Tiarana's Clan

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• random friend requests will not be accepted unless I know you
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• if you bought a named hatchling from me with the intention of keeping it, I can give you a scroll of renaming
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• letters from hatchlings, gift bombs, etc are a-ok
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• "fodder" and "in/out" tabs are mostly exalt fodder. Any dragon on these tabs without a familiar will be exalted or re-sold. PM me with a link to the dragon you want and I'll send you a PA if someone takes your fancy!

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In a City that Never Sleeps, or perhaps Always Sleeps, three factions vie for the Hearts and Souls of the City's Residents. Their alliances shift as often as the tides, and they are as prone to infighting as they are to fighting each other. Nevertheless, a fragile sort of equilibrium exists between them; were the City to erupt into all-out war, it would be destroyed, an outcome no faction seeks to bring about.

The Fairest: Ancient, morally compromised, and forever in love with the 80s, the Fairest seek to sow chaos and collect the Hearts of City Residents to power their Arcane Devices. They were here before the City, and they will still be here when it is turned to dust.

The Mob: Seeking only to control the City's politics and finances, what the Mob lacks in Magic they make up for in firepower. The Mob consists of several prominent crime syndicates more prone to fighting with each other than with external factions, but their battles are more likely to make front-page news. The largest outfits are the Venena, the Minationes, and the Vini.

The Magical Youths: Each one is Unique, each one is Special, and every single one is the Main Character of their own story. How they came by their magic, what monsters they fight, and what happens if they die vary from Youth to Youth. What the Magical Youths have in common is their unflagging determination to protect the Residents from existential threats.

The Residents of the City suspect nothing: sometimes someone goes missing, sometimes a city block is destroyed in the night. But the City's propaganda machine is ever-churning, ever-obfuscating, lest the fragile City society collapse in one great all-consuming conflagration.

Did I mention that everyone is also a dragon?