Inasyah
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The Traveller
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.33 m
Wingspan
5.5 m
Weight
651.25 kg
Genetics
Fire
Cherub
Cherub
Fire
Butterfly
Butterfly
Sanddollar
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 52 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
INASYAH
The Traveller
The Traveller
Uh-oh, looks like this desperate skydancer wandered a little too far from her home lair (289263, Twistedstripe), and now she's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, she'd really appreciate it if you could just return her to the home lair, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here.This is not necessary, but she would be very grateful!
Lairs I have visited:
Twistedstripe, 289263 (Home Lair)
FirozTaverbi, 297392
LexiLara, 277239
desorden, 366015
Crassula, 363800
ShepherdOfFire, 220519
Monocrow
KnightOfAres, 367955
Inkfrog, 546245
Fantivity, 541094
xlMidnightRoselx, 220082
ArkaiRevas, 401564
Lunalis, 526243
Note from Twisted: I worked really hard on this dragon, so please, if you ever need some space, I ask you to send her back to me in a Crossroad. Gifts and souvenirs are appreciated, breeding is ok, and please, please add on to her story! The other dragons of Sorienth have the power to help her, after all. Also, this story ahead may disturb some people, as it has dark themes. If you think that this may concern you, simply skip over it, add your name, and pass her on to the next person. Thanks and well wishes.
Lairs I have visited:
Twistedstripe, 289263 (Home Lair)
FirozTaverbi, 297392
LexiLara, 277239
desorden, 366015
Crassula, 363800
ShepherdOfFire, 220519
Monocrow
KnightOfAres, 367955
Inkfrog, 546245
Fantivity, 541094
xlMidnightRoselx, 220082
ArkaiRevas, 401564
Lunalis, 526243
Note from Twisted: I worked really hard on this dragon, so please, if you ever need some space, I ask you to send her back to me in a Crossroad. Gifts and souvenirs are appreciated, breeding is ok, and please, please add on to her story! The other dragons of Sorienth have the power to help her, after all. Also, this story ahead may disturb some people, as it has dark themes. If you think that this may concern you, simply skip over it, add your name, and pass her on to the next person. Thanks and well wishes.
Story
It began with a promise. A promise to make things better.
I was young, naive, and foolish. I thought if I were given the chance, I could change things and live happily ever after. But I was wrong, so very wrong. I look back at it now and wonder what little me was thinking, how I could have come to such a stupid conclusion.
Her red eyes were dull, an empty void where no light could break through. Her wings refused to rise from the ground. She quivered when she stood and her voice was soft and lifeless. She would gasp for air and cough with every cry.
She was the runt of the nest, destined to fall as every one does. And mother knew this, we all knew, but ever still, she fed and cared for the dying corpse with everything in her bones, no matter the cost. She would have spent every waking moment and possession in her talons if it made things slightly better, and if not for the two other hatchlings she had to care for. I watched it all play out before me, how she remained filled with hope even when everything crumbled, and it would go on to ruin me.
As soon as my wings could beat and my tongue could form words, my young, mindless self came to the conclusion that I, if let go, could not only find the cure for my sister's unexplainable affliction, but find it and bring it back in time to save her. How I came to this remains distant, perhaps for the best. I made it a promise to my mother. I told her I would travel across Sorienth, and not come back until I had the cure there in my talons. She was desperate, and I was senseless, so the promise was made without a second thought. I was off.
It's been so long since I last saw her, the years uncountable. The pledge I made remains unfulfilled, possibly broken and forlorn. Yet I refuse to return home, to admit my defeat, for doing so would bring shame upon me worse than a mother's hatred or sorrow, even if this quest truly is impossible. Perhaps knowing what awaits me when I return-if I return-scares me away.
So I continue to roam these barren, dull lands, flying to the far reaches and corners, and doing anything I must if it even brings me one step closer to the remedy.
That is, if there even is one.
(TLDR; Inasyah is searching across Sorienth for a miracle remedy for her sick sister. Despite promising her mother she would find it years ago, Inasyah has continued searching, and is now stopping at whatever clans she can to hopefully find a cure, or at least someone that can help.)
