Yo! I'll probably put all this on tumblr too but right now I'm to lazy. This is going to be where all my clan lore goes! As well as random things like a lost of clan themes I made up one night.
Basic info:
Name: Clan Ghost Lights
Motto: Revel in the lights in the dark
Current Lair location: Emberglow Hearth (Great Furnace)
Patriarch: Rezmor
Matriarch: MinthaRosa (Minty)
First Consort: Iizstrun (Izzy)
Second Consort: Firefly
Current # of members: 90/100 Permanent member/5 Impermanent members
Stance on beastclans: Wary, suspicious first, dislikes most Harpies, Serthis and Longnecks.
# of Beast clan captives/tenants: Many allies
Emperor threat: Imminent (6 Imperials)
Noteworthy things: Home to the Ouroboros Bathhouse. Lair was previously home to another clan, during expansion Rezmor unearthed an ancient human complex in which there was a library that was home to a ghost of a human blessed by the Flamecaller herself. Knows things she shouldn't and is in communication with many unknown others. Only a handful of members are capable of hearing and seeing her including Rezmor, Iizstrun, Zul, Gevild, Lokunfaad and Revenr. The longer clanmates stay around the more they will become aware of her presence though only a few are fully aware of her. For now they either think they're crazy or just skeptical although they can't argue about the apparently sentient floating pen and paper. Or how fire will randomly turn purple and they suddenly feel eyes watching them. ('Pen' gets great amusement out of this.)
Gender Ratio(only counting basic two): 47/2 Females, 43/3 Males
Mirrors-9
Fae-10
Guardians-5
Tundra-4
Spirals-11
Pearlcatchers-5/3
Snappers-5
Ridgebacks-1
Skydancers-8
Coatl-8/1
Wildclaw-10
Imperial-6
Nocture-7/1
Earth-4
Fire-26/1
Wind-9
Water-5/1
Lightning-7/1
Ice-5/1
Shadow-4/1
Light-7
Nature-12
Plague-6
Arcane-5
Yo! I'll probably put all this on tumblr too but right now I'm to lazy. This is going to be where all my clan lore goes! As well as random things like a lost of clan themes I made up one night.
Basic info:
Name: Clan Ghost Lights
Motto: Revel in the lights in the dark
Current Lair location: Emberglow Hearth (Great Furnace)
Patriarch: Rezmor
Matriarch: MinthaRosa (Minty)
First Consort: Iizstrun (Izzy)
Second Consort: Firefly
Current # of members: 90/100 Permanent member/5 Impermanent members
Stance on beastclans: Wary, suspicious first, dislikes most Harpies, Serthis and Longnecks.
# of Beast clan captives/tenants: Many allies
Emperor threat: Imminent (6 Imperials)
Noteworthy things: Home to the Ouroboros Bathhouse. Lair was previously home to another clan, during expansion Rezmor unearthed an ancient human complex in which there was a library that was home to a ghost of a human blessed by the Flamecaller herself. Knows things she shouldn't and is in communication with many unknown others. Only a handful of members are capable of hearing and seeing her including Rezmor, Iizstrun, Zul, Gevild, Lokunfaad and Revenr. The longer clanmates stay around the more they will become aware of her presence though only a few are fully aware of her. For now they either think they're crazy or just skeptical although they can't argue about the apparently sentient floating pen and paper. Or how fire will randomly turn purple and they suddenly feel eyes watching them. ('Pen' gets great amusement out of this.)
Gender Ratio(only counting basic two): 47/2 Females, 43/3 Males
Mirrors-9
Fae-10
Guardians-5
Tundra-4
Spirals-11
Pearlcatchers-5/3
Snappers-5
Ridgebacks-1
Skydancers-8
Coatl-8/1
Wildclaw-10
Imperial-6
Nocture-7/1
Earth-4
Fire-26/1
Wind-9
Water-5/1
Lightning-7/1
Ice-5/1
Shadow-4/1
Light-7
Nature-12
Plague-6
Arcane-5
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IronPen
So I don't lose this and reserved for index!
Page 1: General Information and Census, Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, an outdated size chart and fandragons wishlist.
Page 2: Chapters 5, 6, 7, 8 and Job listings 5/20/15
Page 3: N/A
Pinglist:
Katerrn, Waterrain
Other links-
My gene story thread:
http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1465465
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IronPen
So I don't lose this and reserved for index!
Page 1: General Information and Census, Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, an outdated size chart and fandragons wishlist.
Page 2: Chapters 5, 6, 7, 8 and Job listings 5/20/15
Page 3: N/A
Pinglist:
Katerrn, Waterrain
Other links-
My gene story thread:
http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1465465
Progenitors: Wax and Peppermint
The Ashfall Wastes are a harsh place to exist and make a living unless one is born to the Flamecaller which makes life a little bit easier. The Flamecaller herself is not a kind god, like the smiths her people are known for she does her level best to burn out the impurities of her children and those who dwell in her realm. She will have nothing but the strongest, the best, anything that can't take the heat of life and time and experience will either break and return to be reforged anew or be tossed away as slag, to impure to use and forever out of her favor.
However, the Flamecaller is not cruel either, she would not be the type to send a shield to do a swords job or a pot to be a necklace, she doesn't ask for them to be more then due. For all that she is the flame of a forge she is also the flame of a hearth and will turn none away who seek to try. This side of her is best expressed in one part of her realm, the Emberglow Hearth where many young clans reside as well as the birth place for all those with she calls Her own. For you see as all gods of Sornieth the Flamecaller also has a place for her progenitors to come into the world.
Progenitors are a special kind of dragon, born of the very blood and bone and magic and soul of a god to be sent out into the world and spread their influence. Oh all unborn hatchlings in her realm are touched by her magic but only a few can truly be called Hers. They come in pairs, always two, nearly always one of four breeds; Mirrors, Faes, Tundras and Guardians. Why these four? No one is quite sure why but it's been speculated they're just the easiest to make, even by the gods their own maker opposes. Others speculate it's for versatility or for the traits they exemplify. Even the Flamecallers own make, the Coatls are passed over in this way. Whatever the reason the birth of a progenitor is a blessed and celebrated event by many or scoffed at by others or just shrugged off by some. More often then not progenitors come about out of the blue, there was nothing there a minute ago and now look there's a dragon! Those who do see the birth of them often come away awed though even if all they do is fall out of the sky, it's said there's a air about the experience as if something is being highly anticipated and will not disappoint. And such an event is taking place right now.
In a quiet part of the area with not a soul around a magma vent sits unusually still. The others around it bubble and simmer away the same as always. The air grows still, heavy and full of intent and anticipation. Then a great two bubbles of lava well up, shaping themselves into vague egg shapes before seeming to bend over the rim of the vent and each deposited two still dragons onto the ash covered ground before retreating back into the vent. As suddenly as everything stilled it jerked back to life and yet the air seemed to buzzing with anticipation as if some great being was impatiently waiting for something. Finally after what seems hours the tension breaks as one of the dragons stirs.
Slowly he opens his four eyes and staggers to his feet like a newborn deer. He shakes off what lava is left on his hide carelessly as if it wasn't one of the hottest substances on the planet. While he begins to stretch out the second one stirs, her two eyes blinking sleepily as she raises her head, happily humming as lava slides off her fur like it was repelled. She rests for a moment longer while the male starts to pace around their waking spot, checking all four directions before finally settling down next to her. They immediately begin in a staring contest as they take in the form of their companion. Companion, life partner, one true mate, the other half of a soul, the greatest friend, all of these have been used to describe the bond between progenitors, made to be each others in the eye of their maker. To be the balancing points, their compliment, their flip side of a coin, their rival, their greatest enemy progenitors find themselves falling into such roles on instinct.
