#Clan Lore

[mekha-draws]

Sorry for still showing them off I just love them your honor, is that a crime?

Meridian and Tehuan are desert scavengers that seek treasures and trinkets to earn their living. Meridian uses a rather "unique" method to track down artifacts: seeking the storms and scouting the places where lightning strikes, a method that has granted him a decent ratio of success and no one seems to be able to replicate (which might be luck but who knows). Tehuan spends her time apprasing and categorizing their gatherings to sell once they come across other clans or wealthy travellers that cross their path.

[moons-rising]

also because deserts are one of my favourite biomes here's the deserts of sornieth:

shattered plain, dragonhome — vast expanse of dry, cracked earth, littered with stray rocks ranging in size from small pebbles to boulders that dwarf even the largest dragons

emperor's wake, sunbeam ruins — classic desert, endless rolling sand dunes stretching as far as the eye can see like a sea of golden sand, occasionally dotted by small oases

charged barrens, shifting expanse — sand woven into repeating patterns by lingering electricity, sometimes the ground is cracked open by deep, branching canyons

reclaimer's glacier, southern icefield — nothing but ice stretching from horizon to horizon, unrelenting freezing winds carrying snow and ice crystals to settle on any surface

[clansunsharp]

also on the topic of wards i dont have her bio written yet but behold one of the most expensive outfits ive ever bought for a dragon holy shit girl i am. broke now

Kalestryx is from Clan Wraithgloom, a Shadow clan whose open secret is their cult-like sacrifices of randomly selected members. She's currently training under the Paragons and has taken great pains to distance herself from her birth clan. Feeling no loyalty to her mother or the cult she hails from, she puts a LOT of effort into her appearance and how she carries herself, doing her best to be an upright, honorable example of overcoming the circumstances of her birth.

Unfortunately for her, the magic she manifests is sinister and volatile, inherited from her mother's blood oath to the Shadowbinder. The Archmage is keeping a careful eye on her, hoping to get her gifts under control before she accidentally hurts someone. Despite how hard Kalestryx tries to be a friendly, approachable mage, her clanmates are largely wary of her, and she has few friends outside the Paragons.

[midoridragonuus]

SCHWARTZ INDUSTRIES

Looming over the city stands a proud building. Years of blood, sweat, and tears lay the heavy concrete foundations. Its roots are deep within the city, bypassing the subway and the sewers to get at the heart. It is a shining beacon, whose name flashes over the city in neon. It is its own pinnacle of radiance in a smog encrusted night.

You stand outside, covered by an awning adorned with the company's name. Despite the shade, a bright light flashes, akin to lightning. It brings with it its own thunder - a voice echoing into the humid sunset.

"Welcome to Schwartz Industries," the pleasant voice is clear despite the cacophony of the city. "I am KALLISTA, an AI made to assist you with all your S.I. needs. Citizen INSERT ID HERE, we are very happy you're here! Please state your request and I will direct you to the proper floor inside."

The glass doors open, and cool air rushes out to greet you. It collides with the heat - a mist starting to encapsulate the space surrounding you. Feeling a phantom push, you enter the corporate grind house.

[yiqi-fr]

What does Leporum do and who do they get along with the best?

Leporum (she/they/he) is a blacksmith and leathersmith! She originally joined the clan after Hieraaetus commissioned them for several custom hippogriff saddles and had them over to shoe her hippogriff flock over a few months. His blacksmith forge is close to the stables so she spends most of her time with Hieraaetus, Thrinax, and Rasper, but of those three she gets along with Heiraaetus the best!

While Leporum is quite quiet, Heiraaetus is a regular chatterbox, and her endless stories always make the frustrating days in the forge easier and the pleasant days memorable.

She specializes mostly in saddle crafting and is a farrier for several of the nearby clans as well, but she also likes to create bells, buckles, tools, silverware, and other odds and ends. The only thing she will never allow to be crafted in her forge is weapons.

Edit: I forgot I actually sketched her a little while ago!

[vabam-fr]

"Necessity is the Mother of invention..."

