#snowvinity

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🤍 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 snowvinity

— a gender that relates to ones identity of divine / mythos and snow, winter, and daintiness.

❄️ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 snowfairic

— a gender that relates to ones identity being a snow fairy

[ id (for snowvinity): an eleven striped flag. the third and ninth stripes are a bit thicker than the rest. the colors in order of top to bottom are dark grey, pale blue, teal, blue, dark blue, off white, dark blue, blue, teal, pale blue, dark grey. all flags are the same. / end id. ]

[ id (for snowfairic): an eleven striped flag. the third and ninth stripes are a bit thicker than the rest. the colors in order of top to bottom are blue, pale blue, teal, dusty blue, dark blue, off white, dark blue, dusty blue, teal, pale blue, blue. all flags are the same. / end id. ]

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Expedition Dracana is a wilderness survival horror fantasy campaign using the Fate Core and Horror Toolkit by Evil Hat. Episode 16 streamed live on Twitch 05/31/2019. MATERIAL COMPONENTS LINKS: - Site: https://ift.tt/2TWetAU - Twitch: https://ift.tt/2Q0xHQq - Instagram: https://ift.tt/2Yv3lKS - Twitter: https://twitter.com/MComponents - Discord: https://ift.tt/2TSH7D4 HEROES GUILD LINKS: - Site: https://ift.tt/2JfSy3G - Instagram: https://ift.tt/2TLv4Dw - Facebook: https://ift.tt/2YCPwtZ - Patreon: https://ift.tt/2TRYAvj CAST LINKS: - Josh (GM): https://ift.tt/2VR3syr - Taylor (Alexi): https://ift.tt/2tWHvlv - Hannah (Lhanji): Hannah is an internet ghost. - Daniel (Yiirik): https://ift.tt/2VMzJ9C - Eric (Asch): https://ift.tt/2tVrFaT - Keith (Firla): https://ift.tt/2VOUL7D All music played on this channel is supplied by our subscription to Syrinscape. It is licensed for use here under Creative Commons Attribution License 3.0. https://syrinscape.com/ EPISODE SUMMARY: The snowvine lay dead; torn to shreds at the feet of a white dragon who’s attention now shifted to the doorway that Ashe and Tessa slipped into. Meanwhile Lhanji sprinted to basecamp to alert the others. While the dragon tore at the threshold threatening collapse, they hustled to the pyramid and formed a plan to get everyone inside. Nearly everyone that is, for Naevius knew the best chance for Lady Vree to get inside unharmed was for him to act as bait. He poked, prodded, dodged, and dashed while the rest of the party slipped past. Eventually the dragon’s icy breath froze the swordsman’s leg and he was snatched up and devoured! Inside, the party delved into the mysterious structure. They found massive halls with the remnants of ancient grains, and other rooms with bizarre black liquid pools. Eventually they came to a central chamber in which stood a massive doorway - one that once supported a magical portal. Ashe worked to understand glyphs, runes, and artwork that adorned the ceiling, while the rest considered what they should do next. Eventually Ashe insisted that he could tell them more, but they must swear it to secrecy. All agreed, and Ashe produced a sealed letter and explained his membership in a secret society: the Order of the Crossed Keys. The letter, written by the loremaster Rohmanar, proposed an alternative history of the world. One in which the dragons were mere shepherds to man in the Age or Wyrmrule, serving far greater masters who ruled from a second moon that circled the planet. But the dragons revolted and united their voices together to shatter the moon and bring down the old gods. If this were true, the rings that wreath the planet are the ruins of the realm of the old gods, not the kingdom of the new ones! Now knowing the doorway once lead to a moon, they debated over whether to turn on the portal. But their adventurous natures and insatiable greed won out and they opened the gate to the unknown. Through the door they saw a view of the planet from the rings; the greatest treasure of all the world lay beyond. And they felt the impossible cold vacuum of the void of space pulling them through the gate! by Material Components

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[ToS Fic] Something No One Else Can

Summary: Colette had never been one to complain about anything, anyway, but these days she saw beauty in every inconvenience, large or small. [Colette + Lloyd + Genis + dork times in Flanoir]

My Secret Santa gift for @letmereachforthestars ! I was so glad for the chance to do something cute with these three, so I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it! <3 Hope you have a good holiday!

