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\Introduction/

 

Welcome to Dragon's Era! Here dragons live in groups, some with certain breeds, some mixed all together, 'young' and old. 

Humans don't live in this era, so Dragon's don't have much to worry about.

Except other dragon packs.

Some may be allies, some may be the evillest enemies.

You can choose your own path. And nothing can get in your way.

 

\Players/

 

The people who are role-playing with us~!

 

Loyalty Key:

0 = Banned

1 = Temporarily Banned

2 = Unverified Presence

3 = Verified Presence

4 = Trusted

5 = Loyalty

6 = Helper

7 = Moderator

8 = Lead Moderator

9 = Co-owner

10 = Lead Co-owner

11 = Owner

 

Loltears - 11

skwerl56767 - 3

Kazmirl - 2

 

 

/Rules\

 

1. Follow the original forum rules.

2. Don't take advantage of loopholes in rules. (a.k.a. use common sense.)

3. This is an RP, not a conversation topic. (In other words, don't start conversations that should be made in PM.)

4. Do not sign up to be anything but a dragon.

5. You can only have the max amount of dragons your rank allows.

6. Don't whine or complain!

7. Don't have bad grammar. (Bad example: hi i wanna sig up heres the info Good example: Hi I want to sign up please! Heres my information.)

8. Be fair. (You can only fatally hurt/kill a dragon with their permission!)

9. Follow all the rules. :)

 

\Dragon Max/

 

Below Noob/Verified = Banned/Temporarily Banned Dragons

Noob/Verified = 2 Dragons

Trusted/Loyalty = 3 Dragons

Helper/Moderator/Lead Moderator = 4 Dragons

Co-owner/Lead Co-owner = 5 Dragons (Acceptions for 6)

Owner = 15 Dragons (Just keep track of them all!)

 

\Sign-ups/

 

In order to be signed up, you must get (17) points. Required points may change, and Loltears may give you an acception.

 

If your making a dragon up:

 

Scroll Link:  (0/0 Points)

RP Example:  (0/10 Points + Commentary)

Dragon name:  (0/2 Points)

Dragon gender:  (0/1 Points)

Dragon origin:  (0/5 Points)

Dragon powers:  (0/10 Points)

Rough Explanation of dragon:  (0/50 Points)

Breed: (0/2 Points)

 

IF your dragon is one from Dragon cave:

 

Scroll Link:  (0/0 Points)

RP Example:  (0/10 Points + Commentary)

Dragon name:  (0/2 Points)

Dragon gender:  (0/1 Points)

Dragon origin:  (0/5 Points)

Dragon powers:  (0/10 Points)

Rough Explanation of dragon:  (0/50 Points)

Breed: (0/2 Points)

 

Direct Dragon link:

 

 

/Other\

 

If I missed anything, let me know!

 

Welcome to randomness. :)

 

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Did you know?

 

Did you know in this RP Lead Co-owners and Owners can make hybrid dragons?

 

Dragon types:

 

All Dragon Cave types

 

Smoothtail dragons (Helpers Gift)

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Only Helpers and up can use this!

 

/All Dragons\

 

RP Example:  Volcanic Ashes glanced around through the fog.

It was drizzling outside, making him feel uncomfortable.

He crawled further up the mountain to get closer to the bubbling lava chasm that opened up above.

 (7/10 Points + Commentary: Quite literate but sweet and short at the same time.)

Dragon name: Volcanic Ashes  (1/2 Points)

Dragon gender: Male (1/1 Points)

Dragon origin: Volcanic Ashes was one of the first dragons.

He was formed by constantly clashing little organisms inside the volcano.

They fused and became a living dragon. (4/5 Points)

Dragon powers: He can spit lava-hot fire, like most Smoothtail breeds. (4/10 Points)

Rough Explanation of dragon: Volcanic Ashes is a gigantic, muscled, leathery, black-footed male dragon.

Volcanic Ashes is unique since his tips are black, not dark grey like normal Smoothtail dragons. (10/50 Points)

Breed: Grey Smoothtail (2/2 Points)

Total Points: 22 PASSED

 

 

 Dragon name: Alias is Fang

   Dragon gender: Male

   Dragon origin: Fang is one of many dragons indoctrinated into a criminal mob far up in the northern ranges. This tribe consists of several bands of various outlaws who banded together to form their own mob, which they brand as a tribe to keep contention down between their neighbors. Unlike Tempest, who was taken as an egg and hatched in the mob, Fang was pressed into joining back when he was a very young hatchling, due to a combination of unfortunate circumstance causing his inability to take care of himself, plus his plain ignorance on what was truly good or bad.

