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So, this is Icy. I didn't originally want to make another charrie because Icicle Soul is such a main charrie but…oh well…
I added a Clan (is this ok? Please let me know!) and a section of the Fairy World underground-Leya'Fa. Please let me know if this isn't okay.
Frost'Dulon Clan is a clan of fairies that live in cold climates….and where snow carpets the ground by Fairies magic. Crystal flowers glow there, and flash gorgeous crystaline light. No plants are normal-all crystaline. They shine their colors (usually a pale blue) very dimly, but beautifully nontheless, and faceted as if some godly jewler had polished them. It has a small outside area and is at the top of the hill where the waterfall is on.
The Fae there speak a language called Elfinyie (Elf-in-yee) that consists of ALLOT of vowels, but some speak basic Fae. There's a saying called "Saying hard as Kuh" which basically means that they speak words with lots of consanants (the harder the consanant sound the worse the word is, and the more consanants the worse).
So, yeah? Is that Ok?
Oh, and one more thing…. Frost'Dulon opposes dragons.
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I am fine with people creating their own Clans.
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"Fei! Wake up!!" My little sister, Lotheira'TuFrey squealed. "Call me by my reall name and I will…." I grumble. "Feiya!" She said. I opened my eyes and snatched my Ice Gem up, strung it on it's pendant, threw it on, and flew up. You see, I only have wings when I'm wearing my pendant…long story. "Feiya'TuFrey!!!-" (she was calling me by my full name because she was mad) my Mother screamed. "Get to the Town Hall!!! NOW!!!!" I put on a dress-(made of pale blue flower petals)-and my hunting jacket (made of leaves), and my hunting boots (also made of leaves) and ran downstairs.
You see, by the age of 16 (in Fae years) you are a member of the community. However, some Faes who are 20 (in Fae years, again. The age to leave home) choose never to leave their family behind. (Again, let me know if this is OK!)
I run downmushrooms to the table and grab my breakfast. "Mom, what is it?" I asked. "A rumor.." She whispered.
"A rumor of dragons."
I dropped my breakfast nut with a thud. I had to get to the council now…this did not bode well.
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I channel the power of the dragon, becoming stronger. If the clans oppose me, let them feel my fire.
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I stood the border between the Icelands and the lyte forests, the lyte bespeckling the trees illuminating the way before me. A deep cold river brimming with ice that would soon evelope the the flow. I transfigured. The blue green feathers melting into blurred silver skin. The creature of the elders choosing.
The lyte forest brimming the Icelands' border were harvested by the oceanaowls. The creatures who's back was marked with the silver streak of lyte. Only those of such a mark were chosen for the harvesting of the precious substance. However lyte was only used for standard uses such as lamps and simple spells. The appearance of lyte varied though much of it resembled blue marbles. There were other times when lyte resembled smoke, writhing upwards in whispy tendrils. There were still rare times when those who searched found lyte dancing about itself sometimes in the form of small creatures or fae. Those were my favorite. I had never seen one but my grandfather told stories of a time when such lytes were common. I had promised myself if I ever was given the opportunity of seeing such a lyte I would take it as my own. That thought warmed me.
I wrapped a shåiräi about myself, without a shåiräi an oceanaowl would die as the temperature around the lyte forest was known to drop under freezing. Though deadly to me and my family it was the only region the lyte forest could produce and thrive. I was going through the Icelands to bargain with the faes of Frost'Dulan as the elders had told me they might be a god start for a learner such as me. Only those who were giving proper training were allowed to bargain with the other tribes as lyte falling into the wrong hands could cause harm to us the oceanaowls.
I lifted the satchel brimming with lyte close to myself and transformed into a blue green eel. Follow the river was my command, I would follow it.
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I hope that doesn't sound op. But if it does tell me and I'll change something.
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Greetings, Fæ. The land itself is polluted, and we know the cause. SailHaven. We will make sure it burns, and the fire shall clense the land. We must be strong. Any clan may join me.
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Fire doesn't cleanse. It only destroys…but this…SailHaven sounds like it would pollute…
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SailHaven will not polute!! The city floats in the sky for petes sake!! You guys are under ground! SailHaven is in real danger!
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I fly over the snowy village. As I fly, howeaver, the inhaditants ready themselfs for a fight. I hastily fly out.
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NAME:Keavi Spract'm
SPECIES: Elemental Nymph
JOB/TITLE: None
APPEARANCE: Small and whispy, with pointed ears and a blueish hue to her skin. Wide deep blue eyes, and blond blue hair.
PERSONALITY: Quiet, but loves the water. Best at mind games.
HOME: Kaualutin, Oceanus
MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: The kelp forest
FRIEND OR MENTOR: Junip, her best friend
ENEMY OR RIVAL: The tribes enemy, the Kraken, which she will fight when she grows older
FAVORITE POSSESSION OR OBJECT: Shark tooth necklace
MOTTO OR FAVORITE SAYING: Have fun, get wet
STRENGTHS: Very good at elemental magic, and is the strongest water fae in her class
WEAKNESSES: She can't, like all aquanymphae, survive very long without water. She is deathly afraid of fire
BACKGROUND: Regular aquanymphae, her mother is the chief scribe in the council, so she knows her way around the capital -
I stand in the council, worried. "Dragons….with their fire." The council leader said. "They could easily oppose us…." He whispered. "The Necromancers use Dragons as their symbols…They are evil and can defeat us."
I sigh and finger my quiver of arrows that I had strapped to my back. "Council Ley'Tu, please…it's fine." I say with a smile. "No Dragon could get past my arrows, Fae Dragon OR normal sized." My mother stands up and rushes forward. "Fei…." She says. "Feiya formally." I say quietly. "Fei, go use your arrows or something. We have buisness to discuss, this is no place for a child." Mother says gently and softly.
