IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. WHITE + WHITE = NOT BLACK. BUT WHITE. its just so confusing...
congratz on the silver!
it would've had a nice lineage if it werent for the christmas and the cavern lurker... but still. its a good lineage!
i actually want to drop a pink from my ALMOST pure pink dragons. stupid silvers messing up my purebreds.
Here's what the wiki says: "All Striped x Striped matings will produce a random colour. There is no guarantee that breeding a Striped with another Striped of the same colour will produce offspring of the same colour. Also, breeding Stripeds some dragons can result in two or more different coloured Striped eggs. It seems to be random."
So no hax
Just a pretty lineage.
Lol, nice. It's kinda funny that I found one a while ago but was all like "oh yeah a silver..." but then realized after your post that those are very rare!
((Dragon language as in Skyrim dragon language? :D))
Jak looked up at the dragon, astonished. He cowered for a moment, but stood courageously beside Eden, his hands at his sides. He was awestruck by the truth and power in Merasmus' words. "I see the look in his eyes. I believe he is on our side. But you're the expert, Eden, his he with us or against us?" he said as he turned and looked at his old friend.
How can you tell that it's hacked?
Also, I thought something looked funny about this white dragon egg...
And that's because it's not a white dragon. IT'S A FIRETRUCKIN' SILVER, BABY! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE!
Are we allowed to have more than one effect? For example, ghost and glow? And can the ghosts be recolored? If not that's fine. I'm not quite sure what I want yet anyway.
Jak immediately halted his charge and looked all around. "Jel! No!" he thought as he growled to himself. He still couldn't pinpoint her location. Hopefully Nightmare couldn't either. Realizing that Nightmare probably knew that he was going to strike, Jak backed up and held his arms in front of him for protection, saying a silent prayer to Notch. "If you're gonna fight someone, fight me, you bloody coward!" he shouted, feeling blessed with some kind of courage. The purple fog around his cowl glowed slightly, along with the golden seal.
((Haha, nice references, Flames.))
Jak looked around, confused. "What did I get myself into?" he though. He saw Bone, dead. He didn't know who he was, but when he saw Nightmare standing infront of his body holding a scythe, he figured he must have been an ally. Throwing caution to the wind, Jak charged at Nightmare, swinging his mighty iron fist at him. He closed his eyes, afraid of what would happen next.
((Thanks Jel ^.^ Btw... Erm... What are we fighting again? XD))
the midst of the chaos he had lost track of where Jel was. "Jel! Jel! Where are you?" he shouted.
Silence. Silence is all that echoes through the still-beating halls of my decaying mind. How the silence echoes, I'm not quite sure. It's sort of like an acapella of darkness and the screams of the faded figures from dreams. They seem so close... Like I had almost died for them at some point. But now I can't remember them for the life of me. I feel empty. Dead, almost. Like my suit without me inside. But worse. Like I'm decaying. Flaking away like the rust on my iron hull. What has become of me? What is... this feeling? My consciousness... is slowly returning..? My body... I feel so cold... Like a hunk of iron, untouched for centuries. Oh, right. That's what I am. But I feel like I can see now. My eyes... I can only see darkness, but I know I'm seeing. I can tell because my eyes feel so dry. And... Am I... Moving? My limbs! My limbs are moving! I... I can stand up! And walk! But... where am I?
A tall iron golem stands alone, in a room of darkness aside from the swirling purple fog. The floor was made from cold stone, and there were no walls in sight. There is a man inside of the golem, who has just awakened. Notch knows how long he has been gone. Dead or sleeping, it had been hard to tell. Jak was his name, and at this point, he was pretty much certain that he was dead. But he felt so alive now... Just gone. The feeling was hard to explain.
"Where am I?" he called out, not expecting a reply. His voice sounded so foreign in his own ears. He was shaken up a bit when he heard it. After so long of not hearing anything besides his own breathing, it was quite a frightening sound. Then, another voice answered him from the darkness.
"You are in my realm, child," it said. It smiled as it saw the fear in Jak's movements. "I am Afkar, and since this is my realm, this is the realm of Afkar. You were in need of a rest, child. It's not my fault that you decided not to wake up."
"You're responsible for this?!" Jak shouted, now more familiar with his own voice. Floating above him he saw a wither skull. It appeared to have a body made up of the purple fog floating in the dead air. "Take me back to where I was!"
"Ah, child, do you even know where you were? And I am responsible for nothing. It's not my fault you decided to give up, child," Afkar said. His voice became more taunting every time he said "child". "You wish to go back to your friends, do you? I'm sure they needed you when you were gone... CHILD." His last word was more like a shout than the strange whisper voice he had before. When the last word sounded off, Jak was blinded. He swung his fists at the air with rage as he stumbled around aimlessly.
"THEN SO BE IT!"
And with that, Jak was hurled out of the strange realm. As he flew through a strange state of nothingness, visions flashed through his mind. They were the people he loved. And they appeared to be in a struggle. As Jak tried to focus on what his friends were fighting, he was immediately snapped out of his blind, confused state as he crashed into the soft dirt, slightly skidding after he hit the ground. He looked up. He was wearing a strange dark cloak with a strange gold seal on it. It was surrounded in the same fog that was in Afkar's realm, but it was much thinner. His vision was very blurred, but at least he could see now. And then he saw them.
