#flightrising pinkerlocke

[task-fr]

Starting a pinkerlocke on impulse may not be the best decision, but oh well we’ll see if I fail lol

Here’s the founders of Clan Kismet.

From left to right: Bubblegum, Mint, & Suo.

Expect to possibly see some side lore snippets about them, nothing fancy.

[gsdragons]

DAY 2

-Springfoot Poult, 40 battles-

The three dragons had been traveling for what felt like days now in the darkness of the caves. Small talk was awkward; not only because the trio felt very uncomfortable and pained, but because hunger had begun to take its toll on them.

“What I wouldn’t give for a fat salmon right now,” Reku fantasized out loud while flitting here and there. During their trip, the veilspun spent most of his time either flying around trying to scout the area (before inevitably getting lost) and sleeping on Willa’s head. 

Fletcher added onto the thought in a wistful tone. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a proper charred fish, I’d give my tail to get outta here and have somethin to eat…”

Willa sighed, too tired to fantasize with the guys. Her wings still hurt immensely, mostly due to the constant movement. Fletcher had offered for the group to stay and rest for awhile, but Willa didn’t like the idea of staying in the caves for longer than they had to.

On the bright side, the other two dragons seemed to have adjusted to the darkness. Maybe not to the extent Willa could see, but they could at least make their way around efficiently.

Reku sighed even louder. “Yeahhh… I suppose I could always… sing about food to take our minds off of our bellies.” He offered casually.

Both of the larger dragons groaned as the veilspun began to sing. This was something the group had become accustomed to as they traveled in search of an exit. It appeared that at any moment, Reku was willing to launch into an entire musical number for any apparent reason.

From up ahead, Willa could see the cave began to taper off into a smaller exit. While normally this wouldn’t be any issue, broken wings would make shimmying through the hole incredibly difficult. She grabbed Reku by the tail, interrupting him mid-song.

“Can you see what’s on the other end of the hole?” She asked in the most polite tone she could muster.

The veilspun, clearly offended at being treated so rudely, rolled his eyes but obliged. “Fiiine, I can go check, but just because you were polite about it.” 

With that, the tiny dragon sped away, through the hole, and out of sight. 

Fletcher came up beside Willa and sat down. “It’s so quite without the veil constantly chattering.” He said in a low voice. 

Willa managed a forced laugh. “Might as well use this time to rest while I can!” She settled onto her sore and calloused limbs. 

The guardian looked away quickly. “If you want to take a nap I’ll keep Reku from bothering you,” he said matter of factly. “Worst case scenario, I can always eat him if he gets on my nerves.”

Both dragons laughed, though Willa couldn’t help but wonder if Fletcher was telling the truth there. Morality issues aside, she was very tired, and the idea of a nap made her exhausted. 

“I’ll just take a five minute nap… Wake me up as soon as Reku comes back, ok?” Willa yawned as her eyes closed. Before she could hear Fletcher respond, she had fallen fast asleep.

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Blights & Blessings: Day 4

Thread here! 

Pinkerton finally dropped some food, so today is 30-40 rounds in the coliseum and a little lore tidbit. Rolls and writing below the cut!

It was a few days after grouping up that the trio knew they needed to find food. So, with Nesoi still weak but getting better, they headed off to hunt. It went... fine, for the most part. Both Eros and Nesoi had to back out a time or two, exhausted and young and one still sick. But Hemera? She kept fighting, never backed out, stayed strong for her younger companions. And that was that. Overall, a successful day, with Nesoi seeming a little better than the day before. She would be fine. They would all be fine. They had to be. Day four rolls: Hemera - 6 Nesoi - 20 Eros - 4

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the trials {pinkerlocke}

day 2: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2363596

“Gunman raises the glass to Pluja's pale lips, suckling him away from the near kiss of death...”

[fenneckitsune]

hey i did a thing and made a pinkerlocke thread. Yall should go take a look!

[barbarafett]

Art Post #8 for my Pinkerlocke. It occurred to me recently that I’d never really sat down and figured out the route that Ember, Starbloom, and Felicity marked on the map they made when they were planning their journey, so that’s what I did for this art post. I took a screencap of the World Map page and drew on it in GIMP. Which totally counts as art. Don’t judge me. XD

The star over by the Observatory is Clan Adeptica’s lair. The one in the Ashfall Waste is where they want their new clan’s lair to be, when they get there. The other two stars are the places Clan Ashfeather has stopped and stayed so far. The one in the Scarred Wasteland is where Plague’s market town is (in my head, YMMV), and the one at the edge of the Sea of a Thousand Currents is the cave where they took care of Rythorn and where Kessel and Mindor were hatched.

