#plagued by images like a prophet of a displeased god etc

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FR Username/Numbers: LocalHellcat#596191 

Basic Clan Lore: 

My entire account and its various tabs is a hodge-podge of various locations within the wind-domain area of Sornieth and also the surrounding borderlands! Some are more concrete than others. One’s a space station. Anyways.

Rot is implied to travel between a lot of the various villages and towns represented! However she has one in specific she would claim has her “home-base”

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Located somewhere along the ridge that connects the plague to the winds, there exists a dense fog that legend says if you get lost in, you may find yourself within a forest unlike anything you've ever seen. 

Swamplands tainted by visceral growths, vertebrae grow up the mangrove trees like vines. Branches that reach up and cover the sky with their own false night, silvery black leaves twinkle with what little light is able to peak through. The waters themselves are a dark muddy red and green swirled hue, slicked with an oil like film.

There's said to be a village, at the center of it all, made by dragons whose lives lead them to choose this forest of death to be a fair, more hospitable home. Rumors say it’s lands are made tainted from an ancient Collapse, but those haven’t been proven.

Plans For Dragon: IMMEDIATE PLANS (effective upon arrival): Outfit + Silhouette + Crackle Tert 

My rambles got very long winded from this point forward! Click the Read More with caution!

Outfit-

Development of her outfit as she travels, gains a liking to leathers made from prey she's caught

She eventually gains a friend with very similar interests! The two initially bond purely over the convenience of having two sets of hands to perform tasks with better speed.

Gains proficiency with a crossbow as a long distance option for darting prey she can't outright kill.

Hat was a parting gift from Runt or Ravager I think

Wolf cape was gained shortly after she left home, as she wandered along towards the Wind domain she felt a strange calling for, she within the ever twisted and discomforting wasteland spotted a pristine grey wolf. Not a speck wrong with it, no hidden third ear, no mutated patterning. She decided then and there it had to be hers.

The wolf was smart however, it had to be to survive so long untainted by the wasteland's reach, and it evaded her each and every time.

Each time she slipped and skied through the rotten lands, the ever mutating gunk of the plague soaked into her skin with every failed attempt. 

Her body stretched into a more exaggerated Silhouette. Still scrawny and torn, unable to fly or swim like any other Guardian, but now she knows how to trick the mind, force foe and prey to view her as so much larger than herself.

Using this reach, and experience, did she manage to outsmart the grey wolf that vexed her, and it was as her blade made contact with it, and she could claim her prize.

Feasting upon the flesh and skinning the hide into a cape for herself, fashioned and somehow.. Perfectly suited to her.

Crackle:

Remnant from her first Collapse

The Godfall's blood soaked into the young hunter's skin as she slashed, hearing the howls of her siblings by her side as carnage and war soaked the air around her. Adrenaline pounded through her veins and the sky screamed in her ears as she felt something change. A crawling across her skin that drove her deeper, and deeper into this bloodlust. One could lose themselves if they didn't have patience. 

It felt like a blissful hell of eternity, until the sun finally broke and the titan's body fell from a final swing. Was it hers, her siblings, her parents? She didn't know, but she could feel a sharpness form to her eyes as she gazed over the bodies for any twitch of movement. Anything not quite dead yet. 

It wasn't until she was scrubbing off that night, when she realized that what looked to be stubborn flaked blood was now her. Stained and permanently soaked with the blood of her first befallen entity. A mark of victory. A mark of change.

Hatchling Headcanons:

Extremely curious hatchling

Many circumstances of her ending up very much where she should not be due to her initially smaller and sickly size. 

Love her to death, babygirl cats only have so many lives, etc etc

Cus she can’t fly or swim very well, she is a CLIMBER. She will go UP. 

notable incidents include the two times Pig and Sow lost her for multiple hours only to find her tiny little ass climbed to the VERY TIPPY TOP OF THE MAIN CARNIVAL TENT

The breeze is Best up there, obviously.

