Creative Corner

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This is the first page of Metamorphosis of Sky, what is generally held as the root of The Bamboo Library, The journal of Eupnea, the Founder of The Descant Scribes. The long history of the Valley of The Descant Scribes starts within its fragile pages… But those tales can wait for another day, I think. Today, I will tell you of the Valley of Descant Chimes...

Nestled in their hidden valley, the Scribes of The Descant Chimes devote themselves to the transcription and study of voices brought to them through the wind, using the curious effects of the layout of the valley and their ancient wind chimes to translate. To the outside clans of wind dragons, the life of a Scribe sounds tedious and sedentary, but these Windsinger's children find that ensuring the secrets, the songs and stories, and the knowledge the wind brings from all across Sornieth are remembered are worth any price.

The Valley itself is currently nestled in the Reedcleft Ascent. It is a magical place, steeped in elemental energy. Through a complex blend of terrain engineering and divine intervention, the Valley of Descant Chimes is where all winds, weary from their travels, free themselves of their burdens… The Tales of Sornieth. The Scribes write down everything the winds bring them, dutifully archiving it in the massive bamboo stalk known as The Bamboo Library. The bamboo is each year growing ever higher, the collection in the library grows as much as the bamboo does. Surrounding the Library is Muted Basin, a large deep lake that has a strange energy all its own... Well, let's just say... the water encourages silence.
The groves of the Scribes are numerous and varied, each designed to attract certain winds carrying certain things. Not all of the valley is Scribes, however. There is also the village of Flourish. The current residents of Flourish are mostly Fae dragons, known as The Fae Players, a group of thespians and bards. The other dragons who live in Flourish lead calm, harmonious lives in their various trades... And are always warm to any visitors to the Valley. Any visitors are treated with the utmost respect, for as wondrous as the Valley is, it is kept secret from the outside world. The only way to find the valley is if the wind brings you...

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Well, after all that, I believe introductions are in order! My name is AlchemyFox, and this is my Clan Lore. My clan is, in fact, a Lore clan, and I'm very excited to share it with you! Err... it's going to be a bit of a rough start, and I'm not sure how often I can get updating and making this thread pretty, but I'm going to try my best~

[size=5][emoji=book size=1] Table of Contents [emoji=book 2 size=1][/size] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604#post_38897823]Tale One: Yaara's Flight[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604#post_38977348]Tale Two: An Ordinary Morning[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604#post_38988978]Tale Three: The First Draft[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/2#post_39053098]Tale Four: Unexpected Callers and Mysterious Strangers[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/2#post_39065800]Tale Five: Old Friends, New Colors, and Apparently A Toad[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/2#post_39096194]Tale Six: The Wind Rose, Rises, Will Rise...[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/2#post_39316173]Tale Seven: Conversations and Consort[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/2#post_39336568]Interlude 1: In Your Best Interests, Of Course[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/3#post_39514386]Tale Eight: Things That Are Important[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/3#post_39514907]Interlude 2: Iron[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/3#post_39552800]Tale Nine: Only This Moment[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/3#post_39586250]Interlude 3: One for Sorrow, Two for Rescue, Three for Revenge…[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/3#post_39667034]Tale Ten: The Storm Breaks[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/4#post_39706231]Interlude 4: Gaoler, Sentinel, Seeker[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/4#post_40209030]Tale Eleven: A Little Help, A Lot of Friends[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/4#post_40209082]Tale Twelve: Beautiful Moment, Do Not Pass Away![/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/4#post_40247591]Tale Thirteen: Tricky Passages[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/4#post_40333586]Tale Fourteen: The Ancient Artistry of Flame[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/5#post_40343272]Tale Fifteen: As The Magpie Flies[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/5#post_40432997]Tale Sixteen: The Night Will Burn[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/5#post_40483951]Tale Seventeen: From A Nest of Ashes[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2671604/5#post_40595060]Tale Eighteen: The Phoenix And The Serpent[/url]

