The ancient Tome, lorebook of the Forbidden Elements.
Blood
[url=]Chaos[/url]
[url=]Clan[/url]
Cloud
Life
[url=]Metal[/url]
Mind
[url=]Pillar[/url]
Spiral
Spirit
Time
Truth
[url=]Venom[/url]
NOTE: The links are in alphabetical order. the pages probably aren't.
Spirit (Spiritmemory, DeathPhoenix)
Metal (Chainbreaker, @
Madrigalism)
Cloud (Skysplitter, V0iCEB0X)
Time (Timebender, FourLeaf)
Chaos (Quartz, Silver202)
Spiral (StormSeeker, DeathPhoenix)
Mind (,victorycalls )
Life ( Seikatsu, HurricaneWinds )
Pillar(,)
Clan (,)
Venom
Blood (BloodShed, CryptTheWolf)
Truth( ,SmudgedSkies)
The ancient Tome, lorebook of the Forbidden Elements.
Blood
[url=]Chaos[/url]
[url=]Clan[/url]
Cloud
Life
[url=]Metal[/url]
Mind
[url=]Pillar[/url]
Spiral
Spirit
Time
Truth
[url=]Venom[/url]
NOTE: The links are in alphabetical order. the pages probably aren't.
Spirit (Spiritmemory, DeathPhoenix)
Metal (Chainbreaker, @
Madrigalism)
Cloud (Skysplitter, V0iCEB0X)
Time (Timebender, FourLeaf)
Chaos (Quartz, Silver202)
Spiral (StormSeeker, DeathPhoenix)
Mind (,victorycalls )
Life ( Seikatsu, HurricaneWinds )
Pillar(,)
Clan (,)
Venom
Blood (BloodShed, CryptTheWolf)
Truth( ,SmudgedSkies)
And if a silence filled the air do you think that anyone would even care? Would they be aware... of the mounting snow...
A frightful storm swirled above the oak tree. The Glitchlands often experienced storms; from a storm of mindless drones coming to invade the land to glitches in the binary outputting syntax errors as electrical sparks. This time, however, the storm was natural. Somehow, from the Shifting Expanse, a storm had blown over to the void. Naturally, the emperors’, glitchbeasts’ and hives’ behaviour was sporadic. Errors in the code were common but never before had something natural came. As the rain and thunder struck the terrain, shrieks could be heard from the ‘dragons’ (they technically weren’t dragons, though, regardless). The hives’ consciousnesses were panicking, instinctually they were scanning for hijackers that could have caused this.
A single emperor lifted its lightning head, it made an electrical clicking sound and tried to urge the other dead imperials conjoined to it to move towards the oak tree. The other undead imperials made groans and snarls but lifted their maned heads and began to stumble forward to the gnarled tree. The fire imperial hissed, as its broken foot cracked over a root near the tree, a water head growled at the clumsy brother as they clicked their foot back into place. Finally, the whole emperor reached the tree, the other heads blinked (if they had eyes left after their death) at the lightning head, confused why their lightning brother had led them there. The lightning head didn’t respond, simply biting his jaw into the tree, and pitifully clawing at it. The other heads soon followed, and after a few antagonising moments of clawing through tree bark and surprisingly not getting electrocuted they reached the heart of the tree. It was an egg, a pure nature egg, the emperor didn’t know how to react. Though, it seemed the lightning head did. They reached out a mangled claw to the pulsating egg.
A flash absorbed the landscape surrounding the tree, and several strikes of lightning repeatedly hit it. Some nearby glitchbeasts gave shrieks of fear as they watched the area being imploded by an explosion of some kind. Finally, the storm began to clear, or rather, be absorbed into the egg. The egg was now floating and what was left of the emperor was only a few limbs. Limbs, leaves, electricity and anything else nearby was being sucked into the egg. Finally, it was powerful enough and a crack spread across the eggshell. And out curled a spiral.
