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TOPIC | Shattered Royalty Lore: Prologue posted!
[center][b]Shattered Royalty Lineage and Lore[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3365031][img] https://i.imgur.com/onve3XQ.png [/img][/url] [/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3365031]Shattered Royalty Lineage Lore Page (You are here!)[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/3365036#post_3365036]Shattered Royalty Lineage Registry and Sales Page[/url] [/center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/n82N35B.png[/img] Hello traveler! I'm creating a little lineage/lore project for my progens, DJ and Hazard. This will be the lore thread, where I update the clan's lore via stories 1-3 times a month. I'm hoping for a mix of drama, romance, and action. There will be some G2 kiddos up for sale/raffle, but I will be keeping a lot of them (and breeding them) for lore purposes. [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/65271630][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/652717/65271630.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/65271631][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/652717/65271631.png[/img][/url][/center] [indent]DJ and Hazard fled the spires as soon as they were adults. Tired of being outcasted, they founded the Shattered Outliers in the Barrens, hosting visitors and collecting resident after resident in their home of misfits. Years later and the scraggly safe haven transformed into a sprawling fortress, protecting all of it’s citizens. As the founders, they never faced opposition on their right to rule, and their reign was peaceful and fair. When dragons from neighboring clans started questioning them, threatening to annex the lands, DJ and Hazard knew that they had to do something to prove they belonged, once and for all. What did the nobility have that DJ and Hazard didn’t? Lineage, and a pedigree, but most importantly heirs and powerful allies. They didn’t want their safe haven to be disrupted, so they did what they had to do. They invited neighboring bloodlines, dragons who’s lineage was respected and were worthy of being good mates to their children and strong allies in battle. Rumors fly of a planned coup. Unsure when or where it will happen, DJ and Hazard begin the preparations of founding their bloodline and maintaining their power. [/indent] Hatchlings that stay with the Shattered Outliers will be featured with the lore updates. Hatchlings that leave Shattered Outliers have gone out to establish their own bloodlines and create their own safe havens. There are no requirements for Shattered Royalty heirs as long as they are descendants of Hazard and DJ. [center][pinglist=23198] [pinglist=36942] [pinglist=36944] [pinglist=36943][/center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/FsYDGjp.png[/img]
Shattered Royalty Lineage and Lore
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Hello traveler! I'm creating a little lineage/lore project for my progens, DJ and Hazard. This will be the lore thread, where I update the clan's lore via stories 1-3 times a month. I'm hoping for a mix of drama, romance, and action. There will be some G2 kiddos up for sale/raffle, but I will be keeping a lot of them (and breeding them) for lore purposes.
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DJ and Hazard fled the spires as soon as they were adults. Tired of being outcasted, they founded the Shattered Outliers in the Barrens, hosting visitors and collecting resident after resident in their home of misfits. Years later and the scraggly safe haven transformed into a sprawling fortress, protecting all of it’s citizens.

As the founders, they never faced opposition on their right to rule, and their reign was peaceful and fair. When dragons from neighboring clans started questioning them, threatening to annex the lands, DJ and Hazard knew that they had to do something to prove they belonged, once and for all. What did the nobility have that DJ and Hazard didn’t? Lineage, and a pedigree, but most importantly heirs and powerful allies.

They didn’t want their safe haven to be disrupted, so they did what they had to do. They invited neighboring bloodlines, dragons who’s lineage was respected and were worthy of being good mates to their children and strong allies in battle. Rumors fly of a planned coup. Unsure when or where it will happen, DJ and Hazard begin the preparations of founding their bloodline and maintaining their power.

Hatchlings that stay with the Shattered Outliers will be featured with the lore updates. Hatchlings that leave Shattered Outliers have gone out to establish their own bloodlines and create their own safe havens.

There are no requirements for Shattered Royalty heirs as long as they are descendants of Hazard and DJ.

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/n82N35B.png[/img] The Heirs: DJ and Hazard's Children None yet. Planned nests: October 31rst, 2024 January 1rst, 2025 March 29th, 2025 July 4th, 2025 Leap Day, 2028 If DJ and Hazard have less than 12 children after their planned July 4th nest then the following dates will be added until they hit 12. If there is enough interest they might hatch if they have already hit 12 heirs. There will be a maximum of 20 heirs total. November 21rst, 2026 (Hazard and DJ's birthday) October 31rst, 2027 [center][pinglist=23198][/center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/FsYDGjp.png[/img]
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The Heirs:

DJ and Hazard's Children

None yet.

Planned nests:

October 31rst, 2024

January 1rst, 2025

March 29th, 2025

July 4th, 2025

Leap Day, 2028

If DJ and Hazard have less than 12 children after their planned July 4th nest then the following dates will be added until they hit 12. If there is enough interest they might hatch if they have already hit 12 heirs. There will be a maximum of 20 heirs total.

