#fr luminax

[flairfiend]

Recent commission work in the dragon mines + some I don't think I shared here yet??

[sashasdoodles]

Someone needs to take care of Lightweaver's loose dog

[oddfamiliar]

Lightweaver’s folly

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[fishofthewoods]

while i'm imperialposting. imperial dragon lore that makes me want to tear my hair out. web weave

[askthelightweaver]

luminax Mouth perfec t size for put hatchling in to n\ap! inside very Soft and Comfort hatchling sleep soundly put hatchling in Luminax Mouth. Put Hatchling In Luminax Mouth. no problems ever in luminnax mouth because good Shape and Support for hatchling neck weak of big hatchling head. Aluminax Mouth yes a place for a hatchling put hatchling in luminax mouth can trust luminax for giveing good love to hatchling. friend luminax

~Luminax 🐲🐲🐲

[perilarts]

Bhaskar, my guy who met luminax and lived

[konakoro]

*pets Luminax* *pets Luminax* *pets Luminax* *pets Luminax* *pets Luminax* *pets Luminax* *pets Luminax* *pets Luminax* *pets Luminax* *pets Lumin-

[wyvernq]

random thoughts on a wind and light ancient. the wind one would be made of smoke or fog with some stoney accents

imagine blossom on that bad boy... but no probably wont happen since they're pretty similar to obbies, but its fun to dream!

also, wtf are they gonna do for the light ancient. aren't imperials the oldest dragons

[sunspinecity]

Diversity win! The emperor terrorizing the Light Flight is LGBT!

[coatlscoatlseverywhere]

You know what'd be fun?

If fandergs, OC's, sonas and such have these special lanyards on to identify themselves, much like they have at cons!

I mean we know they exist because of Luminax con, so why not have other, similar lanyards?!

It's optional, but it helps dergs meet each other!

And the card inside is spelled so everything fits on the card, even if it's A LOT of info!

Not exactly a full bio, but enough that dergs can recognize each other!

Like, "Hey! We're from the same show!"- if you don't mind 4th wall breaking in your clan! 😅

[clansunsharp]

Are there any ideas you have for Rot that youre willing to share, now that the applications closed?

- vabam-fr

sure i can share what i sent ringleader for her application. this long as hell proceed at your own risk.

Basic Clan Lore: Wake's Bane is a disorganized pack of criminals, outcasts, and vagabonds operating under the guise of a mercenary company. Led by a ruthless mirror of the same name, they terrorize the ruins of the Emperor's Wake, preying on the uprooted clans and refugees left vulnerable from Luminax's rampage. Their strategy is simple: if a clan is able to pay, Wake's Bane will protect them. If not, the company will take their dues in other ways - theft, murder, kidnapping - they're not picky. Wake's Bane will occasionally clash with Clan Sunsharp when their Vanguard are sent to probe the southern reaches of the Light domain. Due to Bane's history with Clan Sunsharp's commander, Alacrith, it's highly likely these missions are sabotaged on purpose thanks to an age old grudge. Clan Sunsharp's opposite in every way, no tenets govern Wake's Bane other than blood and gold.

