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(I'm extremely sorry! I thought this roleplay was dead and stopped checking in. I hope I didn't miss too much and was wondering if I am allowed to join back in?)

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Princess Hurricane/Female/7/LightningWing/Hetrosexual/LightningWing Palace/Tags: Prince Firefly
Hurricane nodded. "Yes, let's get going before anyone tries to stop us and I wouldn't put it past someone to try."

Roadrunner/Male/10/SunWing/Bisexual/SunWing Territory/Tags: Oasis
"That wouldn't do would it?" Roadrunner asked with a small grin when Oasis mentioned hoping that they weren't the last to arrive. "I wonder how many dragons will be there," he added softly.

Aquamarine/Female/5/CaveWing/ShellWing/Asexual/CaveWing Caves/Tags: Echo
Aqua tilted her head slightly in thought. "Um, I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it," she said after a moment. "But for now we should head out and meet with the others."

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Ash | Female | Mist/Ivy Hybrid-Mistwing Champion | 14 | Pan | Asleep | Tags; Violet | Character Sheet: Pg. 4

Ash turned away from the rock dome and sighed, maybe it was something she ate that was messing with her dreams. She contemplated what else might have caused the strange events that had taken place at the festival but before she could a high pitched scream interrupted her. She sighed again a turned back to face the dome, the spiders must have found the nuisance. Well, she had no other ideas and it would be hard to concentrate with the screaming... and she was a diplomat. Speaking loudly enough to be heard she offered a deal. "I'll let you out if you promise to be more polite." After considering for a moment she added: "and tell me why you're here." A hasty agreement was heard and Ash dispersed of both the spiders and the dome. "I thought you were supposed to be a diplomat." A very disgruntled looking Violet snarked. Ash raised an eyebrow and sat down. "And I thought you were supposed to be dead. Why are you here, does this have something to do with what happened at the festival?" Violet sat down as well and huffed. "Straight to the point and perceptive, at least that's something respectable. Yes, my appearance has something to do with the festival. An old danger to the tribes has been awakened, you and several others have been chosen to defeat it. I don't know why a cowardly, halfbreed diplomat like yourself has been chosen but you must go to Claws Divide and meet the rest of them. Once you're there you will receive further instructions. Goodbye." And with that, Violet disappeared. "Well that was almost entirely useless, but at least I have some sort of lead now." She checked her internal clock and decided that if she needed to leave, now would work fine.
Ash woke up from the odd dream and stretched, standing slowly. She reached in her satchel and pulled out her horn-cuffs, reattaching them in their place on her head. She put on her satchel and then looked over at her mother, was she supposed to tell anyone that she was leaving or was this mission supposed to be a secret? She sighed, it wasn't specified so she would do what she would do if this was a normal diplomatic problem; tell the Queen.

Feather | Male | Ivy/Mist Hybrid-Ivywing Champion | 14 | Bi | Library/Hut | Tags; Lynx | Character Sheet: Pg. 4