I DO NOT OWN THIS ART ASSET. Nor any of the other FR art assets I’ve rehosted here, for that matter.

[gsdragons]

Day 3

-brawler guantlet-

Pinkerton must have been feeling merciful today, he gave me a trinket so I used it as an excuse to draw Reku in all his technicolor glory.

Luckily my laptop will be available soon, so I'll be able to resume my battling and whatnot :)

[gsdragons]

Day 1: 

Death Streak

Harsh, blistering heat emanated off of the dusty earth of the Shattered Plain. The air, sharp as sandpaper, almost seemed to boil across the horizon in a mirage. Standing in the unbearable heat, waiting at a rather dilapidated halfway stop was a group of around ten or so dragons of various breeds and elements.

One of the dragons, a skydancer, shifted from foot to foot anxiously. Her deep purple eyes scanned the flat landscape in concern. In her gloved hands she gripped a battered suitcase as if it contained precious jewels. 

She turned to one of the waiting dragons beside her, a sleeping guardian who had taken to sleeping against the support beam of the stop. “When do you think they’ll be here?” The skydancer half-whispered directly into his ear.

The guardian squinted, annoyed at having been interrupted of his nap, and looked towards the skydancer with a look that was anything but friendly. “They’ll get here when they get here, you in a rush to get exalted or somethin?”

“Uh, sure,” The skydancer looked back to her surroundings. “Just.. I need to know exactly when they’re coming, okay?”

A melodic voice piped in from behind the pair. “I heard the Collectors will be here by midsun!” An orange and teal toned veilspun slithered in between the duo. “Should be any second now, actually.” He said in a sigh. After a moment of awkward silence, the smaller dragon sat up and stretched out a talon. “Ah- I’m Reku, by the way.”

The skydancer eyed Reku up and down. “You’re awful friendly. I’m Willa.” She took his hand, which Reku proceeded to shake vigorously. Both dragons turned to the guardian who had resumed his silence.

“I don’t see why we’re introducing ourselves since we’re about to part ways, but sure. I’m Fletcher.” He didn’t offer his talon, but rather made sure to hide them under his mauve wings. 

Reku smiled. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you bo-” As the words left his mouth, the entire waiting stop began to rumble.

Slowly at first, the ground began to shake until every dragon was clinging for dear life to the ground, or trying to take off to the sky. Willa, true to her breed’s nature, tried to fly away, but the unstable ground prevented her from getting a good lift off, and she ended up launching face first onto the Shattered Plain. 

Willa shook the dirt from her face, and looked around in horror as the earth itself split with a mighty roar. The sound of boulders crashing and wooden beams breaking filled the Plain. The skydancer looked down, and in horror saw a hairline fracture begin to grow under her feet. She tried to jump out of the way, but her reaction was too late, and before the dragon knew it she was engulfed in a dark, dusty void.

Earsplitting noise; that of the ground moving and of the other dragons' agony filled Willa’s ears. She opened her mouth out of an instinctive need to scream, but only ended up with a mouthful of coarse dirt. The noise began to drown out, and eventually, silence took over. 

Tap. Tap tap. 

Willa’s vision began to come back into focus. She wiped the dirt out of her eyes, and tried to move. Everything hurt; moving her wings resulted in sharp spasms of pain, no doubt a few broken bones. Her legs, though, seemed to be mostly unaffected.

The surroundings were dark, and for a moment Willa wondered if she had been asleep all day. She got to her feet and looked around. She seemed to be in a cavern of some sorts, though it was impossible to tell how deep. The top of the pit, if there was one, was impossible to see in the darkness. Willa could see about fifty feet ahead of her easily, but that was due to her heritage as a shadow dragon. Anyone else would be in much worse luck. 

It was starting to get cold in the darkness, and Willa shivered out of nervousness. This wasn’t how her day was planned to go, that was for sure. The ground was rough, and as she walked, Willa tried to avoid sharp stones as best she could. Her wings stretched lifelessly as she moved, and she tried to ignore the throbbing pain. 

In the near distance, Willa could make out the form of a dragon on the ground. Relief washed over her, and she broke into a faster gait. Willa paused, the metallic smell of blood filled her senses, and dread overcame any sense of hope she once had. She turned away, shaking; the dragon that had once been there had been rendered unrecognizable by the earthquake.