   Dragon powers:
      -Can imbue a roar with magic to rally up the morale of those he targets
      -Can use ice magic to temporarily patch wounds and enforce his claws
      -Can use this same ice magic in minimal ways, such as freezing locks or clumping a foe's claws together
      -His most powerful spell is an ice beam that he spits out of his mouth; it packs more of a punch than it freezes, and is as short-lived as lightning

   Rough Explanation of dragon: Fang comes from a line of assertive, principled Tri-Horns, but the twisted raising the mob gave him constantly makes him question what few principles he has. It wears down on his confidence but he tries not to let it show. Preventing dragons from pushing him around is one way he copes with this, although it's notable that he's most lenient with Tempest. Part of this is because of his pride - his way of enforcing his false confidence - and yet it fails in recognition of Tempest's craftiness. After many times of swallowing his pride because of this, he has learned to view Tempest as a member of his "pack"; an artifact of his breed's tendencies, which the mob did not encourage during his raising. This makes Fang rather protective of Tempest even if he hasn't realized it yet.
   The mob that raised Fang ditches the real names of dragons in favor of more ambiguous aliases. Fang's alias came from his tendency as a hatchling to bite without provocation, which is yet another artifact of his breed: pugnacity. This habit has since been subdued to gritting his teeth or chewing on benign things like icicles, but it did earn him the position of a fighter in the mob, and he is sent out on raid missions as a bruiser to protect the thieves and other weaker members. Tempest became his partner in crime due to their personalities meshing well, even if Fang often has trouble wrapping his head around the Storm Dragon's complex ideas. His magic is extremely weak, as he uses it rarely, preferring to rely on strength and skill instead.

   Breed: DC Tri-Horn Wyvern. He has dark green paint splattered all over his scales to break up his natural coloration and make it confusing; effective for sneaking through the coniferous forests the mob hides its camp in.
   Dialogue color is Brown (#995500).

 

   Dragon name: Alias is Tempest

   Dragon gender: Male

   Dragon origin: Unlike Fang, Tempest was taken as an egg into the mob, where a resident... er, brooder, we'll call her - took care of him, along with many other mismatching eggs found by raid parties. Because of this, Tempest had less issues fitting in than Fang, and his more deliberate, thoughtful ways served him well in learning about others, and therefore how to behave around others. Tempest's lineage is unknown at the moment.

   Dragon powers:
      -Can condense moisture in the air to create dense fog
      -Can, with some difficulty, increase the humidity to enforce his storm-creation
      -Can summon a basic, localized hailstorm with some difficulty
      -Very skilled with wind magic but typically does not use it in excess
      -Has trouble with creating rain as he's used to the cold
      -Can form snow but usually does it to show off; he doesn't find it practical
      -Lightning takes extra magic to form; he doesn't practice it

   Rough Explanation of dragon: Tempest's tactful ways and observations have turned him into a very cunning dragon. Preferring tricks, speed, and knowledge, he has become a great thief, and an even greater silvertongue should he be caught. If his smooth talking ever fails him, he resorts to escape tactics that dazzle and bemuse dragons. He has no shortage of patience, unlike Fang, and having been raised in a mob with no rights for its members, he's used to swindling and being swindled. He has a firm mindset that everything can just be "borrowed", and there's always "the easy way" if you're smart enough to find it. He does have his breed's temper, but it is greatly suppressed under years of self-grooming to be more enduring than the other hot-headed members of the mob. He also pretends to be humble but thrives on praise.
   Tempest's alias comes from the powers he exhibits, although he tries to avoid using his magic reserves; he finds crunching down on mana crystals unpleasant. When he does use magic it's usually in a showy or obscuring way meant to cover his true intentions, such as an escape or to "prove" an outright lie. As such his skill lies in creating fog, and it takes more focus for him than most other Storm Dragons to create rain or lightning. He is relatively good at summoning hail as it makes a great escape coverup. He was partnered up with Fang due to him actually cracking the wyvern's abrasive attitude, and the latter was too dense to mind most of the circumlocution Tempest used. They proved to be quite an effective pair during raid missions, with Fang doing well to protect Tempest's frail body.

   Breed: DC Storm Dragon. He has dark paint on his face, giving him an eerie, jester- or masque-like appearance. The undersides of his wings have confounding, flashy patterns painted on them; enough to stun a target with a brief flare of them in any last-ditch efforts to escape.
   Dialogue color is Blue-grey (#779999).

 

Scroll Link:  https://dragcave.net/user/Kazmirl

RP Example:  Noxintine smiled at the small doe walking through the grassy field ahead of him. He stood up from where he was laying to get a better view of the animal, but as he stood his movement caused it to turn, and run off behind a nearby hill.

Dragon name:  Noxintine

Dragon gender:  Male

Dragon origin:  Noxintine's story began we he hatched in a cold, frosty mountain spring. For the first part of his life, He had met not one soul, as his parent had fled the area for an unknown reason, leaving their unhatched egg. The first other living creature he met, was a deer.

Dragon powers: Noxintine is an Undine Dragon, His power's come as the art of water bending, though any water that he manipulates feels as if it were almost going to turn to ice. Noxintine finds Ice magic to be easier than it's water counterpart, claiming the cold weather of the high mountains allowed him to practice it more easily.

Simplified meaning: 

> He can manipulate water as a Waterbender could.

> He can store water in his body and use this to help him "Materialize" Ice.

> A blessing from his parent's connection with the spirit of the spring allows Noxintine to occasionally do "Random" Element magic, but most is small unpracticed spells.

Rough Explanation of dragon:  Noxintine (as stated before) Lived the first part of his life, without contact from Any other beings. As he was growing, He lived off of the nutrient's coming from the mountain spring, absorbing the water into his body, replacing what food he would need. His first ever contact with life was a Deer, which he saw after teaching himself to fly, a process in which an accident cause his right wing to be torn slightly. Soon after reaching near maturity, Noxintine felt something he had never felt before. He was lonely. This feeling caused him to leave his mountain home, and go off in pursuit of finding peace.