November 21rst, 2026 (Hazard and DJ's birthday)

October 31rst, 2027

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/n82N35B.png[/img] The Suitors: [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/96508917][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/965090/96508917.png[/img][/url] Suaveolens hails from the Fable Haven Clan, and like his origins suggest, he is deeply rooted to the nature around him. He’s found his calling with tending to ornamental flowers and has a passion for bees and dragonflies, although don’t let his flowery apparel fool you, he’s here for business. He’s sure he can charm his way into the family with flowers and words of praise, and he’d prefer to act from the sidelines rather than make any direct move and risk his rank. He’s the great-grandson of Naomi herself, if he can’t win naturally then perhaps stirring up some chaos will do the trick. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/97426415][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/974265/97426415.png[/img][/url] Daughter of the great leaders Koomputilo and Neep, Rajani inherited all of their resourcefulness and none of their empathy. Her name literally means “the dark one,” although she likes to say it’s because of her affection for the night sky. Night is the easiest time to act and the best time to spew chaos, and her goal is to marry into the lineage as high as possible, no matter the personal cost. Outside of scheming her hobbies include knitting and long walks on the beach. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/97744540][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/977446/97744540.png[/img][/url] Voxis has always been a noble, and expects nothing but the best. Having high standards and an excess of self-love isn’t a bad thing, right? He can almost always be counted on to take the easy way out. He’s had a variety of lovers and is convinced he can properly woo an heir. He adores fancy and sparkly things and thinks he’s finally ready to settle down with a mate. He hardly thinks that this will be a walk in the park or a peaceful family, not with all the drama about to unfold. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/97656960][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/976570/97656960.png[/img][/url] Pitfall is a second generation Soultaken. Constantly fighting a spiritual battle, she takes time out of her day to carefully meditate to maintain her inner peace. She refuses to enter the chaotic realm for fear of being infected, and contrary to many of the suitors she actively tries to distance herself from her lineage. She has rejected the idea of a patron deity and wants physical power, not magical power, which is why she left her home clan when there was no way for her to elevate her position. The Shattered Outliers seem to be plenty shattered, and she’s determined to either mate the heir or mate into whatever noble family annexes the lands. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/97729812][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/977299/97729812.png[/img][/url] Astara is a third-generation Soultoken and struggles a lot less with her inner chaotic self. What little powers with destruction she uses as often as possible, oftentimes wilting gifted flowers from those she disdains. She despises Pitfall for being stronger than her, but also for not using her powers to her full potential. She’s got a pretty relaxed personality, willing to go with the flow, and is a natural hunter. She’s not really that dangerous, but she enjoy putting on a show to enure that nobody messes with her. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/96496535][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/964966/96496535.png[/img][/url] Repent is quieter, relying on his flashy appearances and skills to draw attention. He’s very successful at managing businesses and has overseen and advised quite a few. His connections to his grandfather, Gorebash, led him to many successful deals, and he has enough treasure and gems to attract a mate. He’s hoping that by showing his usefulness and showing an heir with affection he’ll be accepted into the family, where he can continue to grow his business and wealth. [/center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/FsYDGjp.png[/img]
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The Suitors:

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Suaveolens hails from the Fable Haven Clan, and like his origins suggest, he is deeply rooted to the nature around him. He’s found his calling with tending to ornamental flowers and has a passion for bees and dragonflies, although don’t let his flowery apparel fool you, he’s here for business. He’s sure he can charm his way into the family with flowers and words of praise, and he’d prefer to act from the sidelines rather than make any direct move and risk his rank. He’s the great-grandson of Naomi herself, if he can’t win naturally then perhaps stirring up some chaos will do the trick.

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Daughter of the great leaders Koomputilo and Neep, Rajani inherited all of their resourcefulness and none of their empathy. Her name literally means “the dark one,” although she likes to say it’s because of her affection for the night sky. Night is the easiest time to act and the best time to spew chaos, and her goal is to marry into the lineage as high as possible, no matter the personal cost. Outside of scheming her hobbies include knitting and long walks on the beach.

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Voxis has always been a noble, and expects nothing but the best. Having high standards and an excess of self-love isn’t a bad thing, right? He can almost always be counted on to take the easy way out. He’s had a variety of lovers and is convinced he can properly woo an heir. He adores fancy and sparkly things and thinks he’s finally ready to settle down with a mate. He hardly thinks that this will be a walk in the park or a peaceful family, not with all the drama about to unfold.

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Pitfall is a second generation Soultaken. Constantly fighting a spiritual battle, she takes time out of her day to carefully meditate to maintain her inner peace. She refuses to enter the chaotic realm for fear of being infected, and contrary to many of the suitors she actively tries to distance herself from her lineage. She has rejected the idea of a patron deity and wants physical power, not magical power, which is why she left her home clan when there was no way for her to elevate her position. The Shattered Outliers seem to be plenty shattered, and she’s determined to either mate the heir or mate into whatever noble family annexes the lands.


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Astara is a third-generation Soultoken and struggles a lot less with her inner chaotic self. What little powers with destruction she uses as often as possible, oftentimes wilting gifted flowers from those she disdains. She despises Pitfall for being stronger than her, but also for not using her powers to her full potential. She’s got a pretty relaxed personality, willing to go with the flow, and is a natural hunter. She’s not really that dangerous, but she enjoy putting on a show to enure that nobody messes with her.

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Repent is quieter, relying on his flashy appearances and skills to draw attention. He’s very successful at managing businesses and has overseen and advised quite a few. His connections to his grandfather, Gorebash, led him to many successful deals, and he has enough treasure and gems to attract a mate. He’s hoping that by showing his usefulness and showing an heir with affection he’ll be accepted into the family, where he can continue to grow his business and wealth.