It had the colouration of some of the imperials it absorbed, and surprisingly took the elemental power of the oak tree it was encased in, rather than the lightning it seemed to control. A sloshing of storm made its underbelly, rallying up an unidentifiable liquid. It was rather like the gene capsule but with a tempest trapped inside.
The hatchling slowly glided forward, gazing around itself. A few drones investigated the creature from a distance, though one obviously assumed it was good to be assimilated. Its insectoid body twisted towards it and its eyes focused on the new-born. Once it reached within a few metres it was electrocuted and fell to the ground steaming. The young spiral-like goddess stared in fascination of her power, she held up her small claws and watched lightning zap between them. Her pupils grew in interest.
She decided to test out her new power, slowly conjuring a small storm cloud with shaking claws. The cloud was pure black. Not even a trace of grey or any other colour. She lifted the cloud into the blank sky. And forced it to zap something. A bolt of white lashed onto a dirt hut and it exploded into… seeds. The colourful seeds rained down on a poor glitchbeast living inside. It squealed and ran out, but the spiral simply smiled. It watched happily as the seeds planted into the ground and would eventually grow. However, she felt herself waver in the air as she came to the realisation how exhausting it was to perform a feat such as that. She made a mental note to practise her powers to become stronger. Despite being only minutes old, she knew she was powerful and was destined to be a god. She curled down into her pile of seeds and began to wonder what to do next. Her consciousness realised she needed something to know herself as, to have something she could be referred to.
She looked to the sky, wondering, and then realised the storm was gone. She’d absorbed it all now. Tail lashing, she huffed and thought Okay, I’ll seek a storm soon. Then she jerked up, having an idea. StormSeeker. Yes, I am StormSeeker.
A frightful storm swirled above the oak tree. The Glitchlands often experienced storms; from a storm of mindless drones coming to invade the land to glitches in the binary outputting syntax errors as electrical sparks. This time, however, the storm was natural. Somehow, from the Shifting Expanse, a storm had blown over to the void. Naturally, the emperors’, glitchbeasts’ and hives’ behaviour was sporadic. Errors in the code were common but never before had something natural came. As the rain and thunder struck the terrain, shrieks could be heard from the ‘dragons’ (they technically weren’t dragons, though, regardless). The hives’ consciousnesses were panicking, instinctually they were scanning for hijackers that could have caused this.
A single emperor lifted its lightning head, it made an electrical clicking sound and tried to urge the other dead imperials conjoined to it to move towards the oak tree. The other undead imperials made groans and snarls but lifted their maned heads and began to stumble forward to the gnarled tree. The fire imperial hissed, as its broken foot cracked over a root near the tree, a water head growled at the clumsy brother as they clicked their foot back into place. Finally, the whole emperor reached the tree, the other heads blinked (if they had eyes left after their death) at the lightning head, confused why their lightning brother had led them there. The lightning head didn’t respond, simply biting his jaw into the tree, and pitifully clawing at it. The other heads soon followed, and after a few antagonising moments of clawing through tree bark and surprisingly not getting electrocuted they reached the heart of the tree. It was an egg, a pure nature egg, the emperor didn’t know how to react. Though, it seemed the lightning head did. They reached out a mangled claw to the pulsating egg.
A flash absorbed the landscape surrounding the tree, and several strikes of lightning repeatedly hit it. Some nearby glitchbeasts gave shrieks of fear as they watched the area being imploded by an explosion of some kind. Finally, the storm began to clear, or rather, be absorbed into the egg. The egg was now floating and what was left of the emperor was only a few limbs. Limbs, leaves, electricity and anything else nearby was being sucked into the egg. Finally, it was powerful enough and a crack spread across the eggshell. And out curled a spiral.
It had the colouration of some of the imperials it absorbed, and surprisingly took the elemental power of the oak tree it was encased in, rather than the lightning it seemed to control. A sloshing of storm made its underbelly, rallying up an unidentifiable liquid. It was rather like the gene capsule but with a tempest trapped inside.
