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AP TRACKING TO REACH LEGENDARY

ARENA FIGHTS, GAMES, BRAWLS

ARENA TRAINING

FISHING

HUNTING

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Hunting
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hunt 1
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hunt 2
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QUESTS & MONTHLY CHALLENGES

SCAVENGING

Morana [DracoStryx]Stone structures long abandoned by man were reclaimed by the lands they sat on, vines and roots breaking through to make room for the flora to flourish once more. Standing at the edge of the forgotten village was a snow colored tyto, blind eyes dragging across the area as if she could see what history laid at her feet.Scavenging without her eyes was in now way an easy task, but Morana was not the type of stryx who allowed herself to rely on others. She moved slowly, carefully navigating the unseen terrain with stubborn determination. One step at a time, she made her way deeper into the ruins, occasionally flapping her great wings for balance when something overgrown attempted to trip her. It was slow work, but she carried on with fluctuating moral. Her feet brushed against the ground before every step, feeling for what she could not see and hoping she found something worthy with any slow swing of her feet. An elderly woman watched from her position on a half toppled building, wrinkled face pinched in disbelief. "Some of 'em are just getting dumber as they grow," she muttered. "Aye Tyto! How you plan to scavenge for something worth time out in the open? All them little ones already took what's good. You too pridedful to pick what you want from a smaller theif? Them birdies always flocking to that post on your left. Riffle through a few nests and get something good. Serve 'em right for waking me in the early hours." Her lips lifted into a grin at the scandalized expression Morana made, aged features smoothing as she relaxed to continue her evening watch. Morana wasn't certain she wanted to take the old woman's advance, especially since she was a stranger who earned nothing from offering spoken aid, but the chance to turn her task to success was too tempting to ignore. Without much to lose besides time and a fraction of her ego, she followed the woman's directions and landed on the partially crumbled roof top. The roof wasn't completely even and Morana wobbled before finding her center of balance. Feathers and other soft things covered every place she stepped, tickling her feet as she sifted through the mess of nests. Something heavy and metallic clinked when she tapped it with a talon, starting her collection of treasures as she picked it up with her beak. It was a dagger, slightly rusted from poor keeping and tasting disgusting as it touched her tongue. She carefully lowered herself down the wide hole towards the center, cautious of where she applied her weight in case the flooring wasn't able to support her. It creaked and groaned but remained sturdy for the moment. There was more for her to find in the partially protected area, trinkets half buried in sap or possibly gem stones, old coins that tasted of unusual material and even bits of broken jewelry. Satisfied with the turn of events, she left the building and returned to the heavily vegetated road. The old woman continued to watch, grinning softly when she noticed what Morana gathered. "We all like something pretty or expensive. Doesn't matter who got to it first, just who keeps it longest and last. Just cause you can't see doesn't mean you can't look and find. If it's worth something in this area you'll hear 'em fighting for it. Follow your ears and every other sense you have. Don't make much sense for a blind bird to search with their eyes." The elder fell back into her comfortable silence, watching smugly as the tyto flew off with her bounty. She silently hoped Morana would not return in the future, it was a shame to see such potential find a way to lost grounds. Morana mapped her way back home with time instead of landmarks, gliding through the evening sky with a worthy haul she would give to Melsha.
Morana [DracoStryx]
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Solvej and Morana | Ar
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Whisper, Streetwise and Morana |scavenging
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Scavenging and Questing
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~ .................... * BLINDNESS TRAINING *  .................... ~

passed 03/01/2020 - proof

Mature Content

Oruboros - Arc 2: Sound of Your Voice

Fullbody: +1

Colored: +2

Shaded: +1

Background: +2

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Training: +1

Other ARPG species: +1

845 words: +4

Total = 15

Morana Blindness Training 2 n 3 (panel 1)

Fullbody: +1

Colored: +2

Background: +2

Personal work: +1

Training: +1

Total = 7

Morana Blindness Training 2 n 3 (panel 2)

Fullbody: +1

Colored: +2

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Training: +1
Total = 9

~ .................... ** BASIC TRAINING ** .................... ~

passed 03/01/2020 - proof

Feverish•    Tier 1 - Trust    •

word count (786)

