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  • The year is 5,050 AS. In the city of Sleekwillow, a celebrity, a royal, an assassin, a flamesilk, and a hybrid walk into a bar.

    You each were approached by a hooded NightWing, who offered you a white opal with an odd symbol carved into it. At the end of your night, as you left the bar, the symbol on the stone began to glow in the starlight. With that, your vision whited out.

    Now you awake in a valley at dawn. The mountains around you seem… oddly familiar…

    Welcome to a land of gods and goddesses, of newly settled tribes, and a far different time.

    Welcome to Pyrrhia just after the Scorching.

    HERE’S THE LOWDOWN!

        This follows a headcanon of the way the tribes were when they first formed. They worshipped gods, had much stricter systems, basically what you think of when someone says ‘ancient civilization.’

        You and your character’s will know nothing unless I tell you or they figure it out.

        Rules are the standard for RPs.

    CHARACTERS!

    Characters of the Present

    The Celebrity - Promisekeeper of the NightWings (Kadachi)

    The Royal - Prince Terrain of the SandWings (Drawkill)

    The Assassin - Ricin of the RainWings (SaltyShaker)

    The Flamesilk - Flametip of the SilkWings (Lacey)

    The Hybrid - Agate of the Sand and SkyWings (Pastrami)

    Characters of the Past

    Andesine of the SkyWings (Drawkill)

    TBA!

    FORM!

    Name:

    Gender:

    Tribe:

    Page (OPTIONAL):

    Role:

    Desc:

    Any other notes?:

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      Name: Agate

      Gender: m

      Tribe: Sand/Sky

      Page(OPTIONAL): and i oop—

      Role: The Hybrid

      Desc: ref, but much taller and quite grumpy

      Any other notes?: this guy needs sleep. that’s just a fact.

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    • PinkRose06
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    • Agate is accepted!

      And in this case, self-proclaimed royalty doesn't count as royalty. Others could still treat them like royalty, but they wouldn't technically be royal.

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    • In case your curious, Prince Terrain has a page! For the purposes of this RP, however, he's older.

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    • FORM!

      Name: Ricin

      Gender: Male

      Tribe: RainWing, with a bit of tribal mixing.

      Page (OPTIONAL): oop-

      Role: Assassin

      Desc: Ricin is scarily good at disguises. It is easy for him to exactly match scale color as well as morph his body to better match his intended dragon. He is medium height, but built thin and lithely. His scales generally are doing a disguise or camouflage, and he is very sure to squash feelings. Ricin is muscular, but not particularly so. He is very good at balancing. Both his ears are pierced.

      Any other notes?: Cocky, arrogant, flirtatious. Ricin is also an amazing dancer and gymnast, and assassinates with poison or with knifes.

      //sees RP by Drawkill// //dabs and yeets//

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    • Name: Tidal wave

      Gender: male

      Tribe:  Seawing

      Page (OPTIONAL):

      Role:  da asssassian

      Desc: dark blue scales withlight green underscales. he is quite generic otherwise

      Any other notes? he uses alot of weapons

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    • Name: Promisekeeper

      Gender: Female

      Tribe: NightWing

      Page: Promisekeeper

      Role: The Celebrity

      Description: See page (I guess this'll be before she became a ghost)

      Any other notes?: Like I said before, this'll take place before she dies and becomes a ghost.

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    • Promisekeeper is accepted!

      Uuh... I think I'll take Ricin, since he was posted first, sorry.

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    • alright. i accept your desicion

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    • TidalWavetheseawing425 wrote:
      alright. i accept your desicion

      Thank you. Your welcome to make the flamesilk if you'd like!

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    • Can I reserve the flamesilk? If I can do that

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    • Sure!

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    • Edit: I can make the form rn

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    • Name: Flametip

      Gender: Female

      Tribe: SilkWing

      Role: Flamesilk

      Desc: Picture

      Other: Uses her flamesilk wayyyy too much.
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    • Accepted! This means we can start if everyone's good with that!

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    • That’s cool with me!

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    • Cool beans.

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    • (Alright!)

      Terrain may have been blind, but he knew when something was wrong.

      He felt air warmer than the night's breeze. Instead of cobblestone, soft grass was spread under his talons. The scents of street food and drinks were gone, replaced with clean mountain air.

