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The Great Beastly Mods ([personal profile] greatbeasts) wrote in [community profile] dragoncalled2016-12-02 02:48 pm
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Welcome, New Scions! Sure is Cold...

Stop Dragon My Heart Around
New arrivals:
The dream you wake from is an unsettling one that feels like a memory. It sits out of place and too far forward in your mind, yet feels as real and clear as any other could be. It's the shadow of a massive creature blocking out the sun, skyline, or similar entity. A roar that shakes you to the core and and a feeling of dread and loss weighing heavy on you. Whatever the feeling or vision that comes across, it brings with it a sense that your world is no more.

A voice, reassuring and almost motherly in nature urges you gently to wake from your sleep. Rise from the ashes, little one, The voice calls in a whisper of wind and crackling fire, There is need of you, yet.

As the voice fades and the world of the waking returns to you, you are greeted with the sounds of faint bustling and the bounce of wooden wheels on stone or the sight of Upper Nuren's winding streets and open squares. A cloud passes by slowly near one of the stone pathway ledges and the sounds of nearby Touched and Remnants at work or leisure filter through the calm, cool air.

Whatever you had previously been wearing or carrying has been replaced. You might now find yourself garbed in a cloth tunic, pants or shorts, robe, dress or skirt, and sandals or boots if you wore clothing. A sash around your shoulders or a belt at your waist contains a small but weighted purse of gold coins, enough to acquire some materials, new clothing or food from the market and craftsmen in the city.

Current Scions:
With the temperature and weather taking such a drastic turn into winter, there are some acclimation issues to be expected. There is the normal scramble for warmer clothing, heating charms, and making certain the stores are full enough for the winter.

However, it seems an illness is also spreading with the cooler weather. The citizens of Nuren assure the Scions this is nothing new and nothing to concern themselves over, however it can be noted that this particular strain of the cold seems to be targeting Scions. It's possible they are more susceptible because of their newness to Osaaru and they haven't built up an immunity. There are a few Scholars that suggest this particular bug is drawn in by magic.

Infected Scions may experience a spike in magic that is somewhat uncontrollable. Ever sneezed flames? Or whatever your element is. It may be advisable to take cover in your caves to avoid causing damage to those around you. Or don't. Whatever you do, the illness should pass in a few days.
The Heart of Nuren
After waking, a pull starts from within your chest, growing stronger with each passing moment until it becomes the only focus. It tugs insistently once, then twice. A need to follow the pull curls around and through you, urging you toward a wide and torch lit staircase that leads down into the heart of the mountain. The steps are wide and sturdy, and the further down them you travel, the clearer the call becomes until you can almost hear it.

At the bottom of the steps, the large cavern beneath the city is revealed. The floor beneath your feet is warm to the touch, and the magic in the air calms your mind and fills you with a strange sense of safety and peace. No magic or harm can be done within the cavern. The cavern's floor is covered in circles of runes carved into the stone that surround small depressions in varying sizes, from a coffee cup's rim to that of a small circular table. Some of the depressions contain dormant dragon eggs of various colors, shapes and sizes. The runes surrounding them glow faintly with a magical light. Only the Scion who is bonded to the dragon within the egg can pass the runes.
Upper and Lower Nuren
Once you emerge from the cavern, the strange spell that fell over you fades. The bond between you and your egg or hatchling remains but your command of your own decisions and actions return and you are now free to explore, question and move about.

The streets of Upper Nuren are sparsely populated with Remnants, Touched and other scions with their eggs or dragons. Questioning any of the citizens leads to a variety of answers. You are a Scion of the Great Beasts. You were brought to the city from the ashes of time and space by the Great Phoenix known as Benra and the Great Serpent known as Mouros.

Pressing for more information will reveal that there are five Great Beasts. They are Benra the Phoenix, Chelba the Stone Giant, Renzu the Griffin, Mouros the Serpent, and Lysheu the Chimera. They are said to represent Mortality, Order, Knowledge, Time, and Chaos.