Feather nodded. "It is getting pretty late. You head home and get some sleep, I'll just go through a few more books and then do the same." He smiled at Birch and then turned back to the book he was currently skimming, listening to the guard pad away. A few more books turned into practically half of the history section, after finding that book which described characters who seemed not to belong to any tribe Feather began to consider the possibility that whoever was behind the voices might not have been from a known tribe of dragons. It might not even be a dragon at all. With that thought in mind, he went through the history section and pulled out any book he knew that had different species in them, also grabbing a few about Animus dragons as that wasn't completely off the table. After hours of searching, he found a reference to something in one of the Lightningwing history books. There he found an Animus dragon named Stormcaller who went insane trying to fix the world and ended up creating a creature called 'Hydra' that wreaked havoc across the land until it was stopped by its creator. One of its abilities was telepathy so Feather went back to the history section and grabbed all he could find relating to it. It was nearly dawn before he fell asleep, passed out on a pile of books.
It was dark here, faintly lit by the moon and stars overhead. Feather looked around to find himself sitting on the beginning platform of one of the tree-hopping courses. Across the platform stood someone he never thought he would see. Stepping forward, the other dragon spoke with a soft chuckle and a kind smile. "Took you long enough. I almost thought you would never fall asleep." The dragon's voice was deep and soft, but it carried in the stillness of the night. Feather stood, drop-jawed for a moment before stuttering out a singular word. "L-linx!" The older dragon chuckled again and moved to stand in the middle of the platform. "It's alright, you don't need to be nervous. I'm not here to guide you to the afterlife. I'm here with a message. A mighty creature has awoken from its slumber and now threatens our world once more, and you, along with three others from each tribe, must stop it. I have been chosen to guide you, you must first make your way to Claws Divide and meet up with the rest of the Champions." Feather, after getting over the shock of meeting his idol, absorbed the information and nodded. "Does this have to do with what happened at the festival?" Lynx nodded and spoke. "Yes, this creature has many abilities but chose to use them for destruction. So it was sealed away.-" Feather interrupted Lynx, his enthusiasm overtaking his shyness as the puzzle pieces slid into place. "It's Hydra, right? Created by Stormcaller?" Lynx looked surprised. "Yes, it is. How did you know that?" Feather's tail lashed slowly behind him and he looked down as he began to think. "That's what I've been doing instead of sleeping: researching. Trying to figure out what's going on. I thought, since none of the tribes have powers like telepathy, that it might not be from one of the tribes or even a dragon. I found references to Hydra in several of the history books, mostly Lightningwing, and it made sense. The spell that was recorded to have been used would have started to wear off by now, and the powers seem to fit." Feather looked up suddenly and realized he had rambling again. But Lynx looked impressed. "You are resourceful. I see why you were chosen." He smiled down at Feather. "Remember, go to Claws Divide. I will see you there."

Chrysocolla | Female | Cavewing Champion | 12 | Asexual/Panromantic | Sleeping Cave | Tags; Geode, Aquamarine, Echo | Character Sheet: Pg. 14

Chrysocolla smiled at the rhyming dragon. "Yes, I know who you are. Your presence has given shape to many a stone and dragon, and the ripples you left still affect the ripples we feel today. You may be dead, but you are not gone." Geode simpered at her words and thought for a moment before speaking again. "It's nice to see, that though I've perished, my contributions to healing are still quite cherished. But I've not come for idle chatter, for there is a far more pressing matter. An ancient creature, destructive and vile, has come to daunt the world anew. Awoken from a slumbered exile, to paint the world a broken hue. But not all hope is lost and broken, there's chance to save the world its soul. Three of each, a Champion chosen. You will help them reach their goal. I will stay and be your guide on this journey you now brave, travel to the Claws Divide to find the ones, the world, will save." With his message given he faded away, disappearing into the darkness as Chrysocolla awoke.
She blinked slowly before sliding out of bed, languidly pacing about her cave she thought over the dream. After coming to a decision she packed her things and padded out of her cave, humming a new song now, soft and gentle but with a determined undertone. She went first to the food caves and added several days worth of fruit and mushrooms to her satchel. Due to the cave-in, Chrysocolla would often find herself unable to leave her cave, instead, working on a project whilst fading in and out of reality. Her over-seer was kind and understanding though, and often let her go days before returning to work. So, if the dream was only that, she would be back before she was missed, and if it was true, then she was sure the fate of the world required more essence than expanding the ever-growing maze of caves her tribe called home. She then turned to head for the exit. As she neared it she began to hear voices from ahead so she pitched her tones to resonate through the caves and spread her wings just slightly to better reflect the luminous scales underneath.

Aster | Male | Meadowwing Champion | 10 | Bi | Burrow | Tags; Amaranth, Lichen | Character Sheet: Pg. 14