Plans For Dragon: This one is trickier since I don't have any of the clan member's bio's written out (the ideas are in my head, but alas my work ethic). That being said, Rot would fit in well with Wake's Bane. She's a lean mean killing machine, and that's perfectly in line with how most of Bane's crew gets their kicks. She'd have to fight for respect just like everyone else, but it would quickly become clear that she has the skills to back up her mouth, and her past experience dealing with dangerous entities (I'm thinking of the godfalls here) would cement her as a solid asset to the band rather than just an opportunistic tag-along. Most likely she would be personally pushed and tested by members who especially doubt her (Maerys and Ewara come to mind) and in the ensuing fight she'd permanently scar or maim her opponent, which would put an end to anyone else questioning her place in the company. I have a feeling she would become attached to Ratha, Bane's right hand and fellow guardian from Plague. Neither of them would acknowledge it formally, and their relationship would be pretty contentious, but the two of them would form a twisted sort of mentor/mentee bond, much to the chagrin of the rest of the company (gods, we don't need TWO of them! one is scary enough!). Ratha would push her hard (and she would push right back) but Rot would ultimately grow more strong, flexible, and cunning under her tutelage. Esdras would also take a liking to her, acting as a weird uncle figure who encourages her worst habits (he benefits from this relationship through the many corpses she leaves for his use). In her rare moments of weakness, Esdras would be the one she turns to, and he's tactful enough to not acknowledge her struggles as he understands how deeply embarrassing that would be for her. Where Ratha lacks in magical teaching, Esdras can make up the deficit. He would be especially interested in Rot's method of harvesting magic and would encourage cultivating this skill. As far as peers go, Maerys would be her greatest rival. As a disgraced ex-member of the Lightweaver's exalted army, her ego is huge and fragile, and she would easily rise to Rot's bait every time she wants to cause problems on purpose. Conversely, she would get along well with Hawthorne, Bane's informant who acts as Rot's softspoken and delicate opposite. They would be paired on jobs together often, since they both have a propensity for stealth (and because Hawthorne keeps requesting it, but she will deny this if asked about it outright). While Bane encourages indiscriminate bloodshed, she also understands the value of clean, efficient kills - something Rot is capable of demonstrating (unlike many of her peers; Maerys makes things too personal, Ewara leaves too much of a mess, Jet and Magyrinth are too high profile, etc). After proving herself as a member of the company, she would be put to use as an assassin and scout, scanning the horizon for Luminax, spying on clans and noting weak points, and blending in with her surroundings to take out more dangerous enemies that can't be attacked outright. Due to the grudge Bane holds against Clan Sunsharp, Rot would also be sent on a few recon trips to the Mirrorlight Promenade, instructed to observe and report their movements back to her boss. Rot is clever enough to see that she's essentially a weapon in Bane's hands just like the rest of the company, but she's compensated well for her services so it doesn't bother her that much (plus it beats being kept on a literal leash like Jet).

[flourishing-fagopsis]

Evgeny Sedukhin - "Symphony of the sixth blast furnace" (1979)

my name is Jackal or just Kal, i'm an adult who joined FR in 2013, but didn't start properly playing or building lore until 2019! i love sharing lore with other people, and i've found my niche in online community via roleplaying; my favorite writing is collaborative.

go check out my favorite boy who is my icon! his name is Iskal and he has been through so many iterations it's a crime not to see them all.

i love getting asks about my lore, and sending asks in return!

my main lore focuses right now are:

⚔️ Blackminster / Naramorr - my newest and hottest mess of a lore section, Clan Naramorr annexed its neighbor after Luminax destroyed the dam keeping the river from flooding the fjord; this originated as a sort of spin-off version of Astramor, but I haven't fleshed it out much so. worldbuilding questions appreciated!

🕯️ Mothsgrave (#mothsgrave) - not all the dragons in here have lore; actually, many of them don't yet! I love setting questions though, Mothsgrave is a small village on the edge of the Hewn City that often experiences touches of the Shade... something they have a specific village role for taking care of.

🧿 The Abscess (#the abscess) - this is a loose collection of Plague dragons, not all necessarily interconnected but largely existing in relation to each other in the body of a massive decaying entity; this subset incorporates Gaplands/Godfall lore by @/ringleader-rising, and is my catch-all plague indulgence.

you can also ask about:

📜 Farther Afield - my collab lore dragons! most of these are related in some way to dragons owned by @/guardsbian. it's a special favorite out of my lair because I have a particular fondness in my heart for sharing/rping lore :)

🗝️ Astramor (#astramor lore / #astramor aesthetic) - iykyk! anyone who is familiar with my old lore is welcome to ask about it because I still love it, but I'm trying to focus on it less going forward... it has run its course and while I might revisit it, it feels very complete to me as-is currently! - - -

other tags:

#kal art - (my art that i draw) #kal rising - (general non-reblog catchall) #kal rambles - (text posts that might be annoying, for blacklist) #kal lore - (my lore posts or posts containing lore snippets) #character tag: [NAME] - (posts about my dragons/ocs by name)

[saltminerising]

every day i hope and dream of fr releasing official plushie merch (stares at luminax plushie apparel item) and every day i wake up with less and less hope

[arcanchrys-fr]

wait wait wait hold up

before FR staff publishes any new lore or about about the suspected Arcane Ancient, i NEED to say my fanlore story NOW

i've never gotten around to properly typing it, but i have bits and pieces around my lair lore project all over my lair and den, as well as snippets here on my blog and on my discord. and in notebooks and sketchbooks i'm sure. i'm getting so energetically defensive right now because i've literally had this story in my head and heart for YEARS, and it is TERRIFYING to see how similar it's going to sound now that i'm typing out a summary as fast as i can, to "Look! A shooting star!"