Willa continued alone for some time along the chasm, the silence only broken by the sound of her own now bloodied, raw feet shuffling on stone and the occasional unseen creature skittering about. It wasn’t until Willa entered a larger section of the caves that the skydancer heard a voice.

“H-hello?” 

Instantly, Willa was at attention. “Who’s there?” She called out into the darkness. She could see several rocky formations, but it was hard to see if any dragons were in range. “Please, I-I’m very lost and hurt, is anyone there?”

Willa heard the sound of scampering feet, before a familiar form came into view. 

“R-Reku?” Willa exclaimed in a surprised voice. “Thank shadowbinder.. Where are we?” Willa was glad to have a familiar face in all the chaos, even if it was just the dragon she had met earlier that day. 

The veilspun was quiet, and a look of confusion came over his face. He scooted closer to Willa. “I’m not rightfully sur, I’ve just been waiting by myself here.” 

Willa lowered her head and nudged the veilspun, inviting the smaller dragon to sit on her head. Reku felt around for the skydancer’s head, and after a few awkward steps, made contact. He sat in front of her horns, holding onto the larger dragon’s antennae as if they were reigns. 

The two began to walk along the chasm together, though this time Willa felt much safer despite her companion being significantly smaller than her.

“Pretty good luck you’re a shadow dragon!” Reku said cheerfully as the two walked along a narrow ridge. 

Willa muttered an agreement, her eyes focused on the path ahead. The chasm began to grow more steep, and soon Willa found herself concerned about falling into the unseen depths. And, while Reku’s presence was initially nice, Willa was beginning to grow frustrated with the smaller dragon’s incessant chattering. 

“Willa- stop!” Reku shouted, pulling her antennae. The skydancer growled; not only because of the blatant disrespect but because it has actually worked in stopping her. The two dragons stood on a narrow ledge, about 10 feet across the rift was another ledge.

“Look, there’s a dragon!” Reku exclaimed. Willa grumbled and looked towards the ledge, and to her surprise, another dragon lay on the ledge, almost motionless. They seemed to be very injured; the only sign of life coming from them was the occasional shallow breath that moved their entire body.

Before Willa could say anything, Reku called out to the stranger. “Ho there!”

The figure stirred, and from where she was Willa could identify the dragon’s face as the grumpy guardian she had spoken to. 

He groaned, and attempted to get up, but quickly fell to his knees again. He shook his head and tried again, and this time rose on shaking legs.

“Fletcher, it’s us, Willa and Reku from the station! Can you stand?” Willa shouted across the chasm. The chasm wasn’t too far apart here, and if his wings weren’t broken, Fletcher could surely make the jump.

The guardian glanced around. He let out a short puff of flames from his nostrils to illuminate his surroundings. “How far is the ledge?” He shouted. His flames didn’t reach far enough to show the other end of the chasm, it would seem.

Willa responded. “Not far, just a wingbeat!” She watched as Fletcher paced about. “You can do it, just follow my voice!” 

After a long pause, the guardian backed up, and charged towards the rift, spreading his wings, and landing on the other side. His back legs fell over the edge, and despite his desperate scraping, Fletcher began to slip.

Willa lunged forward and grabbed the guardian’s shoulders, hoisting him onto her ledge and into safety. Both parties collapsed, panting loudly. 

“Yay! You did it!” Reku cheered triumphantly, fluttering in the air momentarily out of joy. 

Fletcher shook himself, before letting out a few sparks of flame in both pride, and to see his surroundings better. In the dark shadows of the chasm, Willa was certain she saw a grin on the guardian’s face. 

As the commotion died down, Willa, Reku and Fletcher looked over their surroundings. If there were any other survivors, who knows where they ended up, if they were lucky enough to even have ended up with other dragons.

Silence followed as the three made their way to more stable ground.

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Blights & Blessings: Day 1

Thread here! (I recommend reading it, there’s a rule change in there!)

I got Travel Gear of the Wanderer, a trinket, which means I write a little bit! Story and rolls below the cut

When Nesoi had met the pair, she had felt awkward. They were the only people she had seen after she was kicked out of her old Clan a week ago, and they were already so close. "She's infected," the shaman said, staring at the young dragon. "She must leave immediately. She is a risk to everyone if she stays." Eros and Hemera had an interesting relationship, Nesoi found. While the latter was older than both, Eros was much younger, and was the most reckless of the bunch. Hemera was like a mother to him-- to them both, really. She made sure they ate enough, made sure they slept enough, made sure they were okay. It was comforting. "I'm sorry, dear," Nesori's mother said. She didn't look sorry. "It's for the best. We don't want anyone in the clan getting sick, do we?" The plague wasn't contagious like that. As Nesori settled in one night, a few days after the trio had met, she felt content. Maybe she could find a family in this, she thought. After all, they were nice. Eros reminded her of her baby brother, Hemera reminded her of her best friend, and together they reminded her of home.

