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Clan of the Hallow Hand
A Roleplaying Hatchery

Their territory lies amongst the forgotten, abandoned temples within wretched realms of the Wandering Contagion. A ritualistic altar rises up from the center of a pit of bones and skeletal remains, standing stalwart despite the fleshy tendrils running up and down its impressive length. The land isn't wholly unguarded; imperial watchers scan the skies, allowing naught but messengers and captured prisoners into their rotten enclave.

Overcrowded and wrought with plague and disease, the lair's inhabitants appear on the verge of starvation. There's little sense of order; the dead and dying are carelessly thrown into the pit without remorse or distinction. A sacrificial cult, a sect claiming to hear the long-lost words of their beloved Plaguebringer, seem to be culling the population, condemning prisoners, trespassers and even their own to execution. The clan is weak; it's beginning to fall.

The lair's underbelly is primarily underground, hidden deep within stretches of maze-like catacombs and tunnels. Impossible to traverse and navigate, the lair's most influential dragons lurk within its depths-- that is, until it's time to spread the pestilent touch of their wrath to rival clans

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OOC:

Feel free to exalt, rename or retcon/delete any information I include. If you buy it, it's your dragon, do whatever you want! However, if you do retcon the biography, please do not include its parents, or any of my dragons, in its rewrite-- ie, if my dragon gifted her hatchlings to ease inter-clan tensions, please don't retcon/rewrite to state my dragon tried to kill them.
Dragons are usually priced around 15,000t unless they include art or new genes.
Willing to haggle, barter or trade! I'm always looking for apparel.
Whenever I have 8+ slots free, I'm happy to trade for roleplaying hatchlings if they fit the general theme of my lair (generally stone or blood-ish colours).
All dragons are exalted in two to three days so I can hatch the next clutch.

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Pinglist:

I can ping for all pairs, specific pairs, specific combos or specific dragons (ie, Vulture, Mumbo). As always, it's completely no-obligation. Happy to ping even if you're just curious or simply want to read along! Just let me know if you'd like to be removed. I try to hatch several nests at once to prevent spam.

I don't do reservations, but I'm happy to keep hatchlings aside if you missed their last clutch.

General: sokik, cinderrain, jollyroger, noxeryrs, dracoon, ekanos, falkarth, cakeon, moray, Deestracted, ashtastic, zangoose, heartmane, Cedric, Blackwinter, Lutielle