Breed: (0/2 Points) DC Undine Dragon (Though more ice inclined from climate), His right wing is slightly damaged from a past incident.

Direct Dragon link: https://dragcave.net/view/tHFW2

 

 

Scroll Link: https://dragcave.net/user/Griffin_Lokison

RP Example:  The wind in his wings exhilarated Azriel as he flew through the air. He started to descend, much to his disappointment, but this was where he needed to be. He landed with a thud, then turned his head this way and that, trying to see if who he was meeting was there yet. "Hullo?" He called. "I've come with the information you needed." He walked forward, gazing through the trees and under bushes. There was no one, and the wyvern suddenly felt uneasy. He quickly opened his wings and took to the sky, circling overhead to try and see what had set him on edge. Still, he saw nothing. Maybe the Dragon he was to meet had bailed on him. Oh well, that was their problem. The secret information he held would just remain the secret it was. He was about to fly off when he saw a flash of scales. He swooped to get a better look and discovered another Dragon, but not the one he was there to meet. "Hullo?" He asked nervously as he landed a few feet away. "Who are you?"

Dragon name: Azriel Cresten ((has the alias of Armor of the Mind))

Dragon gender: Male

Dragon origin: Azriel hatched on a very windy day up in the mountains. Good thing he was in his mother's nest tucked in a protected niche or he would've blown away. He was raised in the treacherous weather of the highest mountains, becoming a strong flyer in turn. He also learned to use strong air magic and had plenty of wind to power it up. But his most prized ability is his intelligence and observant nature. There were ruins from ancient Dragon scholars on the mountain where he grew up, and he used all the books and scrolls there to learn all that he could. Now he lived there and says he will teach any seeking knowledge and says that what he will teach will protect one's mind from becoming weak willed and taken advantage of by those who seek your destruction. Thus his alias, Armor of the Mind.

Dragon powers: Azriel has powerful air magic, able to manipulate wind currents and use the wind to his advantage, like a weapon almost.

Rough Explanation of dragon: Azriel's dark blue scales glimmer like a gem in the sunlight, with his bronze markings and bronze crests standing out against the blue. His Amber eyes sometimes look like they are gazing straight into your mind and soul, drawing out information from you without you having to say anything. Though he is not telepathic or anything, he is extremely observant and can seem like a psychic.

Breed: Razorcrest Wyvern

Edited by loltears
Added Azriel Cresten

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   I have two characters I'd like to put in this. I'm presuming we post the forms here?

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   Dragon name: Alias is Fang

   Dragon gender: Male

   Dragon origin: Fang is one of many dragons indoctrinated into a criminal mob far up in the northern ranges. This tribe consists of several bands of various outlaws who banded together to form their own mob, which they brand as a tribe to keep contention down between their neighbors. Unlike Tempest, who was taken as an egg and hatched in the mob, Fang was pressed into joining back when he was a very young hatchling, due to a combination of unfortunate circumstance causing his inability to take care of himself, plus his plain ignorance on what was truly good or bad.

   Dragon powers:
      -Can imbue a roar with magic to rally up the morale of those he targets
      -Can use ice magic to temporarily patch wounds and enforce his claws
      -Can use this same ice magic in minimal ways, such as freezing locks or clumping a foe's claws together
      -His most powerful spell is an ice beam that he spits out of his mouth; it packs more of a punch than it freezes, and is as short-lived as lightning

   Rough Explanation of dragon: Fang comes from a line of assertive, principled Tri-Horns, but the twisted raising the mob gave him constantly makes him question what few principles he has. It wears down on his confidence but he tries not to let it show. Preventing dragons from pushing him around is one way he copes with this, although it's notable that he's most lenient with Tempest. Part of this is because of his pride - his way of enforcing his false confidence - and yet it fails in recognition of Tempest's craftiness. After many times of swallowing his pride because of this, he has learned to view Tempest as a member of his "pack"; an artifact of his breed's tendencies, which the mob did not encourage during his raising. This makes Fang rather protective of Tempest even if he hasn't realized it yet.
   The mob that raised Fang ditches the real names of dragons in favor of more ambiguous aliases. Fang's alias came from his tendency as a hatchling to bite without provocation, which is yet another artifact of his breed: pugnacity. This habit has since been subdued to gritting his teeth or chewing on benign things like icicles, but it did earn him the position of a fighter in the mob, and he is sent out on raid missions as a bruiser to protect the thieves and other weaker members. Tempest became his partner in crime due to their personalities meshing well, even if Fang often has trouble wrapping his head around the Storm Dragon's complex ideas. His magic is extremely weak, as he uses it rarely, preferring to rely on strength and skill instead.

   Breed: DC Tri-Horn Wyvern. He has dark green paint splattered all over his scales to break up his natural coloration and make it confusing; effective for sneaking through the coniferous forests the mob hides its camp in.
   Dialogue color is Brown (#995500).

 

   Dragon name: Alias is Tempest

   Dragon gender: Male

   Dragon origin: Unlike Fang, Tempest was taken as an egg into the mob, where a resident... er, brooder, we'll call her - took care of him, along with many other mismatching eggs found by raid parties. Because of this, Tempest had less issues fitting in than Fang, and his more deliberate, thoughtful ways served him well in learning about others, and therefore how to behave around others. Tempest's lineage is unknown at the moment.