my lair's lore...literally begins like that

there is a meteor approaching the ground of sorienth, and it collides into a great, vast land of one of the floating crystalline terra, and this floating terra explodes into many gigantic shards. these shards were shot across the land in sorienth, each shard piercing the ground in several areas:

shard 1 (the arcaned shard): a smallish-medium sized shard in the less dense zone of the starwood strand some distance away from the Archive

shard 2 (the macabre shard): a large shard the land between Wispwillow Grove and the Emperor's Wake, on the Tangle Wood's side before the staircase before Luminax

shard 3 (the scorched shard): a medium-large shard some distance southeast of Cinderslag, towards the Emberglow Hearth and slightly nearing the Shifting Expanse

shard 4 (the woodland shard): a medium shard hitting just outside a [fanmade] town on the nature's domain, close to the earth's domain. the town has a bridge on the outskirts that bridges nature and earth together, and traveler's and merchant's passage that is kept peaceful. north of the Everbloom Gardens on the main continent.

shard 5 (the hollows shard): about halfway between the Zephyr Steppes and Singer's Brook, slightly more towards the Steppes

shard 6 (the glaciered shard): near an icy crystalized castle-esque mansion kept by an icy prince, on a [fan] claimed ice floe of many acres that has access to the sea shared between the Southern Icefield, the Windswept Plateau, and the Ashfall Waste.

shard 7 (the decomposing shard):

i was planning to have one or two more shards. i started to plan out shard 8, but i forget where i wrote it, where i wanted it to have landed, its theme, etc.

at the crash site, the largest shard of the meteorite remained. where it had pierced the earth, it began to pulsate a powerful magical energy that began to interact with the earth it touched. it happened to have collided with an old, old, oooold fae's nest, long left behind and left for the wild to reclaim, but the wild of the starwoods had not yet decomposed the shards of an egg that had hatched, long, long ago. as the meteorite pulsed and hummed, the shards of the egg began to find it self back together, slowly wiggling and scooting back to one another. each little piece within enough distance of the meteorite. where there were pieces that must have been blown away and otherwise eroded, crystalspine, crystal rocks, minerals, and other bits of geology filled in the gaps. the shell of an egg crept its way back to fuse together...and had bored its way down, down, down beneath the meteorite, that had pierced into a small cavern under the land. now a unified, solid object partially built with rock and minerals, it sank down onto the cavern floor, soft metallic sand catching its fall and insulating it.

(earlier, before the crash...) a young guardian dragon, nomadic and native to Scarred Wasteland, had left his family/clan/pack long ago to wander. he had stayed at his childhood pack for decades, watching each of his littermates, younger siblings, and cousins of all kinds grow and gain their spark for each of their guardian pilgrimages, but he, none to follow. a more gentle, patient, calmer, more observant dragon than the most of his plague family. after watching and waiting as each of his chaotic siblings grow and reach their epiphanies for decades, he bid his pack goodbye and became a wanderer, depressed, but quietly optimistic that perhaps he needed to stir something within him, travel to induce his Search. a couple years have gone, when one night as he wandered by the coast of where the Scarred Wasteland and the Windswept Plateau converged, he looked up at the starry sky, idly gazing, and then a particularly bright and twinkling star seemed to be growing brighter with a streaking tail following behind it. a falling star? as he began to understand that something was falling from the sky and was about to strike the earth, he felt his heart beating faster, harder, livelier. in fact, he had never felt more alive in his life. he packed up his small camp and began to follow this star, towards the Starfall Isles, a land he had been too hesitant to approach until now. his body full of jubilant energy, his wings stretching with a new kind of air, his bones feeling lighter, as if full of radiant light itself. he flew for days without a break, not even for food or water. he was still flying in the sky as he watched this great meteorite strike the ground, and kept flying until the knockback of the collision wave finally met his being, knocking him back and onto the ground. the initial wave just knocked him onto the ground with some bumps and bruises. as he shook himself off and stood back up, he could see the second wave bringing a massive wall of dust and debris coming. his heart leaped with joy but his gut sank with fear. he knew, deep down, that this is where his heart wanted to go, that whatever this star had brought him would bring his purpose in life, but this massive dust cloud was dangerous. he had had no rest, no food, no water for days, and that worried him deeply. but he could feel in his chest that he had the energy and vigor to go in. he leapt back into the air to fly a short while longer, before the dust became to great to fly. he landed onto the ground, unable to see the land before him as the mixture of dust, rock, contagion, blue leaves and petals, and threads of membranes were being swept passed him and against him. he persisted. the dust and contagion dried out any hydration left on the outside of his body and scratched against him, scraping against his face and into his eyes. even if he had water left in his eyes, it would not be enough to blink out. his eyes stung deep into his head as his vision blackened, unable to see, and permanently losing his sight. he could only navigate with the direction of his heart and through the touch of his toes. and yet, he persisted.