"Nex... and... Jel!" he tried to call out to them. His voice was withered and weak. He stood up and stumbled toward. His eyes widened as the scene before him unveiled. Ignoring the feeling in his gut, he charged forward, his strength now recollected, and his fist out. "I hope I didn't just kill myself..."
((Holy Jesus, I'm back (*insert humungous apology about being gone for so long and how irresponsible I am and yadayadayada* Seriously, I do feel bad. But at least I'm back now.) I understand that we're fighting Nightmare? I remember him. If I made a mistake about the setting or anything like that, let me know. I'll change it.))
I like how this idea gives useless items a purpose. I mean, dying a fish and then brewing it into a potion does seem a little... odd, but then again, the other potion items are weird too. Support.
((Would anyone like to have their character interact with someone else's? Please say so. I'm open to it any time.))
After sitting behind the foul-smelling trash bags for around ten minutes, Gorus decided that it was time to stop being a wuss and try to find some more supplies. With his shotgun in hand, he slowly crept around the building, looked to his sides, and walked down the street, standing tall with his shoulders back in efforts to look tougher. Suddenly, a woman walked around the corner in front of him, holding a pistol in her trembling hands. Gorus charged up to her before she could notice and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against a wall. Grinning devilishly as she screamed, he pulled out his knife and flipped it open, trying to do a trick of some sort to intimidate her. He stabbed her in the arm she was holding her gun with.
"Give me everything you have and I'll let you go," Gorus said in a low, straightforward growl as she struggled to escape his grip.
"Let me go and I will, you basta-" she said in a frustrated and panicked voice before she was cut short. A tall man walked around the corner. Gorus and the woman turned and looked at him.
"Oh my God! Lela!" he shouted as he hurriedly pulled his gun from its holster.
"Ha, a .357? That's little kid stuff," Gorus said smugly, tightening his grip on his victim's throat. "Listen little kid, if you want your precious 'Lela' to live, put the gun down along with everything else you have."
"Just do it! Please!" Lela screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. Without a sound, the man shakily put his belongings on the ground in front of him. Gorus gave a seemingly warm smile as he loosened his grip.
"Ah, the lengths of young love... Sadly, I don' think she's your type," Gorus said, his evil grin returning as he stabbed Lela in the throat and released her. The man watched in horror as she slid down the wall, dead. He bent down to pick up his gun, but before he could stand back up, Gorus had plunged a knife in the back of his head. The energy quickly leaving him, he flailed his brass-knuckle clad fists at Gorus in a vain effort of retaliation. Spent, the man fell down dead, his fearful eyes now lifeless. Gorus chuckled to himself as he picked through the couple's items. Seeing as that the coast was clear, he sat down and propped him self up against the wall as he looked at his new items, his arm slung around Lela's dead body.
"This is the life..." he said with a grim chuckle as he packed up his things and continued cautiously walking down the almost silent road, the only sounds being gunshots and screams in the distance.
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Here's what the wiki says:
"All Striped x Striped matings will produce a random colour. There is no guarantee that breeding a Striped with another Striped of the same colour will produce offspring of the same colour. Also, breeding Stripeds some dragons can result in two or more different coloured Striped eggs. It seems to be random."
So no hax
Just a pretty lineage.
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Thank you very much!
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Jak looked up at the dragon, astonished. He cowered for a moment, but stood courageously beside Eden, his hands at his sides. He was awestruck by the truth and power in Merasmus' words. "I see the look in his eyes. I believe he is on our side. But you're the expert, Eden, his he with us or against us?" he said as he turned and looked at his old friend.
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How can you tell that it's hacked?
Also, I thought something looked funny about this white dragon egg...
And that's because it's not a white dragon. IT'S A FIRETRUCKIN' SILVER, BABY! MY LIFE IS COMPLETE!
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Oh, alright, thanks man. And thank you for the suggestion!
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Jak looked around, confused. "What did I get myself into?" he though. He saw Bone, dead. He didn't know who he was, but when he saw Nightmare standing infront of his body holding a scythe, he figured he must have been an ally. Throwing caution to the wind, Jak charged at Nightmare, swinging his mighty iron fist at him. He closed his eyes, afraid of what would happen next.
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the midst of the chaos he had lost track of where Jel was. "Jel! Jel! Where are you?" he shouted.
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Silence is all that echoes through the still-beating halls of my decaying mind.
How the silence echoes, I'm not quite sure.
It's sort of like an acapella of darkness and the screams of the faded figures from dreams.
They seem so close... Like I had almost died for them at some point.
But now I can't remember them for the life of me.
I feel empty. Dead, almost. Like my suit without me inside. But worse. Like I'm decaying. Flaking away like the rust on my iron hull.
What has become of me? What is... this feeling?
My consciousness... is slowly returning..? My body...