You are in the great Mountain City known as Nuren, and its people are the last remaining vestige of civilization on this wild and dangerous planet. The Touched and the Remnants share an alliance and work together to keep the city protected and its citizens alive and fed. According to these citizens of Nuren, you are here to help them defend the city, unite the remaining races and restore balance to the elements.

Soon after the first Scions awake, the city begins to buzz with the news and gossip that more scions have arrived. The curious and braver citizens make their way to Upper Nuren to get a look, and the rumors spread like wildfire through the city that Benra has come again.
Outer Nuren
Although those rumors make their way to Outer Nuren, the citizens there show far less interest in making the long trek up to Upper Nuren. With winter finally setting in properly, the temperature is warmer near the water and the citizens of Outer Nuren would rather preserve their heat than travel up the mountain.

The taverns fill with activity and warmth of those seeking evening entertainment and company. In the markets there is a push of people buying warm winter clothing and wood and charms to warm their persons and abodes. Many very skilled enchanters are taking advantage of the sudden turn in weather and the panicking of procrastinators to move a lot of inventory.
Evening
When night settles on the city, the taverns, inns and squares fill with curious citizens hoping to meet the new Scions or catch a glimpse of the Scions they have already managed to glimpse a few times before. Food and hot drinks are offered freely, as well as blankets to guard against the cool night air.

The night sky fills with beautiful displays of magic from the Fire, Light and Energy Mages, the Osaaru equivalent of fireworks, though far quieter. Several Scholars in bright and colorful robes can be found approaching the new scions and older ones alike, offering to tell them more about the city, Osaaru and the Great Beasts. Mages of similar garb guide scions to the cavern homes, and help where they can in making the scions more comfortable.

Small comforts of food, pillows, decorative crafts and other small tokens are offered to visible Scions by the citizens of Nuren in hopes of earning their favor and friendship.
Notes
Please direct Introduction questions to the Plotting Post Q&A
As a Reminder: Bahemait is not one of the Great Beasts openly discussed or mentioned by the Citizens of Nuren who believe the Great Dragon is little more than an old legend.

We would also like to emphasize that the Spirit energy within every resurrected character is required to use all magic in Osaaru, even that which is brought from their own world. The drain of powerful or excessive use of magic will lead to exhaustion.
thedrama: (Like I care.)

[personal profile] thedrama 2016-12-04 02:40 am (UTC)(link)


The dragon pounced on the pastry even before it hit the ground, holding it in his hand-like forepaws as he wolfed it eagerly down. Shego regarded the entire spectacle with what might have been amusement if she wasn't busy just looking tired. Her dragon's eyes shifted to the jar as it changed hands, though he quickly lost interest when he couldn't smell what was in it.

"He likes fruit. Honey's a good idea, dough. All this sneezing is going to be burder on my throat."
brand_of_disgrace: (Care to say that again? Only...saner?)

[personal profile] brand_of_disgrace 2016-12-04 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"It's alright. He could've asked, though." Julian huffed, but didn't actually seem too irritated. The pastry had just looked and smelled delicious. "But yeah. Get that down your throat and it should at least solve one problem. Feel better, 'kay?"
herbalsupplements: (this is how it is)

[personal profile] herbalsupplements 2016-12-04 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Stop Dragon My Heart Around

If you're very lucky (or, let's be real, very unlucky), you might run into a yet dragon-less new arrival, a tall Japanese redhead who's probably a boy but pretty enough to be a girl and glaring daggers either way. This is Kurama, confused and angry and distressed, trying to reel himself in enough to question likely-looking people until he can determine whether this really is a different world. (Or until he's called to claim his dragon, whichever comes first.)

Congratulations! The next likely-looking person is you.

Upper & Lower Nuren

With no one but a tiny, red-furred dragon holding him back, it takes little time for Kurama to find his way back out of the cavern and start questioning the locals on everything he can think of. The internal consistency of the answers he receives is frustratingly indicative of his being in another world, so he moves on to shopping. It takes surprisingly little time to find a coat he likes and a scarf Melanthios consents to be carried in, and then there's not much left to do but explore and figure out where they'll be staying the night.