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“Getting low, Colette!”

“Right!” she called cheerfully. She quickly finished packing her latest lump of snow into a sphere and turned to the rest of her small inventory, a dozen fist-sized snowballs ready for throwing. Taking up two at a time, she tossed them underhanded, with care, towards the dip in the snowy ground that Lloyd had made.

“Me, too!” Genis called behind her.

She rotated on her knees and tossed two snowballs in his direction, as well, and took turns between him and Lloyd until her stock was empty. After that she set about making some more, glancing between her busy hands and the two boys in front of her. Lloyd was using a thick tree as cover while Genis crouched behind the low brick wall that sectioned off Flanoir’s small park, each of them hurling snowballs at the other as they hoped to land a hit.

Colette was on “ammo duty,” a role she was more than happy to fulfill, especially since it meant she could help both of them instead of having to go against them or choose a side. She hummed to herself as she worked, occasionally complimenting a throw or giggling when one of the boys overreacted. It was still daytime, but the sky was too overcast to allow any warmth from the sun. The faster she worked, the faster her breathing became and the more her lungs stung with each breath; her gloves were soaked through and her fingers ached; her legs were beginning to cramp from crouching for so long and the very tops of her cheeks, where her scarf didn’t reach, were nearly numb from the frigid breeze that continued to blow, and her lips were beginning to chap despite being covered.

She didn’t mind. The cold bubble in her chest reminded her that she was alive; her sore fingers, though slow, still obeyed her; and when she licked her lips to try and keep them moist, she could taste the air. She had never even noticed that air had a taste. Not until she had lost it.

Discomfort was a small price to pay for having fully functional senses. Colette had never been one to complain about anything, anyway, but these days she saw beauty in every inconvenience, large or small.

“Colette! Toss a few over here!” said Genis. “All at once!”

She blinked curiously, but gathered up a handful of her snowballs and did as asked. “Like this?”

“Yep, perfect!” Instead of waiting for them to land, Genis hurried forward and thrust out a hand. Colette recognized the green glimmer of wind magic in the air, and then a second later the snowballs abruptly reversed direction. Before she could follow them, she heard Lloyd give a startled cry.

“Hey--!”

She turned just in time to see him fall flat on his back, his chest peppered with snow. One must have landed in his mouth, too, because he spluttered and spit as he sat up. “Hey, no fair using magic!”

“According to what rules?” Genis challenged proudly.

“Common sense rules, that’s what!”

“Pfft, yeah, ‘cause everyone knows what those are.”

Both boys looked over as Colette broke into a fit of giggles. “Hey, what’re you laughing at it?” Lloyd lightly smacked some snow in her direction, barely enough to dust her knees.

“I’m sorry,” she said in earnest, even as her bubbly laughter continued. “I’m not laughing at you two. I’m just happy.” That prompted a couple of softer smiles from the boys.

“That’s our Colette,” said Genis, sounding amused. “You haven’t changed.”

She shook her head. “I haven’t, have I?” She sounded -- and was -- proud of the fact.

Lloyd rolled up onto his feet, his sharp exhale visible in the cold air and his grin warm. “Not a bit,” he assured her. “Now how about that snowman we talked about?”

She beamed. “Yeah!”

Together the three of them set to work. Colette started by packing together another snowball, setting it on the ground, and pushing it around to add to its size. Once it was as high as her knees, the boys pitched in to help her and she happily accepted the extra hands. Once that snowball’s size was to their liking, they did the same with a second, and then a third, and worked together to stack them all atop one another.

They found some rocks for making the face, but quickly realized that there were no sticks on the ground for the arms. The nearest trees were too tall to reach even the lowest branches, as well -- at least, from the ground.

“I’ll get them!” Colette volunteered. Before she could focus on summoning her wings, however, Lloyd crouched down beside her.

“I’ll give you a lift! C’mon!”

“Lloyd,” said Genis flatly, “Colette can fl--” But Colette was already moving to sit on Lloyd’s shoulders. She clung tight to his hands as he stood up, laughed as she momentarily swayed from vertigo, and then reached up to break off two of the closest, thinnest branches.

“Catch, Genis!”

He still looked mildly annoyed by Lloyd’s oversight, but hurried to catch the sticks all the same. As Lloyd helped her down again, Colette thanked him brightly. She may not have needed his help -- just as she hadn’t needed assistance in pushing those large snowballs around, as light as they were to her -- but if her friends were willing to give her their time out of kindness, she would always be glad to accept it. She appreciated the gestures for their intent over their practicality.

Together the three of them returned to their snowman for the finishing touches. In the end it was a pretty simple design, but it was theirs, and it towered impressively over them, standing a head taller even than Lloyd. By now they were all red in their cheeks from the cold and beginning to shiver, but no one tried to usher the other two inside yet.

“So what do we name it?” Genis proposed. He and Lloyd both looked at Colette, clearly leaving the decision up to her.

She hummed for a moment as she thought it over. “How about…” It definitely looked like a snowman rather than a snowwoman, and the almost perfectly round stones that they’d found for the eyes gave him a good-natured, optimistic expression along with his comically large smile. “Snowvin!”

“Snowvin?”

“Like Alvin! But with snow! Alvin’s a cheerful name,” she told them. “And he looks pretty happy!”

After using some clusters of evergreen needles to make a pattern on the body for clothing, the trio declared Snowvin complete and dressed for success -- and their current limit for the cold weather at its maximum.

They began making their way back towards the inn, but indirectly, taking their time and often getting sidetracked by sights along the way as they chatted about anything and nothing all at once. There wasn’t much to see in this sleepy town, but the boys humored Colette’s interest in the shop windows (and a couple of dogs) that they passed. As they went, fresh snow began to fall in a gentle flurry. She turned her face towards the cloudy sky with a happy sound.

“It’s so pretty and gentle,” she said in awe. “Like the sky’s reaching down to touch us.” She raised her arms to catch the tiny snowflakes in her palms. “It’s too bad everyone else is missing it. We could’ve made a snowman three times that size!”

“Maybe next time,” said Lloyd with a shrug.

Colette hummed in agreement. The Professor and Regal had turned down her invitation politely, but with clear disinterest; Sheena said she had something to do and Colette hadn’t been able to find Presea. When she asked Zelos, the other Chosen had given her a dismissive but flamboyant apology about missing the chance to spend more time with her, reassured her of his fondness for her, and promised to make it up to her another time, all in his usual laidback drawl -- but he hadn’t really looked at her as he said it, she noticed, which was strange for him. In the split-second that he had spared her a glance, she thought his smile wasn’t as bright as usual, and his eyes hadn’t seemed to match it. That expression was rare, at least on him; she’d only seen it a couple times before.

Before she could wonder about that again for too long, Lloyd and Genis had crossed into the inn’s yard ahead of her and broken into a run, eager to get inside where it was warm. “Wait for me!” she called with a laugh.

Inside they tapped the snow from their shoes and brushed it off their shoulders, and then stopped at the counter to order some hot drinks before agreeing to head upstairs. This was one of the few times when their party wasn’t split into two rooms, girls and boys, or all sharing a single large one. The three of them went into the room that Lloyd and Genis were sharing, where they all promptly shed their scarves, shoes, and as much of their damp outer clothing as was appropriate. Then with drinks carefully in hand, they all piled into the nearest bed and pulled the comforter up over themselves, sitting cross-legged in their small fort and hoping to get warm quickly. Colette’s hair clung to her face and arms with static, but she barely noticed. They hadn’t done this since they were much younger; it was already getting a little stuffy, but it was still nice. Being this close to her best friends, with knees touching to complete the small circle in which they sat and depending on one another’s body heat to warm up the space, was a comfortable and trusting feeling.

