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zzzSleepyCreeper's Clan

A tale of false hope, extinguished dreams.

Lesser Lair

on the

Sundial Terrace

Clan Info

♰ ISLE OF THE BROKEN SUN ♰

· philosophy: order, chance, prosperity

___01 . FUEL TO FIRE

A small but close-knit clan of mismatches and stragglers, banded out of necessity and bonded through struggle. The original lair had belonged once to a pair of kindly Guardians, long gone now, and is currently inhabited by an ambitious little crew captained by a reluctant angel in the name of Xuonxiel.

It's quite nice here, really. Quiet for sure, if not a bit lonely. Few have settled in so far, and fewer (one, actually) remain from the original lineup, but this is a growing clan and a growing home. Xuonxiel offers its lair to all, as a shelter to wanderers and travelling merchants, though what happens afterward is in the hands of the Lightweaver herself.

Dragons and hatchlings alike just... disappear, sometimes, and there are rumours being passed around about the pale-eyed demon tucked in the shadows, the ruined Imperial god, the two intrepid explorers who dare brave the stars... Some about the clan leader itself, and its ever-watchful consul.

Those here participate in solitary studies of alchemy and training in the coliseum, among other things; whatever pleases them and earns them coin. There are mouths to be fed, and living good doesn't come cheap. The motives of these inhabitants are as varied as their flights. Just putting it out there, though: some of them are willing to do just about anything for a quick buck. Many things, ones even of... questionable ethicality.

Some are fueled by the prospect of treasure, some pleasures of the flesh, others a sense of belonging the clan promises. All are backed by narrowed eyes and scrutinizing suspicion; common sense tells anyone that the divine, mortal, and infernal were not meant to be housed together. Only the leadership and unsophisticated patience of Xuonxiel hold them together, mend the cracks and smooth the splinters.

But scars are inferior to whole flesh, and Xuonxiel weakens for every day that passes. A new age is upon the clan, and soon, and there are many who see the crown for the taking.

It's only a matter of time.

♰ about the mun ♰
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Nervous artist and storyteller. Trying their best. Likes aetiology, religion, mythology, symbolism, metaphors, and pretty dragons.