   Dragon powers:
      -Can condense moisture in the air to create dense fog
      -Can, with some difficulty, increase the humidity to enforce his storm-creation
      -Can summon a basic, localized hailstorm with some difficulty
      -Very skilled with wind magic but typically does not use it in excess
      -Has trouble with creating rain as he's used to the cold
      -Can form snow but usually does it to show off; he doesn't find it practical
      -Lightning takes extra magic to form; he doesn't practice it

   Rough Explanation of dragon: Tempest's tactful ways and observations have turned him into a very cunning dragon. Preferring tricks, speed, and knowledge, he has become a great thief, and an even greater silvertongue should he be caught. If his smooth talking ever fails him, he resorts to escape tactics that dazzle and bemuse dragons. He has no shortage of patience, unlike Fang, and having been raised in a mob with no rights for its members, he's used to swindling and being swindled. He has a firm mindset that everything can just be "borrowed", and there's always "the easy way" if you're smart enough to find it. He does have his breed's temper, but it is greatly suppressed under years of self-grooming to be more enduring than the other hot-headed members of the mob. He also pretends to be humble but thrives on praise.
   Tempest's alias comes from the powers he exhibits, although he tries to avoid using his magic reserves; he finds crunching down on mana crystals unpleasant. When he does use magic it's usually in a showy or obscuring way meant to cover his true intentions, such as an escape or to "prove" an outright lie. As such his skill lies in creating fog, and it takes more focus for him than most other Storm Dragons to create rain or lightning. He is relatively good at summoning hail as it makes a great escape coverup. He was partnered up with Fang due to him actually cracking the wyvern's abrasive attitude, and the latter was too dense to mind most of the circumlocution Tempest used. They proved to be quite an effective pair during raid missions, with Fang doing well to protect Tempest's frail body.

   Breed: DC Storm Dragon. He has dark paint on his face, giving him an eerie, jester- or masque-like appearance. The undersides of his wings have confounding, flashy patterns painted on them; enough to stun a target with a brief flare of them in any last-ditch efforts to escape.
   Dialogue color is Blue-grey (#779999).

 

   I didn't include links to my scroll or the dragons since I don't own the dragons themselves. I've also excluded the RP examples since it's very late; I can edit them in tomorrow if they're needed!

   EDIT 9/7/18: I forgot to upload some art I made for them earlier, as a reference for their patterns! Boop.

   EDIT 2/12/19: updated the image's urls.

Edited by skwerl56767

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  A couple of Nilia pygmies darted through the fir trees as a large shadow passed overhead. Their startled chittering spooked a deer in the brush, which darted out in the open as the owner of the shadow came in for a landing. The large flying creature was too far from the deer to catch it, but noticed it; a second of hesitance saved the nimble animal as a blast of ice magic was spat in its wake, freezing the grass around it.
  “Don’t waste your magic, we might need it,” a grumble came from the wyvern’s left. He landed in the meadow with a huff, staring after the deer.
  “I’dit almost clocked my wing!” he muttered.
  “I told you not to cruise to a stop.”
  The wyvern snarled to himself and folded up his wings so he could walk on all fours, turning his head away from the gusts of wing next to him as his partner landed. The autumn air was cold enough; he didn’t need his nose chilled further. The other dragon landed more gracefully and folded up his thinner wings, sniffing the air.

  “I can’t smell them yet,” he reported, “but remain quiet. I don’t want another Harvest dragon sitting on me.”

  “Tih!” the wyvern snorted. The grey dragon shot him an annoyed look, but made no comment. “Any idea ‘ow many clicks out?”
  “We’re neither up- nor down-wind, so no,” his partner said.
  “ ‘Ow can you tell? Ain’t no wind.”
  “I’m a Storm dragon,” he said factually, the tip of his tail flicking. The green-painted Tri-Horn let out a grunt, uninterested in the derisive tone.

  “Just do yer fancy magic skiz,” he said, looking around the clearing, “before some’un sees us.”

  “Yes yes, I’m getting there,” the Storm huffed. He reared up and sat back on his haunches, then cupped his hands, focusing his magic. Slowly, a sort of magnetic force drew condensation from the autumn air in, and the space between his hands thickened and condensed further and further until it was an opaque, fluffy ball of grey, dripping with moisture. The Tri-Horn wyvern compacted his stance, ready to be chilled. The Storm raised up the ball, then blew on it gently, swirling the air around them.
 

  At first, a visible ribbon of fog wrapped around them, and then it began to expand, forming a nearly-seamless sphere as the Storm dragon blew away the last of the ball. The fog sphere was so thick that it appeared that they were standing in a vast, grey emptiness; then, the Storm opened his wings and clapped them.
  A thunderous boom! It sounded like a mighty tree fell, and the fog exploded outward, covering the entire meadow in a heavy veil, thick enough to obscure the treeline of firs and pines all around them. The Tri-Horn shivered at the sudden temperature drop and the wet droplets that splattered onto his scales, mumbling about how he hated being wet.

  “Oh relax, it’s just melted snow,” the Storm said, overhearing him. “At least our… providers, won’t see us coming now.”

