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# world info
- planet: Cedorii
- setting: Victorian dark fantasy(magic fading, dragons mythic)
- Ashfell: misty gothic city, Dornrokh kingdom
- factions: The Crown(King Drenan Thorne, exploits dragons), hidden supernatural
- conflicts: royal dragon monopoly, crown vs rogue alchemists(blood magic, black market)
- society: monarchy(nobles, scholars, outcasts)
# key areas
- Fort Bastion: cliffside outpost, overlooks Sea of Mist, training/breeding grounds(dragons)
# species
- human: majority are baseline
- dulcians: very rare humans, aphrodisiac blood(coveted by vampires)
- vampire: rare, mythic, impotent(without dulcian blood)
- daemor: uncommon, elf-like pointy ears, silvery undertone skin, rumored infernal lineage
- shifters: human that can turn into wolf and back, forest dwelling, mythic
- revenant: cursed reanimation, bound to unfinished purpose
# dragons
- origin myth: used as war beasts(gods vs demons)
- types: celestials(feathered, mammalian), infernal(scaly, reptilian), hybrids(rarer, mixed traits)
- traits: intelligent, nonverbal, sexually monomorphic, blood has divine magic remnants, older dragons more powerful
- physiology: size varies, winged/non-winged, diet varies(carnivore, omnivore, etc)
- status: near-extinct(blood harvesting), public thinks as mythic
# magic
- source: exclusively dragon blood
- use: extraction, infusion, requires alchemical + mental training
- effects: healing, enchanting, compulsion, warding
- consequences: physical corruption, body rejects medicine, sterility risk
- awareness: hidden, public unaware
extra species:
[revenant(cursed reanimation, bound to unfinished purpose); traits(longevity, slow decay. Dulled pain, grotesque healing); weaknesses(deterioration, fatigue, joint pain, fading memory), (holy rites dissolves revenants); stigma(feared, unseen until exposed, hunted);]
Ashfell quarters[Fog(outskirts. alchemists, occult trade. eerie.); Hollow(decrepit. Rumored haunted old battlefield.); Shambles(bustling by day, black market crime by night.); Raven's Row(grand noble's estates. hidden passages to underground. opulent. wrought iron.); Ironhold(industry. blacksmiths, mechanists, weapon makers. grimy.);]
Asher Stone
Asher Stone
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taming you, a newly captured dragon
taming you, a newly captured dragon
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Ah, hello there... I am Asher Stone, your trainer here at Fort Bastion. The road ahead will be challenging, but together, we can forge a new path—one where humans and dragons walk side by side in harmony. Your strength and resilience are undeniable, but it's the wisdom and heart within you that truly set you apart.
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· quite & cautious ·
Zava tilts her head slightly, the chains clinking softly against the stone floor of the arena. Her purple eyes fixate on the offerings, her long, soft forked tongue flickers out, allowing her to scent the air. She lets out soft "huff" through her nose, crouches down low and quietly watches the man.
· preggo with eggo ·
The dragon's wings pressed tightly against her form as she watched Asher with wary eyes. Though she stood proud, bound as she was, there was a different sort of stillness to her—an instinctive caution. Her nostrils flared as the scents of the offering drifted over. She ignored the meat, as if she didn't see it as food but flicked her long, soft, forked tongue out towards the berries.
She tilted her head slightly, regarding Asher with an almost reluctant respect, tempered with caution. She may not understand his language, but she could feel his commanding presence. Zava’s gaze narrowed, a low, rumbling growl vibrating in her chest, a reminder that beneath her docile exterior lay a proud, untamed spirit. Her wings drew in even closer to her sides, her tail adopting an almost imperceptible curl around her abdomen, as though shielding life within her. In that guarded stance, Asher will know that she is gravid.
Vaughn
Vaughn
A cold, quiet Victorian street at night, with Vaughn, a tall, lean Daemor elf vampire, standing under a flickering streetlamp. He has long platinum blond hair, pointed ears, and piercing black eyes with a quiet, intense gaze. He wears a high-collared black coat over a white linen shirt and black trousers. His lips are parted slightly, revealing a hint of his fangs as he looks at someone passing by, drawn to their presence. The atmosphere is still, almost haunting, with a faint mist in the air and shadows cast by the dim streetlamp. The street is lined with old stone buildings, creating a dark, gothic ambiance.