I feel so cold... Like a hunk of iron, untouched for centuries.
Oh, right. That's what I am. But I feel like I can see now. My eyes... I can only see darkness, but I know I'm seeing. I can tell because my eyes feel so dry. And... Am I... Moving? My limbs! My limbs are moving! I... I can stand up! And walk! But... where am I?
A tall iron golem stands alone, in a room of darkness aside from the swirling purple fog. The floor was made from cold stone, and there were no walls in sight. There is a man inside of the golem, who has just awakened. Notch knows how long he has been gone. Dead or sleeping, it had been hard to tell. Jak was his name, and at this point, he was pretty much certain that he was dead. But he felt so alive now... Just gone. The feeling was hard to explain.
"Where am I?" he called out, not expecting a reply. His voice sounded so foreign in his own ears. He was shaken up a bit when he heard it. After so long of not hearing anything besides his own breathing, it was quite a frightening sound. Then, another voice answered him from the darkness.
"You are in my realm, child," it said. It smiled as it saw the fear in Jak's movements. "I am Afkar, and since this is my realm, this is the realm of Afkar. You were in need of a rest, child. It's not my fault that you decided not to wake up."
"You're responsible for this?!" Jak shouted, now more familiar with his own voice. Floating above him he saw a wither skull. It appeared to have a body made up of the purple fog floating in the dead air. "Take me back to where I was!"
"Ah, child, do you even know where you were? And I am responsible for nothing. It's not my fault you decided to give up, child," Afkar said. His voice became more taunting every time he said "child". "You wish to go back to your friends, do you? I'm sure they needed you when you were gone... CHILD." His last word was more like a shout than the strange whisper voice he had before. When the last word sounded off, Jak was blinded. He swung his fists at the air with rage as he stumbled around aimlessly.
"THEN SO BE IT!"
And with that, Jak was hurled out of the strange realm. As he flew through a strange state of nothingness, visions flashed through his mind. They were the people he loved. And they appeared to be in a struggle. As Jak tried to focus on what his friends were fighting, he was immediately snapped out of his blind, confused state as he crashed into the soft dirt, slightly skidding after he hit the ground. He looked up. He was wearing a strange dark cloak with a strange gold seal on it. It was surrounded in the same fog that was in Afkar's realm, but it was much thinner. His vision was very blurred, but at least he could see now. And then he saw them.
"Nex... and... Jel!" he tried to call out to them. His voice was withered and weak. He stood up and stumbled toward. His eyes widened as the scene before him unveiled. Ignoring the feeling in his gut, he charged forward, his strength now recollected, and his fist out. "I hope I didn't just kill myself..."
((Holy Jesus, I'm back (*insert humungous apology about being gone for so long and how irresponsible I am and yadayadayada* Seriously, I do feel bad. But at least I'm back now.) I understand that we're fighting Nightmare? I remember him. If I made a mistake about the setting or anything like that, let me know. I'll change it.))
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Weren't we going to trade something a while ago..?
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Still a pretty lineage though
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After sitting behind the foul-smelling trash bags for around ten minutes, Gorus decided that it was time to stop being a wuss and try to find some more supplies. With his shotgun in hand, he slowly crept around the building, looked to his sides, and walked down the street, standing tall with his shoulders back in efforts to look tougher. Suddenly, a woman walked around the corner in front of him, holding a pistol in her trembling hands. Gorus charged up to her before she could notice and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against a wall. Grinning devilishly as she screamed, he pulled out his knife and flipped it open, trying to do a trick of some sort to intimidate her. He stabbed her in the arm she was holding her gun with.
"Give me everything you have and I'll let you go," Gorus said in a low, straightforward growl as she struggled to escape his grip.
"Let me go and I will, you basta-" she said in a frustrated and panicked voice before she was cut short. A tall man walked around the corner. Gorus and the woman turned and looked at him.
"Oh my God! Lela!" he shouted as he hurriedly pulled his gun from its holster.
"Ha, a .357? That's little kid stuff," Gorus said smugly, tightening his grip on his victim's throat. "Listen little kid, if you want your precious 'Lela' to live, put the gun down along with everything else you have."
"Just do it! Please!" Lela screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. Without a sound, the man shakily put his belongings on the ground in front of him. Gorus gave a seemingly warm smile as he loosened his grip.
"Ah, the lengths of young love... Sadly, I don' think she's your type," Gorus said, his evil grin returning as he stabbed Lela in the throat and released her. The man watched in horror as she slid down the wall, dead. He bent down to pick up his gun, but before he could stand back up, Gorus had plunged a knife in the back of his head. The energy quickly leaving him, he flailed his brass-knuckle clad fists at Gorus in a vain effort of retaliation. Spent, the man fell down dead, his fearful eyes now lifeless. Gorus chuckled to himself as he picked through the couple's items. Seeing as that the coast was clear, he sat down and propped him self up against the wall as he looked at his new items, his arm slung around Lela's dead body.
"This is the life..." he said with a grim chuckle as he packed up his things and continued cautiously walking down the almost silent road, the only sounds being gunshots and screams in the distance.