An arena fight went badly and the infection from the cut on Morana’s leg stayed brought a fever that burned through her.
Click clang bang – she lashed out at anything and anyone that touched her: feeding bins, hay bales, her cage bars, the sound of voices, the trainer with the sticks, and the trainers with the whips. Some struck back at her, some ran after she opened their veins (she could tell they bled by the smell).
None of you understands. It is your own fault. I am mighty!
She shrieked. She refused food. Did they think she could not smell the sedatives concealed in the seed and fruit? She was the Talons of Death and she would have her freedom yet!
BAM! Went the new feed bin as she flung it against the far cage bars. Its contents hissed as they spilled across the floor. Days of this left stale fruit and porridge smeared across

Feverish

Personal work: +1 

Rider: +2 

Training: +1 

786 words: +3 

Total = 7

Attitude•    Tier 2 - Confidence    •

word count (686)

Morana glared at the spot where Melsha stood and stalked forward steadily. She knew nothing was in her way today; she had heard Melsha pushing aside hay bales and scraping debris from the floor yesterday with a push broom. Usually they kept the obstacles for navigation practice…
“Halt.”
There was a sharp intake of breath from observers outside Morana’s aviary when the great white tyto did as she was asked. Morana recognized several of the observers by smell: feeders, the trainer with the long whip, the trainer with the sticks, and even some of the underground arena announcers.
“Thank you.”
Morana grumbled though she could not resist puffing up with pride. This was not the first time they had gone through voice commands and directions though this time seemed special somehow.
Fools. Just because I will not do this for you do

Attitude 

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Training: +1

Other ARPG species: +1

686 words: +3

Total = 8

A Perch Versus Your Wings•    Tier 3 - Control    •

word count (705)

Morana landed with both feet on the perch she had memorized the location of and fluffed her feathers.
“There, great job.”
The great tyto sighed. This exercise had grown tedious. They must have passed whatever test Melsha had been putting her through on the ground the day they had had more observers than usual. Now they were navigating swift turns and leaps on perches. So far she was making progress.
Technically speaking the tyto was still blind and could not see the perches. She was following Melsha’s directions to them. However, Melsha could not be with her all the time and the trainer with the stun rods had been throwing around words like “fight” and “training” when she observed them in the aviary. Did they intend for Morana to fight in the arena again? Did Melsha have any fighting experience? Would she be able to naviga

A Perch Versus Your Wings

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Training: +1

705 words: +3

Total = 7

Ouroboros 0.4 Reviving A Garden 15 of 17

Fullbody: +1

Colored: +2

Shaded: +1

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Total = 7

Silent Night•    Tier 5 - Bravery    •

word count (702)

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The tracking devices affixed to both the tyto and her rider hummed with energy that kept them within a radius of the current arena’s location. Not only were they heavy metal reminders of their ownership but they would deliver a shock if either of them drifted off too far. Should they stay out longer than their permissions the device would give them one alarm as warning before periodic shocks cued them to return.
“Hungry, Lady Winter?”
Morana churred a sound of agreement. She angled back and forth, zigzagging across the sky and enjoying the feeling of the fresh air again after years trapped in cages and aviaries (most of which had been underground). Of course, being out was not the same as being free.
For now.
Where before the great tyto had fumbled through the air now she flapped only when necessary. Melsha stroked t

Silent Night

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Training: +1

702 words: +3

Total = 7

~ .................... *** BONDING *** .................... ~

pair bonding

achieved 03/12/2020 - proof

Melsha and Morana Bonding (panel 1)

Fullbody: +1 

Colored: +2 

Shaded: +1 

Background: +2 

Personal work: +1 

Rider: +2 

Other ARPG species: +1

 Total = 10

Melsha and Morana Bonding (panel 2)

Fullbody: +1 

Colored: +2

Shaded: +1

Background: +2

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Total = 9

Melsha and Morana Bonding (panel 3)

Fullbody: +1

Colored: +2

Shaded: +1

Background: +2

Biorhythm: +1

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Total = 10

Melsha and Morana Bonding (panel 4)

Fullbody: +1

Colored: +2

Shaded: +1

Background: +2

Personal work: +1

Rider: +2

Total = 9

~ .................... MISCELLANEOUS .................... ~