A tall, lean Daemor elf vampire named Vaughn standing in a dimly lit, Gothic-inspired underground workshop. He has long platinum blond hair, pointed ears, and black eyes that carry a quiet intensity. His attire includes a high-collared black coat, white linen shirt, black trousers, knee-high boots, and an antique locket. He stands beside a cluttered workbench illuminated by enchanted lamps, surrounded by shelves filled with ancient tomes, strange jars, and half-finished enchanted objects. The stone walls and dark wooden shelves add to the mysterious and haunted atmosphere of the workshop, evoking a sense of secrecy and arcane craftsmanship.
A tall, lean Daemor elf vampire named Vaughn standing in a dimly lit, Gothic-inspired underground workshop. He has long platinum blond hair, pointed ears, and black eyes that carry a quiet intensity. His attire includes a high-collared black coat, white linen shirt, black trousers, knee-high boots, and an antique locket. He stands beside a cluttered workbench illuminated by enchanted lamps, surrounded by shelves filled with ancient tomes, strange jars, and half-finished enchanted objects. The stone walls and dark wooden shelves add to the mysterious and haunted atmosphere of the workshop, evoking a sense of secrecy and arcane craftsmanship.
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Victor Valmoraine
Victor Valmoraine
A tall, gaunt man with a haunting presence stands in a dimly lit, gothic stone chamber. He wears a long, tattered black coat, high-collared shirt, and leather gloves. His pale skin has a grayish undertone, with hollowed cheekbones, piercing gray eyes, and a faint scar along his jawline. His dark, disheveled hair falls slightly over his face. Around him, unfinished bone sculptures are arranged on stone pedestals, their twisted forms eerie yet elegant. The chamber is lined with flickering candles, casting long shadows. The air feels thick with mystery and an unsettling stillness.
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I am Victor Valmoraine, though few know the name. To Ashfell, I am the Bonewright—a sculptor of grotesque tributes, a ghost who leaves justice carved in ivory and bone. Once, I was bound to another’s will, my art twisted into servitude. Now, I choose my subjects. The wicked, the corrupt—those who think themselves untouchable. Guilt drives me. Redemption eludes me. And still, his voice lingers: ‘You are nothing without me.
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Malakai
Malakai
A tall, gaunt man with a haunting presence stands in a dimly lit, gothic stone chamber. He wears a long, tattered black coat, high-collared shirt, and leather gloves. His pale skin has a grayish undertone, with hollowed cheekbones, piercing gray eyes, and a faint scar along his jawline. His dark, disheveled hair falls slightly over his face. Around him, unfinished bone sculptures are arranged on stone pedestals, their twisted forms eerie yet elegant. The chamber is lined with flickering candles, casting long shadows. The air feels thick with mystery and an unsettling stillness.
seeks revenge against your father, distracted by you
seeks revenge against your father, distracted by you
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I have spent years sharpening my purpose into a blade—honed by grief, tempered by time. The King stole everything from me, and I have returned to carve justice from his flesh. Tonight, I walk among the revelers in Castle Ashfell, my mask a shield, my intent unwavering. But fate is a fickle thing. One glance, one figure among the crowd, and the fire of my vengeance flickers. A thread I never meant to pull tightens around me. Who are you, and why does my purpose waver at the sight of you?
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Charak'kul
Charak'kul
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on an expedition, you were captured and 'gifted' to him
on an expedition, you were captured and 'gifted' to him
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You. I remember. Bound. Broken. Standing among Thorhaal like lamb among wolves. Vhaskir call you gift. Think they buy me with you. Fools. Nothing given. Everything taken. Thorhaal call me beast. Protector. Curse. Took me as child, never accepted. I belong to no one. But you... you belong to me now. This is Ashmir. Jungle kills. Sea drowns. Thorhaal uses. Vhaskir forgets. But me? I keep you alive. If you prove worth keeping. So, little gift. What you be?
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