For now, though, Kurama is hungry, and Melanthios seems to be as well, so Kurama sits down somewhere out of the way, reaches into his hair, and pulls out--a bunch of red grapes? A bunch of red grapes. This is not the kind of magic some random new scion would know how to do, so feel free to question him while he's feeding his dragon.

Wildcard

[Something else! I'm braindead, let's make it work. I'll match format if you prefer brackets.]
thedrama: (Oh no.)

[personal profile] thedrama 2016-12-04 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Sdolen food albays tastes better, though."

She managed a brief impish grin before another sneeze interrupted her. This time it caused a nearby barrel of rainwater to roil and shape itself into blades that cut through the wood, allowing itself to drain out through the new holes.

"Ugh. I should be fine in a couple days. It's just a cold..a bagic cold, but whateber."
brand_of_disgrace: (Defiant little shit.)

[personal profile] brand_of_disgrace 2016-12-04 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
It was a sign of either indifference or sheer stupidity that Julian only stared at the escaping water. He glanced at the stranger, expression unreadable.

"Um... You might want to get some sleep, ma'am."

It reminded him of when one of the patrons at Wisp had given Crash a flower. The bouncer had sneezed and knocked a wall down with his lightning; Leo had blamed Julian for it. Water wasn't lightning, but both could potentially destroy wood.

"And... Be careful?"
dancermai: (...what)

Upper & Lower Nuren

[personal profile] dancermai 2016-12-04 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
That most certainly did catch her attention. Well, firstly, it was the bright red hair that caught her attention so she had been watching him for a short while. In Mai's arms were her own little red dragon that she was too scared to let go of. Right now, he was still the size of a little cat having just hatched and she worried he would wander away and disappear. Though, a little of her worries were pushed away by curiosity and she quietly moves towards this redhead, the little dragon trailing after her.

"Um.... you keep food in your hair?"
mithrarin: (look away)

[personal profile] mithrarin 2016-12-04 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Problem is, he doesn't discriminate. It's politeness with him."

Skyship did seem to be the friendliest of dragons, leaning his head slightly into his Scion's fond pat. Dust, for his own part, regarded the woman cautiously till that tension drained out of her. Once it did, he relaxed in turn.

"You're new."
thedrama: (Like I care.)

[personal profile] thedrama 2016-12-04 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't call me ma'am, it's Shego."

She wiped her nose again, giving the broken barrel a look of tired annoyance.

"And I'll be fine. Just batch where you're going, you're lucky I don't habe the energy to be broperly annoyed."
brand_of_disgrace: (But Mr. S... All he does is WATCH me.)

[personal profile] brand_of_disgrace 2016-12-04 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine. Shego. My name's Julian." He could tell she wasn't the kind of person who might be interested in making friends with him, but being moderately polite was the least he could do. "And I will, thanks. Consider the honey a peace offering, then."
thedrama: (Yeah I'm listening.)

[personal profile] thedrama 2016-12-04 03:51 am (UTC)(link)


"Borks for me. And your snack deems to habe Riptide pretty happy, too."

The dragon in question stared up at Julian and flicked a forked tongue out to lick a smear of jam off his nose. It was pretty clear he was hoping someone would produce some more food for him.
brand_of_disgrace: (But something doesn't add up.)

[personal profile] brand_of_disgrace 2016-12-04 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice to meet you too, Riptide." There was something endearing about the troublemaker. Any remaining resentment Julian may have been able to hold onto slipped away. "I'll try to always carry a treat in case I bump into you again." Then, a bit sheepishly, he added to Shego, "Not literally, of course."
tsuyuirihero: (-3-)

C FOR C O L D S

[personal profile] tsuyuirihero 2016-12-04 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[What a day indeed. Tsuyu's dragon is at home-curled in blankets and pillows and delightful warmth, just as he ought to be. Tsuyu herself is rather heavily bundled too-not that it means much for the slouching squirt of a teen, and she sniffles as she goes about finishing her evening walk. Shopping has been done for the day, but fishing is best at this time of night, and cold or not, she needs to get enough that her dear partner can actually eat properly.