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/n82N35B.png[/img] Other featured dragons: [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/35651926][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/356520/35651926.png[/img][/url] Emera is a gentle soul, often seen as regal. He tolerates hatchlings and has a soft spot for them, but could never see himself taking care of them. He's a philosopher, oftentimes thinking deeper than required. He's been friends with Majesty and Inferno since they were all young, and he has plenty of stories of their youthful stupidity getting themselves into trouble one way or another. Majesty and Inferno are both stronger fighters than Emera, but Emera is the most book-smart of the trio, oftentimes pointing out poisonous plants before the other two accidentally poisoned themselves or warning them of other dangers. He's always searched for his own mate, and has never given up on the idea that his true love is out there somewhere, just waiting for him. Inferno tried to set him up with a few ladies at one point in time and Emera had a few flings with them, but they all rubbed him wrong and left eventually. They came and went with the seasons, but it had been a long time since Emera looked at someone with rose-tinted vision. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/60295298][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/602953/60295298.png[/img][/url] Gossamer can't imagine a life without her twin. He's been the only constant in her life as they drifted from clan to clan before finally finding acceptance. Gossamer is prideful, spirited, and occasionally stirs up trouble. Opaque watches from the sidelines and oftentimes takes pity on her, helping her with the punishment chores and patrols. Gossamer has become an avid hunter in the clan, and is particularly good at catching smaller prey items. Her attitude can be hard to put up with, but if she decides to do something there is no force on any world that can stop her. She used to race in an illegal racing circuit. The treasure was good and it paid well, even if she did get occasionally scratched and cheated on. It was enough to afford them a comfortable lifestyle, but Gossamer got bored. She moved around every few months, dragging Opaque with her, until they finally settled here. She challenged Flash to a race, and Flash won by several body lengths. Determined, she challenged Flash again and again, coming close a few times but never able to beat the racer. Gossamer has always said that she won't leave until she's beaten Flash, so she's here to stay for the unforeseeable future. The clan, of course, is delighted to have another troublemaker, and prays for the day that Gossamer's antics cease. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/60295297][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/602953/60295297.png[/img][/url] The less adventurous, but more polite twin. Gossamer is all the entertainment he needs, and oftentimes he would be up late in the evening tending to whatever wound she acquired. He's intelligent, a little bit shy, and is the polar opposite of Gossamer. Somehow they get along, and the two have a strong sibling bond. Opaque has always had a love for music, and can often be heard humming or dancing when he thinks no one is watching. When Flash defeated Gossamer and Gossamer decided that she wanted to stay, Opaque didn't have much of a choice. He went along, bewildered by the strange group of dragons. Several of them had energy that matched Gossamer's and it was intimidating to say the least. Hazard took a liking to Opaque, and helped him get settled in. Opaque has since become an excellent tracker and has a remarkable patience with hatchlings, teaching some how to identify the tracks and other marks of beats that they hunt. [/center] Other Heirs: [img]https://i.imgur.com/FsYDGjp.png[/img]
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Other featured dragons:
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Emera is a gentle soul, often seen as regal. He tolerates hatchlings and has a soft spot for them, but could never see himself taking care of them. He's a philosopher, oftentimes thinking deeper than required. He's been friends with Majesty and Inferno since they were all young, and he has plenty of stories of their youthful stupidity getting themselves into trouble one way or another. Majesty and Inferno are both stronger fighters than Emera, but Emera is the most book-smart of the trio, oftentimes pointing out poisonous plants before the other two accidentally poisoned themselves or warning them of other dangers.
He's always searched for his own mate, and has never given up on the idea that his true love is out there somewhere, just waiting for him. Inferno tried to set him up with a few ladies at one point in time and Emera had a few flings with them, but they all rubbed him wrong and left eventually. They came and went with the seasons, but it had been a long time since Emera looked at someone with rose-tinted vision.

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Gossamer can't imagine a life without her twin. He's been the only constant in her life as they drifted from clan to clan before finally finding acceptance. Gossamer is prideful, spirited, and occasionally stirs up trouble. Opaque watches from the sidelines and oftentimes takes pity on her, helping her with the punishment chores and patrols. Gossamer has become an avid hunter in the clan, and is particularly good at catching smaller prey items. Her attitude can be hard to put up with, but if she decides to do something there is no force on any world that can stop her.

She used to race in an illegal racing circuit. The treasure was good and it paid well, even if she did get occasionally scratched and cheated on. It was enough to afford them a comfortable lifestyle, but Gossamer got bored. She moved around every few months, dragging Opaque with her, until they finally settled here. She challenged Flash to a race, and Flash won by several body lengths. Determined, she challenged Flash again and again, coming close a few times but never able to beat the racer. Gossamer has always said that she won't leave until she's beaten Flash, so she's here to stay for the unforeseeable future. The clan, of course, is delighted to have another troublemaker, and prays for the day that Gossamer's antics cease.

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The less adventurous, but more polite twin. Gossamer is all the entertainment he needs, and oftentimes he would be up late in the evening tending to whatever wound she acquired. He's intelligent, a little bit shy, and is the polar opposite of Gossamer. Somehow they get along, and the two have a strong sibling bond. Opaque has always had a love for music, and can often be heard humming or dancing when he thinks no one is watching.