For a couple minutes she was content to just listen to the other two. Once it was cool enough she rotated her mug in her hands every so often, glad for the heat against her palms, which were finally beginning to thaw. Not too surprisingly, Lloyd didn’t take long to catch her movement. He reached over and set one hand on hers.

“Whoa, hey -- you’re freezing,” he noted with a frown.

“It’s okay!” she assured him. “I can feel them again now.”

He sighed, but a weary smile came with it, too. “You don’t have to overdo it so much, dummy.”

“Yeah,” Genis piped up, “you could’ve told us if you were cold. What if you get sick?”

“I don’t mind the cold,” said Colette truthfully. “Being sick isn’t too bad, either. It means you get to have hot soup all the time! Oh!” Her face grew serious. “And you sneeze a lot, too… but I can’t remember the last time I sneezed! It’s been months!” She gave them both a bright smile. “I’m kind of looking forward to my next sneeze now! So even if I get sick, that’s okay!”

They both stared at her, but their incredulous faces quickly broke into familiar smiles. “You… have got to be the only person who would think that,” Lloyd informed her.

Shaking her head, Colette ignored the pop-pip-pop of the blanket’s static continuing to tug at her hair. “It was so pretty outside. I think catching a little cold would be worth it.”

“Not if Sis tries making soup for you,” Genis pointed out with a small shudder. “Make sure you drink a lot of tea to head it off, just in case.”

“Okay!” Colette promised. Thoughtful and amused, she added, “It’s different to hear you sounding like the older one, Genis.”

Lloyd laughed. “Yeah, did you and the professor switch places or something?”

Genis looked somewhere between annoyed and embarrassed, particularly when Lloyd chimed in. “Hey, who’re you to make a big deal out of it? I worry just as much as you, you know!”

As they shot comments back and forth, Colette fell silent again as she thought on those words. Right. Genis worried, just like Lloyd and everyone else…

She looked down at where Lloyd’s hand still had a hold of hers. His skin was warm and had already heated hers back to a comfortable temperature, but he continued to gently rub his thumb across her knuckles, maybe without even realizing. It brought a softer smile to her face.

“You don’t have to worry,” she told them, once there came a break in the conversation. She felt them both look at her, but she didn’t raise her eyes. “I mean, it makes me happy that you do. I know you worry because you care. But you worry a lot more lately.”

“We all do,” Lloyd corrected her. “That’s how friends are. Besides, you have kind of been overdoing it.”

Her smile turned sheepish. In her eagerness to experience anything she could since returning to normal, she’d had her fair (typical) share of falls and blunders -- whether it was literally stopping to smell the flowers and tumbling down a hill or trying some new foods and burning her mouth on the spicier choices she had dared braving. “I’m just glad. I know it might be silly, getting excited over so many normal things… But I almost feel like I’m seeing some of those things for the first time again.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Lloyd told her. “It’s good to appreciate the small stuff, you know? And besides, I don’t think it’s silly.”

If possible, Colette’s smile grew warmer. All of her friends’ opinions mattered to her, but considering how honest Lloyd was in speaking his mind, receiving that kind of positivity from him meant a little more than it would from anyone else.

“Lloyd’s right,” Genis piped up amiably. “And if anyone deserves the chance to stop and appreciate things, it’s you, Colette. But you’ve still gotta take care of yourself. That’s all we’re worried about.”

“We’ll make sure you don’t miss out on anything.” Lloyd’s hold on her hand tightened, but it was still gentle. “You’ve looked out for everyone else enough as it is. Let us fuss over you for a little while, okay? It’ll make Genis feel better.”

“Stop acting like it’s just me! We all know you get more worked up than anyone when you’re worried!”

Lloyd grinned as Colette laughed. “Thanks, you two,” she said a moment later, once most of her humor subsided. “For… being the same. And making me feel the same.” She hadn’t really been worried that they wouldn’t, but the reassurance was nice all the same. She was still Colette. They were still her friends.