Day one rolls:

Hemera - 16, Nesori - 20, Eros - 6

[gsdragons]

Day 6 

-Discipline, DEATH STREAK(tails)-

The world was burning. Everywhere she went, Willa only saw fire. Pain. Hurt. Fire. Her limbs were screaming in agony, her wings bloody stumps. 

The skydancer stood in a fiery field, perhaps a valley full of growth at some point. Remains of plants, their smoldering stalks crumbled as Willa made her way through the hellscape. Though she felt the pain very distinctly, the flames didn’t engulf Willa whatsoever. Rather, they moved out of her way as she progressed.

The wind turned, and began blowing against the skydancer. She lay on the ground as the wind became more violent, forming a twisting column of debris and fire before her. The twister narrowed out, changing shape and figure until it took the form of a dragon; a spiral to be exact. 

Its eyes were flames, burning holes that bore into Willa. She shrank from the sight, which felt as if the sun had concentrated every beam onto her alone. The mouth of the strange creature parted, and words rolled out.

“Your fault…” 

Willa looked up at the beast, her own eyes brimming with tears. She tried to speak, to open her mouth, but her throat was too charred to speak.

(thank pinkerton this was a tails, I was not ready to lose Willa today)

[gsdragons]

DAY 5

- snowfall elk pelt -

Fletcher paced around the small cave, his head held low. Reku was taking his sweet time to scout out the cave, evidently. He glanced at Willa, who was slumped in a corner of the cave, breathing shallowly. While he had tried not to let concern slip into his voice, he had the sinking suspicion that the skydancer wouldn’t make it out of the cave.

The guardian sighed and looked back at the opening Reku had left through. He really didn’t want to have to lug a dead dragon through there. 

A cry from the skydancer caught Fletcher off guard, and he jumped. Willa shook in her sleep, limbs flailing. It seemed she was having a nightmare, not that Fletcher could blame her. It had been a very traumatic series of events that landed the three in this dark abyss.

The guardian’s stomach grumbled. It was a good thing that Reku had zipped away, Fletcher wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t be tempted to eat the tiny dragon had he stuck around. In an attempt to ignore his hunger, Fletcher decided to take rest as well.

As soon as Fletcher closed his eyes, a familiar, annoying voice shouted in his ear. “FLETCH! YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE IT!”

The guardian’s eyes flew open, and smoke began to rise from his nostrils. It took all of his willpower not to let an angry burst of flames spill from his jaws. 

“Well, tell us! You were gone for hours! And don’t call me Fletch.” The guardian growled as Reku did spirals in the air.

“Oh Fletch, we’re saved! We’re saved!” He paused before looking back at the exit. “I found an entire town! It has houses, and lights, and everything else you’d expect!” 

Now this was interesting. Fletcher got to his feet. “A town? Oh thank Flamecaller, normal dragons! Let’s go!” He bounded over to Willa, and gently nudged her with his face. 

As the skydancer awoke, Reku let out a nervous laugh. “Uh, well, I’m not sure if you could call it an.. Uh… “normal” town.”

Fletcher narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean by that? I don’t think any dragon could be weirder than you, Reku.” 

The veilspun frowned, which took Fletcher back. “No, I mean there aren’t any dragons! It’s completely empty!” He paused before realizing something else. “Well, except for this random longneck I found.” 

Fletcher’s wings fell. “Oh. Well, some help is better than none.” He turned to see Willa limp up besides him. “This town isn’t too far from here is it?” 

Reku shook his head and zipped ahead. “Just follow me! There’s a little ledge you can travel on to get there.”

Fletcher followed the veilspun cautiously. As they walked, he let Willa lean on him for support, using his wing to cover her. Memories of his old life, the life before he left for exaltation, began to surface. He had once walked this way with his lover, his mate, before their passing. 

The guardian tried to forget about that as he followed the veilspun, keeping his thoughts on the journey ahead.

As the town came into view, Fletcher was shocked to see just how well maintained it looked. When Reku had said the settlement was abandoned, he had been prepared to see dilapidated buildings and ruin. Huts jutted off of the wall of the chasm, while some were dug into the rock as artificial caves. Strange lights illuminated the town better than Fletcher assumed it would be.