Travel Log
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FirozTaverbi, The Snapper Nomads, Shadow
I find myself lost in the far-reaching claws of the Tangled Woods. Perhaps it is fate that has brought me to this forsaken place, as forgotten by sun as I may well be by my original clan. What would my loss truly mean to my mother, already mourning her precious dying daughter? The dark, tangled vines strangling the branches of the trees echo the darkness of my thoughts. I shy from the lairs I encounter - oases of noise and cheer in this eerie place - although I know that wandering alone won't bring me any closer to completing my quest. Finally I bring myself to approach a small encampment, just five snappers conversing quietly around a fire that crackles with a strange blue flame. They welcome me with food and gifts, although it must be obvious that I'm as much a stranger to this land as them. They ask me what brings me to the Shadowbinder's realm. Seeing one of the snappers arranging potion vials and pouches of healing herbs with a care that belies his gargantuan paws, I almost tell them of my mission. But something - maybe shame - stops me.
I stay with the roaming clan for the night, resolving to leave this timeless realm come morning.
LexiLara, Clan Avielle, Fire
I don’t quite remember how I got to this clan, it all happened so long ago, I’ve been here for a lot longer than I should have... I don’t seem to have annoyed the others and overstayed my welcome though. I was cautious about a fire clan, they seemed to have a rep for being a bit overly enthusiastic and that’s never been my place of comfort but I’d been outside for so long before, I needed a place to rest. I saw some clan alchemists, much like last time and the shame was still there. I wanted to ask so desperately, even if it was already too late; explaining my situation ever so vaguely they were able to give me equally vague directions as to what to find. That’s probably why I’ve been here for so long... I need more information if I’m to carry this on. It’s time to move.
desorden, Creative Chaos, Wind
I wander over the border into the Windsinger's realm, and a clan welcomes me here. It's all light green, ringing voices and soft smiles, which feels unusual, to say the least. There are no alchemists in this clan, although I see some mages. They seem likeable enough... I can see they'd love to help me if I let them, but can I burden them with even a fraction of the weight that I bear every hour of every day? They all seem so bubbly and pure, never dealing with anything even remotely related to death sicknesses... No, I'm sure they wouldn't even know what I need. I think I've rested here well, though. Or as well as I'm capable of. Time to move on — my promise calls.
Crassula, Foxfire Fortune, Shadow
Traveled to the Foxfire Fortune Deep in the heart of the Shadow brambles, you've stopped for a time with the Foxfire Fortune clan. Where will this traveller end up next? Points: 25*******Earned: 2018-05-04 |
ShepherdOfFire,Inferni Spiritus, Plague
This place had a familiar scent. Simlar to the place of my birth. The were typical warriors, Aggressive but peaceful within themselves. Here I met an unusual Imperial. Proud but saddened by some horrible burden. I found his unspoken sadness interesting and drew up the courage to intrioduce myself to him. After a long night if chatting finally hd told me. A curse upon his bloodline that followed generation after generation. He would never have a mate in which to grow old with. A curse that would deplete his memory of anyone he loved and eventually his mate would share the same fate. Any offspring were forgotten by both he and his mate and not by any choice of their own. I didn’t care his sadness by this burden made me want to give myself to him and share his burden and love him for as long as I could until we inevitably forgot each other and our young. He would be my first and hopefully that will allow me to hold onto one tiny shard of a memory of him. If I leave from here before the children hatch maybe I can elude the full brunt of the curse. I cannot fathom looking upon my hatchlings’ faces and then it fading from my mind.
Lirillith, Tropical Glade, Nature[/center]
The clan that's lodging me now seems to be run by an alchemist. I didn't know that when I accepted the invitation; I don't know if I would have made a different decision if I'd known. I only found out as I was picking up a meal in the mess hall, and one of the cooks, a tundra with braids in his mane, asked me if I was another alchemy student. I startled noticeably - I know they noticed, because the tundra apologized, and another of the cooks, a coatl with blazing butterfly-patterend wings, chided him for making assumptions. She didn't really look like my mother beyond the bright wings, but the resemblance was enough to send me off into my own head, and I simply took my food and hurried to a corner of the room to sit.