Even if you’re the Chosen, you’re you.

She wondered if the two of them remembered that conversation from when they were younger. Even if they’d forgotten, it didn’t really matter. They still believed it -- and Lloyd proved it as he wondered, genuinely perplexed, “Why wouldn’t we?”

Colette shook her head with a content giggle. “That was silly, wasn’t it? Never mind.”

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Expedition Dracana is a wilderness survival horror fantasy campaign using the Fate Core and Horror Toolkit by Evil Hat. Episode 9 streamed live on Twitch 3/29/19. MATERIAL COMPONENTS LINKS: - Site: http://bit.ly/2XpCvm5 - Twitch: http://bit.ly/2SJowpv - Instagram: http://bit.ly/2XpCwGF - Twitter: https://twitter.com/MComponents - Discord: http://bit.ly/2Iyo4sL HEROES GUILD LINKS: - Site: http://bit.ly/2XpEero - Instagram: http://bit.ly/2Iu5L7G - Facebook: http://bit.ly/2XpEeHU - Patreon: http://bit.ly/2Iyo5Nl CAST LINKS: - Josh (GM): http://bit.ly/2tjLqZu - Taylor (Alexi): http://bit.ly/2UWy5lE - Hannah (Lhanji): Hannah is an internet ghost. - Daniel (Yiirik): http://bit.ly/2tixte5 - Eric (Asch): http://bit.ly/2UX3og5 - Keith (Firla): http://bit.ly/2tixzCt All music played on this channel is supplied by our subscription to Syrinscape. It is licensed for use here under Creative Commons Attribution License 3.0. https://syrinscape.com/ EPISODE SUMMARY: The 14th Sickle of Harvest’s Will: With the two-sides of their party joined at the top of Molsen’s Climb, they united in a desperate fight against the Brideport Expedition - featuring party rivals Irontusk and Lydian Kreen, and an old contact of Firla’s, Laika the dire-wolf. While Firla and Alexi attempted to talk down their old friends from the fight, Ashe fought for elemental control with his former classmate. Irontusk managed to out-wrestle Alexi and hurl him off the cliff-face, only to be caught mid-air by the Snowvine - burrowed in the rocks below. After great struggle, Alexi recovered and convinced Irontusk to lay down his arms, while Firla reminded her old friend who she was. Felix Brideport - the expeditions sponsor - fled the scene to be chased by Yiirik. Lydian conceded as well, after having thoroughly brow-beaten Ashe into his place. Just as the fight was won, on the cliff-foot below another “threat” emerged. The Guiding Light Expedition also featured contacts and rivals, and after much debate our party chose to allow the Guiding Light to use the lifts they’d just painstakingly repaired, rather than abandon one of their wagons - and any semblance of civility amongst rival parties. Not a mile from the cliffs loomed a low hill, in which a moderately sized cavern had been naturally carved from the stone. This cave was the last permanent residence our explorers expected to cross on their road north, and was known as “Torbin’s Cavern”. Here, a priestess of Illyra -the Maiden of the Harvest - operated a lonesome sept at the edge of the world. They welcomed our travelers graciously, especially on the eve of Illyra’s Holy Day - The Great Reaping. But not all was well in the eve of the holy day, for Alexi learned part of that which he sought lay here eternally, for his son had died those two years before not far from here, and had been lain to rest in the cavern’s catacombs. Though the fate of his son had been sealed, he also learned that his wife had come and gone a year later, giving him hope that she may still live, and his quest might not be in vain. by Material Components

