So, in order, we've got the legend of the moondrake, a great drake so hungry it ate the moons and stars. It was slain by a Kanai hero. Then we have the Smith and the Ruhk, which is a well-known folk song. Then we have the direrodi and the rodi, a fable about a direrodi that tries to tempt a loyal rodi into leaving its charges and joining its pack in the wild. Not sure where that goes yet, I'm thinking there are a few different endings. And finally we have the tale of a Medved' Beis that swallowed a whole village, but all the villagers just rebuilt their houses in her belly and kept living there forever. (human folk drawings of Kanai often depict them with four eyes)
Tessa marched along the branches of Realmbreaker at the head of a column of hundreds, no, thousands of Phyrexians. Her former home, Innistrad, was her target. She would see it conquered for the glory of Phyrexia.
The advance party had done good work, she noted, when she arrived. Thousands more waited for her, including a moondrake. She marched through the camp, giving orders. A detachment went to Nephalia, to the territory of Ludevic. With them went the great moondrake.
Tessa knew full well what the defenders of Innistrad would throw at her. The undead. Hordes of them. Dividing Ludevic and his stitched creations from the other defenders would be priority.
Calmly, she ordered that the moondrake and the Phyrexians that had come with her would hold back unless absolutely necessary or until Ludevic was found. Then they could destroy his laboratory.
Continuing down the line, another grand host would be sent to the greatest of the plane's defenders. Sorin in Geier Reach. She would lead this army herself. Failure was not an option.
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Tessa soared high over the mountains, directing the marching army through passes and into towns. Phyrexians fell by the dozens, over cliffs and into entrances to places where demons lurked, but for every troop they lost, they compleated many more, until, at the end of the day, they finally reached the first vampiric estate.
The compleated walker landed now, to avoid giving herself away. She barked a command in Phyrexian, and the column fanned out into the valley the Maurer Estate was contained within.
The wards of the estate stretched into the sky. A brute of a Phyrexian werewolf came up to Tessa. "The breakers are in position. Awaiting your command."
And command Tessa did. The Alabaster Host beat on the metal of the fence viciously, but the wards held in place.
Ballistae fired from the broken windows of the manor and into the crowd, impaling many Phyrexians.
Tessa knew these wards would withstand an army of Cathars with their blades glowing like silver in the light. But could they withstand her?
A swirl of spirits arose from the dirt.
"Murderer!"
"Horror!"
"Beast!"
"Alchemist!"
The spirits shrieked their insults, furious at being used in this fashion. Tessa began crying tears of oil as she slammed the spirit force into the wards. The spirits very narrowly disobeyed, but Tessa overrode their unruliness and forced them to her will.
The wards broke and Tessa let the spirits dissipate. "For the glory of Phyrexia..." she whispered to herself, steeling her resolve.
The Phyrexians marched in and had their first clash with the defenders.
Tessa observed from her perch as vampire after vampire fell one by one. And she cried.
I’ve been trying to finish one shawl a month. Technically was a day late on this one (finished May 1st) buuuuuttttt we’re gonna count it anyways. Close enough.
Pattern is the Kassiani Shawl by Dee O’Keefe. I absolutely loved it. Simple but lovely. An absolute joy to knit. It’s a good one for lace beginners since you get to try a few common motifs and the pattern is so clearly written. It’s also a nice knit for more advanced lace knitters because you can just zone out and go easily.
The yarn is Moondrake CO’s Soft Shawl MCN in “Orion”. It’s one of my favorite yarns and I already miss squishing it in my stash. Plus! I got to meet the dyer in person last year and she’s a delight. She’s a fellow OK resident, and all her color ways are just so so pretty.
That is how it works, yes. Elves are mammals too! How ‘bout that?
Please tell me you don’t believe those silly rumors about us hatching from eggs. That’s moondrakes. Completely different species, though I can see why you’d get confused.
Because of the moss's healing properties, sundrakes are a huge target of poaching and illegal hunting. To combat this, the sundrakes formed a 'defense flock' that protects the rest of the pack. They use berries to dye their scales in certain patterns to show their rank in the pack.
Tail stripes: member of the defense flock
Filled in tail stripes: criminal/outlaw. Even if they have faced their punishment, criminals can never be part of the defense flock.
Wrist stripes: something is wrong with their moss, may cause health issues
Filled in wrist stripes: healer/can fix moss issues
Horns: permeantly exiled. Dye on horns and claws cannot be removed.
One neck stripe: lower ranking defense flock leader
Two neck stripes: higher ranking defense flock leader
Three neck stripes: leader of the pack
Moondrakes are less organized. This means they are an easier target for poaching, and thus much rarer than sundrakes.
Castle Moondrake, home of higher learning for scholars of magic and science alike! Perched high atop a cliffside, filled with caverns so potent with raw magical energy, that dragons have flocked to them to make shelter and raise their young.
I'll be your friend, Miss Hardbroom! I'm not a pupil of your school and you seem like the bats. Potions is my favorite, and mum says when I grow older i can go to cakles and learn potions from you! And we will get are own cats too!!!!! please can we be penpals? Kind regards (mum says that's what you say to people you respekt), Daphinia Moondrake
Dear Miss Daphinia Moondrake,
T-That’s n- ... very sweet of you, Miss Moondrake. I hope you succeed in potions and are prepared by the point you attend Cackle’s Academy. Yes indeed you will get a cat familiar as standard. P-Pen... Penpals? Well that’s quite inapp-... lovely of you to suggest. We shall see.
Well wishes,
Hecate Hardbroom
Deputy Headmistress of Cackle’s Academy