Lincoln

Uh-oh, looks like this little patriot wandered a little too far from his lair (27889, Halmarsta18), and now he's off to see the world! If ever you feel the urge to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him home instead, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here: http://*******.com/kjyytnl



Owners I've Had:
27889 - Halmarsta18
38183 - Terza
133842 - superclex
125607 - Randomonlooker
72759 - Bwee
74471 - FantasyFreak
151153 - Chiana
6858 - Lanturn
125607 - Randomonlooker (again!)
167367 - DDsweetie
100601 - Abu
87443 - Zandelion
161103 - Anorthite
174468 - Enigmatic
161103 - Anorthite (again!)
117006 - kdskid003





After a long stay at Lincoln's first stop, during which he made many new friends despite his repeated and ultimately futile attempts to instill some sense of patriotism in his clan mates, he finally decided it was time to move on. Donning the Fancy Top Hat he'd received from some of his friends (they swore it made him seem more charismatic), Lincoln set off in search of new adventures



In the Clex Clan, Lincoln couldn't help but frown to himself. Here were some very loud and busy dragons that wouldn't listen to him when he would boast about patriotism. That is until a pretty little white Mirror made a shy appearance.

Her name was Starr and she, like him, believed in everything red, white and blue. Why even her late father's name was Patriot. She told him stories of how she and her brother, Jack would play and how she missed he and his father.

Lincoln couldn't help but smile listening to her stories. It was nice hearing another dragon feel the same way he did.

After a long stay Lincoln decided that sadly he needed to move on. As much as he fell for Starr he knew he couldn't stay.



During his journey, he made his way to wind territory. During a small scuffle with a large group of gathered Leafy Moths, a small group of three odd looking dragons helped him escape. He explained his travels, and they offered to house him in their clan's area. He arrived and talked with the clan's leader, Dianthus, who pointed out to him that the Mistral Jamboree was approaching. Lincoln stayed with the clan throughout all the celebration and parties.
Sadly, in the time of celebration there was not much time to talk about his patriotism. The clan did take notice of when he did talk, but they were much to busy to listen for too long. He decided that after the jamboree he would go somewhere else, in hopes they might be able to listen. After he told this to one of his new acquaintances this, she revealed that the clan had been expecting this, and had found him a Bluemoon Aviar to accompany and protect him for the rest of his journey.



Lincoln arrived at the Viridian Labyrinth and took a good whiff of the air and sighed happily.

"I shall make a log cabin here!"

The pearlcatcher began to cut away at a tree when a few disgruntled dragons approached him. When they told him he was ruining their home he scoffed. Clearly these were savage dragons that didn't appreciate the patriotism of his log cabin designs. He resigned and wandered off to a new area.

Once he landed in the FantasyFreak lair, he was welcomed warmly by all the other dragons. None seemed to notice he was a nomad considering the fact that they had several newcomers. Lincoln was happy to see all the little babies grow up in their forever homes. He tried to teach them of patriotism, but the other dragons frowned upon it and told him he was tainting their minds. Some of the adult dragons weren't as hostile towards him, but they still didn't listen to him.

Eventually, some of the more aggressive males, took notice of what he was doing. Glider, Kerubi, Luke, and Beckendorf were the ones who noticed. They told him he had better leave their clan soon or they would make sure he would regret it. After looking at the two massive imps, the angry looking skydancer, and the angry nocturn, he decided he didn't want to risk staying any longer.



He then went to visit the Chiana Clan. He spent the time remembering those that went to serve their dieties in the great Dominance struggle. He celebrated the Greenskeeper Gathering with a young Imperial named Isis which resulted in 3 hatchlings. Somewhere along his journies his Bluemoon Aviar had become sidetracked and had managed to wander off. Luck would have it that another one was eager to take it place . He just hoped this one would be more attentive and not wander off like the last one did. He knew his work was far from done, so he bid Isis and the hatchlings Goodbye, and continued on his journey.



As Lincoln came to Lanturn's lair, he yet again tried to spread his message of patriotism. At first, most dragons in the lair seemed to listen, to then giggle and laugh at him behind his back.
When he at last got to talk to the matriarch, she regarded him and then told him that some of his ideas had merit, but he was too pushy about them. The rest of the dragons were surprised, but when they heard her reason, that loving your lair and clan should always come before anything else, they sort of understood her reasoning.
They now regarded Lincoln with a sort of pity. He was a traveling dragon, how could he know anything about this 'patriotism' he was talking about? Lincoln was a bit offended and left the lair pretty soon after he'd arrived.
When he was ready to fly off, some of the lair's dragons came to apologize for laughing at him. They'd been scolded and had realized he should have a right to his own opinion, even if they didn't agree to it. As a small gift. they gave him a pair of silver glasses.