Locations (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

[center][size=5]The Dragons of The Valley...[/size][/center] [i]*note, will be updated as characters are introduced, possible spoilers~[/i] [center][emoji=old parchment size=1][size=4]The Scribes[/size][emoji=old parchment size=1][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=452671&tab=dragon&did=49902444]Furi[/url], Head Scribe, Does Her Job the Spiral Way. [/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=452671&tab=dragon&did=50084161]Nishikigoi[/url], Scribe of Prophecy, Saw the Past, Sees the Present, Will See the Future [/center] [center][emoji=new friend size=1][size=4]The Nursery[/size][emoji=new friend size=1][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=452671&tab=dragon&did=51194870]Teth[/url], Keeper of the Nursery, Nishikigoi's Apprentice[/center] [center][emoji=left wing size=1][size=4]The Guard[/size][emoji=right wing size=1][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=452671&tab=dragon&did=50737465]Asclepias[/url], Freelance Guardian, Flight Prodigy, Good Boy.[/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=452671&tab=dragon&did=51692296]Kajitsu[/url], Closest Guardian Dragon Available, Will Protec, Will Attac, Will Take A Nap [/center] [center][emoji=gust size=1][size=4]The Village of Flourish[/size][emoji=gust size=1][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=452671&tab=dragon&did=51611365]Yaara[/url], A young Coatl who doesn't know if he's ready for a quiet life...[/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=452671&did=50418431]Breeze[/url], A Tundra bookshop owner with a head full of stories and romance. [/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=452671&did=51653665]Enenra[/url], A young Coatl full of mischief.. and surprisingly soft-hearted. [/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=452671&tab=dragon&did=51685897]Hashihime[/url], A young Skydancer with a cool head and love of potions.[/center] [center][emoji=gear size=1][size=4]The Workshop[/size][emoji=gear size=1][/center] [center][emoji=cloud size=1][size=4]The Wanderers[/size][emoji=cloud size=1][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=452671&tab=dragon&did=51128400]Finch[/url], a young Wildclaw, beautiful, mysterious... possibly deadly?[/center] [center][emoji=harp size=1][size=4]The Fae Players[/size][emoji=harp size=1] [/center]

Let The Zephyr Wake You From Slumber,
And Let The Whirlwind Elevate Your Spirits.
Raise Your Wings In Ecstasy,
The Breeze Beckons You To Dance.
Sing The Songs Of The Winds.
Sing The Song Of Tramontane, Of The Ice Unforgiving.
Sing The Song Of Gregale, Of The Mountain Steady.
Sing The Song Of Levant, Of The Dawn Illuminated.
Sing The Song Of Sirocco, Of The Desert Wild.
Sing The Song Of Ostro, Of The Volcano Eternal.
Sing The Song Of Libeccio, Of The Sea Tranquil.
Sing The Song Of Ponente, Of The Dusk Veiled.
Sing The Song Of Mistral, Of The Mastery of Air.
Sing The Songs Of The Winds,
And The Sky Will Ever Be Your Dominion.

