Kryles

Hatchday: Apr 17, 2015 Original clan: Windclan - Juri01 Parents: Father - wind Imperial // Mother - wind Spiral Familiars: Scrapmetal Tracker (awakened) / currently training Steelhound Owners I've had during my time as traveler: 111431, Juri01 151492, ValaiSymouri 181049, Relgen 84025, Tangelojack 194714, Naeroilyanke 54000, Cryanth 127059, Kattheslayer Lairs that helped with my search of my fathers past: 207031, Syzeki 213804, Eeyorelvr 66110, DigitalElf 196717, DarkPuffin 225822, jurobii 210672, CatkinStarchild Looking far and wide, Memories of his father, Scattered, to be found. Where has he gone to? Long travels gone forgotten, As a new wind blows Haiku by jurobii

To be more interconnected, Kryles decided to enlist in one of the Noble Orders of Sornieth. An Order is an organization that exists to assist or encourage dragons in the pursuit of their goals. As it's important to exchange views about all kind of matters, the gatherings of the 'Adventurers' branch are very important for dragons who are driven out into the world by curiosity, wanderlust, and a thirst for excitement.

My Journal: All packed and ready to depart! (Dec 29, 2015) I think: Today is the day! Everything is packed and I’m about to leave the Windies to explore the world. It wasn’t an easy decision. I love my clan and I have a nice home here. But… Who am I really? What does the world has to offer for me? There should be so much more to discover, so much I haven’t seen yet – that I couldn’t even dream about. And so I decided to try my luck. I want to wander. I want to encounter different dragons and different flights. Learning about everything and anything I can. I’ll be okay – definitely! I can’t keep sitting in our lair forever and if I don’t take the opportunity now… when would I? Wherever the wind will take me, I’m ready! I arrived at my first landing! I seem to have ended up in the Tangled Woods, not too scary with the first Clan I've met. The Symouri Clan seem used to having dragons stay a while. I even met a rather motley crew, there is a Tundra and used to be an Imperial and a Fae who used to be a Guardian! I wonder how it would feel to be so big then become so small. ShadowBinder and Roseweaver were great hosts, their resident noodle even gave me a scarf to keep me warm while I travel. I hope to meet them again. Touched down in the second clan! It was only a short trip to the Sunbeam Ruins after my previous stop, and everyone there was really friendly! I was treated to a nice meal and got to sleep in a warm bed for the night, which was a welcome break from constant flying. The clan had only ever had spirals briefly passing through before, so I was quite the subject of interest! I think those pearlcatchers might of been talking about me? But then again, they could of been talking about anything; it's pretty hard to hear their whispers. I can't wait to see where I'll go next, I hope it's as lively as the Runic Dust clan was-- I had a lot of fun here! Another Shadow clan! Although, this clan is drastically different from the first clan I visited when I last landed here. For one thing, it's HUGE! I've never seen so many different dragons in one place! There's even a few places for travelers to stay while they're visiting here, and so many different shops! I've even heard there's a little area for caravans here, and I'm hoping one of them are willing to take me to my next destination. Wish me luck! I seem to have found myself in another Wind clan! I haven't been here very long, just long enough to get some food and find out that there should be a caravan passing through here soon. Ah, this place reminds me of my own home... Heh, I really miss it... Maybe I should stop by next chance I get... Just for a little while at least. Ah! Here's the caravan now! Time for me to be off! I'll write more next chance I get. The caravan didn't go very far. I'm still in the wind area, so I'll be leaving by wing soon. I met some nice dragons, some of every kind (despite it being a smallish clan). I really like TreeFall, a cute green noodle like me. (I think she likes me too!) I have yet to tell her that I will be leaving soon. I have said my goodbyes. TreeFall is sad to see me go, but she is hiding it well. She actually kissed me! I can't believe she likes me so much, even though we just met. Part of me would like to stay here and maybe have kids with her, but, more of me wants to keep going, go as far as I can before my last days. Well, anyway, I'm off now. I will write more at my next stop. EccentricElf23 Well, this next clan was something else! They all live on boats atop the Sea of a Thousand Currents, and overall, they are all pretty cool. I met this gorgeous fae dragon during my stay there. Her name was Peony and we had three children together. Honestly, I never expected to be a father again. One of our daughters, Mere is going to travel with me. She wants to be a historian, and so, travelling and meeting other dragons and flights is perfect for her. Mere and I have found our way to a lair in the tangled wood. The clan was welcoming, but most of the dragons were too busy with training and other duties to spend much time with us, though Mere did make friends with a group of young pearlcatchers. I'm sorry to make her leave them, but I think it's time for us to be on our way.

