Welcome to the Mythic Veil...
You and your Valee wander into the home of an immense number of trees. As you get a closer look at their lacking-uniform bark, you note that they're not trees at all, but large, dark tubes with a set of steel reinforced bars wrapping around them vertically, and one panel set on a horizontal ring for each, about waist high, melded to the other bars.
On this panel is a button, with the picture of one of several foods. With two tubes of each egg, yes, they're eggs inside those colorful little tubes, each tube has a different item emblazoned on it's button. Some share items with others of different species, but no two of the same species will ever have the same picture. One will look friendlier, and the other darker, perhaps less trustworthy at the though of being included in your own diet.
A gentle music plays, a long list of songs, alternating from nostalgaic 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s, all the way up to modern pop, rock, and anime. The languages of the songs, even, Vary. But the eggs seem to know nothing of the music, only the food sent to them from that little button. They float about and move when fed, almost seeming to perform a dance as the multicolored nature of the tubes swirls around them.
There are sealed boxes, for later, when the Valee grow older and hatch, and emerge from their glass-and-steel prisons. Learn to hunt for themselves... Or pry open wooden boxes. But even after they emerge into their full sizes, hunger will ravage their stomachs, and still, they will search for food, and pry open the food containers provided them by the unknown source, and develop their tastes in music and food, and limit themselves to one kind of food above all others, and eat until they can no longer eat their favorite meals.
But for now, the glade remains a quiet haven... A place of rest for the weary traveller, and a space of wonder... Of anticipation and discovery. Of the beauty of combined song and flourescent, glowing tubes of water and eggs casting glows and shadows like a mural of stained glass.
A fresh development in the glade leaves it one beast richer: Keerolten, Evil Prrb, has hatched. Will he direct the glade's development or provide no more than a minor influence?
Another's broken loose, and others are close! The Evil Land Drake, Sartool, has erupted in a gooey mess, right inside the messenger bag. (He was being taken out on a lunch run with Valee-raising colleagues.)
A third glass breaks, revealing a stubby penguin-like creature! Skaldwing, the evil Waterwing, has hatched! Has the glade gone to the villians or are the good guys just fashionably late?
Skid
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Chimera
~ ~
Veranius
~ ~
Prrb
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Viadante
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Maidens
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Land Drakes
~ ~
Flarion
~ ~
Chicklet
~ ~
Halleupaks - Seasonal Limited Edition (Halloween)
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Bloodhawks
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Waterwings
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You and your Valee wander into the home of an immense number of trees. As you get a closer look at their lacking-uniform bark, you note that they're not trees at all, but large, dark tubes with a set of steel reinforced bars wrapping around them vertically, and one panel set on a horizontal ring for each, about waist high, melded to the other bars.
On this panel is a button, with the picture of one of several foods. With two tubes of each egg, yes, they're eggs inside those colorful little tubes, each tube has a different item emblazoned on it's button. Some share items with others of different species, but no two of the same species will ever have the same picture. One will look friendlier, and the other darker, perhaps less trustworthy at the though of being included in your own diet.
A gentle music plays, a long list of songs, alternating from nostalgaic 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s, all the way up to modern pop, rock, and anime. The languages of the songs, even, Vary. But the eggs seem to know nothing of the music, only the food sent to them from that little button. They float about and move when fed, almost seeming to perform a dance as the multicolored nature of the tubes swirls around them.
There are sealed boxes, for later, when the Valee grow older and hatch, and emerge from their glass-and-steel prisons. Learn to hunt for themselves... Or pry open wooden boxes. But even after they emerge into their full sizes, hunger will ravage their stomachs, and still, they will search for food, and pry open the food containers provided them by the unknown source, and develop their tastes in music and food, and limit themselves to one kind of food above all others, and eat until they can no longer eat their favorite meals.
But for now, the glade remains a quiet haven... A place of rest for the weary traveller, and a space of wonder... Of anticipation and discovery. Of the beauty of combined song and flourescent, glowing tubes of water and eggs casting glows and shadows like a mural of stained glass.
A fresh development in the glade leaves it one beast richer: Keerolten, Evil Prrb, has hatched. Will he direct the glade's development or provide no more than a minor influence?
Another's broken loose, and others are close! The Evil Land Drake, Sartool, has erupted in a gooey mess, right inside the messenger bag. (He was being taken out on a lunch run with Valee-raising colleagues.)
A third glass breaks, revealing a stubby penguin-like creature! Skaldwing, the evil Waterwing, has hatched! Has the glade gone to the villians or are the good guys just fashionably late?
Skid
~ ~ Chimera
~ ~ Veranius
~ ~ Prrb
~ ~ Viadante
~ ~ Maidens
~ ~ Land Drakes
~ ~ Flarion
~ ~ Chicklet
~ ~ Halleupaks - Seasonal Limited Edition (Halloween)
~ ~ Bloodhawks
~ Waterwings
~ ???
~ ???
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