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[size=5] Tale One: Yaara's Flight [/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50737465] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/507375/50737465_350.png[/img] [/url] The spring night was warm and humid. The ever-present rain that had lasted over the past weeks had finally died down to a light mist. And a warm, foggy night, was perfect for the mission Asclepias was on tonight… [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49902444] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/499025/49902444_350.png[/img] [/url] Asclepias had been summoned for random missions before. As an un-Charged Guardian with impressive flight capabilities, he was perfect to do any work that required long flights… and a bit of muscle. Usually this entailed escorting Scribes who wanted a bit more information than the wind was giving them, like Yurei with his cartography. Or getting items from farther away flights. But it seems this time it was different. “You want me to go where?” Asclepias asked, dumbfounded. “Windkeep Tower. It’s not far.” Furi replied coolly, not even looking up from her transcriptions. As Head Scribe, the spiral was always multitasking. She put the normal excessive energy that spirals usually had into her work, and she was good at it. At Asclepias’ silence, she sighed and set her quill down. “Is there a problem with that?” she asked, pointedly. Asclepias shuffled his feet. “Well, it’s just with all the… stuff… that’s been going down over there, and our no-interference policy…” Asclepias trailed off. The Valley had maintained its peace for centuries, and one of the reasons it had is because the clan stayed out of other clan’s business. With all the information The Scribes held, the clan was a priceless treasure… and in the wrong hands, a dangerous weapon. If you applied all the knowledge gathered by the winds in a war… You would be nearly unstoppable. Added to the fact that even the most secretive spies and councils couldn’t hide their words from the wind.... Asclepias shuddered. From what Breeze had been telling him, the current rulers of Windkeep Tower were EXACTLY the kind of dragons that would be considered “the wrong hands” “You don’t have to worry about that,” Furi soothed the young guardian. “You are not, repeat NOT, going there on diplomatic business. All you are doing is going and seeing a lovely young couple who just had three splendid young hatchlings who would like us to take one in to gain a valuable education. True, the hatchling is a little young, but the seeds of knowledge are best planted in fresh soil!” Furi gazed levelly at Asclepias. “Understand?” “...You’re doing that thing where you are saying one thing but meaning something entirely different.” Asclepias pointed out. “But I get it. I just don’t know why I’m the one being sent. I feel like this requires… I don’t know, a nocturne maybe? Someone who can be… subtle?” Asclepias gestured at himself, a young guardian who was above-average in size for his age, bright silver, and with bright sunset butterfly wings. Not to mention the magical little fireflies sparkling around him. “A trait I obviously lack?” Furi sighed. “You are the best candidate to fetch the hatchling, Asclepias, since your skills in flying are unmatched. Nishikigoi says the weather will be on your side tonight, so it should just be a simple flight in, collect the hatchling, and then fly straight home. Any pursuit will be immediately lost in the strong winds. The undead are not known for their skill in flight, and this place is sacred to Windsinger.” Her face took on a air of determination. “And I will not let them defile that.” Asclepias glided toward his destination. The meeting-point was outside of the tower, if he had his instructions clear. The fog was a double-edged sword, good for not being seen… but also not good for seeing. He suddenly saw a small gust of wind magic, followed by a flash of light magic. The signal! He seemed to be right on target. With as few wingbeats as possible, he gently slowed his glide down for a soft landing by the dragons, a fierce wildclaw and a much gentler coatl. They were immediately on guard. Asclepias deeply breathed in to steady himself, and gave the pass phrase. “I’m here for the future.” The young couple relaxed, and the wildclaw spread his wings to reveal a small blanketed form on his back. The coatl gently lifted the bundle down, and parting the blanket to reveal a coatl hatchling, gently murmured to it. The wildclaw leaned down to give the hatchling a nuzzle, and then turned a suddenly steely gaze at Asclepias. “Swear he’ll be safe.” The wildclaw softly hissed. “On my life and Windsinger’s breath.” Asclepias whispered. The wildclaw nodded, satisfied enough, and helped the coatl secure the hatchling to Asclepias’ back. The coatl turned to Asclepias. “His name is Yaara, his parents are Xinskarr and Xaiya, and..” she swallowed anxiously, “And if we… don’t make it, make sure he knows that.” Asclepias nodded solemnly. Remembering suddenly, he untied his pouch and handed it to the coatl. “This is from me, not from The Valley, but… may the wind bring you hope and joy.” Asclepias took a couple steps back and spread his wings. As the couple looked on with sorrow and hope, Asclepias sprang into the air, and the wind took him and Yaara back to The Valley of Descant Chimes. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51611365][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=139&bodygene=20&breed=12&element=3&eyetype=0&gender=0&tert=100&tertgene=6&winggene=21&wings=33&auth=17d88c909f5e532b7be13cdf231b859494e1fc7b&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url] ------ So, we are starting writing, are we? This interlude is actually something I wrote for the amazing and fantastic Petall's[url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2383572/1#post_2383572] [i]STORIES OF WINDKEEP TOWER[/i][/url]. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2383572/51#post_37673538]HERE[/url] is the very beginning of that arc where this event happens... way way down the road. Trust me, it's worth bingeing the lore~ But in my lore, I figure it's a good introductory tale to my clan... through a hatchling's eyes. What mischief will this cutie get up too? Let's find out!