  “Hate the rain! Hate it!” the Tri-Horn grumbled regardless. His partner rolled his eyes and came back on all fours.
  “Come on Fang, we shouldn’t be out too late,” he ushered, walking confidently ahead. The Tri-Horn roughly shook his head, flinging off the puddle that had pooled on his head from the initial blast.
  “Stupid mission… stupid rain…” he continued to grumble, quickly following the lithe dragon before he lost him in the similarly-colored fog.

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On 10/2/2018 at 4:35 AM, skwerl56767 said:

 

  “Oh relax, it’s just melted snow,” the Storm said, overhearing him. “At least our… providers, won’t see us coming now.”

  “Hate the rain! Hate it!” the Tri-Horn grumbled regardless. His partner rolled his eyes and came back on all fours.
  “Come on Fang, we shouldn’t be out too late,” he ushered, walking confidently ahead. The Tri-Horn roughly shook his head, flinging off the puddle that had pooled on his head from the initial blast.
  “Stupid mission… stupid rain…” he continued to grumble, quickly following the lithe dragon before he lost him in the similarly-colored fog.

Volcanic Ashes heard a large rustling noise from far away.

Rising up, he spat out some fire, stretching his wings. The rain was pouring down, soaking his scales.

He quickly lifted his wings and soared down the volcano, touching the lava. Elegantly he swooped back up, warm, and saving the warmth in his scales.

"Who thought it be good to wake up old me?" He snarled.

He shook himself, and launched himself into the air.

He quickly spotted a flash of dark blue, and swooped down to the ground.

Crouching low, he uncomfortably slid across the forest floor.

He was large for his age- but no bigger than a humans' van.

He realized quickly that the two were fighting.

He nearly scraped his wing against a fir, and fought down the urge to whimper.

Then he burst through the bushes to face two dragons.

"Who shall fight with a mighty dragon?" He snarled.

He scraped his claw against the ground, making a dip in the ground.

The two dragons stared up at him. Lost in thought! Easy dinner for me.

 

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   Both Fang and Tempest were surprised to suddenly see a large, grey dragon dropped from the sky in front of them. The former even flared his wings and hissed in a threat display, already eager to fight. Tempest deftly smacked him upside the head with his spaded tail though, making the Tri-Horn grunt and drop his stance.
   "Simpleton!" the Storm huffed. He then prepared to converse with this stranger, not losing a beat, and dipped his head cordially. "Greetings! Dreary weather today, isn't it? Please ignore my friend, he's a little tense from it." He added the last part a bit quieter with a jesting grin, like the strange dragon was a longtime friend of his. "We're not looking for a fight - no matter what this numbskull says," Tempest knuckled Fang's brow, and the wyvern growled and batted him away, "- but we are hunting for something. You haven't seen a colony of small, purple dragons nearby, by chance?"
   " 'Ow nice an' subtle..." Fang grumbled at him. Tempest ignored him, preoccupied with studying the stranger's body language. With how thick his own fog was, he was uncertain if the dragon was a Western or a Wingless Western, but the coloration was very close to his own. Yet, it looked about as comfortable in the rain as Fang, and it wasn't the right size or shape to be any dragon he knew.

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"You're tresspassing by being so close to my volcano." He snorted, ignoring their questions.

"I found a lil' purple wounded critter. Pitiful thing."

Then he narrowed his eyes.

 

"Why have you come here to the legends lands?" He said carefully, swishing his long tail through a rose bush.

He didn't even notice the thorns.

"You gotta have a better reason, or you'll be flying off with much more than a warning." He warned. 

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   Tempest furrowed his brow. Volcano? Since when? Legends lands? Why was this dragon threatening them over something as petty as a patch of dirt? The wounded creature he cared less about, since it would only benefit him and Fang.
   "We have come to do business with the 'purple critter'," the Storm said smoothly. "We've never heard of this place being referred to as the legend lands, just the base of a mountain range. Is there a commune you're part of that calls it that?" What an incredible benefit it would be to the tribe if he is! Tempest added silently to himself, Imagine the resources! The public face of an alliance! Maybe it'll finally shut up those Khusas that jeer at us on the range, spreading bad rep... The corner of his mouth twitched up at the thought. "Oh, and the purple one; where did you see him?"
   Fang simply stood by and let his partner do the talking. He puffed up his chest when the stranger's tail lashed through some thorns, taking the lack of notice as showing off. He wasn't going to let the bigger dragon think he was weak.

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Volcanic Ashes narrowed his eyes. "By killing it, surely?"

He eyed Storm.

"What commune? Are you serious right now?" He huffed.

"I am the oldest dragon you will ever get to see. You should honor me." He said.

His voice was low and seemed a bit edgy.

"That purple dragon, ran off someplace. I had too much pity in that stupid thing."

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   "Killing it?!" Tempest was genuinely horrified. "We would be killed if we did that!" Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, he mentally added, but Craul does NOT like losing his assets without good reason. He frowned at the thought of the tribe leader losing his temper again, and he became more uptight. "No, it's simply a barter. Like a job you don't have to commit to."