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Expedition Dracana is a wilderness survival horror fantasy campaign using the Fate Core and Horror Toolkit by Evil Hat. Episode 8 streamed live on Twitch 3/22/19. MATERIAL COMPONENTS LINKS: - Site: https://ift.tt/2TWetAU - Twitch: https://ift.tt/2Q0xHQq - Instagram: https://ift.tt/2UV1cWy... - Twitter: https://twitter.com/MComponents - Discord: https://ift.tt/2TSH7D4 HEROES GUILD LINKS: - Site: https://ift.tt/2JfSy3G - Instagram: https://ift.tt/2CwFml1... - Facebook: https://ift.tt/2UOWfi9... - Patreon: https://ift.tt/2TRYAvj CAST LINKS: - Josh (GM): https://ift.tt/2VR3syr - Taylor (Alexi): https://ift.tt/2tWHvlv - Hannah (Lhanji): Hannah is an internet ghost. - Daniel (Yiirik): https://ift.tt/2VMzJ9C - Eric (Asch): https://ift.tt/2tVrFaT - Keith (Firla): https://ift.tt/2VOUL7D All music played on this channel is supplied by our subscription to Syrinscape. It is licensed for use here under Creative Commons Attribution License 3.0. https://syrinscape.com/ EPISODE SUMMARY: Camped at the base of the 300ft sheer cliff known as Mulson’s Climb, our party began their eighth session by planning their ascent up the bluff. Normally, they would not have to scale the massive obstacle, but rather ride up it in sturdy lifts installed by previous expeditions. However, an unknown saboteur had destroyed the lifts, making such a ride impossible. So Firla, Alexi, Navius, Kalima, Dalph, and the Narkinzie bodyguard Timberbrust made the treacherous ascent; using clinging roots, cloven hooves, and ropes and pitons to climb to safety. The expedition camped separated that night, while Dalph and Alexi stayed up repairing the lift system. In the morning, the second half of the crew including Yiirki, Lhanji, Ashe and Jimmothy rode the first lift up along with Yiirki’s cooking wagon (and most of their food), while Firla’s Snowvine burrowed up the mountain beside them. All was going according to plan until the lift-saboteurs showed up on the cliff-top with baleful intent. The Brideport Expedition included both rivals and contacts such as Irontusk the towering half-orc mercenary, Lidian the wizarding-school bully, and Laika the dire-wolf. While the topside party fought desperately to defend the lifts, those suspended below (some 200ft in the air) were attacked by harpy’s nicknamed “Mulson’s Wives” after the climber who first conquered this cliff-face, only to be lured off the edge by the evil avian creatures. The wives attacked ropes and pulley’s in hopes of collapsing the lift, while endives spilled across the lift floor. Dalph made a heroic leap from the top onto the ropes to repair them, but in doing so utterly destroyed his hands that were already singed from a searing evocation. The lift finally made it to the top with a slam and shutter. Our party reunited, we paused to resume next week as they do battle, poised between dangerous blades and harpy talons, balanced in the edge of certain death. by Material Components

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Expedition Dracana is a wilderness survival horror fantasy campaign using the Fate Core and Horror Toolkit by Evil Hat. With Firla’s Snowvine consuming a chieftains guard in front of Chief Amaruq and his advisors, our fourth episdode kicked off with a high-stakes argument - one that would amount to much more bloodshed should our expedition not choose their words wisely. Lhanji and Yiirik plied the chief with promises of wealth and fortuitous traded, but Amaruq would not be appeased. To walk free from Ekshaw village with their heads, they would have to pay with their own blood. And so Firla offered their left arm in trade for the chiefs left-hand man. The chief accepted this offer, so the plant-being thrust their arm into a nearby fire, burning it to a sappy stump before cleaving off the singed remains and tossing them at the chieftains feet. They were to leave immediately, and there would be no trading or bartering with any of the tribes-folk. The expedition would be setting out into the unknown woefully unequipped. Though fortune would soon twinkle for an instant - and Lhanji would seize the opportunity. The Narkinzie Expedition was camped on the outskirts of town, and had suffered a great loss on their own voyage through the Shifting Sea. Lady Narkinzie’s husband and co-sponsor to the expedition had been consumed by a Whalerus! Lhanji offered her condolences with one breath, while undermining the rival expedition with the next. Jimmothy would aid with smooth lies promising to find the Lord Narkinzie’s remains in trade for goods, while Firla raided the town’s fishing nets in a fit of anger. Later, they would come upon the remains of their mother-figure’s hovel, and a secret stash buried within containing promises to answer Firla’s questions of their being. On the 6th Sickle of Harvest’s Will, our group set out away from the last hints of civilization toward the Forlorn Wastes, soon passing beyond sight of the rings - and many believe - the gods themselves. Several more days of travel and mending-wounds passed, until the party encountered Orcish scouts on a scavenging hunt. One slipped away, and soon the sound of war-horns and drums echoed through the snowy hills! Tune in next week for an epic chase through the perilous pass to safety, or to doom! Streamed live on Twitch 1/25/19. For more information on the stream: http://bit.ly/2Avescw Catch us live: http://bit.ly/2SJowpv All music played on this channel is supplied by our subscription to Syrinscape. It is licensed for use here under Creative Commons Attribution License 3.0. https://syrinscape.com/ by Material Components

