth and nostrils. Splattering onto the floor and creating stains that will never be removed.

Do not trespass into his palace, lest you face the wraith of the ruined king. Once inside the once-grand throne room, the heavy doors will slam shut. Plunging the room into a darkness only broken by... the... sickly glow... of many many eyes. The rasping of scales and dry rustling of too many pairs of wings. Claws click... click.. clicking on the stone.

Faster, faster, approaching with speed. Low mad babbling and hissed curses as the last thing one feels is claws tearing into them and an awful acid sting of something dragging them away. Something so much larger than a emaciated Spiral.

So again, a warning to those unwise. Do not seek the ruined king deep in his broken palace. Tucked deep in the ice and snow. You will not be found again.