[size=5] Tale Two: An Ordinary Morning [/size] The first problem was the fire. It snapped hungrily at the air, the ground around it, and him. It wanted him most. The second problem was the smoke. It surrounded him, forcing itself into his nose and throat, clawing its way into his body to constrict him from the inside. The third problem was his wind magic wouldn’t work, wouldn’t extinguish the flames and dissipate the smoke. He was helpless, and everything began to fade to shadows and ash.... [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51611365] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=51611365&skin=0&apparel=12900,24713,21810,9221,17929,13842&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] Yaara opened his eyes to a view of a wooden ceiling. Blinking away the nightmare, he registered the ceiling as his, from the miniature chimes he made from broken glass casting the morning light into shattered rainbows dancing about, to the knotholes in the east corner that if you squinted in the right way at, they would look like a group of anxious spiral dragons. Yaara sighed and buried his head under his pillow. The same dream, three nights in a row now. All the details were as hazy as the smoke that was in it… Except for the end. Where he died. Yaara sighed again, unburied himself from his nest of blankets and pillows, and went to the window. The Valley looked beautiful, as always. He deeply breathed in the warm air. Untouched by blight, and with a subtle scent of roses… As always. Everything… normal. Except for him. Except for this thrice-cursed nightmare he’d been having. “And three times means someone’s trying to tell me something,” he muttered to himself. Fire. Smoke. Death. But what was it a warning for? More importantly, WHERE was the warning for? There was the Valley, certainly, but looking at it today that seems all but impossible. There was his birth clan… That certainly was a possibility, given that the clan of his birth, including his parents and his sister, were in the middle of a not-so-civil war… Yaara gave a dry chuckle to the thought. [i]Enenra has been a bad influence[/i], he thought. Yaara let his mind wander from the disturbing dream, and any possible portents it might have, as he thought of his friends. He was supposed to be meeting them later today, to watch Waira test his contraption. Again. Waira was sure that if he built upon the current designs of machine wings, he could make ones that were powerful enough not only for flying dragons to reap their benefits tenfold… but for completely land-bound dragons to enjoy the unparalleled pleasures of flight as well! “Including Earthshaker himself!” Waira would always add dramatically. Yaara doubted that they would be seeing Earthshaker leaving the World Pillar Remains and flying about even if the god had the ability, but he also doubted Waira would listen at all if Yaara said anything to that effect. It was better to just watch his endless tests and make sure he didn’t hurt himself. He almost drowned in the lake last time. Luckily Kaji had decided to take off her armor earlier so she could nap in the sun comfortably, or she would have had a harder time dragging Waira out. And then she went back in for the prototype when Waira came to and tried going back in himself for it… Suddenly a voice called from the garden below. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50418431] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/504185/50418431_350.png[/img] [/url] “Still dreaming, Yaara? It’s time to wake up and come down if you plan on having any breakfast.” Yaara shook himself out of his memories and looked down into the carefully tended garden. “I'll be down in a minute, Breeze! And I do plan on having breakfast!” he called to the tundra smiling up at him. “Good, because I picked up some of your favorite minnow buns today, and since I can’t eat them I wouldn’t want them going to waste.” Breeze replied with laughter. Yaara smiled back at the kind Tundra who had taken him in when he had first arrived in the Valley. His birth clan, Windkeep Tower, had been hers as well, and like him had family still there. She had provided him with a place to call home, and their connection to Windkeep had brought them together. She wasn’t his mother and she never tried to be, since he still had one even though he had not seen her since he was very young, but she was still family to him. “You better hurry,” Breeze continued, “Miska has been eyeing the basket.” The small Citrine Cave Jewel scurried over at the sound of her name from the porch where she had previously been sitting, and was indeed looking up at Breeze, expecting a treat for her good behavior. Yaara laughed at the small plump lizard, who honestly had been getting too many treats and could stand to lose some weight. “Okay, okay, I’m coming!” he said, turning away from the window. He went over to his bed and rummaged through the blankets, removing a green piece of fabric from among them. Tying it around his neck as he went towards the door, he paused by a shelf of seemingly unrelated items. He fixed his attention on a bedraggled flowering vulpine plushie, long missing an eye but fairly clean. “Keep safe, Mom, Dad, Yuu, Yachid… We’ll be together soon.” He addressed the plushie, half habit, half prayer… And headed down to claim his breakfast before a greedy lizard did. [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/648.png[/img] ----- T-t-t-Time Skip~ A bit of foreshadowing, an ordinary morning, a lot of exposition, and a cute familiar! A... bit of a cliche start honestly. But who cares?