Aster blinked at the unaffirming response, did Lichen mean 'yes, thanks for inviting me' or 'thanks, but I have plans'? He guessed he would figure out tomorrow if she showed up. "Alright, I'll be leaving at dawn to set up the trap, probably around the Hickory Hills if you want to come." Once she left he turned to his cot, his burrow was simple but comfortable as he spent most of his time hunting or building traps. He flopped into bed and was soon asleep.
Aster found himself in one of the many meadows that make up his tribe's territory, there was a chill in the air and a slight breeze rustles the grass around him. His senses he obtained from years of hunting clued him in on someone standing behind him and he turned around. Sitting in the midst of the tall grass was none other than Amaranth. She gave him a once-over and nodded approvingly. "You have good instincts and sharp ears, those are admirable traits for a hunter." Her voice was kind but commanding, leaving no room for argument. As if Aster would have any reason to argue praise from his idol. "You're Amaranth, the Salvation of the Frost." His tone held great awe and respect. Amaranth perked her ears. "Is that what I'm known as? Impressive." She shook her head and straightened her shoulders. "Moving on, I have come to send you on a mission." Aster copied her stance and nodded. "Of course. What do you need me to do?" She gave a slight smile at his earnest enthusiasm. "An old force of destruction has returned to this land, you and several others have been chosen as Champions to defeat it, and I have been assigned as your Dragon of Myth. Do you accept?" Aster nodded again and she continued. "Good, then go to Claws Divide and meet up with the rest of the Champions. Once you are all together we will provide the necessary detail to complete your mission."
Aster woke up and leaped out of bed, pausing before beginning preparations to have a mini freak-out about meeting his idol. Once he was done he packed two of the deer legs and the rest of the fruit. Then he went into his second burrow and grabbed some of his smaller, simpler traps. Going back to his sleeping burrow he grabbed the rest of the deer and the over-ripe pears. He left the pears on the compost pile and dropped the deer off at one of his friend's burrows. Going inside he poked his friend until she woke up. Gale was one of his hunt-mates and they had been friends for years. She groggily blinked up at him after a few moments. "Hey, Aster, what do you want? It's the middle of the night." Her voice was slurred with sleep but he could understand what she said. "Sorry for waking you up, but I gotta leave for a while. Can you watch my traps and cover for me with the Chief?" Gale hummed her affirmation and Aster smiled. This would not be the first time he left for days, even weeks on end while trying out or creating a new trap. He almost always came back with an impressive load of food, so the Hunt-Chief was usually fine with it. With all his bases covered, Aster began the flight to Claws Divide.

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Echo | Male | 10 | CaveWing | Homosexual, Homoromantic | Echos Home | Aquamarine

”Y-yeah. You’re right” He knew that the exit was rapidly approaching. He was nervous so he paused. And that’s when he heard it. Was someone else approaching? Who was it? Were they there to stop them?

Prince Firefly | Male | 9 | LightningWing | Demisexual, Demiromantic | Fireflys Room | Hurricane

”Of course they would try. Two royals have just flown away without the permission of their mother. Whatever shall they do with a prince with no claim to the throne and a princess who isn’t ready to try and take that throne” His tone was slightly teasing but it quickly returned to one of a serious nature. “You’re right though. Let’s get going” Without another word, he took off.

Oasis | Female | 11 | SunWing/ShellWing | Bisexual, Biromantic | Oasis' Room | Roadrunner

”Definitely not!” Agreed Oasis with a grin upon her face. She clapped her wings to get a little further ahead, eager to arrive. “I hope there isn’t a lot of them. Then it may be hard to make sure we are seen!”

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Princess Hurricane/Female/7/LightningWing/Hetrosexual/LightningWing Palace/Tags: Prince Firefly
"Well at least we won't be here to find out," Hurricane said as she took off after her brother. "Do you remember where the Claws Divide is exactly?"

Roadrunner/Male/10/SunWing/Bisexual/SunWing Territory/Tags: Oasis
"I guess we'll find out when we get there," Roadrunner said with a soft chuckle. "I'm going to guess that there'll be at least two from each tribe."

Birch/Male/8/IvyWing/Hetrosexual/IvyWing Village/Tags: Feather, Open
Birch nodded and gave a short wave with his wing before heading back to his quarters. Once there he flopped down into his bed and was almost instantly asleep. He blinked open his eyes and was surprised to find himself in the training grounds. "Must be dreaming," he muttered before noticing another IvyWIng in the area with him. He was quick to drop into a defensive stance as the other dragon turned. "Calm yourself, I am no threat to you or our Tribe." Birch slowly stood back up and examined the older dragon in front of him. "Who are you?" "My name is Hawk and I was a scout that helped find our current village. Now as to why I am here an ancient evil has re-awoken and it's up to you and others to stop it from destroying the tribes. You need to go to the Claws Divide." Before Birch could reply the dream was over. "Well I guess that's that then," he said as he slowly got to his feet. He grabbed what he thought he would need before making his way outside. "Better get going if I'm going to get there before the sun sets," he muttered before taking off.