New Lore Notes For Riot:

• In the beginning of her journey, Riot travels across Sornieth with Varg, chasing Lesser Falls to keep her leg and tail charged. When they come across a place of latent magic, Riot spends a considerable time dwelling there to stock up on vials. (More often than not, it is an ugly and boring process of hacking up local fauna and plants with her Cleaver... until more befitting tools are crafted..)

• As a result of constantly needing to upkeep her prosthetics, Riot becomes familiar with Artificing. Riot's desire to learn the inner mechanisms of imbuing items with magic was a natural conclusion. She invents a design for her leg that is far more cost efficient when utilizing the magic she's harvested -- and much like Pig and his Cleaver, Riot's augmentations go through many iterations.

• That isn't to say Riot doesn't tinker with her own Cleaver's design. Through idle studying, and various enlightening trips through the Ashfall Waste and the Shifting Expanse, Riot creates other Harvesting weapons, too -- which are expertly used in the hands of her Needlers and Breakers within the Hunting Corpse. When the designs are perfected (or an otherwise acceptable level of craftsmanship,) Riot willingly shares these inventions with her family.

• Riot's travels across Sornieth give her many opportunities to run into her family -- if she's privy to the knowledge on where to find them. Arguably the most sentimental of the nest, Riot doesn't let her Search or her Hunting get in the way of visiting her siblings when the opportunity presents itself.

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• Riot is aware of who her charge is just as early as her recognizing that she has the calling -- it was a matter of figuring out where the Plaguemother wanted her to be.

• The intuitive pull carried her around Sornieth, pushing her into more and more challenging circumstances and fights. And her travels enlighten her to the worldly insights of other clans and their customs. The opportunities to adapt and overcome were not lost on Riot -- she recognized the lessons that the Plaguebringer eased her into, or abruptly dropped her in.

• Deeper spiritual wisdom leads Riot ever closer to the understanding of balance between the Eleven. It becomes most apparent when conversing with Water dragons -- their concern and waning magic regarding their absent Father was enough to sympathize with. There was no feeling of conquest or opportunity in the Tidelord's absence. Indeed, The Sea of A Thousand Currents was a territory bordered by the most flights, yet the Tidelord's domain remained. The worry that rang in his worshipers' words felt like a resonant bell that answered back His Sister's sentiments. "Where did he go? Why is he gone? What is he searching for? What did he See?"

• In a longer eventuality, The Hunting Corpse settles in the Rotting Woods. Their base of operations. While Riot still participates in Collapses, her older years grant her the privilege of finding where the Plaguemother wished for her to settle... and to aide in the struggles happening beneath the Wasteland.

obligatory piglet lore ping @ringleaderising

let me know if anyone else would appreciate being pinged in Riot lore posts!

[eywaseclipse]

As much as I love clan lore and the peaceful clans weaving and storytelling, I am getting thirsty for the ash clan na’vi and Varang. The clan that tames Thanators.. the Metkayina going to war with the sky people after the events of atwow… the Sully’s revenge. Idk. I want angst. My nerdy senses are tingling… I need to channel all of that into a new chapter for my So’lek series.

[ringleaderising]

Can you tell me about the Constantine tab in your lair? I'm assuming Pete is not quite a normal dragon, what about the others? - frgreenmoon

You're completely correct in your assumption that Pete is not a... normal dragon. If we're being wholly accurate, Pete's not been a living thing for quite some time.

And his fellows in the Ever Constantine Mall are not friends, so much as... his most notable cast of victims.

TW: Horror themes, dragon death, 'zombies'/living doll themes.

I Got No Strings...

"...Frontman of metal band 'Half Dagger' found dead in the Ever Constantine Mall mere weeks before its planned grand opening- Ice Flight's authorities are working alongside Lightning's developmental crews to determine if this event is foul play...."