And her siblings don’t know how to get up there yet so she can be ALONE!

That didn’t last long, of course, once they were able to fly up there themselves but it’s the thought that counted

Spent a lot of her youth Observing the workshops and the various goings on. A fascination with tinkering set in early.

Has tried to make things before but got bored quickly and ran off to do something else. She grows into the routines easier with age and patience being learned.

Headcanons:

After her success with the Grey Wolf, Rot would wind up lost within a fog that rolled in as she neared the borders of the domains. Leading to her eventual stumbling past the barrier into the Everrot, a rarely spoken pocket-dimension of a forest. Mostly due to the fact those who wander in don't often tend to come back out. Where she walked along the trails, recalling her mother's tellings of being aware to never stray far from them when in mysterious lands.

She's attacked twice, once by a large bear-bird like beast she dealt a few solid blows to with her cleaver. And the other by a...strange beast. Clad in metals and furs, it looked almost like a skydancer, but there was something deeply, deeply wrong with it. 

she swung to possibly kill the beast, and put that trapped soul out of its misery, but it seemed to know when pursuit is unwise and fled 

Surviving the trek let her to arrive at the Village at the center of the gorey forest, where she was PROMPTLY greeted by two curious creatures. One being a quick-witted but scattered talking Aether, who chattered to her about "odd visions" she may have seen, and another being a very enthusiastic mirror who kept asking her every question he could think of; who she is, where she's from, why's she smell funny, what's that big thing on her hip?

She resists kicking them away and merely growls asking where their inn is. ..Or if they even have one. The two look at each other and shout in unison "HIBISCUS!" before darting off further into the town. The aether grasps onto the mirror's back as the two run away fast as lightning.

Rot takes a deep breath, sniffing the air, and using their scent trails to follow them. Perhaps this "Hibiscus" they speak of will be any level of more helpful.

Upon meeting this Hibiscus, a retired Thronebreaker, who turns out to be the keeper of the local Tavern. Rot will learn the Skydancer they ‘met’ to be Asterion, an “infected” dragon she’s then advised to stay away from if she can. He was at one point their best hunter, and that skill has not left him even in his new corrupted state.

Whether or not she heeds these warnings depends on how she’s feeling that particular day

Somehow she gets roped into doing his job in his steed until some other idiot shows up.

Hibiscus offers her a place to stay in one of the upper rooms, she takes an eye around the surrounding supports to which he assures with a grin that the building will be able to support her. One of their frequent residences is a sizable imperial after all.

This satisfies her concerns for the night. Taking studying sniffs as she heads up the stairs to the room the brightly colored coatl handed her the key too.

There she passed out for the night, and in the morning figured out her next proceeding plans of action. 

First Objective: Escape

Second Objective: Wait what do you mean that’s pretty hard to do without a collapse on the horizon?

This does not go as she had planned it too. Finding herself unfortunately even more stuck and walking around and around in circles aimlessly in the forest. She realizes in order to escape this place.

She learns from Hibiscus some of the nature of this place, namely the legends of its origins and the curse upon those who become trapped within its walls.

Escape is not impossible, but it requires a few conditions

Rot proceeds to be trapped until one of the yearly Collapses, in which the gateway separating this world and Sorneith becomes thin enough to allow transport. 

You can enter at any time, she quickly learns, but leaving is a different story.

Rot builds a proper home in this village eventually, building it out of one of the old dying willow trees and driftwood and leather she makes. Materials and beasts within the forest provide a reasonable source.

She eventually learns the pathways, and learns the Aether is an oracle who can let her know where the Infected skydancer is wandering at the time so she can plan her trail route out of the forest accordingly.

Sends a letter home like “Sorry I vanished for 3 months I got lost in a fucked up forest.”

She's

Meets a strange dollmaker named Actaealba who takes an interest in her hide to add to his collection, but she proves too difficult of a hunt for his own. Now the two have a .. tenuous truce.