The tundra came over later, once everyone had been fed, and asked if he could sit with me. He told me about the clan's founder, and his own herbalism and healing practice, though the only alchemy he did was brewing potions. He explained that they'd just recently welcomed another traveler with an interest in alchemy. He said that he'd be happy to teach me, or I could speak to the clan's founder when she was free, if I did have some interest in alchemy or the healing arts. I felt like he'd seen right through me, as if I'd given myself away when I started at the word. I left behind most of my dinner and left on a long flight, until well after dark, to clear my head, though I did return in the end.
At least I still remember Solarius.
All my shame and avoidance were finally overcome by a little green fae who simply refused to take no for an answer. That clan founder has an alchemy assistant, and that assistant is a fae who's even less able to take a hint than most, and somehow they got the idea that I wanted to learn alchemy and was just too shy to ask. I suppose in a way they're not wrong. So I spent the morning in the alchemy lab, listening to this Serezha talk about her experiments and projects: golems, dyes, inks and special paper for magical scrolls to alter the genes or even more about a dragon's nature - "I used to be a fae," she said at this point, which explains a lot. Her mate, a snapper, had a two-headed lizard companion that she called a successful experiment. I think that was when I blurted out a question about potions, thinking of the tundra healer's comment on my first night here. I wouldn't have gone to the infirmary on my own, but that same green fae offered to lead me, and all my attempts to turn her down failed.
Once I was there, it was pointless to pretend I didn't want to know more, so I listened to the lesson about brewing potions, and I began asking general questions: what potions could and couldn't heal, what variations could be achieved with other herbs, if they were any help with breathing, or blindness, or... I cast about for other ailments, less similar to my lost sister's. But he took up the question before I could. Blindness, he said, was difficult to cure, a matter more for specialized mages than for someone like him. But he had plenty to say about breathing difficulties. Almost too much. At first I wasn't expecting anything, but as he kept talking, I started to feel more hopeful, even excited, and now I regret not taking notes. I couldn't say why. When I think about it rationally, I know it must be far too late for my sister, no matter what I learn. But if I could somehow find the cure I was seeking... maybe this wouldn't be for nothing.
I've been studying under Mosstail for some time now. My claws are stained with potion residue, I pore over the healing text he gave me every night, and I finally feel as if there's purpose in my life to balance out the shame. I've learned much. I've learned that sometimes, hatchlings are born sick, that they have defects in the organs that only skilled healing magics or surgery can repair, and then only if they're recognized immediately. I've learned that my sister's sickness (did mother ever name her?) might have been her heart, or her lungs. It might even have been in the brain or nerves. And nothing I could have carried back in weak hatchling claws would have been enough to repair that.
Mosstail also told me that sometimes, when a hatchling is beyond help, they can be exalted to their deity, who can do far more for them. Actually, he said, "to Glademom," which I believe says it all. Mosstail is a nature dragon, and things are different here. Would Plaguemother have healed a stunted, wheezing hatchling to serve her? For that matter, would my own mother have permitted it? Or would she have grasped at any slim hope, even if it took her child from her? I think of those unhatched eggs, the hatchlings I'll never see, and I can't answer for her, or even for myself.
I don't know if this is right. I only have my hatchling memories to guide my diagnosis. Maybe she could have been saved, if only I'd been older, stronger, if I'd acted sooner. Maybe she still lives, a gasping, helpless husk, and I'm following an utterly wrong track. But I no longer feel helpless myself. It's strange, since all I've really learned is that there is very little I could do, even now, if I were to encounter another hatchling like my sister. But at least I know.
Monocrow, The Necropolis, Plague
I was back in the Scarred Wastelands, it felt as though something kept pulling me back here. Perhaps it was a cure I could bring home, or the forces beyond telling me to stay in the death-filled sickness and accept it. I refused to think of what may be, as I found a cave that looked like a mouth, emenating a strong source of magic. Entering, I saw an otherworldly Imperial bathed in shadows. Perhaps this would be my end. Instead he spoke with me, and I explained my search for a cure. Perhaps his magic could help but, he said no, that it did not work that way. I bid him farewell after he provided some food for me.