   "The question was whether or not you knew of one... I guess that's a no," he commented. He was getting a little testy with this dragon, but when Fang began to laugh at the dragon's claim to honor for age he smacked him again with his tail, more forcefully this time. The Tri-Horn snarled, but recognized that Tempest was just trying to keep up appearances. The Storm rolled his eyes, and he wasn't happy to learn that the older dragon didn't want to give any clues for where he saw the purple one. Ah, well... maybe it's not the right one. He deliberately left the dragon they're looking for ambiguous in hopes that the stranger would give them a decent clue regardless, yet it didn't seem to be working.
   "This purple pygmy, do you at least remember which way he went? East? West?" Tempest prompted, slipping in a hint about how the dragon was much smaller than them. There weren't many distinctly purple dragons that he knew of, and only two that were pygmies, so if the dragon this stranger saw was too big then it's the wrong one.

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Volcanic Ashes snorted. "I haven't known the direction for all my life."

"As I told you, I don't know."

Suddenly he opened his jaws and lifted his head, breathing out flames.

"If you stay here, you'll be nothing but ash." He said.

"Really, i'm too nice to you little dragons."

 

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If you'll have me

 

Scroll Link:  https://dragcave.net/user/Kazmirl

RP Example:  Noxintine smiled at the small doe walking through the grassy field ahead of him. He stood up from where he was laying to get a better view of the animal, but as he stood his movement caused it to turn, and run off behind a nearby hill.

Dragon name:  Noxintine

Dragon gender:  Male

Dragon origin:  Noxintine's story began we he hatched in a cold, frosty mountain spring. For the first part of his life, He had met not one soul, as his parent had fled the area for an unknown reason, leaving their unhatched egg. The first other living creature he met, was a deer.

 

Dragon powers: Noxintine is an Undine Dragon, His power's come as the art of water bending, though any water that he manipulates feels as if it were almost going to turn to ice. Noxintine finds Ice magic to be easier than it's water counterpart, claiming the cold weather of the high mountains allowed him to practice it more easily.

Simplified meaning: 

He can manipulate water as a Waterbender could.

> He can store water in his body and use this to help him "Materialize" Ice.

> A blessing from his parent's connection with the spirit of the spring allows Noxintine to occasionally do "Random" Element magic, but most is small unpracticed spells.

 

Rough Explanation of dragon:  Noxintine (as stated before) Lived the first part of his life, without contact from Any other beings. As he was growing, He lived off of the nutrient's coming from the mountain spring, absorbing the water into his body, replacing what food he would need. His first ever contact with life was a Deer, which he saw after teaching himself to fly, a process in which an accident cause his right wing to be torn slightly. Soon after reaching near maturity, Noxintine felt something he had never felt before. He was lonely. This feeling caused him to leave his mountain home, and go off in pursuit of finding peace.

 

Breed: (0/2 Points) DC Undine Dragon (Though more ice inclined from climate), His right wing is slightly damaged from a past incident.

 

Direct Dragon link: https://dragcave.net/view/tHFW2

Edited by Kazmirl
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   "Ye gotta be kiddin' me!" Fang snorted, barely disguising his laugh. This dragon didn't know cardinal directions? "Iz bed filled with fungus or somethin'?"
   "If he's an ancient, he probably uses celestial directions," Tempest murmured back.
   "Ain't that still up n' down, lef' an' right?"
   Tempest loudly cleared his throat, silencing his brutish partner; not that it mattered much, as the Tri-Horn hissed and spat at the stranger's warning. "Save your strength for a Howler or something!" Tempest berated.
   "If 'e wants a fight I'll - gah!" He was cut off by a deft whip from Tempest yet again, which he now countered by smacking him with his wing. Tempest let out a huff at the sharp impact on his nose.
   "We were not sent out to fight!" he argued, "You want half rations and a wing cuff again?!"
   "Craul didn't say nothin' about casualties!" Fang snarled back. Tempest's long tail lashed, his wings flared, although the brief spat had given him a nagging recognition that the fact this dragon is annoyed by them standing near his house meant that the purple dragon must have been the Mimic Pygmy they're looking for; why else would he pity it unless he either knew the dragon, or if its size was insignificant to him?
   "Very well then. We'll be on our way," Tempest answered the stranger, "and you can rest assured we're doing nothing but passing through. The purple dragon would have no doubt left as well."
   With that, he turned and casually walked off toward the treeline, tapping Fang now and then to make sure the Tri-Horn was following, albeit sulking that Tempest didn't allow him to fight; but he figured the smarter dragon knew something he didn't, anyway.

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Volcanic Ashes suddenly charged towards them, raising his wings. He looked much bigger now.

"Every dragon that comes by cannot go without my permission." He snarled, fire flickering at the edges of his slightly open mouth.

He quickly shut his mouth. "I will not kill you, not hurt you. But you must not leave now."

In slight satisfaction, he added a little something to the mix. "Or i'll scorch you into ashes."

Seeing the faces on the tiny little dragons satisfied him more.

"You are not my maid. Also, I don't eat for months. It wasn't feeding time, I was awoken. If you wanna know where it went..." 

He lowered his head to the ground, looking at tiny bunches of footprints. Finally he raised his head. "...that way." He finished, twitching his wing in that direction.

 He quickly caught the startled looks of the little dragons. Staring at them thoughtfully, he waited for them to follow the way he pointed, and was ready to follow.

 

 

Noxintine is accepted and has been added to the board!

