Fabian

No dragon in the clan of ashthorne is more well versed in the art of games than Fabian. A playful dragon at heart, Fabian has a deep love all things fun and fancy-free, and delights in anything that engages the Young spirit. From board games to pranks and even the most basic of tag, Fabian is an unquestionable mastermind of fun. This trait makes him the perfect watchman to the young of the clan, never missing an opportunity to engage with hatchlings and keep them happy and healthy alongside their parents' care. He also takes great joy in caring for the familiars of the clan when their dragons are away or unable to take care of them, frequently leading stampede of familiars through the clan grounds and gleefully cackling as the beasts mob the unfortunate dragons that happen in their path of playful chaos. Despite his playful nature, Fabian is under no delusion of the nature of the world. A stark realist, Fabian works to shield the Hatchlings of the can from the realities of the world around them by weaving tales and songs to entertain them, and by extension the rest of the clan, in times of hardship.



Fabian’s life started Loud, dark, and hot as a hatchling born in the heart of the great furnace. From the moment he left his egg, Fabian and those of similar clutches were all put to work, Starting off as a simple material supplier to those in the mines. Under a leader who valued money over all things, Fabian found himself born into a lonely life, his days spent fulfilling his clan duties and his nights resting to prepare for the next. The young coatl never strayed from his work, for all he had known was the job he came to feel he was born to do, and so without question, he did it. As he grew, Fabian’s duties grew with him, eventually leaving him to become a miner himself, toiling away in the mines to his leader’s content.

The days were long and hard, filled with the heat of the lifeblood that flowed under the Ashfall waste, and Fabian, though having grown to be content with the work, Began to grow weary of the monotony of the underground. Now a much bolder dragon than he had been when he was a hatchling, Fabian found himself abandoning his tasks more often to take time to himself, much to his leader’s chagrin. His leisure time, when he wasn’t being hunted down by his superiors, was commonly spent harassing his clanmates with ridiculous pranks and games he would come up with to bring some joy to those around him. The hatchlings of the clan especially seemed to enjoy the Coatl’s antics, a few even sneaking away from their duties to beg him to read them tales of their world with help from his loyal Hainu and his skills of prestidigitation.

For a long time, he delighted in being a thorn in his leadership’s side with his antics, knowing that despite his games, His quota was still met with ease, and maybe a few bits of treasure, Rendering him untouchable. As more and more of his clanmates began to attend his shows, eventually even attracting older members of the clan, Fabian slowly started to realize how unethical his leader’s practices were, and how low morale was amongst those he had grown up around, those who he considered his friends. Slowly, Fabian’s stories transitioned from legends of old to tales of long wars, battles for freedom and the power of strength in numbers. Slowly, Fabian sowed the seeds of unrest within his clan, imploring the young and old of his clan to spread his words to those unhappy with the state of the clan. At his final show, his tale was not that of grandeur, but that of a humble victory, telling the crowd that the story he had to tell was unfinished, and every dragon able bodied and old enough to mine for the riches of those above them should take up arms and follow him into a new age for the clan.

And so it was, on that day a civil war began, Fabian leading a surprise attack on the Leader of the clan and his guards, and after a short but violent battle, The workers of the clan came out victorious, and as his clan celebrated their flamecaller-blessed victory, Fabian, finally content with the future of his clan, decided his time here would be over. Leaving the clan behind, Fabian took to traveling the Ashfall waste, Making his living as a traveling minstrel. Eventually though, Fabian found himself missing the company of a clan, and especially the awe of the hatchlings that he loved so dearly to entertain. Eventually in his travels he ran across the clan of Ashthorne, a small but thriving clan in the Blacksand Annex in the midst of a wild celebration. As he flew above the clan’s activities, he felt himself drawn to the sheer joyous energy of the dragons below, the sight of the clans hatchlings running amok reminding him of home and doing nothing to dissuade him from landing at the entrance to the clan grounds. The dragon at the entrance, Seral, Immediately welcomed him, and as Fabian stepped foot onto the clan grounds, He felt in every fiber of his body, from the edges of his claws to the tips of his wings, that he was home.

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Fabian, in constant bids to dodge his job, was always on the lookout for places to hide away from the clan whose duties he was beholden to. On his hunt for a hiding spot, Fabian came across a gravely wounded young hainu who had somehow survived an encounter with another dragon. Without hesitation, Fabian took the hainu under his care, naming the pup Sora and caring for her in the cave he had found her in, doing his best to make her comfortable. Even when his hideout had been discovered, Fabian kept coming back to the spot, refusing to abandon her. Eventually her wounds healed, her wings bones set and strong again for her to fly. When it was time, Fabian flew with her, guiding her above the smog of the ashfall waste for a long, tearful goodbye. Returning to his clan, he quickly pushed the thought of his little friend out of his mind. After a couple days, Fabian woke in his nest to the feeling of a large furry creature on his chest, and upon further investigation, he realized that the beast sleeping beside him was Sora. She had come back to him, and from that moment on would never leave his side. A very happy familiar, Sora has come to be somewhat of a mascot to Ashthorne, always greeting newcomers and members alike with the enthusiasm expected of her species. Seldom found away from Fabian for great amounts of time, The hainu follows the Coatl wherever he goes when he leaves the clan, Refusing to stay home when he’s on an errand. She also is the perfect right hand for Her handler’s duties, happy to play with the young of the clan and being a guiding force to the other familiars in Ashthorne.

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