#FR lore share

[cr0w-fr]

Grthskyn ; the madness driven

Grthskyn, the multi-headed many-eyed beast who watches always. Its voice echoes thricefold, tone varied and never the same. A scent like old books and damp caverns permeate the air around it. Many eyes watch and watch, observing and piercing.

It is large, it is unnatural, is it even a dragon? Unknown, unsure, the Grthskyn simply stays tucked away in libraries. Hidden amongst books that make no sense, sigils and runes twisting like living things on pages that turn whisper-soft in your claws. A heavy presence prickles at the back of your neck, but you never quite are able to manage a glance at the being that lurks.

Until you do, and then its many eyes seem to lock you into place, whispers bubbling up in your mind until they become a deafening cacophony drowning out your very own thoughts--

Not many escape the Grthskyn unscathed. Fewer escape sane. Be cautious of this beast, this eldritch thing...

#crow caws #flight rising #dragon share #fr dragon share #flight rising dragon share #fr lore share #lore share #flight rising lore share #my nasty eldritch beast :D

[xaz-fr]

A Leap In Magic 1/?

The City of Mu had settled into its Silence decades ago and still it hung in Silence. Its great engines quieted, its protectors asleep in their homes, its civilians carefully taken from the streets. The maren that had once joined in the delight of its existence had long gone away, save for some stragglers who couldn’t let go. The only two dragons who walked the streets and hallways of the once thriving city and plan were the one’s who’d started it in the first place.

Ars walked with his sister down the empty road, the wind ahead of them clearing any loose debris. Before she’d come back to him Ars had long since removed everyone from the streets so their Silence wasn’t quite so much suffering. That they may sleep unending in their homes. Despite being great and powerful Progenitors the magic here, within them, and all around them, was faded as if washed out in the rain.

“It’s a nice day out,” he said, always trying to find the good. As usual Nadalin didn’t speak to him. She hadn’t spoken to him since her return some years ago. He’d tried everything from magic to his own physical abilities but nothing could coax a single word from her. He knew the Silence still gripped her deep within. It would probably be years before she shook it loose. But she did raise her crest at him, to indicate she heard him. That was better than nothing he supposed.

They walked the empty streets and up into the great Central Library of Mu. The largest building in the city, towering over it with it’s great domed top, its grounds scattered with minarets for passing dragons to perch. Mosaics and frescoes detailing the history of the clan covered the walls of the library and inside it was said was a copy of every story ever told.

Or it had been.

With the rising and erratic changes of the Elements, the oldest of dragons crawling out of holes in the history of Sorienth, the library was out of date. No new books had been added since the clan had been Silenced. But Ars still liked to come here. It was something to do amid the Silence. The loneliness. He guided Nadalin in and set her up with a book on a subject he knew she liked. He found his own book and settled nearby. The sound of their breathing and the turning of pages were the only sounds in the library.

“Ars.” His head jerked up at the sound of his name and he looked at his sister. He hadn’t heard his name spoken by another living thing in decades. He jumped to his feet and went over to her.

“What is it, Nadalin?” he asked, crouching by her, his gentle claw on her arm.

She ran her claw across the open page. “Do you remember? When our city flew?” she asked him, her voice like ashes.

“Yes,” he said softly. “I remember,” and he pressed his head against hers. “We went all across the southern part of the world, learning new stories, finding new friends. Do you remember that?” he asked her. She nodded slowly.

For a moment her claws tugged at the paper before relaxing. “I know they’ve all gone Silent. Is our engine dead?”

Ars blinked at her. He hadn’t been down there in any years. The last time he’d been down to the engine and seen Hezen was- was— was when he thought he was alone and he’d told him to take an egg with all the hopes of the city and find somewhere safe for it. He hadn’t wanted to think of it since. He thought that had been his sacrifice. To send the broken spirit and husk of his sister away. But even though he was old there was so much he couldn’t know. Or that the gods themselves wouldn’t just let a Progenitor leave their sacred duty to protect and preserve their clan. It had been a selfish thing to do. He’d wanted to suffer this alone, as he always had suffered alone. The Windsinger didn’t allow it. She’d come back to him.

Hezen had never returned after Ars had sent him away. Or Ars had never seen him. He’d never gone back down into the engine room too check. Too afraid of what he would or wouldn’t find.