When Flash defeated Gossamer and Gossamer decided that she wanted to stay, Opaque didn't have much of a choice. He went along, bewildered by the strange group of dragons. Several of them had energy that matched Gossamer's and it was intimidating to say the least. Hazard took a liking to Opaque, and helped him get settled in. Opaque has since become an excellent tracker and has a remarkable patience with hatchlings, teaching some how to identify the tracks and other marks of beats that they hunt.
Other Heirs:


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[img]https://i.imgur.com/n82N35B.png[/img] @pinglist-36942 @pinglist-36943 Some news and general updates! First of all, the prologue has been completed. It will be posted directly after this. The prologue is about 3,000 words long and I'm expecting the chapters to be 5,000-8,000 words long, so I'll be posting them here and eventually linking them to a free-to-access online publishing for easier reading since I know some folks won't want to read books on FR forums! Right now I am planning on posting the chapters on Quotev, Wattpad, and Ao3. They will be available to people who do not have accounts on those sites and also for free on the forums. Speaking of chapters, I plan on publishing one chapter a month for all of 2025. Yay! I have three fun arcs to this story planned, and boy I cannot wait. :) I've updated the first post to link between the story forum page, which is this one, and the dragon share page, which will have the registries and kiddos for sale. Lastly, DJ and Hazard have nested early with twins for Halloween. I will be keeping both twins from this nest, but I've decided to only keep one hatchling from their January first nest and part with the rest, which means as long as they don't wegg me there will be hatchlings leaving my lair! lol. Onto the story, which continues on the next post. Feel free to post after telling me what you think, or send me a pm! [center]Featured Characters: [b]Storm Solace Syndicate Court (SSS)[/b] Lord Swordstalker and his second-in-command, Viscount [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/96759995][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/967600/96759995.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/97024485][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/970245/97024485.png[/img][/url] The members of the court Solstitium, Vienna, Duskfall, Equinox, Liana [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/98116754][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/981168/98116754.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/9561669][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/95617/9561669.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/49014267][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/490143/49014267.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/98075295][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/980753/98075295.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/98292234][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/982923/98292234.png[/img][/url] Other SSS members Nile, head of the guard, and Atara, the messenger [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/39540683][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/395407/39540683.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/47963634][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/479637/47963634.png[/img][/url] [b]Shattered Outliers Stronghold (SOS)[/b] DJ the Queen and Hazard the King Consort [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/65271630][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/652717/65271630.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/65271631][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/652717/65271631.png[/img][/url] Majesty, trusted advisor, and Inferno, head of the guard [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/34617255][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/346173/34617255.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/32744283][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/327443/32744283.png[/img][/url] [/center] Some notes on the world: Since FR time is wonky, especially when it comes to dragons real ages and lore ages, I'm going off of something similar to the Wings of Fire. This story isn't cannon and assume all dragons are a similar size unless mentioned. I'm not mentioning specific breeds, or places on Sorienth's map, or anything more than basic Flight Rising lore as I still haven't sat down and read it from beginning to end. Assume it takes about six months for an egg to hatch, starting from conception and ending with the hatchling breaking the shell. Dragons are mostly fully grown and 'legal adults' at the age of eight but dragons can live anywhere from 100 to 120 years on average with the oldest individuals living to about 140. Certain medical and technological advances have been made, but there is no complex electric-powered machines, just very simplistic ones. There is magic and a variety of types, but it is not common, and depending on the type and region one may be an outcast for it. [img]https://i.imgur.com/FsYDGjp.png[/img]
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@Shattered Royalty Lineage: All updates
@Shattered Royalty Lineage: Lore updates

Some news and general updates!

First of all, the prologue has been completed. It will be posted directly after this. The prologue is about 3,000 words long and I'm expecting the chapters to be 5,000-8,000 words long, so I'll be posting them here and eventually linking them to a free-to-access online publishing for easier reading since I know some folks won't want to read books on FR forums! Right now I am planning on posting the chapters on Quotev, Wattpad, and Ao3. They will be available to people who do not have accounts on those sites and also for free on the forums.

Speaking of chapters, I plan on publishing one chapter a month for all of 2025. Yay! I have three fun arcs to this story planned, and boy I cannot wait. :)

I've updated the first post to link between the story forum page, which is this one, and the dragon share page, which will have the registries and kiddos for sale.

Lastly, DJ and Hazard have nested early with twins for Halloween. I will be keeping both twins from this nest, but I've decided to only keep one hatchling from their January first nest and part with the rest, which means as long as they don't wegg me there will be hatchlings leaving my lair! lol.

Onto the story, which continues on the next post. Feel free to post after telling me what you think, or send me a pm!
Featured Characters:

Storm Solace Syndicate Court (SSS)
Lord Swordstalker and his second-in-command, Viscount
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The members of the court
Solstitium, Vienna, Duskfall, Equinox, Liana
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Other SSS members
Nile, head of the guard, and Atara, the messenger
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Shattered Outliers Stronghold (SOS)
DJ the Queen and Hazard the King Consort
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Majesty, trusted advisor, and Inferno, head of the guard
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Some notes on the world:

Since FR time is wonky, especially when it comes to dragons real ages and lore ages, I'm going off of something similar to the Wings of Fire.

This story isn't cannon and assume all dragons are a similar size unless mentioned. I'm not mentioning specific breeds, or places on Sorienth's map, or anything more than basic Flight Rising lore as I still haven't sat down and read it from beginning to end.

Assume it takes about six months for an egg to hatch, starting from conception and ending with the hatchling breaking the shell. Dragons are mostly fully grown and 'legal adults' at the age of eight but dragons can live anywhere from 100 to 120 years on average with the oldest individuals living to about 140.

Certain medical and technological advances have been made, but there is no complex electric-powered machines, just very simplistic ones. There is magic and a variety of types, but it is not common, and depending on the type and region one may be an outcast for it.