      He gently lifted his head from where he lay, perking his ears as he noticed there were other dragons with him.

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    • Flametip held the cold, smooth stone in her talons, still staring at it. The cold breeze of the night had been replaced with warmer, almost friendlier air. Another breeze played across her face, and she snapped her head up.

      Around her were other dragons, but she didn’t pay attention to them. Unconsciously, she let a small tendril of flamesilk escape her wrists. She grabbed it and wrapped it around her talons.

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    • Promisekeeper's bones ached as she struggled to move her body from her uncomfortable position on the ground. She could feel the presence of other dragons around her, but she dared not to question it as she was dealing with her own problems. She managed to keep her cool, but she couldn't help but feel the suppressed pain of dread in her head.

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    • Terrain slowly turned his head. He couldn't see the other dragons, but he could tell there were... four?

      He tilted his head back, tasting the air. He could smell fruit trees. Plums, if he was right.

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    • Agate opened his eyes, and looked around, only moving his eyes. An all-too-familiar feeling of dread washed over him as he noticed the severe lack of house around him. Fantastic. He thought, squeezing his eyes shut once again. Simply fantastic.

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    • Terrain sat up, and shook out his wings. He turned to where he could sense a dragon. (Agate, maybe?)

      "Hello?"

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    • Agate opened his eyes, hearing a dragon speak. “What do you want?” He asked rather loudly.

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    • promisekeeper's ears perked up at the sound of dragon's around her talking. She decided to stay to the ground and listen to them.

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    • "Erm..." Terrain's milky white gaze settled on the hybrid. He cleared his throat.

      "Greetings... you and I, and the others here, seem to be in similar situations. Were you given a carved stone the other night? And woke up here?"

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    • Ricin hissed, standing up slowly and touching his snout. He quickly took on the disguise of a younger SandWing, curling hisntwil around to resemble the barb.

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    • “Sure.” Agate replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home. You can have this marble back.” He rolled the stone he had been holding over to Terrain and stood up, expecting to see towns in the distance. However, the rolling mountains were barren.

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    • Terrain fumbled when he felt the stone bounce off his claws. He lifted his head. He couldn't see, but from the lack of wingbeats, something was up.

      "Let's hope we can find someone to point us in a direction. I need to get back to Mother's palace soon." He thought outloud.

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    • Ricin yawned. Oh, other dragons. How annoying. He looked around for civilization, and, seeing none, yawned again.

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    • Flametip looked around at the barren landscape, her brow furrowed. The glanced at the other four dragons next to her quickly but otherwise ignored them. She scanned the horizon, searching for a familiar landmark.

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    • Terrain snapped his head around, ears perked. His white eyes, to the others, were focused on empty sky... at least, it was empty until a speck of red appeared among the clouds.

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    • Flametip continued to watch the bright blue sky, totally confused. What had happened to her nice midnight walk under the stars? Now she was in some rural part of Pyrhhia with four other random dragons. Great.

      She didn't notice when a red dot appeared suddenly on the horizon.

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    • Promisekeeper finally sat up as she stretched, taking in the sights around her. She observed the other dragons around her confused about how they could have been in the same situation as her.

      However, for once in her life, she enjoyed the calm environment instead of being surrounded by paparazzis and being constantly interviewed. It was a nice change.

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    • Terrain focused. He could hear distant wingbeats.

      The dragon appeared to be a male SkyWing. As he neared, and slowly dipped down to see them better, the wild boar in his claws came into view. Terrain could faintly smell the coppery scent of prey blood.

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    • Ricin frowned at the appearance of a large SkyWing. The RainWing didn’t let the surprise ruin his disguise, though.

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    • Terrain lowered his head as the dragon landed.

      "Mind explaining who you are?" The SkyWing asked, with a oddly thick accent. He scanned the dragons before him, eyes narrowed.

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    • "The name's Promisekeeper." The deep purple NightWing nodded curtly as a greeting, sweeping her tail over her talons.

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    • “This is one sick joke.” Agate scoffed. “Listen, guys. It’s been mildly tolerable, but I’ve gotta get to work. My boss is going to fire me. Anybody know which way Possibility is?”

