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Biologiquill's Clan

Quoth the Raven: "Your tax return is coming."

Ancient Lair

carved into the

Cloudscrape Crags

Clan Info

Moved from Lightning to Ice in June 2021

STORMVIEW RESORT

The blizzard had come in hard and fast, and you hadn't been prepared to handle it. You stumble onwards, too high now in this lesser peak of the Crags to descend without being able to see more than three feet in front of you; the next trail marker was supposed to be near a small traveler's cabin where you might be able to weather the storm, if you aren't already hopelessly lost.

You aren't sure how long you've spent struggling through the increasingly bad weather when you see the sign, stark black letters standing out like a beacon against the white abyss of the snow. Desperately, you struggle forwards, finally making out the words "STORMVIEW RESORT" alongside the inviting depiction of a candle and an arrow directing you onwards. You don't remember there being any resort on this part of the mountain, but you're no longer sure how far you've wandered from the path, and you're loath to turn down the potential of a warm fire and a cozy nest.

With few other options, you trudge on. The shape of a massive, dark building begins to loom just ahead.

CLAN SPINEHOME

It feels like you've been wandering for years without seeing anything. The Stormcatcher's deserts are vast and empty, only the occasional cactus or rock breaking the monotony, and few if any clans seem to have made this particular section of the harsh landscape- far away from the life-giving resources of the ocean as well as the Tempest Spire looming above- their home.

Metal clangs beneath your feet.

You look down and find that you're standing on a hatch, a small entryway just big enough for an imperial willing to go through a tight squeeze, out of place in this absent landscape. Curious, you reach down and pry the hatch open...

THE LAPIN

Today is gorgeous. The skies are clear and bright, and a gentle breeze brushes softly through the air. In the distance, hatchlings play and tussle, enjoying the weather while it lasts.

You haven't looked up in a while when a shadow falls over you. A cloud? You had seen none before, and it would have had to move awfully fast to cross the entire horizon so quickly. You turn your eyes upward, and it is not a cloud but an airship that greets your vision, massive and many-winged.

The hatchlings begin yelling in joy and excitement. This is the Lapin: a trader's ship that stops by your clan at least once a season. A smile tugs at your lips. Maybe this time you'll beat that Ridgeback at cards...

S.P.L.A.T.

Your clan has been expecting some traders to come through town for several days now, but the higher-ups have been fairly secretive about who they are. You were expecting a pleasant surprise, possibly some rare goods from other regions kept quiet for fear of the caravan being hijacked. Maybe some honey from the Windswept Plateau?

It's been nearly a week since they were supposed to arrive, though, and you and nearly everyone around you is beginning to give up hope. An air of disappointment has been hanging over the clan for days, everything somewhat more somber than usual, and work ethic is decreasing noticeably.

One morning, however, you wake up to laughter and excited chatter outside of your window. You rush outside-- are the traders finally here? Before you can spot them, a bright, colorful light flashes right in front of your face. You stumble back, temporarily blinded, and trip over some barrels outside of your house.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" A hand grasps yours, pulling you upright. As you blink the spots of color away from your vision, you come face to face with a mottled gray Coatl, who grins at you before taking off to rejoin his crew. Your eyes widen.

Two Ridgebacks stand atop a massive, rolling, treaded vehicle. Metal plating glints in the harsh desert sun, embedded in the neck of the male; the female, neck craned nobly, scans the crowd with a shrewd gaze. A third Ridgeback, a Snapper, and a Guardian follow behind, roughly in step with each other. A Mirror perched on the back of the vehicle is launching fireworks, mostly up into the air. A Spiral circles in the skies, cutting marvelous patterns through the air.

"SO," The augmented Ridgeback calls, voice booming over all the chatter, "I HEARD SOMEONE HERE WANTED TO BUY A BOMB!"

...You're beginning to get the impression these aren't normal traders after all.

AMBER DOWN

You squint grumpily down at the scrap of paper the dragon at the last trading post had claimed was a map. A vague scribble of landmarks and arrows, it did very little to help you find your way through the Shifting Expanse.

You're honestly starting to wonder if this so-called "Amber Down" is real at all, or if it's just some lie cooked up to sell fake maps and information to greedy, vengeful travelers. They're supposed to be one of the best mercenary groups in the area, and it does make sense that such a premium enterprise would want to stay secretive, but... come on. This map has you following a "curly wire" for ten miles. All the wires are curly!

Just when you're about to give up and accept your losses, a set of claws wrap loosely around your throat.

"I hear you were looking to hire a mercenary."

...You suddenly hope you hadn't been grumbling out loud.

Mods- I share an IP address and occasionally a computer with Vikusen.

Dream dragons:
Tundra F, Blood Poison/Teal Toxin/Caribbean Glimmer(Thank you BloodyAngel12 for gifting her!)
Any breed/gender, Sanguine Skink/Carrot Toxin/Obsidian Thylacine
Any breed/gender, Teal Tapir/Cantaloupe Striation/Cantaloupe Glimmer or Capsule
Snapper M, Flint Wasp/Spruce Bee/Thistle Filigree
Ridgeback M, Carmine Python/Gloom Shimmer/Metals Glimmer
Any breed/gender, Copper Petals/Mantis Noxtide/Sunset Glimmer
Spiral M/F, Mantis Tapir/Violet Toxin/Nightshade Ringlets/Shadow Dark Sclera

Things to get: