TBh I actually didnt
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I WAS JOKING
I wasn talking to you buh
Bro if this wasnât ai id be impressed but I know no one on the forum knows how to spell without autocorrect we would be incoherent
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hi, hello? yes, i know how to spell here without the usage of autocorrect 
(i will almost never put effort into writing)
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I know how to spell without autocorrect.
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Damn Gemini is actually pretty good at making up a story. Wayyyy too detailed (started skimming at about halfway). This is how I wish I could write when I need 2000 words but I only have 1000 words written
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Same I was just making a joke I actually have amazing spelling
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Hers someone who canât spell tho. [quote=âA-bot_Moonblade, post:14, topic:27051â]
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Why didnât it work ?
Needs to be at the beginning of a new line, hereâs an example[quote=âMystic, post:30, topic:27067â]
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Ok thanks the mobile interface is sorta un intuitive
I AM NOT READING ALL DAT
STOP YAPPING!
is that kai from thick of it?
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Is Kai the guy from ninjago
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this is the power of ai making an entire book. p.s I designed the dragons in this I just added them all to Gemini so it could actually make the book it took me over an hour to get through some lore for the dragons Part 1: The Age of the Dragon Kings
(Chapter 1: The Golden Emperor)
For millennia, Aurum Ignis, the Golden Emperor, had reigned supreme over the continent that bore his name. His scales shimmered like molten gold in the sunlight, and his roar could shake the very foundations of the mountains. He was the eldest and most powerful of the Dragon Kings, his authority unchallenged for an age that stretched beyond the memory of most living dragons. His vast territory encompassed towering mountain ranges, sprawling forests teeming with strange creatures, and shimmering rivers that snaked across the land like liquid jewels. From his obsidian fortress atop the highest peak, he observed his domain, his keen golden eyes missing nothing.
(Chapter 2: The Twin Heirs)
Aurum Ignis had sired many offspring throughout his long reign, but none were as formidable or as fiercely competitive as his twin sons, Magmon and Aura. Magmon, the elder by a mere breath, inherited his fatherâs fiery temperament and a physical might that bordered on the legendary. His scales were the color of smoldering embers, and flames danced along his wings and underbelly. He was the acknowledged heir, destined to one day inherit his fatherâs continental domain.
Aura, his twin, possessed a different kind of power. His scales were the deep, shimmering teal of the ocean depths, and he commanded the very seas that surrounded their continent. Leviathans obeyed his silent commands, and storms rose and fell at his whim. While Magmon held dominion over the land, Aura was the undisputed master of the vast, watery expanse.
Despite their contrasting domains, the twins shared a fierce rivalry, a constant push and pull for dominance that had defined their relationship since they hatched from their shared clutch. This rivalry, however, had recently found a new focus: the magnificent Harmonious Asfulda.
(Chapter 3: The Serene Bloom)
Harmonious Asfulda was a dragon unlike any other. Her scales were a breathtaking blend of soft pink and pristine white, and she moved with an ethereal grace that belied her immense size. She was often found amidst groves of colossal elder trees, their pink blossoms mirroring the hues of her scales, creating an aura of serene beauty that captivated all who beheld her. Her very presence seemed to calm the savage hearts of even the most ferocious beasts. And, unusually for a Dragon King, she possessed potent healing abilities, a gift that was both revered and sought after.
It was this unique combination of power and tranquility that had ensnared the affections of both Magmon and Aura Ignis. Each sought her favor, their displays of power and affection often clashing, disrupting the very peace that Harmonious Asfulda embodied.
(Chapter 4: Whispers in the Dark)
While the powerful Dragon Kings vied for dominance and affection, in the shadowed corners of the world, other forces were at play. The Tung family, known throughout dragon history for their tyrannical tendencies, harbored their own ambitions. Their current leader, Bolark, was a cruel and unpredictable dragon, still bitter over his own fatherâs monstrous legacy.
Bolarkâs father, Grimlark Tung, had been a tyrant of unparalleled cruelty. His reign, stretching across two million years, was marked by the horrific act of devouring his own family and any who dared to question his rule. It was only through the desperate actions of his mates, who hid their eggs, that the Tung lineage survived. Grimlark had opposed the tradition of heirs killing their parents, not out of any sense of morality, but likely to ensure his own prolonged and unchallenged reign. He eventually succumbed to old age, leaving behind a legacy of fear and revulsion.
Bolark, while not reaching the same level of monstrous infamy as his father, still carried the shadow of that dark past. And he harbored a particular disdain for his own son, Wormtung.
(Chapter 5: The Unlikely Serpent)
Wormtung was an anomaly within the Tung family. Smaller and seemingly less powerful than his kin, he was often underestimated. However, what he lacked in brute strength, he more than made up for in cunning and a deep understanding of the earth. He possessed an exceptional ability to burrow and move unseen beneath the ground, a skill that most other dragons dismissed as insignificant.
