Grit's Clan

A seedy little bar smack dab on the border between the writhing forests and the inner, rotting wastes. Most of the Contagion itself is warded away by the small patch of desert the establishment sits upon, manufactured from pale silicon grain.

A hefty Guardian, wearing an old, dusty fedora and a ragged coat waves at you from his window seat. He takes a languid sip of his tea as you approach.

"Welcome. Perhaps you might care for a game, or two?"


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Note: I use my phone regularly to access FR, as well as my home connection.

I'm busy. Sorta.

I like eyes. Runes. More eyes. So many eyes. Opalescent stuff. Electricity. And eyes. Ice is also nice, as is creeping taint. occasionally, best with a dash of arcana and the hints of humming mechanism.

And space.
Space is nice too.

But the eyes...

I want them. So many of them.

Tumblr:
http://gritty-lil-warship.tumblr.com/

Just one Item:

http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=mb&board=ibaz&id=1348143&page=1

Dragons Wanted:

http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=mb&board=drw&id=1352732

Raiden's Mire Guide, (Lightning-specific):

http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=mb&board=fl5&id=1335608&page=1

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Signature Image Storage:
(Because sometimes, they just don't match.)

I'm gonna faint.

(by abakkus!)

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Old bio:

The Carlyte Regiment is a group of intrepid, yet relatively domestic hodgepodge of dragons. They're a ragtag bunch that would just like to get by, day by day. It's just too bad fate has other plans for them.

Due to the easy-going nature of the clan, there are a lot of temporary drifters, with the very occasional permanent member. For those who remain, an unorthodox synergy of sorts is forged.

A clan mostly consisting of idealists, who wish inspiration and pursuit of mastery of their work instead of competition.

[Revamp of bios and clan in progress, shuttle between plague and lightning bases]