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Join us tonight at 7pm cst on #Twitch for a special wrap-up / reminiscing episode of #ExpeditionDracana . Who was your favorite member of the expedition? What was your favorite moment? Drop into the chat and join us in remembrance, and catch some clues about what season two might entail! The brave adventuring party from left to right: The peppy horse jockey, Babs Calliforay 🐎, the good boy who sniffs out trouble, Favorite 🐕 . The snake-oil salesmen who’s in over his head, Jimmothy Croissantferson 🧪 . The rugged sell-sword in search of family, Alexi L. Gerrard ⚔️ . The landscape painter seeking the perfect vista, Hiro 🎨 . The majestic caprine matriarch, Kalima 🐐. The grizzled craftsman, Dalph Kingsmith 🔨. The dwarven battle-chef of the Frostforge, Yiirik Milksmith 🍲, The Blackheart fencer, Naevius Negracore 🗡, The adventurous aristocrat who hates to lose, Lady Lhanji Vree 📜. The over-protective older-sister, Thay Telessian ✨. The gifted young dracologist, Asch Telessian 🐉, The daring cartographer, Amelia 🗺. The mystical tundra dryad, Firla 🏔. And the carnivorous burrowing vine-snake, Snowvine 🌱.

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S1:E15 #ExpeditionDracana We began on the 29th Sickle, standing over the steaming corpse of the Remorhaz that slew Babs and two of the expedition’s horses, as well as destroying their large wagon and prime means of transporting cargo. While they mourned over the loss of their friend and mended their wounds, they were forced to make hard decisions on leaving behind precious supplies before moving onward. It would be eleven more days of grueling travel before they’d reach their final destination - the Forlorn Wastes living true to their name. Food was impossibly scarce, travel discouragingly slow, the wind unrelenting and the night unending. Scavenging excursions were fruitful but came at a hard cost, as Firla and their Snowvine suffered greatly to keep their friends fed. On the 10th Bow of Harvest’s End the expedition reached sight of the North Pole. This, a sight no man in the world has ever seen, or survived seeing. At the pole stood a large solitary mountain, on it swarmed a thousand dragons, crawling and flying around the mount. But most mysterious was the sound that seemed to be emanating from the mountain; a droning chorus both beautiful and terrible that stumped all present. They continued closer and eventually established a camp around a grouping of large strange stones. Nearer to the mountain, they reveled at its symmetry and began to question if it was a mountain at all, or instead a pyramidal structure - though the thought was preposterous. Lhanji, Ashe, Tessa, and Snowvine moved closer still, and eventually determined the strange sound they heard to be coming from the dragons themselves. From here they also spotted what appeared to be a doorway. Ashe and Tessa snuck forward while Lhanji headed back to get the others. The ringfall stashed in Ashe’s pockets alit as he approached the doorway, which glowed with ancient runes that only he could read. But a dragon had also spotted the scouting party - so Ashe raced to decode the door before being beset by a massive dragon. In the last second Ashe opened the door but not before the Snowvine threw itself at the dragon, sacrificing itself and being torn to shreds, dying to protect it’s newfound friends!