Tale Three: The First Draft

The First Draft was both a home and a business. Sort of. On the upper floor were both Breeze’s and Yaara’s bedrooms, as well as another two bedrooms used for guests and book storage. On the back half of the lower floor was the spacious kitchen, which was open enough to be used as both a dining room and a general living area, and a small side room that was Breeze’s private study and where she kept her most treasured books. The front half of the lower floor was the bookshop. Yaara soon found out after moving in with Breeze that The First Draft was more where Breeze hoarded her vast collection of books, rather than sell them. She did sell them occasionally, when it was books she had acquired better editions of or had doubles of, but the times when the bookshop was actually open were few and far between. To give you a clearer understanding of how, Breeze’s days generally went like this…

Wake up at dawn, go downstairs to set a pot of water for tea boiling.
Go take care of the garden, pick roses for tea and whatever plants caught her eye for breakfast.
Brew tea and prepare breakfast for herself and Miska.
After leisurely eating breakfast and drinking her first cup of tea, go and sweep the front step and clean the already spotless store windows.
Flip the sign from “Closed” to “Open”, drink her second cup of tea, then flip the sign from “Open’ to “Closed”.
Go and get breakfast for Yaara from The Orchard, the Valley’s main dining hall.
Leisurely make small talk with her neighbors on the way home.
After making sure Yaara was fed and drinking more tea, go and flip the sign from “Closed” to “Open” again, rearrange stock, and flip the sign from “Open” to “Closed”.
Brew another pot of tea.
Go to the study, do some paperwork, and drink tea.
Take a walk to The Bamboo Library to read and do research for her novel, Frost and Dandelions, a romance between a haughty and aloof ice dragon and an intelligent and stubborn nature dragon.
On the way home, stop by The Orchard for a light lunch.
Go home, brew another pot of tea, sit in the garden, and write.
Lose track of time until Yaara reminds her that it’s almost sunset and time for dinner.
Go to The Orchard with Yaara, eat dinner and engage in lively discussion with her friends about books.
Go home, brew one last pot of tea, flip the sign from “Closed” to “Open”, clean up the already spotless shop, drink tea, flip the sign from “Open” to “Closed”, feed Miska her dinner, and head upstairs for some light reading before bed.

If you’ve been keeping track, this means in a single twenty four hour day, The First Draft would maybe be open for two of them. Breeze did keep a stock of books that were not part of her collection to sell such as travel guides, copies of popular legends and tales from around Sornieth, and of course her own works, but she was still loathe to actually sell them. Which is where Yaara comes in. For the many hours that Breeze is distracted, Yaara usually tries to find time in his day to open the shop himself. He does the paperwork and inventory management for these sales himself, so Breeze would notice the loss less. And since he usually only sells the stock that she keeps extra anyway… She never does.

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And more exposition! Just a little snapshot of the kind of dragon Breeze is~ Also, bonus points if you know which real-world book Frost and Dandelions is supposed to be impersonating~