Recent content by Freya Thrakin

In an instant, the forest erupted into chaos. As Izerth's plume of flame illuminated the pressing darkness, what was once a mere silhouette turned into a vivid image. A towering figure, more of a twisted tree than anything resembling a creature, which loomed over them with an intense, burning...

As Oris soared over the scarred landscape, rivers of searing magma pouring forth from mounds of ash, Freya remained quiet. A silent rage filled her, a churning mass of flame that scorched her thoughts with a volatile fury. As she saw the rubble below her, ruins of yet another village barely...

"Ah, you speak the truth! To glide atop the winds grants one a certain perspective on life, in more ways than the obvious. I'd spend days soaring amongst the Eretejvan peaks, joining the clouds that passed before me. Having company makes it all the better," Oris replied joyfully as he soared...

Hey there, welcome back to the party!

Freya turned her gaze to the albino dragon, intently listening to his tale. She had to admit that, despite both being Dragon Keepers, she still didn't know much about Jormodo's past beyond the basics. Hearing the tales of one so old and wise was fascinating to her, even as a little girl. She...

Hey there, welcome!

Izerth Cyyrin Jormodo Weylin Kyrel The setting sun streamed through the clouds, painting the sky a beautiful and vast array of oranges and reds as it washed over them with its radiant light. Birds danced through the air, filling the air with their idle songs and calls as they flocked to one...

We may be dragon keepers, but we're 100% down with this hunt - or at least Ash and Freya are. You, sir, have my spear and my dragon.

The Nord stood, brushing away the soot from her knees as she shifted her gaze across the landscape. She saw keepers, new and old, discussing and conversing amongst themselves. She saw Umno descend next to Iliris, giving the young dragon a nod of greeting. Even as chaos threatened to break them...

The spiteful murmurings were barely heard, but Freya's head turned all the same to her companion. The trails of tears still marked their passage down her cheek, reminders of her weakness. A part of her felt almost embarrassed that she had allowed herself to show such emotion. She was meant to be...

The scent of ash and death hung heavy in the air among the ruined village. Wooden pillars had been turned to all but dust, flickering embers still alive within the desolation as smoke continued to trail into the cloudy sky. Shapes that looked all too humanoid and draconic dotted the landscape...

Freya grimaced, despite the assuring words. It was difficult to match up Ferelith's words of recovery when she seemed so ill, as though she was hanging onto a single thread. As Ferelith began to slip off, the Nord quickly turned around to grasp her arm and tugged her back. "Alright, don't get...

Of course, Oris can always make room for Izerth!

Not having our settlement get burned down by angry elders would certainly be a plus, yes. I'm personally more of a fan of Sheketh since caverns and caves feel a bit more fitting for dragons to live in (where else will we put our hoard?). It also still has the advantage of being pretty...

Freya, though she couldn't turn around fully, glanced back to see a sickened Ferelith. Her eyes fell to the putrid green wound, wincing as the viscous verdant liquid poured from her mouth. "Poison..." she repeated, racking her memories for any semblance of an idea for an antidote. It didn't...