It's the female tundra to move first, stretching her seafoam muzzle the short distance between and taking a long deep breath. Tension again fills the air as she pulls back and studies him intently. Its almost electric the stares they give each other as if they're about to lunge at each other and-
...
The tension dies like a blown out candle as she scrunches up her face at the smell of him. "You smell like wax and sulfur." she stats as if unsure if that's a good smell or not.
The male just raises a unperturbed white fin at her. "And you smell like peppermint and roses. Is that a bad thing?" he asks easily. She blinks at him before thinking about it for a mintue.
"No." she finally says, "Just weird."
"Uh-huh." he hums turning his head to check their surroundings again, flexing his violet wings. "We shouldn't stay here much longer Minty, it's too open." Is all he says before trotting off in a seemingly random direction. She hauls herself to her feet and trots after him, settling her own charcoal wings along her back.
She pulls a face at the nickname, "That doesn't sound right, I want it more pretty like...like...how about MinthaRosa?"
"Sure Minty, that can be your name." he answered amused. "Well what name are you giving yourself?" She pouts back.
"...wax and sulfur you said...then Rezmor will be my name." he declares proudly before they both fall silent and follow the instinctive pull like a proverbial finger that was them pointing west. Eventually they come across what looked like a cave entrance but closer inspection showed the obsidian and dirt and rocks were too finely placed and sculpted to be anything but dragonmade, worn though it looked. They venture inside and after a few twists and turns they end up in a large chamber with a side entrance leading to a room supplies and vague sleep spots and a low burning hearth. A bit more exploration shows that while this was indeed an dragon den it was long abandoned. It also showed signs of being much bigger but most of the tunnels were caved in and would have to be dug out but luckily everything else seemed stable. Relieved and tired they settle down for a short nap before the instinct to do and act would set off another flurry of motion and activity.
Progenitors: Wax and Peppermint
The Ashfall Wastes are a harsh place to exist and make a living unless one is born to the Flamecaller which makes life a little bit easier. The Flamecaller herself is not a kind god, like the smiths her people are known for she does her level best to burn out the impurities of her children and those who dwell in her realm. She will have nothing but the strongest, the best, anything that can't take the heat of life and time and experience will either break and return to be reforged anew or be tossed away as slag, to impure to use and forever out of her favor.
However, the Flamecaller is not cruel either, she would not be the type to send a shield to do a swords job or a pot to be a necklace, she doesn't ask for them to be more then due. For all that she is the flame of a forge she is also the flame of a hearth and will turn none away who seek to try. This side of her is best expressed in one part of her realm, the Emberglow Hearth where many young clans reside as well as the birth place for all those with she calls Her own. For you see as all gods of Sornieth the Flamecaller also has a place for her progenitors to come into the world.
Progenitors are a special kind of dragon, born of the very blood and bone and magic and soul of a god to be sent out into the world and spread their influence. Oh all unborn hatchlings in her realm are touched by her magic but only a few can truly be called Hers. They come in pairs, always two, nearly always one of four breeds; Mirrors, Faes, Tundras and Guardians. Why these four? No one is quite sure why but it's been speculated they're just the easiest to make, even by the gods their own maker opposes. Others speculate it's for versatility or for the traits they exemplify. Even the Flamecallers own make, the Coatls are passed over in this way. Whatever the reason the birth of a progenitor is a blessed and celebrated event by many or scoffed at by others or just shrugged off by some. More often then not progenitors come about out of the blue, there was nothing there a minute ago and now look there's a dragon! Those who do see the birth of them often come away awed though even if all they do is fall out of the sky, it's said there's a air about the experience as if something is being highly anticipated and will not disappoint. And such an event is taking place right now.
In a quiet part of the area with not a soul around a magma vent sits unusually still. The others around it bubble and simmer away the same as always. The air grows still, heavy and full of intent and anticipation. Then a great two bubbles of lava well up, shaping themselves into vague egg shapes before seeming to bend over the rim of the vent and each deposited two still dragons onto the ash covered ground before retreating back into the vent. As suddenly as everything stilled it jerked back to life and yet the air seemed to buzzing with anticipation as if some great being was impatiently waiting for something. Finally after what seems hours the tension breaks as one of the dragons stirs.
Slowly he opens his four eyes and staggers to his feet like a newborn deer. He shakes off what lava is left on his hide carelessly as if it wasn't one of the hottest substances on the planet. While he begins to stretch out the second one stirs, her two eyes blinking sleepily as she raises her head, happily humming as lava slides off her fur like it was repelled. She rests for a moment longer while the male starts to pace around their waking spot, checking all four directions before finally settling down next to her. They immediately begin in a staring contest as they take in the form of their companion. Companion, life partner, one true mate, the other half of a soul, the greatest friend, all of these have been used to describe the bond between progenitors, made to be each others in the eye of their maker. To be the balancing points, their compliment, their flip side of a coin, their rival, their greatest enemy progenitors find themselves falling into such roles on instinct.
It's the female tundra to move first, stretching her seafoam muzzle the short distance between and taking a long deep breath. Tension again fills the air as she pulls back and studies him intently. Its almost electric the stares they give each other as if they're about to lunge at each other and-
...
The tension dies like a blown out candle as she scrunches up her face at the smell of him. "You smell like wax and sulfur." she stats as if unsure if that's a good smell or not.
The male just raises a unperturbed white fin at her. "And you smell like peppermint and roses. Is that a bad thing?" he asks easily. She blinks at him before thinking about it for a mintue.
"No." she finally says, "Just weird."
"Uh-huh." he hums turning his head to check their surroundings again, flexing his violet wings. "We shouldn't stay here much longer Minty, it's too open." Is all he says before trotting off in a seemingly random direction. She hauls herself to her feet and trots after him, settling her own charcoal wings along her back.
She pulls a face at the nickname, "That doesn't sound right, I want it more pretty like...like...how about MinthaRosa?"
"Sure Minty, that can be your name." he answered amused. "Well what name are you giving yourself?" She pouts back.
"...wax and sulfur you said...then Rezmor will be my name." he declares proudly before they both fall silent and follow the instinctive pull like a proverbial finger that was them pointing west. Eventually they come across what looked like a cave entrance but closer inspection showed the obsidian and dirt and rocks were too finely placed and sculpted to be anything but dragonmade, worn though it looked. They venture inside and after a few twists and turns they end up in a large chamber with a side entrance leading to a room supplies and vague sleep spots and a low burning hearth. A bit more exploration shows that while this was indeed an dragon den it was long abandoned. It also showed signs of being much bigger but most of the tunnels were caved in and would have to be dug out but luckily everything else seemed stable. Relieved and tired they settle down for a short nap before the instinct to do and act would set off another flurry of motion and activity.
((Oohhhh look at those mirrors! Thank you MaerCin! My clan lore might just get switched up cause look at those color ranges! ))
((Oohhhh look at those mirrors! Thank you MaerCin! My clan lore might just get switched up cause look at those color ranges! ))
The Halls of a Ghost
After awakening from their nap they set to work. Minty went out to gather more food and supplies while Rezmor began to clean up the lair and double check its stability. While in one particular tunnel he felt the not-instinct rear its head and began to dig furiously. Distantly he could here Minty return and approach before retreating and leaving the lair again. Time went by without any notice as he dug and dug and dug only stopping to ensure that the tunnel was still stable.