Hungry, resurrected- A new comment, I'm speaking tongues and infected, Atomic. My throat corroded, dissected, I've cut it. Petyr Shacklefrost "Pete" [He/It] [Pre-Reanimation]

Petyr Shacklefrost Better known by simply "Pete" was at one point a promising musician, the lead vocalist of the band Half Dagger and a well known punk in Plague's music scene, Pete spent much of his early life clawing his way from niche obscurity in Plague's music circles to something resembling mainstream success. and at one point, he simply... gave up.

With a loss of will but lingering, cutthroat ambition, he turned to rumor and ghost stories- an interest in the occult had been commonplace within his crew, after all, and among the stories shared over cold, cheap brews in taverns after shows- the tale of a Plague local from some time ago made something of a Goddess- a battle poet, a bard- a Mirror with her bones twisted and reshaped for an escape that still proved entirely futile- who in death offered her blessings to musicians she deemed worthy. But laziness and ambition in tandem do not a smart man make- and a plea to the wrong goddess would seal his fate.

Pete would be given what he sought- his trade made in blood on the grounds between Shadow and Plague where thick purple earth gave way to crawling sinew, he would be given a pendant- and a set of rules by the voice of what he surely thought was the lady of music- a string was a string, after all, Right?

It is unclear what rule Pete broke, or if he simply grew to bore the mistress he accidentally swore himself to- Sixteen cycles after he found the fame he so desperately clamored for- he would be found broken and lifeless in the construction zone of the Ever Constantine Mall.

His death would not be the respite he sought.

WE ARE VOLT-SPIRE ! ! !

Is this what you wanted? A clearer state of mind? Better bite the bullet~! Press down on bruises like wine heals better with time! From Left to Right: Heartb-b-beat (She/Her), RebelRebel [He/they], Ripley [They/She], Arcade [He/Him])

Time moves forward, and despite its rocky start, the Ever Constantine Mall quickly recovers from the troubling events of its grand opening- capitalism keeps Lightning flight at the forefront of invention and innovation, after all! Neon-soaked and a popular hangout with young locals, It's no surprise that it would draw in young creatives, over time- and our plucky young heroes for this story are the teenaged members of 'VOLT-SPIRE!' a pop punk outfit made up of drummer Ripley, lead guitar and backing vocalist Arcade, bassist and lead vocalist HeartBeat, and 'generally here because he's the only one who knows how to do sound tech and how to play the keys' RebelRebel, VOLT-SPIRE! is a project of plucky hope and lofty ambition, naivety turned into wild upward momentum, this little group of friends are the eponymous mall rats- though these days, its unclear if they still go because they like being at the Ever Constantine, or if they're simply guilty about the fate of their former rhythm guitarist, and co-founder of the band, Ducky.

The VOLT-SPIRE! kids are little more than a group of kids trying to enjoy the fleeting remainder of their childhood before they're expected to spread their wings and find a place of their own- friendships strained by strange happenings at their favorite hangout in the twilight hours of their time together, they cling to the good memories desperately.

Unbeknownst to the four of them, though, the Ever Constantine now exists contained in a time-loop, cycling back on itself to allow for the pursuit and containment of INTRUDER- a member of The Host who was created in the initial cataclysm- but the mangled reflection that caused the disappearance of their friend Ducky is not the only thing that lurks among the neon lit halls.

Now: Survive.

Aren't you lucky you're a bleeder?- Do what you need to stay alive. Bast Whipwire [He/Him], Pete [Post reanimation]

A deal made to the Puppeteer is one that the living never hope to escape- Pete had hoped death might be the freedom he sought, cut free of her strings, no longer bound to the will of something he never hoped to understand- no longer a puppet tied to her twisted rules- a new one each day to keep his newfound fame- her mocking laughter each time he nearly broke one.

He is now little more than an echo of what once was. The shambling, wire-bound remains of a once wild-eyed, passionate performer, the "Pete" of today is little more than a hollow doll guided by hunger. it crawls within him, leaves him desperate and moving surprisingly quickly through darkened hallways cast only in pale neons with jerky, unearthly movements as if guided by marionette strings affixed to each point of his body. He does not speak, the once-confident and capable way he carried conversation swallowed up with wild, hyena-like laughter and spilling, streaking puddles of black gore from his maw and injuries in his battle jacket clad pelt, hot like a flame and evaporating as they drip- smoky hands forming to pull invisible strings around his body.