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   Tempest sighed and rolled his eyes at the charge while Fang growled and arched his back like a cat. "Well, then what do you want us to do, then?" he asked the dragon in exasperation, turning to face it. Fang kept his back to him, spines flared, only looking over his shoulder at the Storm. Tempest then sat down at the threat, curling his tail over his paws and retaining his cynical expression, replying with a terse, "That won't be necessary."
   Fang's scowl turned to confusion at the mention of a maid. Tempest wasn't sure how to respond, exchanging looks with him. Ask the dragon if he had a maid? Tell him they weren't here to do lair cleaning? Ask for the maid's cave location??
   Luckily the ancient didn't linger on it, returning to the topic of the Mimic Pygmy and examining the ground. Tempest stood back up, his interest reigniting.
   The ancient looked back up, then twitched his wing, referring to the west. The Storm Dragon's face lit up happily.
   "Oh good! You do remember where it went!" He became much more amiable, keeping it to himself that the duo had indeed landed in the right spot, they were just late on timing. "Thank you sir." He turned to leave, but then decided to add, "Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, do you have a name? My friend and I are part of a large group of dragons, and it would be good for them to know that you're out here so we don't bother you again." Tempest motioned with his tail for Fang to come with, and the grumpy Tri-Horn went back to frowning, walking up to his side. He wasn't a fan of this immense dragon, but what could he do? Tempest has made some incredible alliances in the past, which was the only reason they could fly out here without being marauded. Dragons sure were touchy out here...

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  Noxintine opened his eyes under the water of the pond. He looked around at the various moss and other flora growing at the bottom.

His breathe in deeply letting out a sigh of relief, continuing his swim back up towards the surface. The Undine Dragon moved to land and gave a quick sentry of the area. "That was needed..." He spoke aloud to himself, his scales absorbing the rest of the water dripping from him. 

  In the distant horizon was a large glowing mountain, unlike anything that Noxintine had seen on his journey from his own mountain home.

"I suppose if there was a better waypoint, it would have made itself apparent by now, time to hit the road." His statement making him smile, he began his path to the Glowing mountain top.

(These will get longer as time goes on, I'm just now getting back into roleplaying.)

 

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"I'm Volcanic Ashes." He grunted, his eyes narrowing.

"Are you gonna move? You got whatcha wanted, didn't ya'?"

He swerved his wing into a tree, and muttered, then leaped behind him and bit the tree.

The tree croaked with protest at his actions, and he let go, before huffing flames into the leaves.

The leaves shriveled and turned into ash.

"Dumb lil' trees." He hissed. His nostrils were smoking, and he opened his mouth, the smooth licking of flames growing inside.

Then he launched some kind of fireball that hit the tree, knocking it over, which rattled the ground. 

Fury still spiked him, and he launched another. That left him gasping for breath, but he recovered quickly.

"Nature never did nothin'!" He suddenly seemed more... folk-like, by the way he was choosing his words.

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A freezing, mountain wind bowled as it passed through the skeleton of the Dragon fortress. Azriel was looking high and low for something, something he found very important to his studies. Yes, he'd read just about every single book and scroll there, but there were still much to learn. The Razorcrest Wyvern was starting to grow frustrated, growls and grunts escaping him as he searched. Finally, he stamped his foot, nostrils flaring. He had had that scroll earlier, when a couple mimics came by claiming to be lost and cold. Now it was missing.

 

He had known they were up to no good. No Dragon who was practically forest bound would get lost on such a high mountain. He was much too kind. Yet, they weren't misfits, so why steal from him? 

 

He marched out of his sanctuary into the swirling snow and his crests flared as he blinked his eyes to keep the flakes out of them. "Forcing me out on a day like this. The nerve," he grumbled as he slowly opened his wings while crouching low to the ground. He launched himself into the air where the torrential wind started throwing him around. He extended his powers to calm the air around him, but even then it was a struggle. His kind were powerful airbenders, but this wind proved stubborn to bending. 

 

He tucked his wings close to his body and dove downwards. In the lower elevation, it wasn't quite as windy, so he was able to stop using his magic and fly smoothly. His eyes scanned the smaller mountains below, and even caught the eerie glow of the volcano that Azriel had read in books that an ancient dwelled there. He wished to meet him someday, even though it was warned that the ancient was highly territorial. Finally, Azriel was flying out of the mountains and down into the foothills, but he was quick to see something was amiss. 

 

Fog as thick as some of the largest volumes of books back at Azriel's fortress filled the valley beneath the huge mountains. The forested valley was expected to have some poor weather, but the blue and bronze Wyvern had never seen fog so thick. He cautiously went in for a landing, pumping his wings a bit harder to clear enough of the fog to make sure he wouldn't crash into a tree. He landed with a soft thud. He tried to peer through the thick fog.

 

((Imagine Azriel's voice having a British accent. That's what I'm imagining))

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On 1/11/2019 at 6:39 PM, Griffin_Lokison said:

A freezing, mountain wind bowled as it passed through the skeleton of the Dragon fortress. Azriel was looking high and low for something, something he found very important to his studies. Yes, he'd read just about every single book and scroll there, but there were still much to learn. The Razorcrest Wyvern was starting to grow frustrated, growls and grunts escaping him as he searched. Finally, he stamped his foot, nostrils flaring. He had had that scroll earlier, when a couple mimics came by claiming to be lost and cold. Now it was missing.

 

He had known they were up to no good. No Dragon who was practically forest bound would get lost on such a high mountain. He was much too kind. Yet, they weren't misfits, so why steal from him? 