Vulture: carnifex, fenix, keep one aside for dracoon shhh

Vulture/Flamence: fenix gets first choice when it happens

Imperials, pearlcatchers, skydancers: zangoose

Last edited on Jul 04, 2016 18:57:34 by Skreel

[center][size=7][font=Palatino Linotype]Hatchery:[/font][/size] [size=3][color=maroon][i]Pairs will be added and updated as they breed. 5/40 currently listed. Some dragons have multiple mates. The majority of pairings are [b]Stone/Blood/Blood[/b].[/i][/color][/size][/center] [center] __________________________________________[/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/sNQ6mPS.png[/img][/center] [center][size=5][font=Palatino Linotype][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=462872][b]Voodoo[/b][/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=1781120][b]Tusken[/b][/url][/font][/size] [center][color=black]"[b]Unworthy[/b]."[/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=462872]Voodoo[/url] grimaces; the word cuts through her like a knife. The skydancer babbles unintelligibly, motioning towards the next hatchling upon the sacrificial altar with hurried, sweeping gestures. If that one was denounced, surely the other three are sa- [b][center]"[b]Unworthy[/b]."[/center][/b] She pauses. Her claw trembles, hanging mid-air-- hovering over the remainder of her clutch. With a snarl, she snaps upright, staring ruefully towards [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=1781120]Tusken[/url] and his so-called 'eyes'; those wretched, twisted [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=4671089]spiral[/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=2974&did=4671090]twins[/url]. Her expression seethes with hatred as she speaks. "My-... My mate," the skydancer spits, practically gagging upon the word. "Y'gadda talk some sense into th-" [center]"[b]Unworthy[/b]."[/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=4671089]Ghiradhamus[/url] interrupts Voodoo without remorse, without hesitation. The three-eyed spiral stares at the young dragons; his judgement is merciless. His coils run up and down the length of Tusken's neck- a ridgeback who's seemingly impassive to the fate of his own, beloved clutch. [center]"[b]Unworthy[/b]."[/center] Tusken smiles, almost apologetically, towards Voodoo. The emptiness of his words is masked by his lyrical, charismatic manner of speech. "I'm afraid I have no choice, my sweet. They are to be exalted." He stoops low, his tall, crooked body blanketing Voodoo and her children in shadow. "There's no greater honour." Voodoo's crimson eyes dart left and right before finally settling upon the four hatchlings. They're too young to understand the ramifications of Ghiradhamus' judgement. She's seen the sacrifices first-hand-- but she'd never have thought such cruelty would reach her own family. There's a lingering, pensive silence. Then, she darts forwards, flaring her feathers, her wings, screeching incoherently as she rushes her hatchlings. The vicious points of her claws and beak glint within the light of the setting sun. They're caught off-guard; they scarper, fleeing for their lives. Some run, some fly. [center]Voodoo's cackles echo far and wide before they're silenced by Tusken's own claws. [b]Hatchlings for sale (12,444t):[/b] All sold, thank you again! [/center] [center] __________________________________________[/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/q9FgCNE.png[/img][/center] [center][size=5][font=Palatino Linotype][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=10393][b]Vulture[/b][/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=7412971][b]Sleyvarris[/b][/url][/font][/size] [center]"[color=grey][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=10393]Vulture[/url], [color=grey]keep one. I implore you[/color]."[/color][/center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=1165636]Scalpel[/url] crooks forwards, his long, twisted body stooped low over the three eggs. He runs his gembond-riddled claws across their surfaces, feeling for blemishes, imperfections- for the life held within them. They're perfect; the Plaguebringer would be proud. However, there's no pride to be felt; uncertainty instead plays at his mind. The Imperial turns, staring at [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=10393]Vulture[/url]- a wildclaw barely capable of standing. His injuries have marred his body, the plague has latched onto his hide. Their beloved progenitor's health is waning; an ill-omen for the clan. Scalpel tuts as he awaits a response, his crimson gaze boring into Vulture's dull, lifeless form. His patience is met with naught but silence. [center][color=grey]"You're dying. We nee-[/color]" Scalpel's words are cut short.[/center] The wildclaw snaps, bearing his grizzled array of teeth in a loathsome snarl. He doesn't want to hear it; he doesn't [i]care[/i]. Vulture storms onwards, fighting against the weight of his injuries as he gathers the three, perfect eggs into his arms. It's rare he interacts with his own offspring- but [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=7412971]Sleyvarris[/url] harbours no interest in her young; they're an unwanted distraction from the glory of war. He sneers, trembling as he struggles to hold his ailing body upright. Scalpel merely frowns, his expression cast in shades of dismay. [center]"[color=maroon]Don't question me. I'll-... I'll-...