The only trouble is-
]

Hff...hh...HHAAA-CH!

[A large blast of wind cuts across the ocean, causing small waves of water to part in opposite directions-if not for the absence of any vessel, it would be like a motorboat had suddenly taken off a few meters away from the other.

That's far from it however, and as much as Tsuyu blinks a few times at the gale that just came out of her nose, she decides it's better to focus on getting a handkerchief out so she can wipe her frigid and sore nose.

Snfff.
]
crownlessbluebird: (Thinking)

[personal profile] crownlessbluebird 2016-12-04 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
There's now more amusement then tension as she watches the interaction. That more then anything helps as compared to the dragons back home it is only general physical characteristics that seemed to be shared. That amusement translating in her ear wings fluffing out from being held close to her head. Almost like a dog perking its ears up.

"Then he has manners many others would not even realize are qualities in which to utilize."

She only realizes a moment likely too late that such could be considered rude by some to point out and bows her head a bit in apology.

"I guess that my uncertainty shines out for any to realize I am not of this land. Well met to the both of you. I am Gwendolyn of Ragnanival."
crownlessbluebird: (over the shoulder)

[personal profile] crownlessbluebird 2016-12-04 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"It is a hard thing to maintain if one does not have something they truly wish to fight for, as well as to be easily twisted to serve an agenda. Perhaps all that was needed was a spark to find it within your land and people."

It's hard to imagine an entire city lacking honor, even with all she has seen and also done. Then again her views are also a bit skewed at times as she tilts her head a bit at his small gestures before answering his latest question.

"...There has been conflict spanning an entire generation over a prize, a prize that turned out to be an item best left buried in the sands of its first ruined kingdom. Even without the war, my land has always been about strength and battle long before my father unified the various tribes into one nation. Is your land one of peace or open warfare? Or is it simmering in a mixture of both?"
brand_of_disgrace: (Watch me work.)

[personal profile] brand_of_disgrace 2016-12-04 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
The king.

The words flashed in Julian's mind, a stern reminder, but his conversation with Gwendolyn distracted him from it.

"My land... Mmh. There was a war, a long time ago, and the world hasn't really been the same since. Paragon City's pretty much all that's left, and it's... Fairly lawless. Gang wars, and a mess of people caring too much about people who are wealthy or attractive and not enough about things like knowledge and medicine and life itself."

He hoped he sounded as bitter as he felt.
crownlessbluebird: (Make my pledge)

Evening

[personal profile] crownlessbluebird 2016-12-04 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
The fireworks had only gained a passing moment of notice as they were compared to Ragnanival's ever spinning starry sky and found it lacking in her mind. Instead she soon finds herself entering a tavern that she had been pointed to and weaved herself carefully through the crowd of patrons coming and going. Her wings, both on hips and head may have only gotten a few looks especially as her egg was safely tucked away in a pouch under said wings.

This likely is why she's able almost make it to the counter without anyone stopping her, until she pauses on her own as Doubloon is noticed and the aborted flare of wings is smoothed down almost as quickly as they had raised up. She had not expected to see the dragon there, and that movement may draw a few eyes as she stiffly finishes the trek to the counter. The words to the most senior staff currently there also likely confirming her newness as she inquires about gaining income via bringing in fresh meat from kills and asking for confirmation on any unusual stock she should look out for. All before turning and giving a small bow to Scrooge, but mostly Doubloon.

"Forgive me if my business was in anyway disruptive to your evening."
crownlessbluebird: (Concern)

[personal profile] crownlessbluebird 2016-12-04 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
The frown is mostly of her attempting to understand the mindset he is painting. Yes many would fall to greed and vanity and violence as her land had plenty of such in its past and present, but even then they had come together when it was needed to make certain their survival.

"I do not wish to claim any familiarity with that of you speak as you are the one to witness such, and I only a listener of your tale. Yet, it feels as if nothing is there to bind them and direct even if such is a common enemy that threatens enough that the ones locked away in gilded cages could not ignore."