“I don’t know,” Ars admitted softly.

“I think I… would like to see,” Nadalin said in her whisper soft voice, her claws starting to crumple and rip the paper on the book, her green eyes wide and staring like Ars was a ghost. Or maybe that she was a ghost.

“Okay,” he said gently. “We’ll go,” and he helped her up and they left the empty Central Library of Mu.

#flight rising #lore share #fr wildclaw #the city of mu #fr lore share

[honoratacarnage]

Click for better quality!

These are Runehaze (left) and Marrowsilk (right), 2 of the 3 Duchesses of War. That magic orb on their head is a manifestation of their holy power! (and yes they are married)

Lore below cut! (also, the blood magic in Marrowsilk art won't get me in trouble will it?)

Tell me what y'all think!

Runehaze is a powerful ice warrior, creator and master of the Gelid Brumes technique, which she teaches to her pupil, Endor. She is the youngest of the Duchesses of War, and she is the Saint of inner strength and the subconscious. She was a important part of Southern Icefield territorial control until she sustained an life threatening injury

Marrowsilk is, honestly, a terrifying elite plague soldier, master of the Blood Manifestation technique. She does not have any pupils (thank gods) as she doesn't have the patience nor the desire to. She is the middle of the 3 Duchesses of War, and she is the Saint of righteous anger and trauma. She tried to prove herself too hard in a battle against Ice and almost died as result

They met when an Nature terrorist group tricked them into believing that they could heal them to back to what they once were, only to try to use them to create an Ice-Plague Emperor to destroy the Gladekeeper. Well, the fusion was very unsuccessful and let's just say that the terrorist group doesn't exist anymore. The only part of them that actually got stuck together were their feet, which in the terror of the moment they separated it by force (that's why Runehaze lost a toe and Marrowsilk got an extra)

But yeah they decided to move to Mooneye after this incident to learn more about their connection as almost-Emperors.

#my art #my art owo #Fr #Flight rising #Fr art #Fr art share #fr dragon share #fr imperial #Flight rising imperial #Tw blood #Fr lore #Fr lore share

[the-rat-plays-games]

RUSTSUN EMPIRE FACTION OVERVIEW: The Mendicants

There are less than a dozen of them, these beings who wore the robes of a broken God. Once, there were many.

There was a time, long ago, when the God-Empress Sloane did not walk the plaguepocked land. This was the time of a different God, a God who sought to elevate himself to become an Elemental Truth, to walk among the Lightweaver, the Arcanist, the Eleven. He was ambitious, and he was strong, and he was cruel. The land, it is said, stank of gore. He would become the antithesis to Plaguebringer, he declared. He would become the Deathkeeper.

What he did not know was this: each of his blasphemous ceremonies did not bring him closer to the Eleven, but to the ones beyond even the Eleven, the entities that twitch and chitter and crawl in the Shade, in what lies Beyond the Shade. As he razed settlements, drove beastkin to the torch, as he churned the world to ruin beneath his claws, he was aided by those who were driven to his cause by desperation, by ruin, by a need to survive.

He was the truth.

His closest lieutenants -- the heads of his military, the alchemists who funded his mad hunger, his assassins -- stood by his side, because they believed in him. Each of them needed to believe in him. He had not always been this way. What’s more, they had slowly been corrupted by both the old God and the Veilbreakers, those things beyond even the Shade, and they no longer realized their corruption.

One of them stood against him at long last, when this old God demanded a village be burned to ashes. Something in her broke. She refused him, before his lieutenants, before his people, and for this, they strung her in the center of the village, consumed her in boiling light, let the sickening land devour her whole.

This went on for so long it seemed that he would never be stopped, but the old God found a potential ritual. It was promised, promised, that he would be able to become what he desired -- and when he completed the ritual, why. He got something. None of the Mendicants can remember what happened next, these days: the ones who survived the horror only remember blood, remember screaming, remember something great and terrible driving its claws into the old God’s flesh and tearing him apart. Once he was dead, however, these Lieutenants woke from their haze, broke their chains, and surged forward at the head of their armies to strike down this thing from beyond the Shade. Of course, only the Mendicants remember this now. Since Sloane ascended, since she reached into the brains of the populace and twisted all they can remember of what came before, very few know what came before even her. The Mendicants, numbering ten, have mingled with various organizations. They carry old blades, from before even Sloane’s predecessor’s time. They have sworn themselves to one thing, and one thing only: never again will someone wake those terrors. Never again.