Actaealba finds beasts he wishes for his collection, and Rot goes to collect the body.

She refuses to do this without proper compensation via gil or gem. She hates working with this asshole.

Actaealba is also the imperial that Hibiscus alluded to

The two end up very good friends but they’ll never tell anyone else that. Rot refers to Actaealba as “Alby” cus that’s the only part of it she heard when he told her and he’s “tired of correcting her.”

Rot collects pelts she finds interest in to add to her slowly amassing collection, however particularly spectacular ones can lead to arguments between the two beings

Sometimes they get a little carried away during arguments

Sometimes arguments end with them both quietly wandering to the local craftsmen Tigerlily’s home to request a healing tonic or two.

No one acknowledges this

They’re like. Ferrets.

No further elaboration.

Plans for what Rot does:

Nomadic by nature, she uses the Everrotten Forest as a home-base of sorts she rounds back to through her travels over Sornieth. Her ever pungent bloodlust fueling her desire to keep moving. 

This absolutely has nothing to do with her odd habit of helping people along the way. Absolutely nothing.

That’s a lie. I’m lying to you, she’s unintentionally extremely helpful. Often slaying beasts that have been harassing villages, or putting down some-dragons’ loved ones whose bodies refuse to rest.

She takes the salvageable parts of the bodies and sells them for market. Sometimes she'll take the job of a sellsword, but that's not particularly common.

Butchers meat from her kills and wrap them in specially prepared leaves to preserve them for sale.

Her cleaver never leaves her side, and is her tool of choice for butchering large beasts down to more workable sizes.

Due to the fact she is Little. She’s forged herself a set of butchering knives made from sharpened teeth. 

During her explorations, she gathered the vertebrae-like vines and found them to be almost wood like when she broke them in half.

Using this information, she uses them and carves them to make handles for her tools. Giving her a durable set of butcher's knives she spends her mornings sharpening.

Writes letters to home in her journals often, whether or not they truly get sent varies, but she finds a strange comfort in describing the events she has experienced to the family member she believes will enjoy the tale the most.

Daddy’s horrid lil princess, etc etc /hj

“Writes” mostly to her siblings actually, whether it’s describing a temple or odd cult she stumbled upon to Riot, or drying “good smelling” plants in pages for Ravager to turn into a candle for her eventually.

She will never admit it to their faces, but she cares very deeply for her siblings, and though her thoughts may stray far from them at times, she will always return to wondering how they’re doing.

Okay maybe she’ll admit it like. Twice. Can’t let them think she entirely hates them.

Even if she would sell them out for the heart of a Godfall but shh

I think her family has one HELL of a time getting letters to her though, “The middle of Hell’s nowhere” is not a good address, Rot!”

It is entirely possible, after Tigerlily and Flui set up an enchanted mailbox for her.

Tigerlily built the box and Flui enchanted it

She owes Tigerlily a small favor for this but Flui is easily paid off via shiny bugs

Intended Payment: 555g

PIGLET APPLICATION #05 ROT THE BUTCHERESS.

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:

These Piglets are for lore clans with a tumblr presence (sideblog, FR posting on mainblogs, etc you simply have to be a lore clan who engages with the community here on tumblr.)

Other players with their siblings (and myself with their parents) will be not only welcome to but encouraged to write interclan letters/in character messages to their siblings, and you'll have to be okay with everything that comes with that (On-Site DMs, the potential of a message going unanswered/etc) I would also appreciate if you ping me for the stuff you do with them because I want to see what they get up to <3

If you win one of the siblings, please refrain from applying for another, this is so everyone interested gets an opportunity and a fair shake at taking one of the girls home!

If you're the selected winner, the dragon is yours to do what you please with! (Regene, change species, rename, change gender identities/pronoun preferences, etc) I ask only that you have a lore/character reason for breed or name changes, as they'll be connected to a wider group of dragons that would need to know these things (What kind of dragon their sibling has become, What to call them in letters, etc) and if you can keep them a modern breed so they can keep their cleavers, well that'd just be nice for their old man Pig.

