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iomccoy's Clan
Home of the Fae Research Institute.
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(A note – I live with other FR peoples, have visits from a couple, and sometimes there is dragon holding or cross-clan breedings. So if dragons are bouncing about, worry not!)
(Lair and dragon descriptions under reconstruction)
Second description:
The Fae Research Institute was once small – now, it has grown. Already, Guardians have taken the mantle of its protection, and the lair buzzes with activity. Once, it was only called the "Fae Research Institute" as a joke, but those that call it that now are deadly serious. The Institute's stone has been destroyed and remade as a square, bleached building with five smooth towers, each with some sort of device on the top. Occasionally, lightning will spark from one to another, or bolts of magic or light will flash from them. Above the double doors that are its entrance, a darksteel plate bears the Institute's name.
There is a charge in the air. Of magic, of electricity, of the iridescent haze that no longer dissipates, a haze of magic thick in the air surrounding the Institute – the charge is a charge of Progress, and in the center of it is Tamra.
You approach the white doors, which open of their own accord to the sound of cheering Fae voices.
"We've done it!" a lavender Fae with ice-pale, feather-patterned wings yells. She flaps in front of your face for a moment, then draws back. "I'm Tamra!" she volunteers cheerfully. "Welcome to the Institute!"
First description:
The clan – or its laboratory, at least – has earned the nickname of the "Fae Research Institute." Tamra ran with it, and now she's come up with branches and titles, despite the fact that it's only a small fraction of the lair (and a distressingly large fraction of the Fae) that are researching.
(Lair and dragon descriptions under reconstruction)
Second description:
The Fae Research Institute was once small – now, it has grown. Already, Guardians have taken the mantle of its protection, and the lair buzzes with activity. Once, it was only called the "Fae Research Institute" as a joke, but those that call it that now are deadly serious. The Institute's stone has been destroyed and remade as a square, bleached building with five smooth towers, each with some sort of device on the top. Occasionally, lightning will spark from one to another, or bolts of magic or light will flash from them. Above the double doors that are its entrance, a darksteel plate bears the Institute's name.
There is a charge in the air. Of magic, of electricity, of the iridescent haze that no longer dissipates, a haze of magic thick in the air surrounding the Institute – the charge is a charge of Progress, and in the center of it is Tamra.
You approach the white doors, which open of their own accord to the sound of cheering Fae voices.
"We've done it!" a lavender Fae with ice-pale, feather-patterned wings yells. She flaps in front of your face for a moment, then draws back. "I'm Tamra!" she volunteers cheerfully. "Welcome to the Institute!"
First description:
The clan – or its laboratory, at least – has earned the nickname of the "Fae Research Institute." Tamra ran with it, and now she's come up with branches and titles, despite the fact that it's only a small fraction of the lair (and a distressingly large fraction of the Fae) that are researching.
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I actually am a Star Trek fan, but my username is taken from my actual name!
do you happen to be a star trek fan with your username the way it is?
Thank you, i'll certainly consider making it available if i can :)
Some of them will probably end up being /my/ dragons though cause there are some very nice colour sets.
Hehe, I'm flipping them cause of the fight this week after Wind and us raised prices anyways. Any of them left after this week will probably end up training.
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