#flight rising lore #flight rising lore share #fr lore share #lore share #flight rising writing #fr writing #horror #horror writing #cult #faction: mendicants

[oh-snapperss]

for anyone interested, below are screenshots of each page in etho's lore book he showed today in his lp episode:D

#etho #ethoslab #the way i went HOLY SHIT when he shared this #nobody understands how insane i have been over his lets play lore AND HE GAVE US A LORE BOOK #best day fr

[lichennthrope-fr]

Widdershins, the wandering occultist

#I DRAW HIM.... #sad ancients cant wear clothes because he cant have his hat #he is my favorite dragon and gets OC status #he has the most lore of all my dragons and now he is the first to have art #flight rising #fr dragon share #fr ancient #flight rising dragons #dragon share #flight rising art #fr art share #fr fanart #flight rising veilspun #veilspun #my art #oc: widdershins

[poop-flying]

man i don't know. what happens when a gladiator takes a liking to the jewellery their patron gives them? what happens when it won't come off?

here's flesh made stone #2426540, link below the cut!

flesh made stone

#i spent too long staring at it so here's some lore and off you go #first time using descriptions hope it works! #flight rising #fr outfit #fr dragon share #fr dressing room #frdressingroom #dragon share #shann outfits shit

[clansnaphance]

Recently completed these two men and am obsessed with them please look

Isidor • Vahan

(accents: Stariy Knyaz by hydde • year to year by auroshen)

#flight rising #fr dragon share #vahan still needs a scene but the roost scene just won't drop for me #hatched isidor myself during my mass hatch and i think he's the most gorgeous dragon i've ever hatched #have some lore ideas for isidor #but vahan is just Pretty right now #snaphance rambles

[spongyspingy-rising]

50 FR Lore Questions!

I made these because I love answering questions about my lore, and I know other people do too! I also want to encourage people to interact with each other's lore and send each other asks, so there's one rule for this one— send an ask to whoever reblogs this from you, and whoever you reblogged it from!

huge thanks to @cecils-dragons who helped me come up with topics for these :D

✨🐉✨

1. a character loved by their community

2. a character despised by their community

3. a character trying to find a place in their community

4. an outsider to the community

5. an existing member of the community

6. an ex-inhabitant of the community

7. someone who loves their job

8. someone who hates their job

9. someone who wants to get better at their job

10. two characters who work together

11. two characters who would rather die than work together

12. two characters who would end the world together

13. a one-sided dislike or rivalry

14. a one-sided friendship

15. a one-sided affection

16. an affection reciprocated

17. an affection filled with sorrow

18. an affection lost to time

19. a character with taboo magic

20. a character with unconventional magic

21. a character without magic

22. someone's specific spin on magic

23. someone's favorite spell or enchantment

24. someone's least used magic ability

25. how magic is used for good

26. how magic is used for evil

27. how magic is used in everyday life

28. an artifact or magical item

29. an heirloom that's been well loved

30. an otherwise unremarkable weapon

31. the death traditions in your clan

32. the marital/union traditions in your clan

33. the traditions taught to youngsters in your clan

34. a local festival or celebration

35. a local food dish or cuisine

36. a local deity or worship practice

37. your clan's most difficult moment in history

38. your clan's most joyous moment in history

39. your clan's most bloody moment in history

40. how old your clan is

41. how your clan was founded

42. how your clan sees their flight/deity

43. who leads your clan

44. who who fights for your clan

45. who raises your clan's youth

46. where your clan began

47. where your clan is now

48. where your clan is headed

49. your favorite character!

50. your favorite lore tidbit!

#kal rising #flight rising #fr lore #fr dragon share #flight rising lore #flight rising dragons #ask meme #fr ask game #fr ask meme

[nyne-rising]

REJOICING FOR MY MOTORLICH LORE CLAN

#flight rising #fr dragon share #motorlich lore

[robby-bobby-tommy]

While everyone is talking about cinematic and the plot, I'll talk about music.