A lone figure stood in their path several yards away, which made Reku cheer and flit about erratically. As Fletcher got closer, he could identify the individual as an older longneck. They wore patterned textiles that reminded Fletcher of dragon-made clothing in a way, and carried a long staff with several trinkets tied to it. 

Reku flew up to the longneck cheerfully; he was about half the size of them. The longneck nodded curtly to the newcomers.

“Your friend has told me about you two. I am Astindel, the caretaker of this town. You may stay as you wish, I only ask that you come in peace.” Astindel motioned with their staff to the various huts. “I have medicine to help your injured friend, should you need it.” 

Fletcher let out a breath of relief. “That would be great, thank you.” Slowly, he helped lead Willa to the hut. Perhaps their situation wasn’t as doomed as the guardian had assumed. 

[gsdragons]

Day 4

-ram-

Reku was very grateful that his eyesight had improved while spending time in the chasm. As an arcane dragon he was very accustomed to having bioluminescent trees and the glow of the stars lead him. As the veil flew through the passage ahead, joy overcame him.

Were those… stars? The veilspun blinked, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Tiny white pinpricks of light shone above Reku, and for a moment he thought he had reached the surface. The higher he flew, however, the more he realized what he had stumbled into.

It would appear that, in the gorge of the chasm, carved into the sides of the rock itself were small houses. As Reku flew closer, he could see small paths; no doubt walkways to travel the settlement. Reku zipped from place to place taking in the sights. The little lights he had seen had turned out to be strange lamp posts along the trails and in front of the little house-caves.

What Reku couldn’t find, no matter how hard he looked, were other dragons. Fear began to overcome amazement, and soon Reku took to walking along the paths of the ghost town.

“Hello, is anyone here?” He called out. His voice echoed off of the rocky walls.

The dragon felt something move behind him, and he froze. Out of nowhere, a voice whispered in his ear.

“Hello, little dragon.”

[gsdragons]

hullo hullo! decided I want to store my dragon’s lore and art somewhere else and why not make a blog for it :) 

I will try to post my pinkerlocke here as well since I don’t like the thread format of the Flightrising website lol 

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Blights & Blessings: Day 5

Thread here!

Pinkerton gave me yet another trinket, which means more lore. I guess he really wants me to write.

As usual, story and rolls below the cut!

After the groups brief hunting adventure, everyone was tired. Nesoi was getting better by the day, though, which certainly helped. It had only been a few days since they all had come together, and Eros was not losing them now. Despite the fact it had only been a few days with Nesoi, and only two more with Hemera, Eros felt at home. Both of them were older with Hemera acting more like a mother than his actual mother-- not that he had one, of course. But Nesoi? Something about her reminded him of his sister, and he didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, his sister was one of the toughest dragons in his previous clan, practically the leader. On the other hand... his sister was one of the toughest dragons in his previous clan, with no time for her only living relative. But Eros had a good feeling about Nesoi. She had braved the hunting trip, after all, when she had symptoms of the sickness. She was better than his sister had any right to be. Day five rolls: Hemera - 12 Nesoi - 18 Eros - 7

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Blights & Blessings: Day 3

Thread here! The rules were updated a bit

I got a Ruby Brooch from Pinkerton today, who apparently refuses to give me anything interesting, so it’s more lore! Story and rolls below the cut.

The three had settled in quickly, but not quick enough, or at least that's what Hemera believed. The oldest was scared for her two new friends. Nesori had told the pair when she had arrived that, according to her clan shaman, she was infected, but when days passed with no sign of the disease, they thought it was fine. It wasn't. The shaman in Nesori's clan had told the truth, apparently, as by day three of them being settled in the Hewn City, she began coughing. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, even with the constantly looming plague, but it came quickly, suddenly, and wouldn't stop. Eros stayed away. Hemera stayed close. She had been trained in medicinal herbs in her old clan before she left. She knew how to help Nesori, even if all of them were scared out of their minds in fear, that only after a few days their small family would be torn apart. Hemera prayed to any of the Eleven to save Nesori, but ultimately, she knew. It was the diseases' decision, not any of theirs. Day three rolls: Hemera - 18 Nesori - 1 Eros - 12

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Blights & Blessings: Day 2

Thread here! 

I got a Scarlet Satin Tunic, which means I have to breed two dragons. Unfortunately, Eros isn’t quite ready to breed yet, which means I’ll be geneing him! 

Noxtide was rolled and purchased, and now Eros looks pinker and snazzier than ever!

Day two rolls:

Hemera - 11, Nesori - 4, Eros - 8