And in the pursuit of the INTRUDER- Agent Bast finds himself the caregiver of the teens now trapped after hours in their practice space, the very music store where Shacklefrost made his final gamble- and lost. Pete is not a symptom of what Bast seeks, nor is it an entity he can cure, but he is a stopping block, and the more prevalent danger to the innocents within the cycle.

And thus, the INTRUDER will have to wait.

@frgreenmoon (bc you sent this on anon like, literal months ago lol)

[shoredeeppresage]

The Ohrans

The kingdom of Ohra is nestled on the edge of the lands of wind high in the mountains ruled by a dynasty dating back to the very beginning of dragonkind. The people of Ohra are kind and genial, oftentimes going out of their way to accommodate outsiders that have trekked into their homeland. They wait expectantly for the coronation and coming of age of their beloved prince Bhodi.

The country of Ohra's royal lineage is ancient and storied in the lands of the wind flight, though recently this unbroken line very nearly ceased to exist in a bloody coup that robbed the country of its rulers and the prince Bhodi of his parents.

The country itself is inhospitable in terms of travel and can only be reached by a handful of winding mountain paths that would prove nigh impossible for larger armies to travel, even the wind currents and thermals in these treacherous climes can only be navigated by the most experienced dragons of the wind flight.

Ohra is not known for their martial power, or their exports, but rather their philosophers and the quality of their navigators. Years of navigating the tumultuous air currents of Ohra make seasoned navigators surprisingly common in Ohran society.

[xxdemonicheartxx]

Meet Vico! (They/Them Xey/Xem)

They’re Ivory Eye's newest scout and field guide, noting wether or not plants, animals, paths and local vistas are safe or not, their keen eye and swift feet make xem very efficient at the job at hand, pouches for samples and notebooks adorn their apparel to bring back reports and specimens to the clan scholars for more in depth study.

Xey are an understudy of Conundrum and Lavitra

Conundrum is The Drifter's main scout and Lavitra is one of the clan's couriers these two have shown Vico safe paths and helped them start most of their notes for the best comprehension and safest paths back home no matter where xey find themself

[triiscuit-fr]

For the ask game- a dragon who likes conspiracy theories, and a dragon who keeps trying to convince them that conspiracy theories aren't real?

- @dragonflyght-rising

oh boy this is basically just talamir and aquila's dynamic but aquila doesn't argue outside his thoughts LMAO

talamir is the leader of eleven's unity, a large cult with the goal of making the deities all work together again. he thinks this will work.

aquila is talamir's personal guard, and often has to listen to his ramblings on the topic and pretend he agrees. he did not know what he was signing up for.

[mekha-draws]

Cardelia | Uvidirha | Sen | Joule | Ayua

The "This one guy sucks and ruined our lives" team ✨

Sharing what I've been working on with these fellas, I have brainworms and they are them.

These were just supposed to be "introductory" lore bits but then the bits got bigger orz

[moons-rising]

world building wednesday: PLANTS

narcala-ranar's signature plant is sunbeam rotala, which grows all over the clan's territory. it's never kepts in pots or garden plots, as it's supposed to be allowed to grow wild and free, and vast swathes of healthy thriving sunbeam rotala are seen as a good omen for the health and prosperity of the clan.

popular plants to be kept in pots on window sills and grown as ornamentation around the town's buildings are dayglo thresh, hallowed ivy, chickweed and dusty marigold.

potted fire lilies and cindervines are meticulously cared for to remember the clan's roots in the ashfall waste.

for food, the clan's gardens and fields grow strawberries, luminous almonds, sweet potatoes, honeycrisp apples and sunbeam figs. potash peaches and cindermint grow plenty on the slopes of the island volcano that cradles the town, and water lettuce can be found in many small artificial waterway weaving between other garden plots. along the coastline, seaberries are a popular snack, and giant kelp is gathered from the sea of thousand currents.