[/color]"[/center] Vulture grimaces, spreading his withered wings; two glistening banners of plague. He exchanges a long, lingering look with the imperial before finally taking flight, soaring into the skies above the Wyrmwound's frothing cauldron. It's not long before he reaches the fringes of his own territory. Even now, in the height of his leadership, he's reluctant to stray outside its wretched borders. The wildclaw curses, inwardly chiding his weakness, as he hides each, individual egg within scattered piles of bones and debris. He carefully scrutinises his work. Are they hidden? Are they safe? Vulture turns to leave- before hesitating, staring over his shoulder. Is this the right decision? Is there any truth to Scalpel's words? He stands there for what feels like an eternity; a father and his children. Finally, the dragon forces himself to leave-- doubt is an emotion ill-befitting a leader. [center]They will survive; they will adapt. Perhaps, if fate smiles upon him, they'll meet again. [b]Hatchlings for sale (15,444t):[/b] Whoaaa, all gone! Thank you! [center] __________________________________________[/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/pMZnvON.png[/img][/center] [center][size=5][font=Palatino Linotype][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=3379333][b]Xoatallis[/b][/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=3195186][b]Hallanvaradu[/b][/url][/font][/size] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=3195186]Hallanvaradu[/url] vigilantly watches over the nest- allowing [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=3379333]Xoatallis[/url] a moment of rest and respite. After everything she's been through, it's only fair he plays his role in guarding their young. A single, shining egg glistens amongst the feathers; it's a humble clutch. He slithers to the ground, coiling his slender, scaled body about his young- before a piercing cry echoes forth from the world beyond his lair. He frowns, brows furrowing. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=1781120]Has another dragon been exalted?[/url] Fur bristling on end, the imperial strays from his enclave, his gaze fixated upon the distant rise of the clan's sacred temple. One of his own kind falls down from atop its precipice, landing with a bone-shattering thud within the pit-- the mass-grave surrounding the ruins like a moat. He frowns, watching, waiting. Finally, Hallanvaradu's gaze drifts back to his nest, to his egg. Would the child, too, meet such a grizzly end? He leans forwards, gently scooping it up into his embrace. Remorse tears at every fibre of his being- but Xoatallis would understand. Xoatallis would forgive him. Their child deserves protection of another clan; it's not safe here. It has to be done. [b]Hatchling for Sale (25,444t):[/b] Sold! [center] __________________________________________[/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/KzWgYKg.png[/img][/center] [center][size=5][font=Palatino Linotype][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=1407583][b]Larten[/b][/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=2393363][b]Silphidae[/b] [/url][/font][/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=2393363]Silphidae[/url] keeps her head low, her body stooped, as she wanders through the withered depths of the contagion. The [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=4510701]clan's watcher[/url], after all, never sleeps-- even now, the imperial's ever-seeing gaze traces her cautious movements. The coatl shudders, feeling a chill slither down her spine, before hastening her pace. Two egg-like protrusions bulge out from the satchel she carries between her teeth. [i]Hush, it won't be long now.[/i] The sun sets before she reaches the edge of the clan's territory. She bows her head, staring vacantly at a long-abandoned skeleton of a pearlcatcher-- a warning to travelers and assailants alike. It's a familiar, calming spot; one she visits on occasion. Silphidae manages a limp, forced smile as she pays her respects to the bones of a former friend. Even in death, he can still help her. She leans forwards, nestling the two eggs, safe and warm, next to the remains of her fallen companion. They deserve a chance to survive-- to be free of [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=10393]Vulture's[/url] iron-clad reign.[/center] [center][b]Hatchlings for Sale (12,444t):[/b] Both sold! @Sokik you are a [i]monster[/i]. [center] __________________________________________[/center] [center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/yxzF3un.png[/img][/center] [center][size=5][font=Palatino Linotype][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=15663180][b]Saul[/b][/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=16216435][b]Qebehsenuef[/b][/url][/font][/size] [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=15663180]Saul[/url] snarls, her expression a mask of unrestrained fury as she tears apart her cave, tossing aside bones, decorative banners-- anything that isn't rooted firm to the ground. Where are they!? She nursed their pustulent eggs, vigilantly guarding them day after day. She then left, barely for an hour, to sate her gnawing hunger. Now they're gone. She grinds her claws into the dirt, staring, wild-eyed, at the ruined remains of her nest. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=2974&tab=dragon&did=16216435]He[/url] took them.[/center] [center][b]Hatchlings for Sale (50,444t):[/b] Both gone, thank you! [center] __________________________________________[/center]