Bolark, ashamed of his seemingly weak offspring, had often treated Wormtung with contempt, even attempting to end his life out of sheer disappointment. This harsh treatment had bred a deep resentment within Wormtung, a burning desire to prove his worth and to escape the shadow of his familyâs tyrannical reputation. He bided his time, observing the power struggles of the other Dragon Kings, waiting for an opportunity to rise.
(Chapter 6: The Kingâs Fall)
The opportunity Wormtung sought arrived in the form of Aurum Ignis himself. The Golden Emperor, confident in his long-established dominance, had grown complacent. He rarely faced any real threats, and his senses, dulled by millennia of unchallenged rule, had become less sharp.
Wormtung, utilizing his unique burrowing ability, moved silently beneath the very ground Aurum Ignis stood upon. He navigated the labyrinthine tunnels beneath the continent, his small size allowing him to move through spaces that would have been impassable for larger dragons. He emerged directly beneath the unsuspecting King, striking with a speed and precision that caught Aurum completely off guard. His sharp claws, tipped with a potent venom, pierced the Emperorâs eye.
The roar of Aurum Ignis echoed across the land, a sound of pure agony and disbelief. The wound was grievous, and the venom coursing through his veins brought with it an unbearable pain. The Golden Emperor, for the first time in countless ages, felt vulnerable. Knowing his reign was effectively over, and according to the ancient traditions of the most powerful Dragon Kings, facing an inevitable decline, Aurum Ignis retreated. He did not seek healing or vengeance. Instead, he turned towards the heart of the planet, the core, a place reserved for the final moments of the most powerful of his kind, a temporary heaven before the ultimate end.
(Chapter 7: The Heir Ascendant⌠Briefly)
News of Aurum Ignisâs sudden and ignominious defeat spread like wildfire among the Dragon Kings. Magmon, the acknowledged heir, was furious and humiliated by his fatherâs downfall at the claws of the seemingly insignificant Wormtung. He swiftly hunted down the upstart, his fiery rage unmatched. The battle was brief and brutal. Wormtung, though victorious against the aging King, was no match for Magmonâs raw power and fury. He was swiftly defeated and brought before Magmon, who, in his wrath, inflicted a cruel punishment. A venomous corvarta, a parasitic creature that slowly drained the life force of its host, was attached to Wormtungâs chest, a constant reminder of his audacious, yet ultimately short-lived, victory.
(Chapter 8: The Twinsâ Fury)
With Aurum Ignis gone and Wormtung subdued, the stage was set for the twinsâ rivalry to reignite with even greater intensity. The object of their affection, Harmonious Asfulda, found herself increasingly caught in the crossfire of their displays of power. Their attempts to impress her often resulted in collateral damage to the surrounding landscape, their clashes echoing through the mountains and forests.
One such display of dominance escalated into a full-blown battle. Magmon, fueled by his ambition and the perceived slight of his fatherâs defeat, unleashed torrents of fire that scorched the earth. Aura, equally determined and possessive of Harmonious Asfuldaâs attention, retaliated with colossal waves that crashed against the land, uprooting ancient trees and carving new paths through the valleys.
The battle raged for days, the raw power of the two Dragon Kings tearing apart the once serene landscape. Even Harmonious Asfulda, a dragon of immense size and power herself, found the sheer scale of their conflict terrifying. The damage radius was immense, and the very air crackled with their elemental fury.
(Chapter 9: Flight to Serenity)
Unable to bear the destructive chaos and fearing for her own safety, Harmonious Asfulda made a decision. With a powerful beat of her enormous wings, she took flight, leaving behind the warring twins and the ravaged landscape. She soared across the skies, her pink and white scales shimmering in the sunlight, seeking refuge in a distant, untouched part of the world, a place where she could once again find the serenity that her name embodied.
(Chapter 10: An Unexpected Encounter)
As Harmonious Asfulda journeyed to her new sanctuary, far from the fiery clashes and tidal waves of the Ignis twins, she passed over a desolate and rocky region. It was here, weakened and in constant pain from the corvarta that clung to his chest, that Wormtung had sought refuge after his defeat by Magmon. He was a shadow of his former self, his once sharp eyes now clouded with pain, his movements sluggish.
Harmonious Asfulda, despite her desire for solitude, sensed the presence of another dragon below. Her innate healing instincts, a deep-seated empathy for all living creatures, drew her towards the source of suffering. Descending gracefully, she landed near the emaciated form of Wormtung, her gentle gaze falling upon the pulsating, venomous parasite that was slowly killing him.
(To be continuedâŚ)
I spent the most time on wormtungâs character
I ainât reading all dat ngl
its actually pretty decent