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    • "Wherever we are, it's impossible to tell where Possibility could be." Promisekeeper replied to Agate, turning to face them. In all honesty, this situation was more than normal. After being used to going to way too many private parties and waking up the next morning in the most unusual of places, this was completely commonplace.

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    • Flametip walked forward, bowing slightly.

      "Uh, my name's Flametip. And you are?" She tilted her head slightly. The SkyWing's accent wasn't like anything she had ever heard before.

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    • Ricin didn’t respond, pretending to be nervous. It was easy for him to slip into character.

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    • Terrain coughed lightly.

      "My name is Terrain." He replied in the direction of the new dragon's voice. The SkyWing tilted his head.

      "Possibility..? Haven't heard of it. Does it go by any other names? Perhaps I have heard it referred to by another name." He turned to Flametip, then paused, eyes widening.

      "You have four wings."

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    • Flametip laughed, thinking that the SkyWing was joking.

      “Yeah. It’s a SilkWing thing.”

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    • The SkyWing just stared.

      "SilkWing? Are you similar to the High Three? They also have four wings." He had left the boar on the grass and was instead inspecting Flametip's wings.

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    • Flametip’s smile slowly slide off of her face. Had this dragon really never seen a SilkWing? And what I’m the world we’re the “High Three?”

      “Uh, are you talking about SilkWings, LeafWings, and HiveWings?”

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    • The SkyWing looked up.

      "No? I mean the High Three. High Priestess Blessing, High Prophet Dream, and Arch Master Guardian!"

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    • He must be living under a rock... Promisekeeper kept the words to herself, trying her best not to be rude. 

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    • Flametip stifled a giggle. This dragon was really clueless. Although, it wasnt often, she sometimes met dragons who hadn’t seen a Pantalan dragon before.

      “Well, I’m not sure about being similar to the High Three. But, I’m a SilkWing, from the Lost Continent.” She said in a voice that had a learned by heart sound to it.

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    • The SkyWing still looked blank, like nothing she said was ringing any bells. After a moment, he straightened his posture.

      "Well, my name is Andesine. I'm from the town of Falcon Fire."

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    • Sighing, Flametip extended a talon.

      “Nice to meet you Andesine.”

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    • "The pleasure is mine. Where are... you all from?" Andesine asked, glancing around.


      Terrain was silent, thinking. High Priestess? Like, for gods? I don't think anyone worships any gods anymore. Is this place just really cut off? Did we get teleported to some isolated island? And how had this Andesine never heard of a SilkWing?

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    • Flametip glanced at the other dragons around her for the first time. There were four others, all of them different tribes. She made a mental note of the others, then turned back to Andesine.

      “Well, I’m technically from Pantala. But for now, let’s just say I’m not from around here.”

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    • Terrain lifted his head.

      "I am... from the Sand Kingdom." He left out the part about being a prince. He would mention that if it became important.

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    • "I come from the Rainforest, though I do travel often." Promisekeeper answered.

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    • Andesine nodded.

      "Ah. You are all rather far from home? Are you... lost? You could always come back to Falcon Fire if you need anything." He offered. His eyes slid to Agate, and a surprising look flickered across his snout.

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    • “What are you looking at?” Agate hissed after noticing Andesine looking at him funny. He was more concerned about getting to work on time than anything else that was going on, but of course, that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

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    • Andesine glanced away with a mumble.

      "I was not aware of any place that allowed half-breeds..."

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    • Flametip shrugged, Andesine could have weird views about hybrids, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to know why she had suddenly been teleported to some random part of Pyrhhia.

      “Anyway. You said something about bringing us to Falcon Fire? That would be nice.”

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    • Andesine nodded.

      "Your all welcome to come with me. Or go on your own." He shrugged, picking his boar back up. Then the sky dragon shot back up into the dawn sky.


      Terrain uncertainly took off. Trying to follow Andesine's wingbeats. But his flight was clearly unsteady.

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    • Promisekeeper was quick to follow them, deciding that it was for the better to seek some knowledge of what she had gotten herself into.

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    • Flaring her wings, Fkametip took off after Andesine. She shot past him, doing a flip. The faster she got to Falcon Fire, the quicker she could get back home.