 

He marched out of his sanctuary into the swirling snow and his crests flared as he blinked his eyes to keep the flakes out of them. "Forcing me out on a day like this. The nerve," he grumbled as he slowly opened his wings while crouching low to the ground. He launched himself into the air where the torrential wind started throwing him around. He extended his powers to calm the air around him, but even then it was a struggle. His kind were powerful airbenders, but this wind proved stubborn to bending. 

 

He tucked his wings close to his body and dove downwards. In the lower elevation, it wasn't quite as windy, so he was able to stop using his magic and fly smoothly. His eyes scanned the smaller mountains below, and even caught the eerie glow of the volcano that Azriel had read in books that an ancient dwelled there. He wished to meet him someday, even though it was warned that the ancient was highly territorial. Finally, Azriel was flying out of the mountains and down into the foothills, but he was quick to see something was amiss. 

 

Fog as thick as some of the largest volumes of books back at Azriel's fortress filled the valley beneath the huge mountains. The forested valley was expected to have some poor weather, but the blue and bronze Wyvern had never seen fog so thick. He cautiously went in for a landing, pumping his wings a bit harder to clear enough of the fog to make sure he wouldn't crash into a tree. He landed with a soft thud. He tried to peer through the thick fog.

 

((Imagine Azriel's voice having a British accent. That's what I'm imagining))

 

Sighing, the old dragon raised his head and huffed out loud, nearly lighting a trees' leaves on fire, before moving towards a small clearing, just barely big enough for him to raise his wings. He flapped his wings and soared into the air, heading towards his volcano, high in the sky. "It's fairly windy out here." He muttered, before speeding up, eager to get to his warm volcano. For other dragons it must be just fine, but he preferred the comfortable heat from the volcano's lava. It's a fairly inactive one, only erupting every century or so, but the lava's heat was soothing, and near the top of the volcano, when he was a young dragon, his mate's eggs incubated well. He finally reached the bottom of his volcano, grumbling still, and stared up at it.

 

Preparing himself for the steep flight uphill, he raised his wings high, then flew himself up the volcano with a large burst of speed. He opened his mouth and formed a hot lava ball in his mouth, keeping it there to generate warmth, since the flight uphill was cold and he felt a little weak. He reached the top and released the lava ball, and it flew into the lava chasm, bubbling with protest. Volcanic Ashes gasped for a little while, regaining his energy. He was warm, but still colder than he likes to be. He stared downwards, the grabbed a rock.

 

He grabbed the rock, flew about halfway to the lava, went to the wall flying steadily, and gave it a small fire blast. It cooled down quickly, but with enough time for him to insert the rock. Satisfied, he grabbed another and another. "It is complete." He gazed at it with satisfaction, then he flew over to it, pressing himself against the warm stones. He had made a ledge for himself to sit or lay on, and he loved it's comfort. "Now I can sleep for a while." He murmured. "Without interruptions, perhaps?" "No....no dragon would want to interrupt their dear eldest dragon." He thought in satisfaction. Flipping around with his back to the stones, he shot small bits of fire into the air, which came showering down in some sort of heat wave. He grumbled in delight, stretching.

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   ((Sorry for the long wait; a train of real life things came up and I ended up neglecting the forums. I hope no one was waiting on me.))

   Tempest made a small smile. "Volcanic Ashes. That's a name I can remember." He watched the elder dragon work out his frustration on a tree, then sigh and leave. Tempest gave him a wave with his tail, not keen on taking up any more of the dragon's time. He must have had a long and arduous life, to be so temperamental, he thought to himself.

   "We better be done 'ere," Fang grumbled under his breath. Tempest huffed, looking back at the Tri-Horn.

   "You need to learn a speck of diplomacy," he scolded him, "having an entire Ancient on our side is a huge asset!"

   "Asset? You see 'im light up that tree?"

   "Exactly! And remember, I do the talking. So what you think doesn't matter." Tempest pursed his dragon maw and strutted out in front of Fang, back to leading the way through the fog. Fang hacked out an insult behind his back before following. "What was that?"

   "Somethin' in mah throat," Fang muttered. Tempest just aimed his scowl straight ahead, ignoring the obvious mockery in his companion's tone. It would be worthwhile to report the existence of this Ancient to Craul once they returned with the goods. Chances were good he was going to be sent back to try and form ties between him and the tribe, but it was nothing he hadn't tackled before... well, excepting the fact that Volcanic Ashes was huge, aged, and had a temper. He hadn't tackled all three at once before.

   Just consider it a new experience, he told himself. You're the one to make bargains; you don't have to worry about any fights that come from them; just what Craul might do. Now focus on finding that pygmy! You're already going to be late.
   With both dragons being self-absorbed, neither of them gave much thought to the soft thud farther out in the fog, thinking it was just some deer running away or a bough from the tree Volcanic Ashes torched falling to the ground.

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Volcanic Ashes sighed. He would sure love to take a nap, but he would have to make sure the trespassers left. He raised his wings once more and soared towards the location that came before, feeling the coldness that hit him, although the rain was lower down so he didn't feel it.

 

He looked down and watched the pair of young dragons tumble out of the territory, kind of amused they were arguing. He flinched when one looked up. "Greeat. More talking for me." He grumbled, wishing he had just napped in the first place.

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