Eventually, he felt it subside and became aware of his surroundings again. He was in a large chamber somewhat smaller then what they'd determined was the foyer and filled with junk and scraps from what seemed to be a mad dash out of here. Most of the rooms were empty and seemed to have been the home of smiths of the clan given the random tools and bits of metalwork around. He even found a simple iron necklace free of any detail but expertly made that was just his size, he put it on proudly before scouring for anything for Minty. That was when he found a peculiar thing.
There was one door that was half off its bolts covering what seemed to be an ordinary storage room. He wiped some dirt off the front and indeed all it said was that it was the armor vault. Yet in all the rush to leave this room was nearly still full of supplies and work. Yet right in the back was a hastily erected barrier over a hole in the wall a sign hanging off a chain nailed to it. He brushed away the dust but the writing was to illegible and faded to make out much. It seemed to be a standard warning sign, he figured it was just a accident during expansion and the diggers had dug too far and hit the storage room.
Tearing a few planks away so he could squeeze through he slipped through and stood up. It was dark in this part and the ground was smooth, no transplanted glowing moss or lava lamps to give any light but he saw a faint blue glow to his right and went towards it figuring he would come out in a part of the lair they hadn't dug out yet. He froze in place though as he turned the corner and beheld where he had truly ended up.
It was no spectacular room but a simple hallway lit by torches with only a bit of detail on the walls to break up the monotony. But Rezmor knows torches don't have purple fire and that there wasn't any other clan around so this couldn't be another lair. So why the torches burning unless someone had lit them recently? He wearily crept forward, warring with himself between going back and continuing. The Flamecaller would not have pointed them here if there was truly any danger but this was unlike anything he knew.
The hallway was square and smooth despite time and what patterns he could see were more suitable to the realms of light and shadow. As he went he could see a few doorways, firmly shut and locked with mechanisms he didn't understand. He paused as he came to the end of the hallway and looked forward then right and then left. Forward and right lead deeper into the complex but left was only went a few feet before stopping before a great set of doors more finely crafted then anything else he'd seen so far...and they were cracked open with a thin slip of light cutting across the floor. He took a breath and strained his ears for any noise but the place was eeriely silent and full of still air except for what sounded like a quill against parchment that drifted out of the room.
He felt himself tense at the confirmation he was not alone, it only sounded like one person but he couldn't be sure. As quietly as he could he slowly approached, ready to turn tail and run at the first sign of being noticed. When he was finally level with the door he peaked through, eye darting to every corner before zeroing in on, indeed, the only living thing in the room. The doors appeared to be the entrance to a large scribe's room that was connected to a giant library, full of tables, books, papers, random objects to be recorded, candles with the same purple fire and a brazier in front of an oddly shaped pedestal upon which was perched the oddest creature he had ever seen and didn't know by sight.
It stood as tall as a young spiral was long with a thin body and longer legs then arms and short stubby toes and five fingered hands. It was covered in cloth and unscaled basic gold skin with a flat, humanoid face that were common to half the beastclans. He'd never known those ones to have legs though, that was the feathered ones and longnecks. It had a crown of long chocolate hair atop its head pulled back by an piece of string. The only clue to its possible gender was the wider hips and rounder chest, didn't the females of some of the beastclans look similar? Was this some kind of beastclan hybrid? Even its eyes were odd, they were a wind green with a fire orange ring around a black pupil!
So far he was unnoticed as he observed the creature scribbling furiously across a piece of parhcment with the most ridiculously shaped unfeatered metal quill he ever seen. It didn't even look like it was using any ink! It was vaguely elliptical with a pointed tip, a flat end with some kind of raised pattern and dozens of unfamiliar and familiar runes carved into it. Yet at this angle he could see that it was leaving marks in some inane pattern or unknown language. He wasn't sure how long he stood there just watching before it finally reached the end of the page and stopped. He watched it roll the parchment up and flip the not-quill around before pressing the flat end to the seam for a moment. There was a light smell of burning paper before she pulled it away and revealed some kind of branded stamp. She then tossed it into the brazier where it didn't burn like normal paper in fire would, just rested there for a minute before glowing blue and vanishing.
The maybe-hybrid stared into the fire for a moment after it was gone before reaching for another page and beginning again. Rezmor suddenly reality jolt back into focus and was about to slink away when she spoke.
"You can come in you know, /She/ told me to expect you." Draconic rolled off her tongue easily but accented and he /knew/ who she meant. But why would the Flamecaller want to send him and Minty to her? Were there not older and better progenitors or oracles or priests or emissaries to send then he who amounted to a newborn whelp? He couldn't not enter when he felt the nudge of the not-instinct to do so, that didn't stop the low ball of tension in his stomach form sinking furthur or his hackles from jumping or his mouth from snarling but she seemed unfazed by the intimidating show.
"Huh, I can see why She was so pleased with you. You don't even realize..." she drifted off, assessing him.
Realize what he wondered but what he asks is, "Who are you? What are you?"
"Well that is something to ask I suppose. I am....actually no, my old name won't work cause you can't speak it in Draconic. Hmm, thats a problem, what to call myself? Some kind of title perhaps? I always wanted to be called by a title. Messenger doesn't fit me though its a close translation. Emissary? No, that won't do I can't be an emissary if no one can hear me. Scribe is a word that could work but it just sounds so...plain. Keeper? Now thats a nice title but still doesn't fit for me. Her Hauntedness? Too pretentious. Oh~, how about a based on a quote? What does a raven and a writing desk have in common? Hmm, no nothing in that will work. First they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win. Nope, lets go with something not so official....I am a scribe of the Flamecaller, Lady of the Ashfall Waste and She who stokes the Forges of the world. I am the one who writes in Iron Pen and was given a spark of Her greatest fire to burn with for eternity." She rambled on before her voice suddenly gained an echo and weight to it that spoke of purpose and power.
As she had rambled Rezmor's haunches had relaxed and the snarled had lessened though he was still uneasy. He nearly jumped, cursing himself for being caught unawares, when her voice suddenly switched from light to purposeful. He then blinked as he unraveled her hurried speech and finally got one of his answers...kind of.
"So Iron Pen is the name you decided on?"
"Yes. Sounds nice and simple but has a ring of properness to it. As to your other quesion...that's more tricky. I /was/ a human."
"A human? What's that? And 'was'?" Rezmor asks confusedly. Had she been breed changed?
"Yes, we were the people who walked this world before you dragons, when the Eight slept in the Pillar. We died out before they awoke. I am but a ghost now." She clarified wistfully.
He started. "A ghost?! You don't look anything like a ghost and you can touch stuff and I can see you completely!"
"Well of course I can touch /some/ things, this place is mine and things like the pen and parchment were made for me to use." She sighed before thrusting a hand out at him. He stared in mute shock as her hand passed right through his muzzle leaving him shuddering at the slight chill. He blinked twice before switching his gaze back to her face, all the previous tension sliding out of his body.
"Okay so you're a ghost...what now?"
...There was a heavy silence as she stared at him wide-eyed before bursting out laughing. "Oh this is great. She was right! This is a new beginning! Do you know most dragons would run screaming at what I just did, twice my size or not."
"Probably but I still don't know what is supposed to be going on here or why I can see you clearly."
"...She thinks I'm getting lonely in here all by myself and wanted to send me some of her own who would keep me company. As to why you can see me...well that's all you. Even when She told me I didn't expect for you to /see/ me. That takes a special skill, one that is rarely found in any dragon. When She forges your souls she usually puts an ember inside to burn with a passion in others however She'll put a spark inside that will develop into something unique, not even She knows until it emerges. In you it seems to be the ability to see and talk to ghosts."
"Well that does sound unique, at least it already comes in handy but does that mean Minty can't see you at all?"