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/n82N35B.png[/img] [center][b]Prologue[/b][/center] [indent][b]Storm Solace Syndicate Court (SSS)[/b] “This month it was a healer who showed up at their doorstep, and last month it was a weapon’s maker. I wouldn’t put it past them to accept any criminal or degenerate with open arms,” Vienna snarled. “Calm down,” Swordstalker said, “We don’t know for sure. This session was held not to declare war, but to review our most recent findings.” The dragon sat back down on his haunches. He was not the oldest, he was not the wisest, and he was not the most cunning of the group, yet their previous leader saw something in him that was enough to declare him as his second and next in line when he passed. Clearly, this group did not see what he saw. It didn’t matter, because they weren’t in charge, he was. “We don’t know their intentions,” Sol said, orange feathers ruffling before she settled back down in her chair. “Perhaps we should do more work to investigate our neighbors.” “Neighbor is a strong word for a parasitic clan,” Duskfall said, “My family has owned rights to the land that borders theirs for centuries and they are uprooting tradition that has kept us alive, causing an uproar.” “If your family is concerned with the actions of degenerates then perhaps they are weaker than implied,” Liana said with a smirk. “Isn’t your noble bloodline’s claim to fame strength and agility? Or did that die off with the last generation?” she asked sweetly, leaning over the table. Duskfall snarled, there was a reason they weren’t seated together, and that was because at times like these he wanted to hear her scream and choke on her own blood. Another day, another day. “Maybe–” “Enough,” Swordstalker said, “I’m not listening to you two bicker.” “We have larger problems to worry about,” Viscount said, the stoic second speaking for the first time since the meeting had been called. “Nile, please, continue your report.” “Right, thank you, sir,” Nile said, fighting the urge to adjust his armor where he could feel it slightly slipping. “This puts their total population count at about fifty.” “See?” Sol said, “Nothing to worry about. Fifty is barely a clan, much less a house.” “How come good old Duskie is here then?” Liana asked with a smirk. Blue eyes twinkled with mischief as Duskfall bristled. “If you paid attention you would know that their numbers have been steadily rising,” Vienna snapped, “Fifty is this month. Two months ago it was forty. At this rate they will outnumber us in two years, and then what?” He looked around as the table fell silent. “Even worse is they seem to be collecting warriors, outcasts, those who are not wanted for some reason or another by other clans. The troublemakers, the dangerous. What then?” Swordstalker sighed, a talon running down his face. “Nile, was there anything else notable to report?” “No sir,” Nile said with an eager shake of his head, “But I will bring fresh findings next week.” “Keep an extra close eye on the new recruits, and I want to know what trades they are completing, and with who,” Viscount said. “Dismissed.” Nile nodded before making a hasty retreat, wanting to avoid the shouting match that would likely occur in his wake. “So,” Liana said, leaning back. The blue dragoness looked around the table. “Any of you nobles have a clue on how to stop them?” “We could perhaps pursue a legal route,” Equinox offered up. “Ah! His majesty speaks,” Liana said, “We are delighted to finally have your input.” “I don’t waste my words,” Equinox said, wings canting before they relaxed again. Yellow and gold feathers caught the light that filtered through the stained glass windows and glowed from the chandelier. “Bickering like a peasant is beneath me.” “Everything is beneath you,” Sol muttered, quiet enough that only Duskfall and Vienna could hear, the latter smiling slyly at her. “Pardon?” Equinox asked. “Everything is falling through,” Sol said louder. Green eyes squinted as she looked over her own scrolls and ledgers. “At least, that’s what will happen if we don’t put a stop to this. We don’t have to take them out, just find a way to stunt their growth, limit their population.” “That way they can never grow large enough to become a serious threat,” Liana said, “I like the way you think. Surely there’s some old crummy tradition they aren’t following where we can revoke their legitimacy?” “They’ve filled all the correct paperwork and have kept up to date on everything,” Viscount said a bit dejectedly. “I’ve tried several times to find a hole in their plans, but their sanctuary and government are legit.” “I’m sure we’ll think of something dear,” Sol said, flashing Viscount a smile. Vienna frowned. “What kind of government are they registered as?” Liana asked. “I didn’t think you knew the difference,” Duskfall muttered, grinning when he saw it had the intended effect of making Liana silently snarl but not being loud enough that Swordstalker or Viscount could clearly hear. “Founded as a monarchy with solid plans to shift towards an aristocracy, and then a republican parliamentary in the far future depends on how large their clan grows,” Swordstalker said. “But legally, a monarchy now?” Viscount asked. “Yes,” Swordstalker confirmed. The hulking midnight and ultramarine dragon shifted to a more comfortable position before he pulled out more scrolls, and copies of the paperwork the monarchs had provided him. “And I assume all their paperwork was filled out correctly and on time?” Liana asked. “Worst case scenario we have enough weight to make their transitions to an aristocracy or a parliamentary difficult, costly, or a general pain.” “Who’s their heir?” Equinox asked. “Perhaps we can reach out to them and see if they are easily manipulatable.” “Heir?” Swordstalker asked, looking through his scrolls. “I’m not seeing any heirs listed here, just DJ as the matriarch and Hazard as the king consort. Although they decline to use their titles,” he said with a scoff. “If they have no heirs, no line of succession, that is something we could exploit,” Liana said. “Do we have confirmation?” Sol asked. “Where’s your favorite spy, anyways?” Vienna asked. “Viscount, find Blitz and confirm the lack of an heir,” Swordstalker said, and Viscount nodded, leaving the room briskly. “The rest of us will determine how to act accordingly assuming there is no heir.” “It’s a monarchy, so there must be a biological heir,” Equinox said, “It would not be a proper monarchy otherwise.” “I don’t think they care about proper,” Duskfall pointed out with a small sneer. “Well, they signed documents saying they were a proper and legitimate monarchy, so they better start caring soon,” Liana pointed out. “True,” Duskfall said, surprised he agreed with Liana on anything at all. He doubted it would last for long, and didn’t count on the blue weasel’s support in the future. “We can’t immediately abolish their government on the basis it has no heir,” Equinox said, “That would be unjust.” “Who cares about justness when our people are threatened?” Vienna asked. “True,” Swordstalker said, “But if we were to respond to one instance of breaking the law by dissolving their authority as a government, we are stooping to their level.” “We are better than that,” Equinox said, “Well, at least some of us are.” “Yes, we are better than that,” Sol said. “We will present our case properly to them, and then present it to the presiding court if they refuse to comply. That is the only thing we can do. Without the presiding court’s approval, we cannot take action against them without the approval of other clans, which could lead to strains in our own alliances.” “Let’s not consider that,” Swordstalker said a bit quickly, taking out a new scroll. “What timeline will we give them for declaring an heir?” “Ten years,” Liana said, “Which, before you say it, I know is generous. It’s meant to be generous. They can either clean their circus act up or we will have a solid case against them.” “And what if they visibly clean their case up but we are still worried about them?” Vienna asked. “Well,” Liana said, “I suppose in ten years we will be having a similar meeting, only at a war table.” There were quiet murmurs between pairs and trios, discussing other important information such as new trade routes and the latest gossip. They waited for Viscount to return, and he did not disappoint. “Took you long enough,” Swordstalker said with a teasing smile. “You try finding a spy that does not wish to be found,” Viscount said, a slight smile betraying his serious tone. “Blitz reported that there are no heirs. No heirs, no hatchlings, and not a single known blood relative.” “Perfect!” Sol said, clasping her