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    • Andesine led them along with a somewhat long flight. About half an hour. All the while, they saw no signs of any kind of settlement.

      Then he began to descend towards a gaping ravine between two mountains. All along the walls of the ravine were wooden paths and homes carved into the stone. Andesine landed on the top edge of the ravine. He motioned to the small settlement in the crevasse.

      "Welcome to Falcon Fire."

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    • Flametip hovered in midair for a second, looking at the small town below them. It looked...different. Unlike any town she had seen on Pyrhhia before. She couldn’t quite place her talon on why it looked so different. She found a good place to land, and dived down to the uneven ground.

      She landed with a thump, and flared her wings for balance.

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    • Ricin kept quite, keeping the SandWing disguise as he flapped after the SkyWing. He looked around the town. It looked...primitive, and he didn’t like the feel it gave off.

      He made his voice squeaky. “Excuse me. Where is the palace?”

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    • Promisekeeper's eyes widened at the sight of the city. The architecture was like nothing she has seen before, and it was honestly quite stunning. "What a marvelous place, how have I not heard of it before?" She exclaimed in awe. I probably could have arranged a show here, too...

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    • Andesine chuckled at Promisekeeper's words.

      "We're rather small. It's really no surprise you've never heard of us." 

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    • Ricin was rather annoyed by the fact that he was ignored. “Sir?” He asked squeakily, flicking his tail. “Where is the palace?” He repeated.

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    • Andesine blinked.

      "The queen's palace? Quite far away- we're practically on the other side of the kingdom." He motioned north-east with his wing.

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    • “Oh. Um, well I need to get back to the Sand Kingdom, you know? Mother will be worried.” He squeaked, hating the fake voice he has to imitate. He curled his tail closer, perfecting the disguise of a barb on his tail.

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    • Flametip ignored the conversation going on between Andesine and some other dragon. Instead, she was admiring the buildings and dragons around her, occasionally going “oooh.”

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    • Terrain landed with an unsteady thud.

      "You and I are in the same boat, then." He said to Ricin. "I also need to get home." His blind, milky white gaze was settled only in Ricin general direction.

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    • “Yeah.” Ricin replied, thinking of a good, generic SandWing name to call himself.

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    • "My name is Terrain, by the way. You are?"

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    • “I’m Fennec..” Ricin said, lie sliding out easily.

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    • "A pleasure to meet you, Fennec."


      Andesine started down one of the wooden paths.

      "It would probably be best to take you to Lord Cinder. He lives there." Andesine indicated a house at the far end of the ravine. It was one of the largest in the town and had vines growing around the windows.

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    • “You too..” he replied, fake tremor in his voice. He trotted after the SkyWing, frowning. “Okay. Maybe he can help us...”

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    • Flametip followed the SkyWing, still admiring the scenery. She occasionally got odd looks from other dragons, but nothing else. This town wasn’t like any she had seen before. Looking down to the end of the ravine, she saw an ornate house which was covered in vines. It looked a great deal bigger then the rest.

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    • Everybody here looks kinda shifty. Agate thought, squinting at the townsfolk as he trudged behind the others. Or maybe it’s just me. I don’t care either way, getting home takes priority over any other matter.

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    • Andesine led them up to the door and rapped on it. He glanced back, surveying the looks the other SkyWings were giving the newcomers.

      Flametip was getting surprised, sometimes respectful looks. Agate was getting glares of distaste. The others were just getting average curiosity.

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    • Promisekeeper was usually used to eyes staring her down, but she couldn't help but subtly shiver as some dragons gazed at her.

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    • Flametip enjoyed the sometimes respectful looks the dragons the street gave her. Although she didn't know why yet, it felt good. She titled her wings back a bit, making the light reflect off of the shiny scales.

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    • There was a rustled before the door swung open.

      A tall male SkyWing stood in the doorway. His scales were the color of fire, with a few freckles of pale red on his talons. Around his shoulders was a bearskin capelet. His peach-colored eyes settled on Andesine, then flicked up to the others.


      Terrain had sat down, tucking his tail around so no one accidentally stepped on it. He perked his head at the squeak of a door.

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    • Ricin frowned at the dragon. He looked important. He killed a lot of important people..