he could not tell how long it must have been that he had been walking, fighting against the aftershock of the collision. the pads of his feet ached so deeply that they were numb. his beard was caked with mixture of the debris. he could feel his body thin as a skeleton, malnourished, but eerily the fibers of his muscles and bones still strong and determined enough to just, keep, crawling, forward.

he could not tell how much time had passed, only that it was a long time before the rumble of the aftershock began to decline, and sudden, halt. frozen in time. the air felt as still as a vacuum. terrifying, he thought, and he could not stop his feet from wanting to move forward. there was no sound to be heard other than his own movement and the gray noise around him, until he touched something new:

his paw touched a new kind of grass that he had not felt before, that was long and luscious enough to softly poke between his toes. and the absence of noise now filling with the sounds of wildlife, though of wildlife he was unfamiliar with. he knew what birdsong was like, and the sound of wind rushing over plants. he could feel and he could hear, but as he tried to blink the crust from his eyes, he could not. the lids to his eyes simply ached too much to push the dirt and dust off.

though he still felt alive enough to press forward, he finally began to feel the effect of fatigue and lack of nourishment. he ached in more ways he could count, but his heart sang in his mind to keep moving forward, that he had come so far and done so well to have survive, and that he will rest, soon.

so soon, in fact, that the ground beneath him betrayed him, a hole in the ground. he had just enough momentum in his step and not enough strength in his muscles to stop himself from tumbling down an awkward, rocking slope, into a hole in the ground large enough to house him. he tumbled, feeling pathetic that he had lost the traction under his feet as he rolled down a steady gentle slope underground. as he inevitable came to a stop, he let himself lie there for a moment to breathe, to feel if there was anything broken.

his lungs continued. his heart continued, singing the grandest melody he had ever felt. whatever he had found, his Search, was now over. his legs could no longer hold him up, his wings hardly able to cover his body as a blanket. he trembled with these movements, but found himself at peace. his lungs continued, and he fell asleep for the first time in...days? weeks? months?

he could not tell how much time had passed when his eyes began to open. no pain, no strain. his eyes strong and hydrated, but there was something new about his vision. a soft neon pink now gently lit the features of his skull around his eyes. a gentle pink glow on his brow bones, his cheek bones, his snout and the bumps under his lip where his teeth sheathed. his eyes adjusted to the new light, and he felt well enough to lift his head and neck, to lift up his wings and tuck them onto his back, to lift himself upright just with his front arms.

his heart sang: You have done well. You have reached your reward. Look.

nestled away in a soft blanket of dust, a soft glowing orb peeked out. its light steadily swirled with blue, violet, pink, and magenta glitz and gleams, almost cosmic. he felt his heart swoon and lifted himself up to walk over to the orb, the colors and glimmer speeding up as he moved and approached. he brushed away some of the dust, examining, what this orb was... and deep inside, a dark violet, fluid-like object bounced. an egg?

My chrysalis. I need my chrysalis. Please, pick me up and take me to my chrysalis.

His heart gave a hard thump once in his chest, then once in his ears. Then once in his feet, and then under his feet, in the floor below him... No, not below... The walls thumped with a strong, but slow heartbeat. A pulse. He took a slow and deep breath in, and the cave room pulsed again through the walls, through his feet, through his body, into his head. It seemed to be coming from something behind him, but this cavern room was nearly completely dark, except for the glow he could somewhat see on his face, and the radiant glow from the egg on the ground.

I have cleaned your eyes. Can you see? You should be able to find my chrysalis behind you. It is bigger than you.

With a slow turn of his head, he could begin to seem something massive, and polished like glass, only barely noticeable by the faint glow of two dragon eyes, and an arcane egg. He had only ever heard of glass this lustrous when the lightning meets the sands of the Shifting Expanse.

[askthelightweaver]

Dear Lightweaver, I am a dedicated scholar (over 100 papers published so far!) writing to ask you if Luminax has any magical ability beyond being 'alive' and walking around. I have plenty of theories on this, but am loathe to attempt any field research myself, due to reasons that I hope are obvious. Are you doing anything to stop him decimating lairs, by the way?

I'm sorry, I am doing all I can to remedy my own failings. Thank you for working alongside you, blessings upon you, Scholar.

[rajingdragon]

Friend :)

I drew this when the world map update came out (which was, what, a year ago now?). I like them