not on hiatus just don't feel like feeding my losers


A lair found in Carrion Canyon, built around an ancient cliff-town of ages past and deep within the cliffside itself. Great buried bones, greater than any dragon alive save for perhaps the Eleven themselves, have been fashioned into the architecture as they are too impossibly large to do anything but build around. A miniature version of the Stormcatcher's lightning farm sits on the top of the cliff directly above the lair, bringing in much-needed power to the clan's mechanics when storms hit.

These dragons are not neat and tidy inventors, as in fact very little innovation goes on here. For these dragons, being in a near-constant state of covered in grease and oil, their calling is to breathe lost life back into Lightning technology. For a price.

They are the clan Mechanimus.