Fantivity, Clan of Burning Fantasies, Fire
I came across the Molten scar of the fire flight today, this one seems different than the first clan I visited in the Fire flight. There’s a lot of variety here a lot of them arnt of the fire flight, what is even more surprising is the nature and ice dragons who reside here, they explained how the magic that runs through their home makes a comfortable home for them and how they are used to the extreme temperatures of their home. When I arrived the clan leader Dusk welcomed me and directed me to a few dragons who may help me.
The first dragon I visited was a Fae named Blaise she looked a bit run down,but after she told me why I can’t blame her, she’s the clan fortune teller all she told me was that some day I would find a cure but that she didn’t know when, this renewed my drive to succeed although I never lost hope to begin with.
The next dragon I met was a imperial named Soul apparently he can see the dead, he was kind enough when I asked to tell me that my sibling was alive still she was hanging on strongly, this made me happy.
The last dragon I met was the fire rep of the clan Bassal, he was quite the charming Fae and I couldn’t help but be enticed by him, his personality was interesting bold and determined to protect his clan. We ended up having a nest together, once our hatchlings were grown up and out of the nest, I moved on with my quest wishing him and the rest of the clan farewell as I headed to wherever the wind took me next.
xlMidnightRoselx, Light
She just hung out and relaxed by the fireplace. Met all kinds of cool dragons and tons of other visitors. She really enjoyed her time here it almost felt like a vacation!
ArkaiRevas, The Flaming Chaos, Fire
I had found myself in another fire clan. The protector of travelers, Celestia, cast a will-o-wisp spell on me for protection, and set a Hainu named Skiho as my companion during my stay. Sadly, no one could help me with my task of looking for a cure. The closest I got was when a Ridgeback trader showed me a book about the exotic plants and animals of the lands of Sorineth. I hope this could help. Perhaps I will find some as I continue my travels. I had only stayed for a day before moving on, still hoping against hope that I would someday fulfill my promise. |
Lunalis, The Twilight Market , shadow.
My search had taken me all over Sorneith, and used up years of my life. And yet the cure for my sister was still out of reach. Finally, I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures. It was time to work outside of what was legal. The thoughts that had lead me to this place ran again through my mind as I raised a claw to knock on the rock wall. Immediately, a white coatl appeared through a gap that definitely wasn’t there before. He gives me a quick once-over before stepping aside to let me through.
The cavern I enter is surprisingly quiet, for a Market such as this one. All I can see are a few of your regular shady citizens doing their normal stuff. I pointedly ignore them, and walk up to a small green fae that seems to be selling potions. After a exchange, she directs me over to a small shack by the lake. A purple imperial sits there with a collection of items.
“Excuse me, do you have/know how to make a cure for a sickness my sister has?”
“Hello, yes nice to meet you as well. I’m Magic. And as for your sister... do you have a description of the sickness?” As I rattle of what little I can remember, he pulls random things off the shelves and begins fiddling with them.
After I finish explaining, he nods grimly, and chucks the items of over his shoulder, somehow they expand midair into a helicopter-thing, which buzzes off to an island in the lake.
“I see. Are you absolutely sure you can’t remember anything else?” I turn my memory upside down and shake it, but nothing more falls out. I shake my head sadly. The helicopter whirs back to Magic, and drops a few items next to him. After a few more minutes of conversation, he says that he can’t promise anything, but he’ll try.
I guess as of now it’s my only hope.
After so many disappointments, I’m afraid to get my hopes up and yet... Magic seems to have found something. A plant, one that only grows in these caverns, seems to have the correct attributes to cure what I can remember of my sister’s affliction. Finally, finally I can return home. I can only hope my sister is still hanging on, that I will even be recognised by my parents.
Yet even in the face of all these doubts, it is with a smile on my face, one of the first in a long time, that I exit Luniare.
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