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Bluff's Clan
Mostly void...
Clan Info
I'm Bluff! They-he. i'm new to this fr thing, i'd love if you'd read my lore + tell me what you think?
lore summary: In the heart of the Sornieth Radio Quiet Zone, the
Staticstem clan work to help and understand an ancient presence that has
called to them through the use of their hodge-podge radio tower.
The Sornieth Radio Quiet Zone
(based off the National Radio Quiet Zone in WV)
(based off the National Radio Quiet Zone in WV)
The scrublands of the Shifting Expanse can be an eerie place. Miles of flat land, devoid of dragonmade structure or shelter, hissing with wind and bathed in shifting light from the ever-constant thunderstorms above. Most dragons, visitors and lightning-born alike, prefer to spend their time nearer to the heart of the territory, with the bustle of the turrets and Spire.
But not you.
You’ve ventured out into Lightning’s wilderness, braving drought, storm, and predators to push forth into the scrubs, almost to the barrens.
There are rumors, out here, between the spiny, tough flora and and equally-so fauna, that something else lives. Something otherworldly, something ancient and newly-awoken, that calls to dragons and beasts alike in a humming, barely-natural voice.
There is a haze, before you. Perhaps a mix of dust and fog from a recent storm. You pull up your hood and press forwards, and that’s when you hear it. A static hum, barely audible, emanates from around you. If you’d brought any electrical equipment, it would be reduced to visual snow and crackling static itself, but you came alone.
And as you walk, blind in the dusty, hazy air, static buzzing near-unbearably in your ears, your next step brings you here.
The Staticstem Clan.
Your head clears, the fog parts, and you’re greeted by the sight of what you know to be a radio tower, bulky and blinking, its many satellite dishes tilted at every possible angle. It looks more like a tree overgrown with a wild metallic fungus than anything else, the makeshift structure even patched with wood in some places, but the Tundras working on it treat it with dedication and respect.
Scattered around the main attraction are, not houses, but a village of canvas tents reminiscent of a farmer’s market. Tundras tinker, tend vegetable gardens, or rest in the shade. One steps up to you, her eyes calculating.
“We are the Staticstem,” she tells you, in a voice rough from desert storms. “Are you here to help?”
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I'm really glad he has a good home here, I was hoping they wouldn't be exalted! Enjoy!