After listening a little harder, I recognised it. It's a cover of "Polovitsan Dances" From an opera called Prince Igor. This opera is based on an old book, "the tale of Igor's campaign". This story is about Russian Prince (knyaz) Igor, who decided to go on a campaign against Polovitsans. Despite winning the first battle, he ultimately loses and gets captured by the enemies. He spends some time in a foreign land, before escaping with some help. In the meantime his wife, Yaroslavna, cries, worrying for her husband.

Though, enough of the synopsis, let's get to the song. Polovitsan Dances is an unbelievably beautiful song, but I'd like to talk about lyrics. Ofc they are in Russian, but there are translations in English. Anyway, the song starts with Polovitsan maidens singing about their homeland. About beautiful mountains, bright sun, endless sky, freedom etc. The latter part of this song is sung by men and sings praises to Khan. Though, women's part is the most popular.

Idk why I just told you that. It's just a nice detail. I know Fit loves using his music as metaphors and hints, but I don't think it's the case here. A lot of people know this song as just a beautiful melody and don't know of it's origins (I too discovered it pretty recently), I don't think it leads anywhere. If I squint I can imagine it's maaay refer to Madagio missing his island (the way it used to be). His freedom, friends and beautiful paysages. But it's a reach.

Anyway, thank you for listening to my tedtalk

#qsmp #qsmp fitmc #q fit #qsmp fit #qsmp madagio #fitmc lore #i don't think you need this info. but i thought I'd share #don't look into this too hard as it's just some neat details #i love how fit presents his lore. he needs an award fr #he's amazing and every new cinematic is better than the latter which is impressive #qsmp rambles #we love fits lore in this house

[cr0w-fr]

Cailleadh ; the Lost

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…

Aimsíodh ; the 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…

#crow caws #flight rising #dragon share #fr dragon share #flight rising dragon share #lore share #fr lore share #flight rising lore share #fr spiral #spiral dragon #next lore dragons; spooky twins ♡

[xaz-fr]

A Leap of Magic 2/?

The engine room of the Windsinger’s Tale was an enormous space. Big enough to house lesser clans in and of itself. Great mechanical and magical machines ran in this place. In the darkness it was hard to see what exactly there was. The engine hadn’t run in decades, the only power was the most basic emergency power that still worked because it was magic. It lit up small running lights on the walkways but otherwise the shapes of the machines loomed darkly overhead. Except deep in the engine room a light burned. The Arcane Lift Generator hummed in intoxicating magenta and cyan magical light, casting long shadows out across the engine room.

Ars walked with no fear next to Nadalin. There was nothing in the ship that could harm him. Very little could at all.

They arrived at the ALG, a great glass container socketed into a clamp on the roof of the engine room. Magenta and cyan magic swirled lazily within the container, filling the entire thing with a homogeneous haze. Any indication that there was anything in the ALG was blocked by the magic mist.

Nadalin stepped up and put her claw on the curved glass of the container. “Hezen?” she asked, Ars barely could hear her even standing next to her.

The ALG changed almost instantly. The colored mist immediately started churning and coiling around itself. Ars pulled Nadalin’s claw off the glass nervously. The roiling magical mist started to condense and as it did items became visible in the bottom of the container, the shape of Hezen began to form. After only a few short moments the being known as Hezen fully materialized in the container, hovering on wings made of pure magic. While he still bore the shape of a dragon Hezen was a construct made of pure magic. His flesh was made of magic and you could see his magenta crystalline bones and his searing cyan eyes that glowed brightly in the darkness of the engine room.

“Nadalin, Ars,” he said as if he’d only spoken to them last week and not nearly a century ago.

“You’re alive,” Nadalin said softly.

Hezen cocked his head at her. “That’s an odd thing to say. I most certainly am not alive. But death doesn’t happen to things like me, I suppose,” he said and the translucent pink flesh around his mouth curled into something like a smile.

“How long have you been here?” Ars asked. “I didn’t know-

“You had other things to worry about,” Hezen said. “I did as you asked me. Then I flew up to see the stars and stayed there until the solar winds blew me apart. When I awoke again I was back here,” he motioned to the ALG.

“But the egg? It’s safe?”

“Yes. I will not tell you where, as you asked.”

“Right,” Ars said gruffly.

“Can you get out, Hezen?” Nadalin asked.

“The cloak Ars gave me was lost when I went to see the stars. So no. I cannot.”

“Can you— can you start the ship?”

