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“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend.”
― Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds

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SpartanAmethyst ☆ Callan ☆ Male / he / him ☆ Magi ☆ True age unknown
Featuring Tundra and her companion.

W H E R E D O W E G O W H E N W E D I E ?

It was the Dawn of Winter when they sent for him.

The impending cold was unbelievably early this year, killing the harvest crops before they were reaped and driving the prey herds much farther south than the clan hunters could keep up with. It was so sudden and severe that it put dozens of lives at risk from both frostbite and starvation, from the weakened elders to the vulnerable cubs. Festivities and traditions were brought to a screeching halt as the clan scrambled to find ways to survive. While ambassadors went to neighboring clans and towns, including those of elves and humans, hoping to gain assistance in saving their small community of young families.

Through these horrors, the elders recognized one thing: This has happened before.

There were once legends of an enormous frost wyrm to the north; a vicious, murderous beast that had slaughtered all but one of the Clan Founders and many of the nomads that came to make this place home. It ravaged the land and hoarded its resources aggressively from atop the nearby mountains, sealing itself into an icy fortress. It reigned hell upon the Clan for years, starving and freezing them to death one by one. The clan was on its last ray of hope when a band of brave warriors stepped up to face the beast, four winged brothers who had followed their father - one of the slain Founders - to the cold valley in hopes of starting a new life. While they had been integral in protecting the remaining civilians, they'd had enough of just surviving, and wanted to bring the fight to the monster looming literally over their heads. While such a feat would be impossible to any other Rohk, it was within their reach; the four brothers were already legends in their own right.

Boasting two magnificent sets of wings and crystals throughout their bodies, they were four powerful Magi that had left their scholar positions for new adventures to be found in the wild north. The eldest was Gaiyan the Grey, whose power focused on balance, spirit, and tranquility, and manifested with wind. Next was Taklyn the Earthborn, whose power focused on the nonliving earth and its energies, and manifested through earthquakes and rockslides, including their elemental cousins. Next to youngest was Callan the Dark, who's power is personified the Void, and revolved around death. Finally the youngest was Wylen the Bright, an innocent Rohk who wielded life and light as his power. They were the valley's last hope, and under the cover of night, they turned their eyes to the mountain's peak and began the long, harsh journey. Weeks passed, and no word came from the mountain. The blizzards did not quell, the ice did not melt, and all hope seemed lost. But suddenly there came a thundering from high above the valley, monsterous and earth shattering. Lights flashed throughout the day and night, hidden by the thick cloud cover, falling debris littering the snow beneath the mountain, lasting for days until it all came to a screeching halt, one final rumble echoing deep within the earth underneath their paws. The silence that followed was absolutely eerie, but all was still, all was calm, and the thick ice that had plagued the valley for months slowly began to thaw. It was over, it was truly over! The celebrations that followed were unlike anything the Clan had ever seen before, and everyone rejoiced.

Well, almost everyone. It was nearly two weeks later when a familiar dark form trudged their way back to into the Clan's home, beaten and bruised, hauling the lifeless bodies of the other three brothers back home. While life had just been getting back to normal, it all stopped to mourn the three fallen heroes, and gather in support around the last of his family line. But he didn't want to be consoled, or celebrated; he was alone now, and he knew his duty. In secret talks with the Clan Leader, he made the decision to return to the mountaintop, where he would become the protector of the valley, watching over the Clan for as long as he should live. Without another word, he disappeared without a trace, and through the generations, his legend was lost to time.

Now, a young female scout named Tundra and her human companion Isabelle, who had heard the legends, were asked to seek him out. They were warned the journey would be long and difficult, but they agreed nonetheless. But in the back of her mind, Tundra could only wonder...

What if the legends were just that; only legends?

H O W D O W E T U R N T H E T I D E S O F D E A T H ?

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Hey does our art piece need to be digital? Ive got 600 words but need art still

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This is being extended to the 10th of April! Same time.