Please honor the basic lore of the dragon you win, you're welcome to rewrite/reinterpret the lore they arrive with, but please don't eliminate that history entirely, since they'll be interwoven with other clans/players!

[and a big thank you to Khadjin for reminding me I never mentioned this yet!] my lore deviates pretty substantially from site lore. however every aspect can be explained within the context of the site, please don't feel like you have to adopt my headcanons to participate in these!- my "Lesser Gods" are nothing more than magically afflicted/overcharged spirits or magically mutated dragons created in a reactor explosion somewhere in Lightning and some timeloop silliness, and the 'Gaps' are highly concentrated leylines caused by this incident. the eleven gods of sornieth remain the only true gods in my lore much like the site on the whole!- the Piglets and their parents simply lived under the affliction of spirits, cults, and mutated dragons and contextualized them as "Gods" the very same way we create urban myth/legends. While they would know of The Host and the Gaps because of the direct effect both have had on their parents, they are not required to have continued to believe in them as "Higher beings" and can have learned in their time away from their family that these things are likely, little more than the arcane gone haywire.

BLANK APPLICATION

Please copy/paste and fill this out in a Reblog here on tumblr or send it to me through my submit box here so I can keep track of things on a per-dragon basis for the course of the 48-hours each application will be active!

FR Username/Numbers: Basic Clan Lore: (just a general description of the lore/area of your clan you intend to place this hatchling in!) Plans For Dragon: (A little description of any of your ideas, headcanons, story beats, etc you're thinking of for the dragon you're applying for! This can be anything you've got in mind, scries, outfits, etc, feel free to go as big or as little as you want, I wanna see what's going on in your head!) Intended Payment: (These dragons will be PWYW, but I need everyone to acknowledge they're not free, so whatever you're planning on paying/trading for them, even if you change your mind when the time comes, stick something here.)

RINGLEADER'S HEADCANONS

These are just some smaller lore bits and pieces you're welcome to use or disregard for each child, things that I couldn't fit into the bios in a way that made sense. much like the example outfit photo up-top, this is for fun or stuff to help get ideas flowing, if you're stuck!

While all the hatchlings have a song blurb that fits them in their bio, Rot actually ended up with a second one stuck in my head working on her, and it's been categorically "IN MY BLOOD" by Wage War. specifically? "Learned that all good things are earned and learned to live off the land // I close my eyes and hear those words from my old man: Never start what you can't finish with your own two hands." as she's not only the daughter most like her father in lifestyle, but the one with the most prevalent taste for a fight.

If her sisters have been somewhat bear-coded, big and dangerous with a noted regality, Rot is the veritable cougar or wolf. Powerful and deadly with a slinky, thinner frame built for stealth over brute strength. For this reason, she fights with her cleaver differently- using the heavy piece of steel to dig into the ground and anchor steady whilst she whirls around it with smaller, more maneuverable weapons.

She's got Pig's oddly southern drawl, and while her sisters may not have taken it on as prevalently, Rot sounds every bit like she grew up in the backwoods, rumbling a 'darlin' on smoky, rough vocal chords.

Magically primed in the Godfall, Rot now bears the ability to camouflage herself via bending and twisting light off her scales- it is a clumsy, unhoned talent at the moment, and requires the regular intake of magic harvested from other sources.

THIS APPLICATION IS OPEN FROM 5:30 PM DECEMBER 10TH, 2024, TO 5:30 PM DECEMBER 12TH, 2024. REBLOGS AFTER THIS TIME WILL BE DISQUALIFIED FROM THE RUNNING.

And here's the pinglist! (Aren't you all glad I'm done with this now?)

@hor-wod-flir @harpyartisan @fuiran @terra-tortoise @bawkrya

@pocketmouse-fr @spongyspingy-rising @avalonianrising @clansunsharp @khadjin-fr