The hatchling slowly glided forward, gazing around itself. A few drones investigated the creature from a distance, though one obviously assumed it was good to be assimilated. Its insectoid body twisted towards it and its eyes focused on the new-born. Once it reached within a few metres it was electrocuted and fell to the ground steaming. The young spiral-like goddess stared in fascination of her power, she held up her small claws and watched lightning zap between them. Her pupils grew in interest.
She decided to test out her new power, slowly conjuring a small storm cloud with shaking claws. The cloud was pure black. Not even a trace of grey or any other colour. She lifted the cloud into the blank sky. And forced it to zap something. A bolt of white lashed onto a dirt hut and it exploded into… seeds. The colourful seeds rained down on a poor glitchbeast living inside. It squealed and ran out, but the spiral simply smiled. It watched happily as the seeds planted into the ground and would eventually grow. However, she felt herself waver in the air as she came to the realisation how exhausting it was to perform a feat such as that. She made a mental note to practise her powers to become stronger. Despite being only minutes old, she knew she was powerful and was destined to be a god. She curled down into her pile of seeds and began to wonder what to do next. Her consciousness realised she needed something to know herself as, to have something she could be referred to.
She looked to the sky, wondering, and then realised the storm was gone. She’d absorbed it all now. Tail lashing, she huffed and thought Okay, I’ll seek a storm soon. Then she jerked up, having an idea. StormSeeker. Yes, I am StormSeeker.
And if a silence filled the air do you think that anyone would even care? Would they be aware... of the mounting snow...
On rainy night, Small Bloodpaw was thinking about his best friend Who's also name was Bloodkit. She was 6 moons she would be a apprentice soon. Bloodpaw laid there, in the den. He would be a a full medicine cat the next night. He was older then her though.
the next day
he was outside of the den his paws aching. Cats started to come out of there dens like liquid shadows. "Bloodpaw! I need some Juniper berries for Cloudwings kits" said a familiar voice. "Okay, I will be back soon BerrieHeart" bloodpaw mewed and ran to the entice of the camp. He padded over to a juniper bush, full of berries. He heard some leaf crunches over in a leaf pile as he soon realized that a big blob of black pelt jumped on him, he tried to get away but the cat was to heavy . "Going somwere?" Asked the voice. -
to be continued
On rainy night, Small Bloodpaw was thinking about his best friend Who's also name was Bloodkit. She was 6 moons she would be a apprentice soon. Bloodpaw laid there, in the den. He would be a a full medicine cat the next night. He was older then her though.
the next day
he was outside of the den his paws aching. Cats started to come out of there dens like liquid shadows. "Bloodpaw! I need some Juniper berries for Cloudwings kits" said a familiar voice. "Okay, I will be back soon BerrieHeart" bloodpaw mewed and ran to the entice of the camp. He padded over to a juniper bush, full of berries. He heard some leaf crunches over in a leaf pile as he soon realized that a big blob of black pelt jumped on him, he tried to get away but the cat was to heavy . "Going somwere?" Asked the voice. -
to be continued
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Saving for Time Flight. Lore is currently a wip in Timebender's bio, I would post it but 1) not finished and 2) there is a huge freaking spider on the wall I gotta run—
Saving for Time Flight. Lore is currently a wip in Timebender's bio, I would post it but 1) not finished and 2) there is a huge freaking spider on the wall I gotta run—
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Waywind Wanderers
We will wander wherever the wind takes us.