talons together, “Let’s start making a list of demands then.” [b]Shattered Outliers Stronghold (SOS) [/b] A small dragon approached the stronghold. Atara was far from the strongest and far from the smartest, but she was fast and loyal and that was all that mattered. “A message for the queen and the king consort,” she said to the royal guard. “From who?” Inferno asked, a bit weary. He recognized Atara, and while he didn’t blame her, she was usually the bringer of bad news. “From the Storm Solace Syndicate Court,” she replied honestly, showing Inferno the seal. She could not leave until the message was hand-delivered to DJ herself, the seal unbroken. “Very well,” Inferno said, motioning for the much smaller dragoness to follow him. “I’m not sure what their schedule is today, but I can arrange for a place for you to wait outside.” “Thank you,” Atara said cheerfully, almost jogging to keep up with Inferno. “Majesty,” Inferno said, popping his head into the other dragon’s office. “What are DJ and Hazard doing right now?” “DJ is signing some paperwork she’s been putting off for the better part of two weeks, and Hazard is out roughhousing with the hatchlings,” Majesty said. “Well,” Inferno said with a small smile, “Please fetch Hazard and I’ll tell DJ she has another excuse to avoid her paperwork. We have a messenger with a sealed message from the SSS.” Majesty sighed. “She better be done with her paperwork by now,” he mumbled, “Otherwise it’s going to take another week for her to find the time to sit down to finish it.” “It’ll get done eventually,” Inferno said, “I’ll make sure of it.” He headed down the hallway, beckoning for Atara to follow him as Majesty filed out and headed in the opposite direction. The hallways were lit in an almost homey fashion, and Inferno inwardly smiled at the blue and gold banners that were occasionally hung. Inferno tapped on the door three times before opening it. “What brings you to my humble office?” DJ asked as the door swung open, setting down whatever paper she was in the middle of reviewing. “An excuse to take a break from paperwork, I hope?” “Yes,” Inferno said with a nod before Atara came into view. “From the Storm Solace Syndicate,” Atara said, almost on her tiptoes to hand the scroll to DJ. “Why, thank you,” DJ said, gently extracting the scroll. “I assume Hazard is on his way?” She asked Inferno, and Inferno nodded. “I sent Majesty to track him down,” Inferno confirmed. “Alright,” DJ said, “Please escort our guest back after she’s had some refreshments of course,” DJ added with a small smile in Atara’s direction. Atara beamed before Inferno led her out, and DJ sighed, exasperated. “Nothing good can come of this,” she grumbled, looking over the sealed scroll and adding to the pile of paperwork. “I heard there was bad news,” was the first thing Hazard said after he all but barged through the door. “I assume it’s a threat of some sort,” DJ said, “The syndicate likes making them more and more creative.” “Ah,” Hazard said, noticing the sealed scroll. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense! Open it! I have a bunch of new recruits who would love some hands-on experience.” DJ carefully cut the seal. “To whom it may concern–” Hazard interrupted with a snort. “I think they are the concerned ones.” “True,” DJ added with a smile before she began to read. “It has come to our attention that you have filed for autonomy of your territory.” “We did that two years ago,” Hazard huffed. “Skip to the good part?” “You mean the end?” DJ asked with a smile before she skipped to another paragraph and kept reading. “There are certain expectations of a monarchy, one of which is a suitable heir. We were informed that you have no such heir, and thus, your monarchy cannot be considered a suitable government for your territory. “We trust that this was not your intention, so we will not be making a complaint to the higher court. However, we expect that all of the requirements of a monarchy will be fulfilled and met in a timely manner. This includes, but is not limited to, an heir that is related to the matriarch with a suitable mate. We feel that a decade is more than enough time to rear and train a replacement, and we will refrain from filing a complaint with the higher court in the meantime. “Signed the Strom Solace Syndicate. What a joke,” DJ muttered, passing the scroll over to Hazard. “This is none of their business!” Hazard exclaimed. “No,” DJ said, “I suspect either they are threatened by our presence and rapid growth or they are looking for an excuse to annex our territory.” “Well, either way, at least we are doing something right,” Hazard said, reading the last couple of lines quickly before he handed the scroll back. DJ carefully filed it away for safekeeping. “Heirs,” she said with a shake of her head. “We are not ready for hatchlings, not now.” “Will we ever be?” Hazard questioned. “It’s not like we have a choice. Besides, look at everyone we’ve helped so far. Would you rather explain to them why they have to leave, why the only sanctuary they’ve ever been welcomed into with open arms is shutting down for good?” “No,” DJ muttered, “I just wish our relationship had remained professional.” “On paper,” Hazard said with a sigh. “I know, I know. I don’t think they would be swayed with negotiations.” “No,” DJ said with a shake of her head. “Maybe we can paint Majesty our colors, pass him off as our heir.” Hazard choked out a laugh. “I don’t think he’d agree to that,” he said, “But I would pay to see it.” “Any estranged relatives you can tolerate that have mysteriously contacted you?” DJ asked with a huff. “No,” Hazard said, “Although I’m sure we could forge some papers.” “I’m afraid the legitimacy would be questioned at some point in time or another,” DJ said. “Worst of all, we don’t have the members or the resources to transition to an aristocracy or a republic now.” “This is a mess,” Hazard grumbled. “I assume we’ll need to find someone trustworthy to raise the hatchlings as well.” “And why would we do that?” DJ asked, “Do you think we can found a government but can’t raise reliable citizens and good heirs?” “Oh, sure we can,” Hazard replied, “But tell me, how do you feel about stepping down for say, seven years, while you take care of our children?” When DJ made a face, Hazard continued. “I feel the same way. Both of our presences are needed to run this place.” “I’m sure some lovestruck couple would be willing to assist as practice,” DJ said, “We can start searching soon.” “Our timeline is really running short,” Hazard said, “We’ll need to get working on this hatchling business soon.” “Just a few nests,” DJ said, “Just enough to ensure one of our unfortunate spawn desires power, but not too much of it.” “With our genes, what could go wrong?” Hazard asked, and it was DJ’s turn to laugh. “Oh, what? I get I’m not your first choice, maybe not your second, and maybe not your third, but I have impeccable genes and a great personality which is more than the cardboard cutouts that call themselves the Syndicate’s Court can claim.” “That is true,” DJ said. “We have the problem of finding a suitable match, however.” “By the time our heirs are of age, I’m worried we might grow enough to become a serious force to be reckoned with,” Hazard pointed out. “The Syndicate will likely try to meddle, see if they can’t get one of their own to be arranged.” “Well,” DJ said, “We’ll just have to reach out ahead of time and make sure that doesn’t happen. Find other bloodlines, not commoners, so that way the court doesn’t have any reason to reject our heir.” “Anything for our people, and our children,” Hazard said. “I’m sorry you were dragged into this,” DJ said. “If I had known marking your name down as my consort would have brought all this upon you–” “Hey,” Hazard interrupted, putting a talon over DJ’s. “I agreed to follow you, to help found this place. We wouldn’t have named it the Shattered Outliers if we weren’t shattered or outliers. I meant I would stand by your side, through thick and thin, and I meant it, whatever the future may bring. The vows I took may have been platonic and not romantic, but I meant every word. We’re going to fight them, beat them at their own game, and then we can go back to what we’ve always done, which is welcome everyone with open arms and provide a home, a safe haven, to anyone who needs it.” DJ was silent for a moment, trying to find the words. “Thank you for your support,” she said at least, her voice wavering but not cracking. “Gods, they aren’t going to like us.” “They don’t have to.” [/indent] [img]https://i.imgur.com/FsYDGjp.png[/img]
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Prologue
Storm Solace Syndicate Court (SSS)