As we continued traveling, my lairs gran-curier Cyphus caught up with us. Bringing with him a letter, telling me that my father Vykos had gone missing. There were rumores going around him serving the higher cause in the ranks of the Gladekeeper. I, being his oldest, could not believe in these rumors! Unsure in how to deal with everything so far away from my family, I bid my sweet Mere heavy-heartedly farewell, wishing her good winds and lots of adventures, many places to rest and peaceful days to come ... ... and returned home. Clan wrote: MISSING About Vykos Vykos had spent his entire live in the Clan of Àidhear. He was father of four - no, three children. The youngest of the nest was lost in big storm a long time ago. But Vykos could not forget about the little one that was lost without a name, not wanting to have a nest of his own again so soon. His only hope was, that the young dragon would serve the higher cause in the ranks of the Windsinger. Vykos himself loved and respected the Noodlepapa - seeing a kindred soul in him. He was an energetic, charismatic dragon with an almost magnetic aura. Vykos's excellent at making friends. The green traveler had a kind and loyal character who is heavily devoted to the happiness of his friends and family. He didn't give up easily and could be somewhat possessive over a task he felt the need to devote himself entirely to. Oh, and he loved music and could spent hours and hours listening to it. Vykos was the one keeping the clan in order: managing, administrate everything so nothing would descend into total chaos... One day, he couldn't stand to keep idling in his comfortable home. He wanted to see, learn, collect everything what there could be out in the world. Curious about what he was going to experience and what kind of dragons he would be able to meet during his travels, he set out. His well, neatly kept traveler-journal always by his site, to be able to put down in writing everything he came across during his 'voyage'. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dear Kryles, It pains me to write this lines to inform you about your fathers disappearance. We are currently looking into this matter, so I can only hope to bring you better news soon. Please, stay save on your traveles! Love and kisses from your mother Voriksha... After stepping on familiar turf, my fathers familiar Cole came rushing towards me, from the look of his face, the rumors turned into reality... Still... I could not believe father would turn his back to Windsinger, as he himself thought me to love and respect our deity. Also, his well kept traveler-journal wasn't anywhere to be found. So I decided to go looking for it! This time I didn't set out to see the world - but to find ... no... to seek! the memories of my father.... Wish me luck everyone! The first hint about fathers lost Journal actually came from his best friend Cole: The familiar loves to gather items, knick-knacks of all sorts, papers... everything that was laying around unattended. After talking with him for a bit, the little bat admited to have pilfered the very first Journal-entry... so Vykos had to write it all over again. Happy to have found the first memory, I begged Cole to hand the paper over to me. Here also the first Entry... Vykos wrote: Entry #1 - Date: January 09, 2016 I've spent my entire live at the clan I was born into. Now I'm feeling like the walls would tumble down on me, as if I would suffocate any moment I keep idling in my comfortable home. There should be so much more to see, learn, collect, out there in the world. What am I going to experiance during my travels? Today I finally got everything ready to start my journey. I bid my family and my good friend - a cursed bat named Cole - farewell and left. I wonder what kind of clan and dragons I'm going to meet?!

Today a letter reached me as I was traveling near the Viridian Labyrinth! Word about my search had spread, traveled with me and finally, finally it seems, someone had answered! I can't wait to learn more about my father. What was he up to so far in the north? So I opened the letter and sat down, looking at the Shrieking Wilds close in the distance and started reading....

What is it this time? I looked up as Flynn - yet another of my clans' couriers - touched down right in front of me. I was still looking for clues up in the north as another letter found its way into my hands... It came from the Eeyore’s Correctional Facility in the Carrion Canyon - home to one of the largest prison’s in the world and a fully functional museum and library. I was quite surprised to get a letter from this place. Has my father really been there? What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into?!! Quite anxious and flustered I opened the letter - not without dropping it a couple of times - and started reading...

I was making my way westwards, to the Starfall Isles and the Observatory. The possibility that my father too wandered on this trail was very hight... he might have been inspired by Noodlepapa... As I was resting and enjoying a meal, a colourful Coatl approached me suddenly. It seemed to be a Courier, since he dropped off a letter for me, bowed politely and then left quickly without much words. I'd have loved to invite him to have quick bite but Couriers always seems to be in such a hurry!

I was still looking through the bundle of unreadable papers I received from Remy - have to say, the hatchlings of the clan did a very good job with their drawings! - as I was approached by yet another dragon. His scales had quite interesting colores and we spent some time together, talking... The Ridgeback told me about his live in the Wispwillow Grove and gave me little note as we parted: 'That could be rather helpful for my search...', he said and left.