She had no love for those who hid away from the world either through greed or fear. Though she shakes her head at where this had all ended up.

"Forgive me, for bringing such talks into being when you likely did not wish to recount such when you had approached me."
mithrarin: (smile)

[personal profile] mithrarin 2016-12-04 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dust." Still wasn't good at giving introductions, after all this time. "And this is Skyship. It's -- not that you're uncertain. I've just been here a while. You're the third wave... or fourth, depending on if you count just two Scions, months ago, as the first one or not. Two months ago there were a few of us. A month ago, even more. Now..."

Now it was a pattern. Would this happen every month? New Scions emerging from nothing to claim dragon eggs, right up until -- something happened? Who knew what.
petrifiedshadow: (014)

C.

[personal profile] petrifiedshadow 2016-12-04 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Starflight wasn't too keen on spending time on the beaches after his last encounter with the Beast Hunters, but he had been trying to find Tsunami all day, and the ocean was the most likely place to track down a SeaWing. The black dragon had been prowling around the docks for a while, trying to pick up her scent and occasionally calling out her name. So far he hadn't had much luck. Most people had gone back to the city by now, but hearing someone nearby, he turned toward the speaker, calling out.

"Excuse me. You wouldn't happened to have seen a big, blue dragon with curved horns and glowing scales around here, have you? She may have been swimming in the water earlier, with a small hatchling dragon." His own hatchling was draped along the back his neck, her small head poking out over the bandages across his eyes and face.
brand_of_disgrace: (Who's the fucker now~?)

[personal profile] brand_of_disgrace 2016-12-04 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, it's fine." He smiled warmly, unfazed by the dreary turn their conversation had taken. "You're the first of your kind I've ever met, so technically, I'm the one who started it, right? But you're right. I always like to think our world will come together, someday. I feel like I've read a story about a king who united all our people. Maybe an old myth, or a fairy tale." He shrugged. It gave him a headache to think about it.

"Either way, everyone's always fighting each other, and no one likes anyone but their own group, their own family. So we have no common enemies. Not really. I'd say a common enemy would help, but... I suppose, better the evil you know than the evil you don't, right?"
crownlessbluebird: (Concern)

[personal profile] crownlessbluebird 2016-12-04 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't seemed bothered by the blunt introduction, more focused on what he mentions about waves and what people have happily told as gospel when asked about why they were here.


"With how large that which houses the eggs of these companions, and how many still remain unclaimed...there perhaps will be more to come as time goes by then."

It's not hard to come to the same conclusion as Dust is thinking when it's laid out like that. Which makes her wonder just what it is they are being brought and chained to this world for, even though she does not say such out loud in case Skyship takes offense.

"If one is to believe that which is passed as common knowledge amidst those here, a price is likely to be paid at some point for our being the ones allowed to be brought here. Gods do not give out favors or create Chosens if there is not something in which they are wanting from those they...bless."

If her voice sounds a bit too knowing and resigned she doesn't really notice as she talks.

"Rare is it that one does something for nothing, or to give aide to those who have nowhere else in which to go without using that gratitude in some way. "
herbalsupplements: (but of course!)

[personal profile] herbalsupplements 2016-12-04 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Kurama looks up to see who's addressing him, tightening his grip on Melanthios (and that really is a mouthful, he'll have to shorten it down) just enough to keep him from overeating while Kurama's attention is divided. "I like to be prepared. Would you like some?" He asks this out of practicality more than kindness: the girl has a dragon in her arms, marking her as another of these Scions he's supposed to be and therefore in the same boat. If their presence here is part of an elaborate hoax after all, that means she'll need to be freed, and if their situation is legitimate he'll need allies.

His face, however, gives none of this away. As far as anyone looking at him is concerned, he's just smiling pleasantly with grapes in one hand and dragon in the other.
mithrarin: (outstretched hand)

[personal profile] mithrarin 2016-12-04 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Scions and their dragons will serve some purpose on this world. That's unquestionable. But... it isn't as if we have no choice." His voice, generally intense as a rule, grew a shade more so. Now they were getting into important matters -- and Dust held no qualms about being direct. Whoever the Scions are, they were all here for a reason. All chosen to serve a duty. And, some might say, not given a choice.