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Username: fairusa
Rohktan Name: Alaric
Gender: Male
Class: Magi
Age: 237 years young

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Extending this one last time to sunday (april 12th) at the same time

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“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend.”
― Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds

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SpartanAmethyst ☆ Callan ☆ Male / he / him ☆ Magi ☆ True age unknown
Featuring Tundra and her companion.

W H E R E D O W E G O W H E N W E D I E ?

It was the Dawn of Winter when they sent for him.

The impending cold was unbelievably early this year, killing the harvest crops before they were reaped and driving the prey herds much farther south than the clan hunters could keep up with. It was so sudden and severe that it put dozens of lives at risk from both frostbite and starvation, from the weakened elders to the vulnerable cubs. Festivities and traditions were brought to a screeching halt as the clan scrambled to find ways to survive. While ambassadors went to neighboring clans and towns, including those of elves and humans, hoping to gain assistance in saving their small community of young families.

Through these horrors, the elders recognized one thing: This has happened before.

There were once legends of an enormous frost wyrm to the north; a vicious, murderous beast that had slaughtered all but one of the Clan Founders and many of the nomads that came to make this place home. It ravaged the land and hoarded its resources aggressively from atop the nearby mountains, sealing itself into an icy fortress. It reigned hell upon the Clan for years, starving and freezing them to death one by one. The clan was on its last ray of hope when a band of brave warriors stepped up to face the beast, four winged brothers who had followed their father - one of the slain Founders - to the cold valley in hopes of starting a new life. While they had been integral in protecting the remaining civilians, they'd had enough of just surviving, and wanted to bring the fight to the monster looming literally over their heads. While such a feat would be impossible to any other Rohk, it was within their reach; the four brothers were already legends in their own right.

Boasting two magnificent sets of wings and crystals throughout their bodies, they were four powerful Magi that had left their scholar positions for new adventures to be found in the wild north. The eldest was Gaiyan the Grey, whose power focused on balance, spirit, and tranquility, and manifested with wind. Next was Taklyn the Earthborn, whose power focused on the nonliving earth and its energies, and manifested through earthquakes and rockslides, including their elemental cousins. Next to youngest was Callan the Dark, who's power is personified the Void, and revolved around death. Finally the youngest was Wylen the Bright, an innocent Rohk who wielded life and light as his power. They were the valley's last hope, and under the cover of night, they turned their eyes to the mountain's peak and began the long, harsh journey. Weeks passed, and no word came from the mountain. The blizzards did not quell, the ice did not melt, and all hope seemed lost. But suddenly there came a thundering from high above the valley, monsterous and earth shattering. Lights flashed throughout the day and night, hidden by the thick cloud cover, falling debris littering the snow beneath the mountain, lasting for days until it all came to a screeching halt, one final rumble echoing deep within the earth underneath their paws. The silence that followed was absolutely eerie, but all was still, all was calm, and the thick ice that had plagued the valley for months slowly began to thaw. It was over, it was truly over! The celebrations that followed were unlike anything the Clan had ever seen before, and everyone rejoiced.

Well, almost everyone. It was nearly two weeks later when a familiar dark form trudged their way back to into the Clan's home, beaten and bruised, hauling the lifeless bodies of the other three brothers back home. While life had just been getting back to normal, it all stopped to mourn the three fallen heroes, and gather in support around the last of his family line. But he didn't want to be consoled, or celebrated; he was alone now, and he knew his duty. In secret talks with the Clan Leader, he made the decision to return to the mountaintop, where he would become the protector of the valley, watching over the Clan for as long as he should live. Without another word, he disappeared without a trace, and through the generations, his legend was lost to time.

Now, a young female scout named Tundra and her human companion Isabelle, who had heard the legends, were asked to seek him out. They were warned the journey would be long and difficult, but they agreed nonetheless. But in the back of her mind, Tundra could only wonder...

What if the legends were just that; only legends?

H O W D O W E T U R N T H E T I D E S O F D E A T H ?

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