Ickyrus' Clan

The lair in Tidelord's Sock drawer, drawn by Shadow's Dragoonwys after Vrye, the clan banker, found an advertisement in a catalogue (Personally delivered to the dresser by Tidelord himself one morning) while looking for artists to paint more portraits of his beautiful face.

Now onto my lore:

My clan is based in and on the Tidelord’s dresser, previously the Arcanist’s sock drawer until he got sick of stepping on ridges and gave away a shoebox full of his infested socks for April Fool’s (Marva fool’s?). Thankfully the great Tidelump doesn’t seem to mind his new collection. Or he just hasn’t noticed yet.

My dragons sleep in the socks for the most part. They’re warm, woolly and Lumpy the animated sackdoll keeps everything so clean and fresh. He also provides his Laundry service to clans outside, traveling through the dangerous coliseum grounds on his way to visit them. One such arrangement is with Fujo’s clan. Lumpy does it all for free, his love of Laundry being payment enough.

Alphonse’s laboratory is hidden away under the mass of socks, much to everyone’s dismay. The last thing you want is a crazy alchemist beneath your bedsock. Many have been known to wake up an entirely different shape than they were when they went to sleep.

There’s a mirror there too which serves as Bizkit and Decadenza’s Salon. My dragons have more than one personal dragon-sized mirror each because they are a mob of some of the most vain lizards money can buy.

On the matters of money, The tidelord’s jewellery box has become my clan treasury and is presided over by Vrye, clan banker and financial manager. Unfortunately he has a weak spot for Alphonse and always finds himself spending it all on his crazy whims because the noodle fluttered his globular eyecovers at him. Vrye is also the one who arranges for the young dragons to find new homes in the outside world by posting classifieds ads in newspapers and in some cases, fish fancier magazines (That's you, Gene Addicts).

The cake, sitting there all stale and half-eaten has been conquered by Saloonka, with his two armies of pastel destroyers and goblin dragons. Maybe he’ll conquer the underwear drawer next or something.

Even though they live in the company of the Soggy Lord, many of my dragons actually worship the Great Ball of Wool. It provided protective sweaters for my Coliseum fighters when knitted into battlesweaters by Custard the Sockfairy. It’s a cold world outside the window, full of untamed mammertees.

The trashiest of trashy magazines (We all know it’s tidelord’s guilty pleasure) has attracted a large quantity of pearlcatchers to the area (46 of the things) for the bountiful supply of terrible gossip. It also comes with mail-order coupons that the clan uses to order all it needs from beyond the bedroom.

In the fishbowl live my most moist dragons, and is also the place where Soggy Dee sends Salty Joe diving for treasure. It’s little wonder that they have yet to find anything. In the sandcastle dwell the Venetians who beat them to it.

The wall around the rabbit was built by the Emperor Nasi Goreng (Not really an emperor, just an Imp with an ego as big as one) and is guarded by his royal attendants because he thought he saw the bunny move once. He has a terrible case of bunnyphobia.

Inside the clock live all my Skydancers, taking their turns to pop out at hourly intervals to screech at the others in the clan, to remind them that they’re still there, being birds.

And there’s nice net to help them get down to the floor when they want to feel the carpet between their toes. As far as any of them know, carpet is grass, and not don’t understand how anything could graze on such a thing.

Not pictured are the usual haunts of my dawn and dusk dragons, who control the lighting of the bulb in the morning and dimming at night. In other words, they handle the light switch. My retired popstar dragons also spend their time elsewhere at the Tidelord's phonograph, listening to hits from their younger years.