“This month it was a healer who showed up at their doorstep, and last month it was a weapon’s maker. I wouldn’t put it past them to accept any criminal or degenerate with open arms,” Vienna snarled.

“Calm down,” Swordstalker said, “We don’t know for sure. This session was held not to declare war, but to review our most recent findings.” The dragon sat back down on his haunches. He was not the oldest, he was not the wisest, and he was not the most cunning of the group, yet their previous leader saw something in him that was enough to declare him as his second and next in line when he passed. Clearly, this group did not see what he saw. It didn’t matter, because they weren’t in charge, he was.

“We don’t know their intentions,” Sol said, orange feathers ruffling before she settled back down in her chair. “Perhaps we should do more work to investigate our neighbors.”

“Neighbor is a strong word for a parasitic clan,” Duskfall said, “My family has owned rights to the land that borders theirs for centuries and they are uprooting tradition that has kept us alive, causing an uproar.”

“If your family is concerned with the actions of degenerates then perhaps they are weaker than implied,” Liana said with a smirk. “Isn’t your noble bloodline’s claim to fame strength and agility? Or did that die off with the last generation?” she asked sweetly, leaning over the table.

Duskfall snarled, there was a reason they weren’t seated together, and that was because at times like these he wanted to hear her scream and choke on her own blood. Another day, another day. “Maybe–”

“Enough,” Swordstalker said, “I’m not listening to you two bicker.”