Skreel

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January 18, 2014 16:48:16

Hatchery:
Pairs will be added and updated as they breed. 5/40 currently listed.
Some dragons have multiple mates.
The majority of pairings are Stone/Blood/Blood.

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Voodoo and Tusken

"Unworthy."

Voodoo grimaces; the word cuts through her like a knife. The skydancer babbles unintelligibly, motioning towards the next hatchling upon the sacrificial altar with hurried, sweeping gestures. If that one was denounced, surely the other three are sa-

"Unworthy."

She pauses. Her claw trembles, hanging mid-air-- hovering over the remainder of her clutch. With a snarl, she snaps upright, staring ruefully towards Tusken and his so-called 'eyes'; those wretched, twisted spiral twins. Her expression seethes with hatred as she speaks. "My-... My mate," the skydancer spits, practically gagging upon the word. "Y'gadda talk some sense into th-"

"Unworthy."

Ghiradhamus interrupts Voodoo without remorse, without hesitation. The three-eyed spiral stares at the young dragons; his judgement is merciless. His coils run up and down the length of Tusken's neck- a ridgeback who's seemingly impassive to the fate of his own, beloved clutch.

"Unworthy."

Tusken smiles, almost apologetically, towards Voodoo. The emptiness of his words is masked by his lyrical, charismatic manner of speech. "I'm afraid I have no choice, my sweet. They are to be exalted." He stoops low, his tall, crooked body blanketing Voodoo and her children in shadow. "There's no greater honour."

Voodoo's crimson eyes dart left and right before finally settling upon the four hatchlings. They're too young to understand the ramifications of Ghiradhamus' judgement. She's seen the sacrifices first-hand-- but she'd never have thought such cruelty would reach her own family. There's a lingering, pensive silence.

Then, she darts forwards, flaring her feathers, her wings, screeching incoherently as she rushes her hatchlings. The vicious points of her claws and beak glint within the light of the setting sun. They're caught off-guard; they scarper, fleeing for their lives. Some run, some fly.

Voodoo's cackles echo far and wide before they're silenced by Tusken's own claws.

Hatchlings for sale (12,444t):
All sold, thank you again!

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Vulture and Sleyvarris

"Vulture, keep one. I implore you."

Scalpel crooks forwards, his long, twisted body stooped low over the three eggs. He runs his gembond-riddled claws across their surfaces, feeling for blemishes, imperfections- for the life held within them. They're perfect; the Plaguebringer would be proud.

However, there's no pride to be felt; uncertainty instead plays at his mind. The Imperial turns, staring at Vulture- a wildclaw barely capable of standing. His injuries have marred his body, the plague has latched onto his hide. Their beloved progenitor's health is waning; an ill-omen for the clan. Scalpel tuts as he awaits a response, his crimson gaze boring into Vulture's dull, lifeless form. His patience is met with naught but silence.

"You're dying. We nee-" Scalpel's words are cut short.

The wildclaw snaps, bearing his grizzled array of teeth in a loathsome snarl. He doesn't want to hear it; he doesn't care. Vulture storms onwards, fighting against the weight of his injuries as he gathers the three, perfect eggs into his arms. It's rare he interacts with his own offspring- but Sleyvarris harbours no interest in her young; they're an unwanted distraction from the glory of war. He sneers, trembling as he struggles to hold his ailing body upright. Scalpel merely frowns, his expression cast in shades of dismay.

"Don't question me. I'll-... I'll-..."

Vulture grimaces, spreading his withered wings; two glistening banners of plague. He exchanges a long, lingering look with the imperial before finally taking flight, soaring into the skies above the Wyrmwound's frothing cauldron.

It's not long before he reaches the fringes of his own territory. Even now, in the height of his leadership, he's reluctant to stray outside its wretched borders. The wildclaw curses, inwardly chiding his weakness, as he hides each, individual egg within scattered piles of bones and debris. He carefully scrutinises his work. Are they hidden? Are they safe? Vulture turns to leave- before hesitating, staring over his shoulder. Is this the right decision? Is there any truth to Scalpel's words? He stands there for what feels like an eternity; a father and his children. Finally, the dragon forces himself to leave-- doubt is an emotion ill-befitting a leader.

They will survive; they will adapt. Perhaps, if fate smiles upon him, they'll meet again.

Hatchlings for sale (15,444t):

Whoaaa, all gone! Thank you!

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Xoatallis and Hallanvaradu

Hallanvaradu vigilantly watches over the nest- allowing Xoatallis a moment of rest and respite. After everything she's been through, it's only fair he plays his role in guarding their young. A single, shining egg glistens amongst the feathers; it's a humble clutch. He slithers to the ground, coiling his slender, scaled body about his young- before a piercing cry echoes forth from the world beyond his lair. He frowns, brows furrowing. Has another dragon been exalted?

Fur bristling on end, the imperial strays from his enclave, his gaze fixated upon the distant rise of the clan's sacred temple. One of his own kind falls down from atop its precipice, landing with a bone-shattering thud within the pit-- the mass-grave surrounding the ruins like a moat.