"Yes, quite the stroke of luck but I doubt she'll have developed the same sense as you, I don't even know if She gave her a spark. She would just see the pen and parchment."
They stood in silence before Rezmor suddenly realised he had no idea of the time. "How long have I been down here?"
"Awhile, you probably should head back now that I think about it. It must be close to dusk. You probably want to take it all in. But here take one of the candles."
She handed him one of the purple fire candles. He turned it over in his hand, watching the flame dance, "What for? The hallway is lit fine"
She smiled and he jumped at the sudden sound of her voice much closer, "Because I can talk though them. If you have any more questions just ask and I will here. I'm an old ghost and have plenty of tricks."
"Huh, that's useful-" He was cut off as the brazier suddenly blazed blue as a thin roll of parchment appeared in the center. "Oh! He answered! Wonderful! Come back tomorrow if you want." She exclaimed before reaching in and pulling the roll out and breaking the seal, different from the one before, and beginning to read while vaguely waving him off. He could only huff amusedly, feeling like this was normal for her.
Rezmor retreated from the room and began to walk back down the hallway he'd come. He came to the hole and climbed back out, moving swiftly through the tunnels back to the foyer and their temporary room. He found MinthaRosa fixing up another of the rooms, cleaning out the dirt and junk. He slipped up to her smaller side and rested his head on between her shoulders for a moment, just soaking up the company and trying to puzzle out what to do now, he still had the candle clutched in one paw. She made a puzzled noise and looked curiously at the candle. He pulled away, nodding his head toward their room so he could explain, she followed him readily. This was going to take awhile.
(Rezmor seems the type to get easily distracted but he really isn't. If anything he gets too foucsed. He's also 4.2m while Minty is 2.4! What am I thinking by making his mate a Fae? Heck her mate is the same size as Rezmor. Now that the ghost *coughmyselfcough* has been introduced we can get to the rest of the clan! And my are there a lot!)
The Halls of a Ghost
After awakening from their nap they set to work. Minty went out to gather more food and supplies while Rezmor began to clean up the lair and double check its stability. While in one particular tunnel he felt the not-instinct rear its head and began to dig furiously. Distantly he could here Minty return and approach before retreating and leaving the lair again. Time went by without any notice as he dug and dug and dug only stopping to ensure that the tunnel was still stable.
Eventually, he felt it subside and became aware of his surroundings again. He was in a large chamber somewhat smaller then what they'd determined was the foyer and filled with junk and scraps from what seemed to be a mad dash out of here. Most of the rooms were empty and seemed to have been the home of smiths of the clan given the random tools and bits of metalwork around. He even found a simple iron necklace free of any detail but expertly made that was just his size, he put it on proudly before scouring for anything for Minty. That was when he found a peculiar thing.
There was one door that was half off its bolts covering what seemed to be an ordinary storage room. He wiped some dirt off the front and indeed all it said was that it was the armor vault. Yet in all the rush to leave this room was nearly still full of supplies and work. Yet right in the back was a hastily erected barrier over a hole in the wall a sign hanging off a chain nailed to it. He brushed away the dust but the writing was to illegible and faded to make out much. It seemed to be a standard warning sign, he figured it was just a accident during expansion and the diggers had dug too far and hit the storage room.
Tearing a few planks away so he could squeeze through he slipped through and stood up. It was dark in this part and the ground was smooth, no transplanted glowing moss or lava lamps to give any light but he saw a faint blue glow to his right and went towards it figuring he would come out in a part of the lair they hadn't dug out yet. He froze in place though as he turned the corner and beheld where he had truly ended up.
It was no spectacular room but a simple hallway lit by torches with only a bit of detail on the walls to break up the monotony. But Rezmor knows torches don't have purple fire and that there wasn't any other clan around so this couldn't be another lair. So why the torches burning unless someone had lit them recently? He wearily crept forward, warring with himself between going back and continuing. The Flamecaller would not have pointed them here if there was truly any danger but this was unlike anything he knew.
The hallway was square and smooth despite time and what patterns he could see were more suitable to the realms of light and shadow. As he went he could see a few doorways, firmly shut and locked with mechanisms he didn't understand. He paused as he came to the end of the hallway and looked forward then right and then left. Forward and right lead deeper into the complex but left was only went a few feet before stopping before a great set of doors more finely crafted then anything else he'd seen so far...and they were cracked open with a thin slip of light cutting across the floor. He took a breath and strained his ears for any noise but the place was eeriely silent and full of still air except for what sounded like a quill against parchment that drifted out of the room.
He felt himself tense at the confirmation he was not alone, it only sounded like one person but he couldn't be sure. As quietly as he could he slowly approached, ready to turn tail and run at the first sign of being noticed. When he was finally level with the door he peaked through, eye darting to every corner before zeroing in on, indeed, the only living thing in the room. The doors appeared to be the entrance to a large scribe's room that was connected to a giant library, full of tables, books, papers, random objects to be recorded, candles with the same purple fire and a brazier in front of an oddly shaped pedestal upon which was perched the oddest creature he had ever seen and didn't know by sight.
It stood as tall as a young spiral was long with a thin body and longer legs then arms and short stubby toes and five fingered hands. It was covered in cloth and unscaled basic gold skin with a flat, humanoid face that were common to half the beastclans. He'd never known those ones to have legs though, that was the feathered ones and longnecks. It had a crown of long chocolate hair atop its head pulled back by an piece of string. The only clue to its possible gender was the wider hips and rounder chest, didn't the females of some of the beastclans look similar? Was this some kind of beastclan hybrid? Even its eyes were odd, they were a wind green with a fire orange ring around a black pupil!
So far he was unnoticed as he observed the creature scribbling furiously across a piece of parhcment with the most ridiculously shaped unfeatered metal quill he ever seen. It didn't even look like it was using any ink! It was vaguely elliptical with a pointed tip, a flat end with some kind of raised pattern and dozens of unfamiliar and familiar runes carved into it. Yet at this angle he could see that it was leaving marks in some inane pattern or unknown language. He wasn't sure how long he stood there just watching before it finally reached the end of the page and stopped. He watched it roll the parchment up and flip the not-quill around before pressing the flat end to the seam for a moment. There was a light smell of burning paper before she pulled it away and revealed some kind of branded stamp. She then tossed it into the brazier where it didn't burn like normal paper in fire would, just rested there for a minute before glowing blue and vanishing.
The maybe-hybrid stared into the fire for a moment after it was gone before reaching for another page and beginning again. Rezmor suddenly reality jolt back into focus and was about to slink away when she spoke.
"You can come in you know, /She/ told me to expect you." Draconic rolled off her tongue easily but accented and he /knew/ who she meant. But why would the Flamecaller want to send him and Minty to her? Were there not older and better progenitors or oracles or priests or emissaries to send then he who amounted to a newborn whelp? He couldn't not enter when he felt the nudge of the not-instinct to do so, that didn't stop the low ball of tension in his stomach form sinking furthur or his hackles from jumping or his mouth from snarling but she seemed unfazed by the intimidating show.
"Huh, I can see why She was so pleased with you. You don't even realize..." she drifted off, assessing him.
Realize what he wondered but what he asks is, "Who are you? What are you?"
"Well that is something to ask I suppose. I am....actually no, my old name won't work cause you can't speak it in Draconic. Hmm, thats a problem, what to call myself? Some kind of title perhaps? I always wanted to be called by a title. Messenger doesn't fit me though its a close translation. Emissary? No, that won't do I can't be an emissary if no one can hear me. Scribe is a word that could work but it just sounds so...plain. Keeper? Now thats a nice title but still doesn't fit for me. Her Hauntedness? Too pretentious. Oh~, how about a based on a quote? What does a raven and a writing desk have in common? Hmm, no nothing in that will work. First they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win. Nope, lets go with something not so official....I am a scribe of the Flamecaller, Lady of the Ashfall Waste and She who stokes the Forges of the world. I am the one who writes in Iron Pen and was given a spark of Her greatest fire to burn with for eternity." She rambled on before her voice suddenly gained an echo and weight to it that spoke of purpose and power.