Aquamarine/Female/5/CaveWing/ShellWing/Asexual/CaveWing Caves/Tags: Echo,Chrysocolla
Aqua paused when Echo did and turned when she heard someone approaching. "Maybe it's someone else who's had the traveling dream," she said with a small hop.

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Ash | Female | Mist/Ivy Hybrid-Mistwing Champion | 14 | Pan | Current Mistwing Camp | Tags; Queen Rattler | Character Sheet: Pg. 4

The sun had begun to rise as Ash made her way to the center of the camp to where the Queen and the other high ranked dragons slept, walking carefully as to not wake anyone. There were several guards in their stations surrounding the center encampment and she walked up to one she knew to be part of the Royal Guards. The guard stood to face her as she approached, but relaxed his grip on his spear when he recognized her. "Ash, the sun has barely risen. Is something wrong?" Ash stopped a few feet in front of the guard and inclined her head in greeting. "Good morning Sunflower. It is not an emergency, but I believe I may know something pertaining to what transpired at the festival yesterday and wished to speak with the Queen. Do you know when she will be available?" Sunflower's ears perked up at the mention of the festival and tilted his head. "You know what those voices were talking about?" Ash shook her head as her tail swished slowly behind her. "It is purely speculation, but I believed I should bring it to her attention." Sunflower nodded and set down his spear. "Queen Rattler was very concerned about that, I'm sure she'll want to speak with you as soon as possible. If you'll wait here, I'll go relay your request." Ash smiled and sat down, allowing her tail to curl around her as she voiced her consent. The guard turned and walked into the temporary den-palace. Ash took this time to sort her thoughts and decide what she was going to tell the Queen. The annoying nuisance didn't give her much to go on, so she would just have to hope that Queen Rattler would allow her to travel to Claws Divide to find out more.
It was a few minutes before the guard returned but he confirmed that Queen Rattler wanted to see her immediately and told her to head to the Mound where the Queen hosted most of her meetings. Ash thanked him and walked swiftly to her destination. Upon arrival, she noticed that Queen Rattler was not alone. The Queen sat in her usual place, on a large stone at one end of the hill, at her left was King Vulture and her advisor, Bluebell, was on her right. When Ash first started as a diplomat she had been quite nervous about speaking during a meeting, much less alone before royalty. But because of her more unique circumstances, she had regular conversations with every member of the council and had earned their respect after writing up a treaty between her two birth tribes that greatly benefitted both. She walked to the center of the Mound and bowed low. "My Queen." Queen Rattler nodded her head in acknowledgment and spoke. "Rise, Ash. Sunflower told me you have information on the peculiarities of yesterday's festival?" Her voice was quiet but powerful, demanding attention and respect that reflected her namesake. "I believe so, yes." Ash stood and faced her Queen. "I had a strange dream last night, and usually I would not come to you with that alone but considering what occurred yesterday I thought I should inform you." Ash paused here, silently asking permission to continue. Queen Rattler dipped her head in consent, drawing the connection between the events, so Ash resumed her explanation. "In my dream, the dead Mistwing Royal Guard Violet appeared with a warning. She said that 'an old danger to the tribes has been awakened' and that I was to meet up with several others at Claws Divide to receive more information." She stopped again to let the Queen consider the information.
Queen Rattler was silent for a moment as she mulled it over before turning to the dragons at her sides. "Vulture, Bluebell, what do you make of this?" The King spoke first, as was customary. His voice was much deeper and it rumbled deep in his chest. "It has merit, Ash has proven her honesty and trustworthiness many times, and she has no reason to lie. Moreover, Violet was well respected in life, and she died to save your mother." Nodding in agreement Queen Rattler turned to her right. "Bluebell?" The advisor stayed quiet for another moment before speaking. "I don't doubt Ash's honesty, but this might be a trap set by whatever this danger may be. Meant to lure dragons to it, or them, in order to pick us off one by one." The Queen hummed in acknowledgment and turned back to face Ash. "Did Violet say anything else?" Ash shook her head. "Nothing more of the danger, though her persistent assault of my chosen profession leads me to believe it is not a trap." The Queen barked out a short laugh. "Yes, she was always one to prefer claws to words." She leveled her gaze at Ash once more. "So, what do you propose we do?" Ash straightened slightly and spoke cleanly and clearly. "With your permission, I would like to travel to Claws Divide and see what more information I can gather. A scout could be sent to tail me at a distance, if it is a trap they can return to warn you, and if it is safe but I am required to travel again I can give them the information to relay to you. Either way, you will learn more about this threat." Queen Rattler discussed it with her King and advisor, both agreeing that it was a solid plan. Within the hour Ash was prepared to set off with support from her Queen and enough provisions to last the trip. A small scout dragon named Hawk was assigned to leave with her and then fall back once they got close. With one last check over they headed out.