Lincoln only discovered he had been going in a circle when he heard an almost offended "You again??"
Turns out, he had found himself back at the wind clan who had hosted him for the Jamboree. Dianthus had just chuckled and told him to stay a few days and that she could find him someone to help him find his way around. They gave him a Brass Steampunk Tail Bauble after he admitted he most likely got lost because he was navigating in dead of night. Despite the clan's many new faces, none of them really were too patriotic. He decided that it was a lack of morale. He had to act fast to raise it! Remembering their great love of festivals, he declared that the fourth day of July he would throw a giant party. The clan happily participated. After the festivities he noticed that while they weren't fully understanding his message, they got the overall ideas. With that, he decided it was time to continue his journey. They sent him off after introducing him to Sha'al who would stay with him only until the next clan, where they advised him to buy a better map.



Lincoln and Sha'al soon encountered The Children of The Celestial Instrument, a very curious and patriotic Arcane clan. They were one of the firsts to actually listen and retain Lincoln's teachings. He was amazed by the amount of dedication to the Arcanist that was shown by the Children. He spoke with the Children's astrologer and historian, Breakfast Jello, for quite a while and she made a more accurate map for him. It was a while before he used it though. He was so enthralled by the Children actually listening to him that he decided to stay for a while and learn some new things himself.
When it was time for him to leave, he had a mind full of new ideas to share with the next clan he came to. His companion stayed a while longer than him, so he left without her.



Lincoln came to the Hewn City, prepared to shine light on the land with his message of patriotism. Unfortunately, the clan he stumbled upon was a rather vain group of dragons who were all so busy spouting their own ideals as they gazed upon their glittery hides in the lake's reflection, that none of them appeared to be listening to his ideas. Frustrated with this group of dragons, he decided to pack up and move on.



To his great relief, the Wind Clan he happened upon next adhered closer to his ideals of patriotism. The well-being of the Clan was of utmost priority to the dragons. Lincoln thought perhaps this stemmed from the clan leader, who was a guardian whose Charge was her clan. He spent some time basking in the patriotic nature of the clan before deciding to spread his message further, his determination bolstered.



Somehow, despite his best efforts to follow Breakfast Jello's lovely map, Lincoln found himself lost in the middle of Dragonhome. Luckily Kyanite, leader of a nearby clan, found him and quietly pointed out that his map had been upside down the entire time. When they reached the clan's cliffside home, Lincoln was slightly overwhelmed by the continuous hubbub. Dragons with flying every which way across his vision, as well at things that looked like they might possibly be rocks. While attempting to start a conversation on patriotism with an astute looking hatchling, a ball of mud somehow made its way onto his side. Kyanite apologize for the hatchling's behavior profusely, and gave him a Silver Steampunk Vest to cover up the lingering dirt.

Amidst the cacophony, a small alabaster tundra slid up to him. Snowfall listened to all of his great patriotic ideals and expressed her own with great enthusiasm. They whiled away many hours in this way, gazing out at the stormy sea. She taught him to fight (well at least a little, as he could be a bit uncoordinated), explaining that patriots needed to know how to defend everything they valued. Leaving behind a few new patriots, Lincoln knew it was time keep spreading the word.



In the next clan he happened upon, Lincoln found a wide array of dragons to teach his love of patriotism to. Most of them simply ignored him, used to the strange jabbering of the travelers that came through. He was considered a minor annoyance to most in the lair, though a few did appreciate his enthusiasm. The clan was newly formed, and thus lacked much order or common ideals. Figuring that his teachings would do no good, he headed out, though his hatchling daughter, Rosie, stayed behind for a while longer under the care of the clan leader, Khaleesi.



He arrived at Clan Tariro next, with his Bluemoon Aviar. His Fancy Top Hat had blown away during his travels, and he traded his Brass Steampunk Tail Bauble for a Gold Steampunk Tail Bauble and Gold Steampunk Wings. His glasses were cracked and he looked wary from his travels. The clan was instantly very welcome to him- they even fixed his glasses!
If only he hadn't misplaced his other belongings.....
(I'm so sorry, I sent some of his original apparel with some other dragons....)