As she had rambled Rezmor's haunches had relaxed and the snarled had lessened though he was still uneasy. He nearly jumped, cursing himself for being caught unawares, when her voice suddenly switched from light to purposeful. He then blinked as he unraveled her hurried speech and finally got one of his answers...kind of.
"So Iron Pen is the name you decided on?"
"Yes. Sounds nice and simple but has a ring of properness to it. As to your other quesion...that's more tricky. I /was/ a human."
"A human? What's that? And 'was'?" Rezmor asks confusedly. Had she been breed changed?
"Yes, we were the people who walked this world before you dragons, when the Eight slept in the Pillar. We died out before they awoke. I am but a ghost now." She clarified wistfully.
He started. "A ghost?! You don't look anything like a ghost and you can touch stuff and I can see you completely!"
"Well of course I can touch /some/ things, this place is mine and things like the pen and parchment were made for me to use." She sighed before thrusting a hand out at him. He stared in mute shock as her hand passed right through his muzzle leaving him shuddering at the slight chill. He blinked twice before switching his gaze back to her face, all the previous tension sliding out of his body.
"Okay so you're a ghost...what now?"
...There was a heavy silence as she stared at him wide-eyed before bursting out laughing. "Oh this is great. She was right! This is a new beginning! Do you know most dragons would run screaming at what I just did, twice my size or not."
"Probably but I still don't know what is supposed to be going on here or why I can see you clearly."
"...She thinks I'm getting lonely in here all by myself and wanted to send me some of her own who would keep me company. As to why you can see me...well that's all you. Even when She told me I didn't expect for you to /see/ me. That takes a special skill, one that is rarely found in any dragon. When She forges your souls she usually puts an ember inside to burn with a passion in others however She'll put a spark inside that will develop into something unique, not even She knows until it emerges. In you it seems to be the ability to see and talk to ghosts."
"Well that does sound unique, at least it already comes in handy but does that mean Minty can't see you at all?"
"Yes, quite the stroke of luck but I doubt she'll have developed the same sense as you, I don't even know if She gave her a spark. She would just see the pen and parchment."
They stood in silence before Rezmor suddenly realised he had no idea of the time. "How long have I been down here?"
"Awhile, you probably should head back now that I think about it. It must be close to dusk. You probably want to take it all in. But here take one of the candles."
She handed him one of the purple fire candles. He turned it over in his hand, watching the flame dance, "What for? The hallway is lit fine"
She smiled and he jumped at the sudden sound of her voice much closer, "Because I can talk though them. If you have any more questions just ask and I will here. I'm an old ghost and have plenty of tricks."
"Huh, that's useful-" He was cut off as the brazier suddenly blazed blue as a thin roll of parchment appeared in the center. "Oh! He answered! Wonderful! Come back tomorrow if you want." She exclaimed before reaching in and pulling the roll out and breaking the seal, different from the one before, and beginning to read while vaguely waving him off. He could only huff amusedly, feeling like this was normal for her.
Rezmor retreated from the room and began to walk back down the hallway he'd come. He came to the hole and climbed back out, moving swiftly through the tunnels back to the foyer and their temporary room. He found MinthaRosa fixing up another of the rooms, cleaning out the dirt and junk. He slipped up to her smaller side and rested his head on between her shoulders for a moment, just soaking up the company and trying to puzzle out what to do now, he still had the candle clutched in one paw. She made a puzzled noise and looked curiously at the candle. He pulled away, nodding his head toward their room so he could explain, she followed him readily. This was going to take awhile.
(Rezmor seems the type to get easily distracted but he really isn't. If anything he gets too foucsed. He's also 4.2m while Minty is 2.4! What am I thinking by making his mate a Fae? Heck her mate is the same size as Rezmor. Now that the ghost *coughmyselfcough* has been introduced we can get to the rest of the clan! And my are there a lot!)
Current sizes of the clan as of 4/15
I have two eggs o hatch in three days and some incoming mirrors and some of them are hatchligs who aren't grown.
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Look at Volta and her tiny charge! And I've been debating if Rathi and Feyel should be mates but omg that size difference. Rezmor is giant compared to Iizstrun. Firefly and Nebulous are twice MinthaRosa and Vrozelaas size respectively.
Current sizes of the clan as of 4/15
I have two eggs o hatch in three days and some incoming mirrors and some of them are hatchligs who aren't grown.
Look at Volta and her tiny charge! And I've been debating if Rathi and Feyel should be mates but omg that size difference. Rezmor is giant compared to Iizstrun. Firefly and Nebulous are twice MinthaRosa and Vrozelaas size respectively.
It's been 10 days, seriously? Well a lot has happened, hope I can get it all down.
It's been 10 days, seriously? Well a lot has happened, hope I can get it all down.
Chapter 3-How a Clan begins
MinthaRosa had taken it better then he thought. If there was one thing Rezmor was grateful for it was that they knew the other had no reason to joke about something like this. Though instead of being scared or worried she seemed to find it all very funny and kept insisting that it was only natural he'd found a ghost that could talk through candles, what did that even mean?
Finally he'd had enough of her nonsense teasing and all but shoved her out of the den at sunrise and told her not to come back until she stop giggling every second at the sight of him. He then began to dig out the next section of the lair, eventually uncovering a crafters' workroom, most of it was rotted through and useless but there were a few birdskull ornaments locked in a chest that had handled time better. The old clan had prospered indeed, he wondered what about the complex had caused them to leave so hurriedly, had they been superstitious and the sight of a floating pen scared them that badly? Had they just been terrified of ghosts? Iron hadn't seemed the type to malicious hurt another so she wouldn't have attacked them unless they'd somehow angered her that much. Was there something else lurking in the confusing hallways of the complex? He'd have to keep a better eye on it and definitely ask the ghost for any answers.
When he emerged from the new hallway he became immediately wary of the sound of footsteps near the entrance, there was too many to be just one dragon. He relaxed though at the sound of another stupid giggle from Minty, if they were foes that wouldn't be the warning he got. What he finds is rather shocking though, standing there with a rather haggard look on his face is a large green speckled Tundra with two small hatchlings wrestling at his feet. One is a black and orange Spiral while the other is a red and brown Coatl. Both of them are flecked with cooling lava, unharmed by the blessing of Fire he sees in their eyes. A glance at the stranger reveals the bright green eyes of a Wind blessed. No wonder he was looked haggard.
"Rezmor! We have guests! This is Firefly, he said he found the hatchlings' eggs floating down a lava flow. Nearly set himself on fire getting them! Think they can stay the night?" Minty was practically vibrating with excitement and kept stealing looks at them out of the corner of her eye.
He takes another good long look at the three of them and how they react to each other before he nods. "If we didn't want guests then we wouldn't be digging out rooms now would we?"
She nearly squealed, he could see her holding it back as she pranced into the lair with a grateful Firefly leading the hatchlings inside. Once they had them settled in he asked what their names were only to get a sheepish look in reply. "I'm terrible with names so every time I try to give them one they just glare at me. Maybe you can try?"
The two seemed to agree as they crowded around him, looking expectant. He stalled for time by starting to pick off the leftover lava. Finally he just used the first names that came to mind, and after one discreet check for gender names the male Spiral Osvanir and the female Coatl Vrozelaas.