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    • As the SkyWing walked out of the door, Flametip perked her ears up, looking at the new figure. His scales looked like what she had imagined SkyWings like, flame-colored scales and tall bodies. she looked up at him, not saying anything yet.

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    • The new SkyWing, assumedly Lord Cinder, wrinkled his nose at Agate, kept a calm gaze across the others, and then saw Flametip. He murmured softly, before giving her a head dip.

      "Greetings." He also had the thick accent that Andesine had, but he was a bit clearer.

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    • Flametip acknowledged him with a slight nod.

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    • Ricin meekly nodded.

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    • Promisekeeper lowered her head in a partial bow.

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    • "What's this all about, Andesine?" Cinder asked, arching an eyebrow.

      "They generally got put far off from where they need to be, I believe." Andesine gestured to Flametip, giving Cinder a questioning expression.

      "Ah, I see." Cinder surveyed them. "If you need, we can help you get back on your way."

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    • Flametip blinked greatfully at Cinder

      “That would be much appreciated, thank you!”

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    • Cinder nodded.

      "What do you need? Food? Map?"


      Terrain lowered his head, only half listening. Lord Cinder. Why lord? Is he noble? Why would a noble be in a small town like this?

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    • Flametip didn’t quite care what “Lord Cinder” was doing in such a beat up town. What she wanted was to get back to Sleekwillow and enjoy that rest of her day.

      “A map would be nice. And I wouldn’t say no to some food if you have any.”

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    • "Of course." Cinder dipped his head. 'This way. Andesine, carry on."

      With that, the Lord turned and swept back into his house, beckoning them.

      Terrain stood and carefully scooted after his talonsteps.

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    • Flametip trotted along beside him, a slight grin on her face. This little adventure had lasted much too long in her opinion.

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    • (Anyone know where I can get a blank version of the Pyrrhia map?)

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    • is this what you mean?))
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    • (Hmmm I don’t, But I could try to make one?)

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    • (Sure Lacey. I wanted to make one so we had a visual for the difference between the past and present.)

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    • (Eh, it works. We'll just say maps in the past were less detailed.)

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    • "Spare map, spare map... ah, here." Cinder turned around and rolled a map out on a table. "Apologies if it's hard to read, I don't have the best handwriting." He flashes a grin.

      DotP MAP
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    • (Oooh NightWings Don’t exist?)

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    • (I couldn't find a blank version of the Darkstalker Map. I'm just gonna say that the tides around there receded, the NightWings build their kingdom, and then the tides rose again.)

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    • (👌🏼)

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    • Coolio))

      Ricin scrunched up his snout. “I don’t know..any of those towns.” He said, confused.

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    • Flametip looked dumbfounded at the map.

      “I-is this a joke? Where’s the real map?” She said, uncertainly.

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    • (OOF I completely forgot to add the NightWing palace.

      Let's just say it on the peninsula???)

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    • (K!)

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    • Terrain shuffled uncomfortably. None of the others seemed to have noticed he was blind, and he didn't want to intrude. Best to stay quiet.

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    • Laceyrocks7 wrote:
      Flametip looked dumbfounded at the map.

      “I-is this a joke? Where’s the real map?” She said, uncertainly.

      Cinder blinked, looking slightly hurt.

      "Well, this is a little old. I copied it off a map in Pheonix last time I visited there."

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    • “I haven’t ever heard of any of these towns.” Ricin repeated, annoyed. “This..isn’t some cruel joke, right?”

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    • "Of course not! Your sure you've never heard of them? You've at least heard of the High Temple, right?" Cinder asked, brow furrowing.


      Terrain was hit with an idea. He still had the stone he had been given the night before. He ran a claw over the carving again- it was something in particular.

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    • “No?” Ricin said, confused.

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    • Cinder blinked, looking confused, before tapping the mark on the Jade Mountain.

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    • .bump.

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    • (hellooooo?)

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    • Drawkill Dragon wrote: "Of course not! Your sure you've never heard of them? You've at least heard of the High Temple, right?" Cinder asked, brow furrowing.


      Terrain was hit with an idea. He still had the stone he had been given the night before. He ran a claw over the carving again- it was something in particular.

      Flametip shook her head, a dazed look on her face.

      “No...I haven’t actually.”

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