“Of course,” and every machine in the engine room beeped as all the lights came on. The machines thundered to life, spinning up, power spooling and unspooling all around them. “So long as I live, so does the ship. Are we going somewhere?”

Ars looked at his sister who looked back at him. “No,” Ars said. “Power down please.”

“Oh,” and Ars turned off many of the engines. “I left some of them on for power inside the ship,” he said helpfully.

“That’s very good Hezen, thank you.”

“I just want to help,” Hezen said, looking at Nadalin.

“I know. It’s still Silent.”

“Even with both Progenitors back?”

Ars cast a look at his sister. “One is not quite there,” he said reluctantly. Nadalin would never be at her full strength after what he’d done. That egg had contained her essence. Or part of it at any rate. And by now it was probably a fully grown dragon with a life all her own.

“Ah. Of course. My mistake,” Hezen allowed.

“I’m glad you’re alive, Hezen,” Nadalin said softly.

“Me as well,” Hezen said in his delighted way. “Being as I am I am quite difficult to destroy.”

“We’ll come and visit more often,” Ars promised. “Now that we know you’re here.”

“That would be lovely. I could use an update on books. I hadn’t quite finished reading through the entire library,” he joked.

“You’re falling behind by the day I’m afraid. I’m still quite a few hundred books ahead of you,” Ars said.

Hezen’s glowing eyes narrowed playfully. “Then I insist you bring me some so I may keep up.”

“Let us,” Nadalin said, tugging on Ars’ sleeve.

“Hmm? Oh yes, of course. We were just at the library, we’ll go get some for Hezen. I can only imagine how bored you’ve been.”

“Hence why I was just smoke. I can’t be bored if I don’t know how to be,” he said.

Ars scoffed. “Of course. Come on Nadalin; lets go find some books for Hezen,” and she grabbed his claw as they left.

#flight rising #lore share #fr lore share #fr wildclaw #the city of mu

[cecils-dragons]

It really feels like ages since I last managed to draw some gijinka work for here, but finally I got back around to it with some new gays guys. Its messy but I'm still happy I could actually get myself to draw something! Also lore for them already!!!!

Behold Zygus, the heir of The Beacon of the Celestial Order, and Deimos, one of the head mages for the order. Zygus is Zunde's younger brother(the second youngest of 6 siblings), but was deemed the lineage's heir due to his affinity to celestial magic. He doesn't really enjoy the idea of being an heir as it comes with lots of duties and would make him burden some of the more nefarious things that the order does that he personally does not agree with. One of his uncles(Janice's father) is currently standing in for his duties as he finishes his studies to take his place as head of the order. Zygus's main desire is to live a normal life outside of the order like some of his siblings, but he is occasionally he gets a glimpse of normality with the help of Deimos.

Deimos is one of the many mages under the order, he originally specialized in making simple charms, but later was convinced to study offensive magics and celestial divination. This drew the attention of the order, and there for he was employed and quickly made his way up the ladder. He is frequently sent on either raids of The Underground or sent out on missions for the order. Due to his reclesness, he has accumulated a number of scars across his body ranging in colors from magics. He spends most of his off time recovering or hanging around Zygus.

They met when Zygus started to hound Deimos down after learning he knew how to make form changing charms. Deimos made him one to conceal his horn so he could not as easily be recognized in public. From here they would go out together which lead to them starting a more secret relationship since Zygus is currently not suppose to be in any relationships.

Also old ass vine reference that I didn't care to properly check because I'm tired! Featuring a small glance of Zygus's personal guard Amaranth(who is more like a mother figure in a way so this is very out of character for her but reference!!! she does know of their relationship tho)

Sorry for so many word, its late an I'm rambling.

#flight rising #fr #fr dragon share #flight rising dragon share #dragon share #fr art #flight rising art #fr gijinka #flight rising gijinka #c: zygus #c: deimos #c: amaranth #cecil's lore #art

[frdailyquestions]

Share dragons who identify as Queer.

#flight rising #flightrising #fr #fr lore #fr lore questions #fr clan lore #fr dragon share #fr dragons

[buff-dunerunner]

it's Haunt!! he's a skeevy dude who won't give you his real name. who is this man?? we simply don't know

#hes finally getting art so i can shove him in my lore tab #(i do not let dragons in my lore tab without art and lore it is the law) #flight rising #draws #fr art share