The two study each other for a moment as they determine that these names are good before cheering and filling the lair with loud calls of their new names. Firefly all but collapses in relief and can't stop smiling either. He leaves them with Minty and makes his way back to the complex. If they really are having guests over then its imperative there isn't some danger lurking about that he doesn't know of. What he finds however, nearly stuns him still for perched at a happily chattering Iron Pen's side is a very, very tiny fae that can't be more than a few days old. He has to stop himself from scouring every nook and cranny of the lair for the hole that it must have gotten in through, how else could it have possibly just slipped by without either of them noticing, small size or not.
"Rezmor! There you are! Come meet my new little friend Iizstrun. Imagine the shock I had when she floated in and could see me clear as day! She's a smart one already, I can tell, why she’s already trying to read over my shoulder and has even figured out how the brazier works. She also helped me find several lanterns so you don't have to be stuck holding candles. Rather useful for our new guests."
He doesn’t bother asking about how she knows, she could only have heard it through the candles, of course they went both ways. Meeting the tiny faes eyes, he watches as she quivers and twitches her fins at him. Didn't faes use fins to talk? That was going to be trouble later. Trouble now was..."None of the rooms are going to be small enough for her, if there are any rooms for faes I haven’t found them yet. She could stay with the guests but she's small enough that they might crush her even the hatchlings." They were more than twice her size and the difference would only grow.
"That's alright, given the liking she's taken to the library I don't mind if she stays here with me. There's places small enough for her even when she's full grown and she could even build a nest for herself if we can find some sap." The tiny fae definitely agreed given the rapid shake of head and fins before flying off onto one of the tables and laying on an abandoned tapestry. A silent argument seemed to take place between the ghost and fae over if that was a good place to sleep as they glared and huffed at each other before Iron relented and allowed it. That didn’t mean Rezmor wasn’t going to allow it and planned to bring something more nest appropriate down as soon as possible. That also reminded him of his question which he posed to the ghost.
“Something dangerous? There shouldn’t be, I control the torches you know. If there is something then it’s been extremely careful or I would have felt it by now. There are animals and bugs in that have found ways inside, can’t help it after so long with no one around but nothing that is a threat to you or yours.”
He was relieved to hear it and despite not wanting to just leave a hatchling alone with nothing but a ghost he figured she’d just find her way back and stable company would do Iron Pen some good, isn’t that what they’d been shown here for?
When he returns to the main rooms he’s not surprised to find Minty has roped Firefly into helping dig out the lair, he’s not even surprised to see one of the birdskull ornaments wrapped around his wings. Apparently MinthaRosa has wasted no time and their clan now numbers six. With more being planned given the looks Minty is throwing at the larger Tundra’s back, “At least now I have something to tease her about too.” He thinks as he moves to join them and tell Minty about their other new sneaky clanmate. He has a feeling this is just the beginning.
(And the first members have arrived! I feel like utter crap but I have done it!)
Chapter 3-How a Clan begins
MinthaRosa had taken it better then he thought. If there was one thing Rezmor was grateful for it was that they knew the other had no reason to joke about something like this. Though instead of being scared or worried she seemed to find it all very funny and kept insisting that it was only natural he'd found a ghost that could talk through candles, what did that even mean?
Finally he'd had enough of her nonsense teasing and all but shoved her out of the den at sunrise and told her not to come back until she stop giggling every second at the sight of him. He then began to dig out the next section of the lair, eventually uncovering a crafters' workroom, most of it was rotted through and useless but there were a few birdskull ornaments locked in a chest that had handled time better. The old clan had prospered indeed, he wondered what about the complex had caused them to leave so hurriedly, had they been superstitious and the sight of a floating pen scared them that badly? Had they just been terrified of ghosts? Iron hadn't seemed the type to malicious hurt another so she wouldn't have attacked them unless they'd somehow angered her that much. Was there something else lurking in the confusing hallways of the complex? He'd have to keep a better eye on it and definitely ask the ghost for any answers.
When he emerged from the new hallway he became immediately wary of the sound of footsteps near the entrance, there was too many to be just one dragon. He relaxed though at the sound of another stupid giggle from Minty, if they were foes that wouldn't be the warning he got. What he finds is rather shocking though, standing there with a rather haggard look on his face is a large green speckled Tundra with two small hatchlings wrestling at his feet. One is a black and orange Spiral while the other is a red and brown Coatl. Both of them are flecked with cooling lava, unharmed by the blessing of Fire he sees in their eyes. A glance at the stranger reveals the bright green eyes of a Wind blessed. No wonder he was looked haggard.
"Rezmor! We have guests! This is Firefly, he said he found the hatchlings' eggs floating down a lava flow. Nearly set himself on fire getting them! Think they can stay the night?" Minty was practically vibrating with excitement and kept stealing looks at them out of the corner of her eye.
He takes another good long look at the three of them and how they react to each other before he nods. "If we didn't want guests then we wouldn't be digging out rooms now would we?"
She nearly squealed, he could see her holding it back as she pranced into the lair with a grateful Firefly leading the hatchlings inside. Once they had them settled in he asked what their names were only to get a sheepish look in reply. "I'm terrible with names so every time I try to give them one they just glare at me. Maybe you can try?"
The two seemed to agree as they crowded around him, looking expectant. He stalled for time by starting to pick off the leftover lava. Finally he just used the first names that came to mind, and after one discreet check for gender names the male Spiral Osvanir and the female Coatl Vrozelaas.
The two study each other for a moment as they determine that these names are good before cheering and filling the lair with loud calls of their new names. Firefly all but collapses in relief and can't stop smiling either. He leaves them with Minty and makes his way back to the complex. If they really are having guests over then its imperative there isn't some danger lurking about that he doesn't know of. What he finds however, nearly stuns him still for perched at a happily chattering Iron Pen's side is a very, very tiny fae that can't be more than a few days old. He has to stop himself from scouring every nook and cranny of the lair for the hole that it must have gotten in through, how else could it have possibly just slipped by without either of them noticing, small size or not.
"Rezmor! There you are! Come meet my new little friend Iizstrun. Imagine the shock I had when she floated in and could see me clear as day! She's a smart one already, I can tell, why she’s already trying to read over my shoulder and has even figured out how the brazier works. She also helped me find several lanterns so you don't have to be stuck holding candles. Rather useful for our new guests."
He doesn’t bother asking about how she knows, she could only have heard it through the candles, of course they went both ways. Meeting the tiny faes eyes, he watches as she quivers and twitches her fins at him. Didn't faes use fins to talk? That was going to be trouble later. Trouble now was..."None of the rooms are going to be small enough for her, if there are any rooms for faes I haven’t found them yet. She could stay with the guests but she's small enough that they might crush her even the hatchlings." They were more than twice her size and the difference would only grow.
"That's alright, given the liking she's taken to the library I don't mind if she stays here with me. There's places small enough for her even when she's full grown and she could even build a nest for herself if we can find some sap." The tiny fae definitely agreed given the rapid shake of head and fins before flying off onto one of the tables and laying on an abandoned tapestry. A silent argument seemed to take place between the ghost and fae over if that was a good place to sleep as they glared and huffed at each other before Iron relented and allowed it. That didn’t mean Rezmor wasn’t going to allow it and planned to bring something more nest appropriate down as soon as possible. That also reminded him of his question which he posed to the ghost.
“Something dangerous? There shouldn’t be, I control the torches you know. If there is something then it’s been extremely careful or I would have felt it by now. There are animals and bugs in that have found ways inside, can’t help it after so long with no one around but nothing that is a threat to you or yours.”