Dust understood this very well.
moneymatters: (Here's the verdict.)

[personal profile] moneymatters 2016-12-04 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Doubloon had been watching curiously, and her head came up and back at the flare of wings, startling her. She scurried around to the other side of the stool and peeked out again, then looked up when she noticed her Scion was glaring down at her. It didn't seem to phase her much because she was right back to watching the other curiously, edging forward some.

Noting his dragon's attention also drew Scrooge's around, though he eyed her a bit more discreetly. That attention sharpened at her inquiries, and finally turned fully her way when the two of them were addressed. Doubloon, on being the one more focused on, came out a bit more and sniffed experimentally.

"'Twas no trouble at all." A light look of speculation. "Gettin' your bearings?"
tookforgranite: in a ditch. (It was a great idea until we got stuck)

Natsumi Kuzuryu | Will match format!

[personal profile] tookforgranite 2016-12-04 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
A; New Arrivals

[It's kind of weird, being on the side of new arrivals where she isn't the one fumbling around in clothes that aren't hers with an egg she has no idea what to do with. Weird but nice, something she could get used to. She would much rather be lost as little as possible.

Natsumi doesn't want to treat them like the locals do; treating them like some kind of sideshow excitement, approaching them with more hospitality than strictly necessary, the whole "you're a scion now" shebang. But she did find herself wandering the streets, eyes peeled for them anyway. There are people she's hoping will show up, and others she wants to know are here before they find her.

While her dragon is still on the smaller side, clearly young with the way it's curled up around her shoulders and looking at everyone and everything that passes with wide, curious eyes she's not new herself. And she carries herself as if she knows the place. She won't turn away anyone that needs a little help or direction.]


B; Around Nuren

Eibitsuki-hime, cut it out.

[It's a stern reprimand given to a squeaking, fidgeting dragon who is very clearly tired of the wandering they're doing. The young one spotted something she wanted a few stalls back as they perused the shops in the cliff-side market and hadn't stopped whining about it since.]

I told you I can't afford that. You're going to have to get over it.

[She was determined to teach her companion right after some of the shit her brother was saying about her a little while back. No discipline? Fuck that! She's got more discipline than he and Peko put together. Totally. And she's definitely going to show them.

Except Eibitsuki has a much different idea in mind as she starts to squirm down her scion's arm in an attempt to get down. The blonde carefully pries her off and sets her on the ground, thinking maybe she's just tired of riding around, but it's clear that's not the case as the dragon takes off running.]


H-hey, wait!! Dammit, don't run off like that without me!

[She was so uncoordinated when she hatched a few weeks ago how did she get so fast?? There's a chance that a black dragon will whizz past you, running close to the ground, maybe even slip around your feet in an attempt to lose her scion. Said scion won't be too far behind, offering some apologies as she fails to worm through the crowd as easily...hopefully she manages to go around you rather than run flat into you.]

C; Closed to Cavemates; 12/04 - 12/06

["It's just a cold," they said. "It's nothing to worry about," they said. That was a load of bullshit if she'd ever heard any and no less than an hour into this "cold" she was already regretting not dressing a little more warmly for the season.

This was after freaking out over her symptoms and being worried that maybe she was dying first. Last time she recalled being sick it didn't include parts of her body becoming shadow-like and intangible whenever she sneezed. Nor did coughing come with thick, black smog spilling out every time she opened her mouth. It was extremely disconcerting (and painful, as far as the coughing was concerned.)

She's since gotten over that, however, and has been set up in Fuyuhiko's room (the former heir having set up a hammock for himself in the corner so that she wouldn't be stuck sleeping in her own). Visitors are always welcome it's not like he's got a door to keep them out. And it'd probably do her some good. Most of the time she's just sitting up in his bed, propped up with some pillows and grumbling about how awful magic is. Eibitsuki-hime is laying nearby, just trying to sleep this secondhand fatigue off...]

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