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[font=century gothic][size=3]THE FORGOTTEN SPAWN OF LIGHTNING AND ICE[/size][/font][/center]
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The skies were filled with dark, misty clouds that beckoned to throw lightning at the nearest living creature it saw fit. With winds blowing at such extreme rates, the gusts that flew past could knock over even the strongest Ridgebacks from their once stern, proud stances. Dragons and creatures of all shapes and sizes fled from the rain that began to pour, approaching as a strong wall of pelting droplets that acted like a deadly curtain. Thunder rumbles ominously yet somewhat soothingly, as if the skies were trying to whisper a tricky lullaby to all the living creatures that feared getting their precious fur and feathers wet, hoping to calm their calamity as they searched for shelter. And as blinding as the bolts of electricity were as they'd strike themselves in the clouds high above, there was only one creature in particular that flourished in this extreme weather.[/size][/font][/columns]
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It casts a large shadow even over the already darkened clouds, giving the landscape an even deeper-into-darkness feeling, quite like that of the Tangled Wood. The droplets that pelted at small Faes, ruining their already frail wings, had no effect on this creature, for every drip that clung to its expression slipped past with unmistakable ease. Its chrome scales reflected each bolt that tempted to strike down upon it, acting like a living mirror in a deadly fashion- for this mirror does not simply show the reflections of the curious, no. Those who dared to seek the alluring glow of this being were often left on a wild goose chase. Hoping to find a scale, a tooth, even a mark on rock, of this legend of a dragon, none have ever been able to uncover even the smallest bit of evidence of its existence.
[i]But don't all legends revolve around a single grain of truth?[/i][/size][/font]
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[columns][right][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/16487.png[/img][/right][nextcol][font=century gothic][size=3]The dragon's pitch black, glossy eyes scanned the horizon with chilled curiosity. Sitting as still as the rock it perched upon, with large talons gripping at the once unscathed stone, it watched. And watched. And watched.. And watched... Its large wings flicked slightly with eager motion, wishing they were up in the skies soaring once again. And with a tail so long it could rival the size of an Imperial, it too flicked and swayed gently, curling and uncurling around the tall stone.[/size][/font][/columns]
[center][font=century gothic][size=3]The horizon shone with a warm glow, despite the dusty, barren landscape the lands of the Dragonhome possessed. And with the sun ever so slowly setting to a more nightly feature, the remaining bits of sunlight that sprawled over the land remained. And still, even as the land grew dark, light seemed to cling to the ever so popular "Pillar of the World"- a permanent reminder as to how divided the world is now. Now in the hands of the Earthshaker, it remained in its crumbled, dusty state, seemingly still emitting the energy it had since the beginning despite its abandoned appearance.
And after what felt like hours perching on the stone that sat mid-height with the towering pillar from many many miles away, the dragon began to shift. Its eyes fell upon the small dots of colorful dragons that hurriedly sped to their lairs, hoping to finish whatever minuscule tasks they had been working on since the day first shed light. To him, these other dragon inhabitants that roamed the lands of Sorenith seemed so... minor. So small, yet so numerous and varied. It baffled him to witness such a sight of color and rivalry. But to him, it's quite similar to the rivalry that's held in between the deities themselves as they claw at each other for land, space, and room to live.
And yet, here he was. A dragon long forgotten after being convieved by the clashing interactions between the Stormcatcher and Icewarden. He had been frozen in the Icewarden's fields for so very long out of pure incident, left to only his mind for eons to pass. It's no wonder no one wrote about him in novels.
He was no one.
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With that, something then clicked inside the dragon's focused mind. And lifting himself up onto his rear legs, tucking his arms away from view within the dark, matted fur that lined his chest, he stood, eyes moving back to the pillar that gracefully stood tall in the distance. As his over-sized wings stretched open, revealing many small tears and holes, his eyes narrowed at the very top of the pillar. And with a hushed, low toned voice, he muttered,
[i]"So it is true."[/i][/center]
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[Center][color=gray][size=2][font=Lucida console][i]A subspecies is in the works for this creature, so feel free to check him out in the meanwhile [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=344738&tab=dragon&did=43722859]here[/url]
- S K Y S P L I T T E R -
THE FORGOTTEN SPAWN OF LIGHTNING AND ICE
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The skies were filled with dark, misty clouds that beckoned to throw lightning at the nearest living creature it saw fit. With winds blowing at such extreme rates, the gusts that flew past could knock over even the strongest Ridgebacks from their once stern, proud stances. Dragons and creatures of all shapes and sizes fled from the rain that began to pour, approaching as a strong wall of pelting droplets that acted like a deadly curtain. Thunder rumbles ominously yet somewhat soothingly, as if the skies were trying to whisper a tricky lullaby to all the living creatures that feared getting their precious fur and feathers wet, hoping to calm their calamity as they searched for shelter. And as blinding as the bolts of electricity were as they'd strike themselves in the clouds high above, there was only one creature in particular that flourished in this extreme weather.