He was relieved to hear it and despite not wanting to just leave a hatchling alone with nothing but a ghost he figured she’d just find her way back and stable company would do Iron Pen some good, isn’t that what they’d been shown here for?
When he returns to the main rooms he’s not surprised to find Minty has roped Firefly into helping dig out the lair, he’s not even surprised to see one of the birdskull ornaments wrapped around his wings. Apparently MinthaRosa has wasted no time and their clan now numbers six. With more being planned given the looks Minty is throwing at the larger Tundra’s back, “At least now I have something to tease her about too.” He thinks as he moves to join them and tell Minty about their other new sneaky clanmate. He has a feeling this is just the beginning.
(And the first members have arrived! I feel like utter crap but I have done it!)
Chapter 4-And so it Grows
After that it feels like time speeds up and by the time it slows down again he barely recognizes what he sees yet he can plainly see how far they have come. They continue to hunt and dig and scavenge and dig out the lair. Iron Pen continues to write and read and talk to the two who can see her. The hatchlings grow and more dragons come, friend and ally and /clan/.
Araloz comes next, a grey Pearlcatcher who seems standoffish at first but quickly settles in and throws herself into helping the clan thrive. The newly made Treasury is in good hands.
Carya comes after her, a grey Spiral, she’s sneaky enough to get past Rezmor’s guard and into the complex which she falls in love with at first site. She gleefully takes up the job of scouting and recording exactly how large it is, if there’s any holes or other entrances and if there’s anything that must be taken care of.
Evgir, a Snapper, arrives next and sets about doing what most would deem impossible, create a thriving orchard in the Ashfall Wastes. She is determined and Carya is more than happy to point out an old glass room that could be used as a greenhouse if they can dig it out.
Zul is by far the strangest addition. A young Nocturne who latches onto the resident ghost like a child to its mother and promptly declares that she is to be the Speaker of the Spirit. There are days where Rezmor wonders if the Flamecaller didn’t have a hand in that.
Baba on the other hand, was most definitely the Falmecaller meddling. Born to a long line of Tundra priestesses and priests that was so blessed and favored by the fire deity they were practically her avatars outside the Great Furnace. Now if only she and Evgir hadn’t conspired to move an apiary into the lair for the future orchard.
Surahgol was harder to pinpoint. He just wandered in and kept wandering around without leaving. Restless as he was Baba immediately took a liking to the other Tundra.
Acidstorm was next, a Wildclaw and the oldest of them so far. Learned and wiser he was more than willing to offer advice about how his old clan had been run to steady his new one. However he was very quiet about why exactly he left, especially when he wistfully keeps mentioning his former mate who he assures was very much alive.
Jenven the purple Snapper is but a hatchling when he is brought to the clan by Nebulous. A quiet thing he tags along after Evgir like a shadow. Nebulous himself is someone Rezmor hasn’t interacted with much but Vrozelaas seems attached since he’s the only other Coatl and he indulges her.
Volta, suspicious and wary, is the next to come and there were times he had wondered if she’d truly find her charge within their clan. She’d been adamant though for all that Rezmor had felt her time with them getting running out.
Ahkol and Gellok had approached them together, a mated pair of a Snapper and Guardian. Ahkol felt it was time to settle in one place and open a forge and Gellok had a dream to open a Bathhouse and given the abundant lava vents to heat the water Rezmor was more than happy to give the go ahead.
Gevild appears one day at Zuls’ side, the silver Nocturne also declaring himself a Speaker of the Spirit. He perceives her less clearly then his partner but if anything he is more serious about this self-declared duty then she is.
Seso seems to settle in well enough before a handful of Beastclan members are dropped them. The green Skydancer steps up well despite butting heads with Volta who is against letting them anywhere near the clan. The new arrivals are quarantined into the complex’s newly discovered dungeons while Rezmor, Minty and surprisingly Carya debate on their fate.
Feyel the green Imperial is near the last to arrive and he does so with little fanfair despite his enormous size and even digs out his own section of the lair so as to not strain the others. Fond of music he fills the lair with much appreciated atmosphere.
During this time Araloz and Acidstorm had a spur of the moment mating and laid two eggs yet seemed to be more then content with each other. The eggs hatch into two pretty Pearlcatcher, a boy and girl. However, Araloz proposes an old clan tradition of trading hatchlings to be educated elsewhere and despite his obvious reluctance Acidstorm agrees. They name the boy Took and the girl Belladona.
Took goes to a traveling clan in the Wastes and in turn Moss, a Guardian, joins the ranks of the fast growing Ghost Lights. Belladona is the biggest surprise for her counterpart from another established Fire clan is Rathi, Volta’s charge. What twist of fate it is Rezmor doesn’t care, just happy that their clanmate will not be torn from them. Rathi is quickly taken in by Zul and Gevild and appears gleeful about it as well as having the best playmate ever in Volta. Volta herself seems to not be sure what to make of her.
Time is just righting itself again when the last arrivals appear and the biggest surprise of his life so far happens.
A Nocturne from shadow is passing through and just hands over a Water egg like it’s nothing. Apparently found in the hands of a Beastclan member he’d been bringing it home only to meet them and just felt that it was better off with them. Rezmor is appropriately stunned and awed and terrified and grateful that such a dragon would think so when his clan was obviously prosperous and favored by the Shadowbinder. He even left scrolls and food as a boon to them and a well wish that the hatchling be born strong.
Glow, Glance and Question are the second to last ones to show for now, Mirror siblings from an older Earth clan. They were searching for a new home after a not-quite-instinctive call to move and found themselves drawn to Ghost Lights territory. In return for allowing them to stay they declared their former clan and their new one allies of the highest order. He loses track of them for a bit when it feels like reality slams into him and he retreats to Minty’s side to absorb and steady himself and then to Iron Pen’s room to reflect and hash out the rest of the changes of the last weeks including the many ‘familiars’ that now den in the lair with its dragons.
Princess in the last and Baba’s and Surahgol’s first and only child so far, a violet girl that for all the love her parents give her is eager to leave the nest and seems to follow her mother's footstpes in being devoted to the Flamecaller.
This isn’t even close to the end, he can tell but his clan is happy and thriving and he feels so content he just wants to bask in the peace and rightness of it all. But he is leader and a lair never truly sleeps, especially a haunted one and so he doesn't have long before something demands his attention and he’s off again. Yet he wouldn't have it any other way.
Chapter 4-And so it Grows
After that it feels like time speeds up and by the time it slows down again he barely recognizes what he sees yet he can plainly see how far they have come. They continue to hunt and dig and scavenge and dig out the lair. Iron Pen continues to write and read and talk to the two who can see her. The hatchlings grow and more dragons come, friend and ally and /clan/.
Araloz comes next, a grey Pearlcatcher who seems standoffish at first but quickly settles in and throws herself into helping the clan thrive. The newly made Treasury is in good hands.
Carya comes after her, a grey Spiral, she’s sneaky enough to get past Rezmor’s guard and into the complex which she falls in love with at first site. She gleefully takes up the job of scouting and recording exactly how large it is, if there’s any holes or other entrances and if there’s anything that must be taken care of.
Evgir, a Snapper, arrives next and sets about doing what most would deem impossible, create a thriving orchard in the Ashfall Wastes. She is determined and Carya is more than happy to point out an old glass room that could be used as a greenhouse if they can dig it out.
Zul is by far the strangest addition. A young Nocturne who latches onto the resident ghost like a child to its mother and promptly declares that she is to be the Speaker of the Spirit. There are days where Rezmor wonders if the Flamecaller didn’t have a hand in that.