Today I got another letter from my friend Kingdom... He had found something that was quite of interest for me: One of my father's Journal pages! I couldn't wait to open the letter and therefore landed at the next possible opportunity to study it. In his previous note, the Imperial told me about a certain artifact my father was looking for. I have no idea what my father was up to or what story hides behind his search! Now I'm thinking about making a return to revisit the Viridian Labyrinth and meet Kingdom for the first time... I have so many questions to ask ...

A small sunlight-coloured fae appears in a puff of glittering gold smoke, a tightly bound scroll clutched effortfully in tiny claws. "I didn't read it!" She squeaks indignantly, as Kryles blinks in surprise and not a little confusion. "See, the seal's still there. I didn't open it. There never was anything shiny inside it, honest, not that I checked or anything. I mean- oh, nevermind, you're Kryles right? Good. Delivery delivered!" The scroll fell into his outstretched talons, ready by luck to catch it. Edges of it was frayed and a corner seemed even to be slightly smoking! "Why was it on fire?!" He blurted out-

"I sneezed, okay? I've been a bit green lately. Bad mushrooms."
The paper was ancient- he couldn't think where it might have come from originally- he looked up to see the fae now holding an enormous slice of the cake his mother Voriksha had so kindly given him for the journey. The impudent Fae grinned, face full of icing, and with a small pop she was gone-apart from the golden glitter of magic settling, it was about as unceremoniously as she'd arrived.

Kryles coiled into a thoughtful huddle in the cave's opening, to catch the best of the evening light- and broke the seal with a careful claw, noting the unusual oak-tree emblem pressed into the tree sap. There was a new-looking note wrapped around the ancient one, and it read in familiar spidery handwriting-
The ancient paper Kryles unrolled next, with slightly trembling hands- turned out to be a verse. He couldn't read most of it, as it was in an ancient script- he must return it to his mother to pour over later, she was far more experienced with forgotten languages than he- but from what he could make out, it was talking about The Elusive Traveller; a green-striped Imperial searching for The Artefact.
But this- this had to be over half a century old! And yet here his father was writing about the event as if it had happened a week ago! How was this possible?

The last sheet held a complicated map, drawn on what appeared to be a piece of snakeskin. He was just squinting at it to read the runes scratched on, when there was a pop by his ear, as of matter being compressed very quickly, like a sneeze only backwards. A much-put-upon Fae appeared, chagrin twisting the habitual grin off her face. Her fists were clenched around something that glittered almost as bright as her wings. She looked recalcitrant for a moment, glaring at him, as if daring him to take it- then sighed, and held out the object. "Okay, fine," The Fae admitted sulkily. "There is this, too. But whatever. I didn't really want it anyway."

He took the antique compass combined fob watch, and turned it over- then he smiled, remembering giving this to his father on his eighth-month-birthday. 'With love from your son, Kryles' was still inscribed faintly on the inside of the silver lid. He glared at the tiny floating pest that even now craned her neck to spy amongst his meagre belongings- "Who- or what- Are you?!" He demanded.
"Goldentop, though that's none of yours, snake-boy- and from the Oakheart Clan, I suppose, if you wanna get technical."
"They sent you?" He tried to get the story straight, but that was like trying to cut straight with a corkscrew.
"Yeah. Dunno. Maybe. Got any more cake?" She was flippant, and clearly either hyperactive or a few sandwiches short of a picnic, but he had to keep her attention.
"Maybe," He countered; "If you tell me where you found this! Father had it with him when he left to seek the artefact! Where did he go next?"
She sniffed. "Nicked it, didn't I? Well, if you're going to throw something into a magic power infusion circle in an underground lake, and just leave afterwards, what do you expect? Not like he'd need it, compasses don't work there."
"Where?!" He fished out the last of the cake and held it alluringly just out of reach- the fae swiped at it, then frowned at him- "There. Here. Anywhere. He'd found the secret, of travelling between. Times, places, wherever."
Travel… by magic? Without even moving a wingbeat, going through the mysterious cold blackness called Between?
The legend was true!
Kryle's mind was reeling with possibilities.
"Sure, that thing. Who knows where he'll crop up next, looking for this fancy Artefact of his. Don't like his chances, but then he is one fine specimen of an Imperial, if you're into that sort of thing. Not that I am. Not even if he were into fae. It's just, those, well-"
"How does one little fae know all this? Even about the Artefact?"
"I was the one who lost it." She rolled her eyes. "Look, as I said, there were these really, really tasty glowing mushrooms, and I thought if those bugs were eating them, then surely…"
She lost concentration, and snatched the cake slice out of his hands. "Ta muchly," She managed through a full mouth of cake- "And Nature's blessing on following your father's claw prints. And all that." She shrugged as if in farewell, and before he had a chance to answer, she'd vanished again.

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