[clansunsharp]

Coordinating all these baby swaps for fosterage is making me look at Alacrith's offspring line again and like. Its so funny how her children are all over the fucking place lore wise.

Tempest is the firstborn, and she harassed her clutchmate, Typhon, so badly he moved out to serve the Lightweaver as soon as he possibly could. In adulthood she collaborated with the Shade to attempt a revolt and take over the clan, which ultimately failed and now shes in gay baby jail.

Rivuel was the second of her children to actually stay in the clan, and shes so averse to the Sunsharp work ethic that she intentionally cultivated a reputation for laziness and unreliability so nobody asked her to do anything. She now serves as an envoy for the clan and spends her days anywhere but home.

We have a string of exalted children, then:

Lutes, who took to a support role rather than following his exalted warrior siblings. He was a financial assistant to Iburel before he was killed in the Shadeshell Revolt.

A much, much longer string of exalted children (illustrating Alacrith's extreme aversion to familial attachment), then:

Bellicose, a ward to Clan Enigma who was supposed to join their border guard and ended up on their gathering team. He loves it and he's good at it, but Alacrith is a little annoyed her son is being reduced to a common hunter rather than, yknow, the soldier she promised he would be.

The rest of her children's lore is undetermined so far, but it could literally go anywhere and its exciting to see what will happen to everyone and how they will continue to disappoint their mother in new and creative ways.

[midoridragonuus]

the vibe of your lair is very cool!! i havent looked thru it thoroughly yet, but do you have like. an elevator pitch style about whats happening in there?

Thank you for the compliment! :)

Do you like a high salary? Paid accommodations? Free food, utilities, and schooling? How about free medical care? A guaranteed career in your specialized interest?

Yes?

What about more niche wants? A lunch date with your favorite celebrity? Your name on a new scientific discovery? A one of a kind artifact? The answer to who murdered your brother?

All this, for the low, low cost of signing your name on the dotted line! What other job has better benefits? Truly?

[blue-hamble]

Must all pirates be filled only with jest and rowdiness and fun? Is it not enough to look to the sea and sky, and yearn?

Uisge regards your questions with a smile as he absently plucks at his instrument. Even when he normally speaks, his voice is rich and melodious--soft without a melody to follow. Roses fail to completely mask the sharp scent of malt and ashes. (lore below the cut)

"Uisge" grew up with a different name, in a small Ice clan that was close-knit but not particularly affectionate. He was fascinated by fiction, specifically romantic art and music (of which his own family didn't show too much interest). He would devour books and pictures and performances with gusto. He threw his lot with the first wandering ship that came by, and started his career as a bard among pirates! Uisge learned a lot and was happy, despite the occasional brush with danger. He grew fond of his crewmates and delighted in performing to an enthusiastic audience (even salty sea dogs can shed a tear for love!); he named himself and took the surname "Chladach" after the ship. One evening, a touch too tipsy, Uisge decided to sneak off the ship and fool around with fellow enthusiasts of song and soliloquy. He awoke to news of ash, and the charred remains of his ship and crewmates--an attack in the night from old rivals had taken them by surprise, leaving no survivors. In sorrow Uisge turned back to the taverns and pubs that saved his life and mourned. His lyre and voice carried his pain and made him a fairly popular performer. Tales of a "lovelorn picaroon" yearning for something to ease the heartbreak of a lost home, penning dozens of songs and burning these unsent letters in hopes their ashes will reach the intended dead. Ultimately Uisge mourns that he cannot seem to stop mourning. His habits of imbibing alcohol and casual arson leave much to be desired, and his persistently lovelorn works (though quite popular! and indeed very good) do not soften his grief. Presently he has befriended Captain Emerald, a corsair and captain of the Tsunami Gem. Emerald had recommended to him the services of a sort-of ghost (?) therapist, Neomeris, and it seems to be doing quite a lot of good! He is not a formal member of the crew, but often travels with them.