I storm out of the council room. I'm 16! Not in Human Years, but still! I'm no child! I storm off through the narrow opening to a little enclousure that we made outside of the underground. It sits right next to the river, and quietly babbles. It's not enough to calm me down, though. I sit on a flower-outside of underground flowers are so weird!-and sigh, kicking my feet. The Faes cut the grass with Ice Shards, so there's no forest feel anymore….I shoot an arrow out onto a rock. It sticks in DEEP (all I can see is the end of the arrow) and I hear a wail of pain. "Something peirced my back!" The rock is but one in a cliff wall, and suddenly it swings aside without a creak to reveal-Necronomicons! Well, Necromancers.
I recognize their looks immediately-dark robes made of black cloth, a ceremonial sword on their back, a sacrificial dagger (woe to the Fae who stumbles apon one) strapped to their belt (a LEATHER belt. How did they get that?!), and a staff. I gasp and stumble back towards Leya'Fa, notching an arrow in my bow as I scramble backwards. I let it fly and it is cut out of the air by one of them, a tall, graceful woman with violet eyes, red wings, and thick, bushy black hair. She smiles triumphantly.
I've almost made it to the clan when I trip, and that's when a net falls on me and I am dragged through the hole in the wall…into the Necromancer's lair.
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I'm tangled. Hopelessly trapped in a net while the Necromancers decide what to do with me. "…Sacrifice? Or a Slave?" The woman from before mused. I struggle to keep focus and not cry.
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"We thought she had ran away until we found this!" My mother wailed, holding up two halves of an arrow. The council members remained silent. Eron'TuRey, the wisest man in our village, inspected it. "It has been cut by a dark sword." He announced. Mother gulped, hoping I hadn't been cut by a dark sword.
"Do you have anything that was precious to her?" He asked. My sister gave him a toy I used to love. He inspected if, then announced, "The connection has been severed by dark magic. I can't tell if she's dead or alive."
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I look down at the fæ in a net. I swoop down and slice the net with my sword. Wait, is this a frost fæ? Oh no.
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(Could I know how you got inside of the cave/hideout place before I continue the story? I just want to know, for details.)
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I fly at the netrance to the cave, letting my dragon's fiery breath warp the stone. I run in, slicing at zombies…
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Huh?
The stone is melting, turning into molten goo…The ceiling's melting right above me. I scream and try to wiggle out of the net, but it doesn't work…And then something flies in….a fae! On a….
Oh. my. gosh.
A dragon. Is he another necromancer!? Probably not-he's slicing at the zombie minions and then he swoops towards me, cutting away the net! What!? HOW!? I quickly roll out of the net and throw the rest of the cords at a necromancer with skilled aim, tangling his feet and tripping him. I quick duck behind a rock and scoop up a peice of gravel (a tiny spec by human standards, but not to me!), and my eyes go wide as I look at a necromancer-that woman, aiming her dagger to throw at the fae. I toss the peice onto her blade…and it clatters off. But she's been distracted.
She storms over to my hiding place and I quick turn my head, looking around for any exit points. There's a arch in the rock to my left (my left when I put my back against the rock)….and I think I'd be able to make it…if I made a scramble when she had JUST got here…but then the timing…Yes, I could make it! I waited untill she was right on me, holding her dagger with poise, and then I ran towards the archway as she stabbed into midair.
I duck under the archway and enter the room, but trip on a sword, sliding into a stick that is stuck into a rock. It's a lever! I pull it and stone appears in the archway, sealing it. "Yes!" I squeal. This must be the loot room…items are hung up everywhere. There's my bow and arrows! I quick grab them, and then my necklace. Putting it on, I have wings again….
And a flying archer fairy is not something you want to fight.
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Sorry that I'm jumping in.
I hear the word about dragons I freak out.I fly as quick as my ice blue wings can carry me to the town hall.I brust thruogh the doors oh gosh every one is looking at me.I quickly slip in to the corner and every one goes back to normal the i see a fae holding a bow for the wisest fae in the land.he says He says that he doesn't know if she dead or not. I think who is she?……
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All I need to do is move these stones aside, and I'll be free! Push…push…shove…
Meanwhile…
"Xigiyi…" My mother says. "Feiya was just an ordinary girl.." She buries her face in her hands, sobbing.
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It had been several days. Most of the time I had been in eel form as that was the safest route to avoid snowstorms created by the fae's magic. Yet on clear days I made the journey on wing, watching the land beneath me unravel.
And that's how it was till the Iceland's ended. At first I thought the green grass beneath me was some sort of pocket the fae's magic hadn't reached. But it went on. And on. And on.
I went down to a small clump of trees to think. Had I passed Frost'dulan? I couldn't have, I had followed the river just as grandfather had told me.
I could backtrack but that would cost time, my best choice was to keep going. I sighed and twirled back into the sky, catching an updraft before separating from the river.
It was dangerous, but if I wanted to make progress it was the only way. Those who had not heard of lyte may be more willing to bargain for a solemn price. Hopefully.
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Oh I thought it's Feiya. Then I gulp not Feiya I thought i like her I have to go fing her I fly out of the town hall following the stomped foot prints in the snow….
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I follow the foot prints in the snow they take me to a outside enclousure with a river near by it.When I see where it stops I get puzzled where in the world could she be.suddenly a chunk of ice breaks off of the side of the river it talks to me.I hear what happened to her .I start to think fast….
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oh did I forget to tell you I can speak to ice and it can speak to me.
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