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It casts a large shadow even over the already darkened clouds, giving the landscape an even deeper-into-darkness feeling, quite like that of the Tangled Wood. The droplets that pelted at small Faes, ruining their already frail wings, had no effect on this creature, for every drip that clung to its expression slipped past with unmistakable ease. Its chrome scales reflected each bolt that tempted to strike down upon it, acting like a living mirror in a deadly fashion- for this mirror does not simply show the reflections of the curious, no. Those who dared to seek the alluring glow of this being were often left on a wild goose chase. Hoping to find a scale, a tooth, even a mark on rock, of this legend of a dragon, none have ever been able to uncover even the smallest bit of evidence of its existence.
But don't all legends revolve around a single grain of truth?
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The dragon's pitch black, glossy eyes scanned the horizon with chilled curiosity. Sitting as still as the rock it perched upon, with large talons gripping at the once unscathed stone, it watched. And watched. And watched.. And watched... Its large wings flicked slightly with eager motion, wishing they were up in the skies soaring once again. And with a tail so long it could rival the size of an Imperial, it too flicked and swayed gently, curling and uncurling around the tall stone.
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The horizon shone with a warm glow, despite the dusty, barren landscape the lands of the Dragonhome possessed. And with the sun ever so slowly setting to a more nightly feature, the remaining bits of sunlight that sprawled over the land remained. And still, even as the land grew dark, light seemed to cling to the ever so popular "Pillar of the World"- a permanent reminder as to how divided the world is now. Now in the hands of the Earthshaker, it remained in its crumbled, dusty state, seemingly still emitting the energy it had since the beginning despite its abandoned appearance.
And after what felt like hours perching on the stone that sat mid-height with the towering pillar from many many miles away, the dragon began to shift. Its eyes fell upon the small dots of colorful dragons that hurriedly sped to their lairs, hoping to finish whatever minuscule tasks they had been working on since the day first shed light. To him, these other dragon inhabitants that roamed the lands of Sorenith seemed so... minor. So small, yet so numerous and varied. It baffled him to witness such a sight of color and rivalry. But to him, it's quite similar to the rivalry that's held in between the deities themselves as they claw at each other for land, space, and room to live.
And yet, here he was. A dragon long forgotten after being convieved by the clashing interactions between the Stormcatcher and Icewarden. He had been frozen in the Icewarden's fields for so very long out of pure incident, left to only his mind for eons to pass. It's no wonder no one wrote about him in novels.
He was no one.
_____________________________
With that, something then clicked inside the dragon's focused mind. And lifting himself up onto his rear legs, tucking his arms away from view within the dark, matted fur that lined his chest, he stood, eyes moving back to the pillar that gracefully stood tall in the distance. As his over-sized wings stretched open, revealing many small tears and holes, his eyes narrowed at the very top of the pillar. And with a hushed, low toned voice, he muttered,
"So it is true."
A subspecies is in the works for this creature, so feel free to check him out in the meanwhile here
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"Do not let it win. Do not give in. Do not assimilate."
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Don't know exactly what this is yet, but I'm gonna put a claim on Chaos for my lovely monstrosity
Quartz, if I can. General lore is in the link in his bio, I'll tweak it into a cohesive story to put here.
Don't know exactly what this is yet, but I'm gonna put a claim on Chaos for my lovely monstrosity
Quartz, if I can. General lore is in the link in his bio, I'll tweak it into a cohesive story to put here.