Feather | Male | Ivy/Mist Hybrid-Ivywing Champion | 14 | Bi | Ivywing Village | Tags; Birch | Character Sheet: Pg. 4

Feather woke with a start, groaning as his neck ached from the awkward position he had slept in. Looking out the nearby window he saw that the sun was almost finished rising. Quickly, he grabbed a few of the books he had that mentioned the most about Hydra plus a few on animus magic and put them in a satchel. He stood up but hesitated, he wanted to put the books back but he felt like he should hurry to the meeting place. Finally deciding to just sort them out on the table and apologize to the librarian he opened one of the other books on Hydra to that page that mentioned it. He headed over to a different section of the library and grabbed a couple of maps, one depicting the whole of Osia and another that was closer to his destination. On his way towards the entrance, he also grabbed a blank book so he could take notes on whatever happened. He stopped by the front before leaving, Moss, the librarian, was already in, always arriving at dawn to begin his job. In a hurried tone, he greeted his friend. "Good morning Moss, I'm in a bit of a rush so I had to leave some books out on a table, I'm really sorry. But I've found out what caused those voices yesterday and I have to go to Claws Divide, so I might not be back in for a while. Could you tell the headteacher I won't be in for a few days, maybe more? Thanks, Bye!" And with that, he took off, not hearing Moss ask "What voices?" as he left the library. Flying towards his hut to grab travel supplies he spotted Birch leaving the village. He changed course and called out. "Birch, I figured it out. I know what caused the voices!"

Chrysocolla | Female | Cavewing Champion | 12 | Asexual/Panromantic | Cavewing Caves | Tags; Echo, Aquamarine | Character Sheet: Pg. 14

Chrysocolla continued forward slowly until she came across Echo and Aquamarine, pausing a few feet away from them and trailing off in her song. She spread her wings further to better light up the area and opened her eye. She took a moment to observe the two before opening her maw. "Are you the two to complete the three that hail from the caves to the Claws Divide? You seem to be, there's destiny in the air and fate in your steps. Yet you both appear woefully underprepared, one without supplies and one without spirit. If you are expecting the world to deliver us as we deliver it you are likely to be sorely disappointed. We must deliver ourselves." Her tail thumped a steady rhythm out of the stones behind her and she turned to face Echo directly. Goede had told her that she would be a healer, but she felt it extended beyond the body. If she could secure his confidence now there would be less of a chance for injury from hesitation as their journey progressed. "Courage is not concerned with how often you fall, but with your choices to get back up. You are not alone on your path, we walk together down it. And if you fall, the earth will catch you. Take strength from the star rocks as they sing for the history we make. Take strength, for no matter what path we walk they will sing of it and we will live on." She rustled her wings, causing the light they cast to sway and dance. She hoped her words would soothe his nerves for a time.