Baba on the other hand, was most definitely the Falmecaller meddling. Born to a long line of Tundra priestesses and priests that was so blessed and favored by the fire deity they were practically her avatars outside the Great Furnace. Now if only she and Evgir hadn’t conspired to move an apiary into the lair for the future orchard.
Surahgol was harder to pinpoint. He just wandered in and kept wandering around without leaving. Restless as he was Baba immediately took a liking to the other Tundra.
Acidstorm was next, a Wildclaw and the oldest of them so far. Learned and wiser he was more than willing to offer advice about how his old clan had been run to steady his new one. However he was very quiet about why exactly he left, especially when he wistfully keeps mentioning his former mate who he assures was very much alive.
Jenven the purple Snapper is but a hatchling when he is brought to the clan by Nebulous. A quiet thing he tags along after Evgir like a shadow. Nebulous himself is someone Rezmor hasn’t interacted with much but Vrozelaas seems attached since he’s the only other Coatl and he indulges her.
Volta, suspicious and wary, is the next to come and there were times he had wondered if she’d truly find her charge within their clan. She’d been adamant though for all that Rezmor had felt her time with them getting running out.
Ahkol and Gellok had approached them together, a mated pair of a Snapper and Guardian. Ahkol felt it was time to settle in one place and open a forge and Gellok had a dream to open a Bathhouse and given the abundant lava vents to heat the water Rezmor was more than happy to give the go ahead.
Gevild appears one day at Zuls’ side, the silver Nocturne also declaring himself a Speaker of the Spirit. He perceives her less clearly then his partner but if anything he is more serious about this self-declared duty then she is.
Seso seems to settle in well enough before a handful of Beastclan members are dropped them. The green Skydancer steps up well despite butting heads with Volta who is against letting them anywhere near the clan. The new arrivals are quarantined into the complex’s newly discovered dungeons while Rezmor, Minty and surprisingly Carya debate on their fate.
Feyel the green Imperial is near the last to arrive and he does so with little fanfair despite his enormous size and even digs out his own section of the lair so as to not strain the others. Fond of music he fills the lair with much appreciated atmosphere.
During this time Araloz and Acidstorm had a spur of the moment mating and laid two eggs yet seemed to be more then content with each other. The eggs hatch into two pretty Pearlcatcher, a boy and girl. However, Araloz proposes an old clan tradition of trading hatchlings to be educated elsewhere and despite his obvious reluctance Acidstorm agrees. They name the boy Took and the girl Belladona.
Took goes to a traveling clan in the Wastes and in turn Moss, a Guardian, joins the ranks of the fast growing Ghost Lights. Belladona is the biggest surprise for her counterpart from another established Fire clan is Rathi, Volta’s charge. What twist of fate it is Rezmor doesn’t care, just happy that their clanmate will not be torn from them. Rathi is quickly taken in by Zul and Gevild and appears gleeful about it as well as having the best playmate ever in Volta. Volta herself seems to not be sure what to make of her.
Time is just righting itself again when the last arrivals appear and the biggest surprise of his life so far happens.
A Nocturne from shadow is passing through and just hands over a Water egg like it’s nothing. Apparently found in the hands of a Beastclan member he’d been bringing it home only to meet them and just felt that it was better off with them. Rezmor is appropriately stunned and awed and terrified and grateful that such a dragon would think so when his clan was obviously prosperous and favored by the Shadowbinder. He even left scrolls and food as a boon to them and a well wish that the hatchling be born strong.
Glow, Glance and Question are the second to last ones to show for now, Mirror siblings from an older Earth clan. They were searching for a new home after a not-quite-instinctive call to move and found themselves drawn to Ghost Lights territory. In return for allowing them to stay they declared their former clan and their new one allies of the highest order. He loses track of them for a bit when it feels like reality slams into him and he retreats to Minty’s side to absorb and steady himself and then to Iron Pen’s room to reflect and hash out the rest of the changes of the last weeks including the many ‘familiars’ that now den in the lair with its dragons.
Princess in the last and Baba’s and Surahgol’s first and only child so far, a violet girl that for all the love her parents give her is eager to leave the nest and seems to follow her mother's footstpes in being devoted to the Flamecaller.
This isn’t even close to the end, he can tell but his clan is happy and thriving and he feels so content he just wants to bask in the peace and rightness of it all. But he is leader and a lair never truly sleeps, especially a haunted one and so he doesn't have long before something demands his attention and he’s off again. Yet he wouldn't have it any other way.
FANDRAGON AND WANTED LIST-because it has to go somewhere. If the specific character is bolded its been found.
POKEMON
-Litwick-Rezmor, Starfire
-Lampent-Nebula
-Chandelure-Lokunfaad
-Doublade-RuneEdge
-Trevenant
-Shiny Trevenant-Revenr
-Crobat-Xpoison
-Charizard-Sparky
-Porygon
-MissingNo-MissingNo
-other Ghost types
RUNE FACTORY 4
-Frey-in progress
-Lest
-Arthur
-Ventuswill
KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN
-Reborn-Renata
-Tsuna-Harmony
-?
THE HOBBIT
-Thorin Oakenshield
-Bilbo Baggins
-Fili
-Kili
-Dwalin
-Balin
-Oin
-Gloin
-Bifur
-Bofur
-Bombur
-Dori
-Nori
-Ori
-Gandalf-Osvanir?
-EREBOR
HETALIA
-Steve from HetaOni
-?
THE LEGEND OF GRIMROCK 2
-Representative for Grimrock
-Rep for Isle of Nex
MARVEL
-Iron Man-Beaufort
-The Avengers plus assorted allies
YUGIOH
HARRY POTTER
SPIRITED AWAY
-Haku-Fiume
PERCY JACKSON
DISNEY/DREAMWORKS/PIXAR/ETC
FINAL FANTASY/KH
-Chocobo
-Cloud
-Zack
-Sephiroth
NIGHTVALE
SHERLOCK
-Sherlock-Surahgol?
OTHER ANIMES/TV SHOWS/BOOKS to be determined
OCS (Gestalt?)
Save crystal dragon-Savend
FANDRAGON AND WANTED LIST-because it has to go somewhere. If the specific character is bolded its been found.
POKEMON
-Litwick-Rezmor, Starfire
-Lampent-Nebula
-Chandelure-Lokunfaad
-Doublade-RuneEdge
-Trevenant
-Shiny Trevenant-Revenr
-Crobat-Xpoison
-Charizard-Sparky
-Porygon
-MissingNo-MissingNo
-other Ghost types
RUNE FACTORY 4
-Frey-in progress
-Lest
-Arthur
-Ventuswill
KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN
-Reborn-Renata
-Tsuna-Harmony
-?
THE HOBBIT
-Thorin Oakenshield
-Bilbo Baggins
-Fili
-Kili
-Dwalin
-Balin
-Oin
-Gloin
-Bifur
-Bofur
-Bombur
-Dori
-Nori
-Ori
-Gandalf-Osvanir?
-EREBOR
HETALIA
-Steve from HetaOni
-?
THE LEGEND OF GRIMROCK 2
-Representative for Grimrock
-Rep for Isle of Nex
MARVEL
-Iron Man-Beaufort
-The Avengers plus assorted allies
YUGIOH
HARRY POTTER
SPIRITED AWAY
-Haku-Fiume
PERCY JACKSON
DISNEY/DREAMWORKS/PIXAR/ETC
FINAL FANTASY/KH
-Chocobo
-Cloud
-Zack
-Sephiroth
NIGHTVALE
SHERLOCK
-Sherlock-Surahgol?
OTHER ANIMES/TV SHOWS/BOOKS to be determined
OCS (Gestalt?)
Save crystal dragon-Savend