He frowns, watching, waiting. Finally, Hallanvaradu's gaze drifts back to his nest, to his egg. Would the child, too, meet such a grizzly end? He leans forwards, gently scooping it up into his embrace. Remorse tears at every fibre of his being- but Xoatallis would understand. Xoatallis would forgive him. Their child deserves protection of another clan; it's not safe here.

It has to be done.

Hatchling for Sale (25,444t):

Sold!

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Larten and Silphidae

Silphidae keeps her head low, her body stooped, as she wanders through the withered depths of the contagion. The clan's watcher, after all, never sleeps-- even now, the imperial's ever-seeing gaze traces her cautious movements. The coatl shudders, feeling a chill slither down her spine, before hastening her pace. Two egg-like protrusions bulge out from the satchel she carries between her teeth. Hush, it won't be long now.

The sun sets before she reaches the edge of the clan's territory. She bows her head, staring vacantly at a long-abandoned skeleton of a pearlcatcher-- a warning to travelers and assailants alike. It's a familiar, calming spot; one she visits on occasion. Silphidae manages a limp, forced smile as she pays her respects to the bones of a former friend. Even in death, he can still help her.

She leans forwards, nestling the two eggs, safe and warm, next to the remains of her fallen companion. They deserve a chance to survive-- to be free of Vulture's iron-clad reign.

Hatchlings for Sale (12,444t):

Both sold! @Sokik you are a monster.

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Saul and Qebehsenuef

Saul snarls, her expression a mask of unrestrained fury as she tears apart her cave, tossing aside bones, decorative banners-- anything that isn't rooted firm to the ground. Where are they!? She nursed their pustulent eggs, vigilantly guarding them day after day. She then left, barely for an hour, to sate her gnawing hunger. Now they're gone.

She grinds her claws into the dirt, staring, wild-eyed, at the ruined remains of her nest.

He took them.

Hatchlings for Sale (50,444t):

Both gone, thank you!

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Last edited on Nov 16, 2015 18:52:54 by Skreel

@skreel

I don't suppose you'd be willing to take 800-900k for the crackle one? o3o

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@skreel

I don't suppose you'd be willing to take 800-900k for the crackle one? o3o

@Kadaj Oooh-- it's right in the range I'm looking for! Hope it's alright if I wait a wee bit (waiting on a reply from someone!) and get back to you. ;u;

Skreel

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January 19, 2014 14:27:36

@Kadaj Oooh-- it's right in the range I'm looking for! Hope it's alright if I wait a wee bit (waiting on a reply from someone!) and get back to you. ;u;

@skreel

okay ^^

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January 19, 2014 14:46:24

@skreel

okay ^^

Working on converting. Five new babies too! c:

Skreel

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January 24, 2014 07:52:25

Working on converting. Five new babies too! c:

@Skreel I'm just going to come here and roll around the thread and oogle the pretty dragons.
PRETTY.
DRAGONS.

Also fhfhghf Larten and Hyena count me in on that ping list glorious bandage-swathed bloody imps.

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@Skreel I'm just going to come here and roll around the thread and oogle the pretty dragons.
PRETTY.
DRAGONS.

Also fhfhghf Larten and Hyena count me in on that ping list glorious bandage-swathed bloody imps.

@Skreel Could I get pinged for your bloodvessel mirrors, please? I'd love to see what they hatch out.

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January 24, 2014 08:55:16

@Skreel Could I get pinged for your bloodvessel mirrors, please? I'd love to see what they hatch out.

and it's peaceful in the deep
cathedral where you cannot breathe
no need to pray, no need to speak

{wishlist} {legacy challenge} {hatchery} {clan lore}

Four one-egg nests. Hatchery is entirely one-egg.

@Slee AwwHGJdfsfw! They're not quite as pretty as beb's dragons. I still can't get over those two imperials ghgfh. They're absolutely glorious! ;A;

They breed this week--I'll scream to the heavens when they are ready!

@justjasper Can do! They're currently sitting on a one-egg nest (d'oh!), but I'll let you know when it hatches. ;u;

Skreel