Aster | Male | Meadowwing Champion | 10 | Bi | Headed to Claws Divide | Tags; Open | Character Sheet: Pg. 14

Aster flew at a casual pace, Amaranth had said that dragons from all the tribes would be meeting at Claws Divide which was not too far from Meadowwing territory, so he didn't need to hurry. He flew not too high off the ground, fields and fields of grass passing swiftly down below him. The sun was just starting to rise on his left and the crisp morning air tasted delicious on his tongue. Aster always loved going for dawn flights, it cleared his head and prepared him for the day. The muscles in his wings were ached a little from flying for most of the day before but he barely noticed it.
Spotting a lake up ahead he angled his wings forward to get closer to the ground. In the early hours of the morning, the lakes in the meadows were always coated in a fine mist, heavier than a cloud but more dispersed, making it easier to see through. Flying through the floating water gave him an almost ethereal feeling and he enjoyed doing so whenever possible. He slowed down slightly, no longer flying as much a gliding. He spread his wings as far as they could go and relished in the feeling of the wind beneath them. The heavy droplets spattered his scales, the cold pricking at the skin beneath. He inhaled deeply and shivered delightedly at the sharpness in the air. Carefully, as to not lose his balance, he lowered his tail to skim the surface of the water. The disruption left a trail in his wake as he flew. Taking one more deep breath he gave his wings a powerful flap and rose above the fog. Quickly glancing down he watched the mist spiral into vortices from his wings.
Aster loved to fly. He knew that flying was normal for dragons but there was just something about there being nothing but your own wings to stop you from crashing back into the earth. Flying was instinct but it still required enough concentration that it grounded his mind. He could just focus on the steady beat of his wings, the comfortable burn in his muscles, the deafening wind in his ears, and let everything else fade away. He loved it. He loved the nothingness that took over his mind as he flew. He loved the freedom that the vast expanse of air allowed. He loved how if he went high enough he could see forever, the whole horizon. The sky called to him and he answered it often.
He beat his wings hard, steadily gaining altitude, but still heading for his destination. He felt his ears pop as he climbed and he breathed heavily. The ground was far below him now, he could no longer make out anything specific. Right above him were the clouds but he decided against flying through them, still slightly damp from the mist. Leveling out he glided for a moment, checking landmarks to make sure he was headed in the right direction. The air up here was thin and chilly and Aster shivered again. He flew for several minutes in the manner, savoring the view before suddenly angling his body forward and drawing his wings in a bit. The air whistled past him as he dove at an angle. He closed his eyes for a moment and relished in the weightlessness of falling. About halfway between the clouds and the earth, he snapped his wings and eyes open and used the momentum of the fall to rocket off towards the Claws Divide. Maybe if he was early he would hunt some for those who didn't bring any food.

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Echo | Male | 10 | CaveWing | Homosexual, Homoromantic | Echos Home | Aquamarine, Chrysocolla

Echo was startled to see that it was Chrysocolla only because he wasn’t exactly sure who he was expecting. “It’s just Chrysocolla...” He sounded relieved. Then again, his brain had already thought it was a group of guards come to keep them from leaving. He perked up upon hearing her question but he couldn’t keep the nervousness from his voice. “I-I think so..” The young dragon carefully scraped his claws against the ground. He guessed that it was a reasonable observation although he had struggled to understand it at first. They would certainly struggle if they were to go as they were.

Echo listened to what she had to say next especially since it was directed right at him. These words did seem to calm him for the time being. With as much courage as he could muster, he nodded. The earth would catch him and lend it’s ever present strength. And should he fall and never rise again, the stones will continue to sing. Like they did of that CaveWing that fell when the tunnel collapsed on top of him. “I’m... glad that I am not alone in this... We should probably keep moving though...”

Prince Firefly | Male | 9 | LightningWing | Demisexual, Demiromantic | Fireflys Room | Hurricane

”Mother will likely take an opportunity to blame her enemies and go after them. But if we don’t do anything now, I don’t think it will really matter whether or not she decides on what happened to us” He thought for a moment then banked to the right, heading for the mountains that looked just like a set of claws reaching up to grab the sun. “Not too far. I think we are the closest to them besides the MistWings when they’re traveling through this area. Father took me there once but I still remember where it was”

Oasis | Female | 11 | SunWing/ShellWing | Bisexual, Biromantic | Oasis' Room | Roadrunner

”That would make sense to be honest. How could anyone trust just one tribe with the fate of the world in their claws?” She asked before she took a sharp turn. She hoped she was going the right way to reach The Claws Divide. “Do you remember where those mountains are?”

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