“We have larger problems to worry about,” Viscount said, the stoic second speaking for the first time since the meeting had been called. “Nile, please, continue your report.”

“Right, thank you, sir,” Nile said, fighting the urge to adjust his armor where he could feel it slightly slipping. “This puts their total population count at about fifty.”

“See?” Sol said, “Nothing to worry about. Fifty is barely a clan, much less a house.”

“How come good old Duskie is here then?” Liana asked with a smirk. Blue eyes twinkled with mischief as Duskfall bristled.

“If you paid attention you would know that their numbers have been steadily rising,” Vienna snapped, “Fifty is this month. Two months ago it was forty. At this rate they will outnumber us in two years, and then what?” He looked around as the table fell silent. “Even worse is they seem to be collecting warriors, outcasts, those who are not wanted for some reason or another by other clans. The troublemakers, the dangerous. What then?”

Swordstalker sighed, a talon running down his face. “Nile, was there anything else notable to report?”

“No sir,” Nile said with an eager shake of his head, “But I will bring fresh findings next week.”

“Keep an extra close eye on the new recruits, and I want to know what trades they are completing, and with who,” Viscount said. “Dismissed.”

Nile nodded before making a hasty retreat, wanting to avoid the shouting match that would likely occur in his wake.

“So,” Liana said, leaning back. The blue dragoness looked around the table. “Any of you nobles have a clue on how to stop them?”

“We could perhaps pursue a legal route,” Equinox offered up.

“Ah! His majesty speaks,” Liana said, “We are delighted to finally have your input.”

“I don’t waste my words,” Equinox said, wings canting before they relaxed again. Yellow and gold feathers caught the light that filtered through the stained glass windows and glowed from the chandelier. “Bickering like a peasant is beneath me.”

“Everything is beneath you,” Sol muttered, quiet enough that only Duskfall and Vienna could hear, the latter smiling slyly at her.

“Pardon?” Equinox asked.

“Everything is falling through,” Sol said louder. Green eyes squinted as she looked over her own scrolls and ledgers. “At least, that’s what will happen if we don’t put a stop to this. We don’t have to take them out, just find a way to stunt their growth, limit their population.”

“That way they can never grow large enough to become a serious threat,” Liana said, “I like the way you think. Surely there’s some old crummy tradition they aren’t following where we can revoke their legitimacy?”

“They’ve filled all the correct paperwork and have kept up to date on everything,” Viscount said a bit dejectedly. “I’ve tried several times to find a hole in their plans, but their sanctuary and government are legit.”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something dear,” Sol said, flashing Viscount a smile. Vienna frowned.

“What kind of government are they registered as?” Liana asked.

“I didn’t think you knew the difference,” Duskfall muttered, grinning when he saw it had the intended effect of making Liana silently snarl but not being loud enough that Swordstalker or Viscount could clearly hear.

“Founded as a monarchy with solid plans to shift towards an aristocracy, and then a republican parliamentary in the far future depends on how large their clan grows,” Swordstalker said.

“But legally, a monarchy now?” Viscount asked.

“Yes,” Swordstalker confirmed. The hulking midnight and ultramarine dragon shifted to a more comfortable position before he pulled out more scrolls, and copies of the paperwork the monarchs had provided him.

“And I assume all their paperwork was filled out correctly and on time?” Liana asked. “Worst case scenario we have enough weight to make their transitions to an aristocracy or a parliamentary difficult, costly, or a general pain.”

“Who’s their heir?” Equinox asked. “Perhaps we can reach out to them and see if they are easily manipulatable.”

“Heir?” Swordstalker asked, looking through his scrolls. “I’m not seeing any heirs listed here, just DJ as the matriarch and Hazard as the king consort. Although they decline to use their titles,” he said with a scoff.

“If they have no heirs, no line of succession, that is something we could exploit,” Liana said.

“Do we have confirmation?” Sol asked.

“Where’s your favorite spy, anyways?” Vienna asked.

“Viscount, find Blitz and confirm the lack of an heir,” Swordstalker said, and Viscount nodded, leaving the room briskly. “The rest of us will determine how to act accordingly assuming there is no heir.”

“It’s a monarchy, so there must be a biological heir,” Equinox said, “It would not be a proper monarchy otherwise.”

“I don’t think they care about proper,” Duskfall pointed out with a small sneer.

“Well, they signed documents saying they were a proper and legitimate monarchy, so they better start caring soon,” Liana pointed out.

“True,” Duskfall said, surprised he agreed with Liana on anything at all. He doubted it would last for long, and didn’t count on the blue weasel’s support in the future.

“We can’t immediately abolish their government on the basis it has no heir,” Equinox said, “That would be unjust.”

“Who cares about justness when our people are threatened?” Vienna asked.

“True,” Swordstalker said, “But if we were to respond to one instance of breaking the law by dissolving their authority as a government, we are stooping to their level.”

“We are better than that,” Equinox said, “Well, at least some of us are.”

“Yes, we are better than that,” Sol said. “We will present our case properly to them, and then present it to the presiding court if they refuse to comply. That is the only thing we can do. Without the presiding court’s approval, we cannot take action against them without the approval of other clans, which could lead to strains in our own alliances.”

“Let’s not consider that,” Swordstalker said a bit quickly, taking out a new scroll. “What timeline will we give them for declaring an heir?”

“Ten years,” Liana said, “Which, before you say it, I know is generous. It’s meant to be generous. They can either clean their circus act up or we will have a solid case against them.”

“And what if they visibly clean their case up but we are still worried about them?” Vienna asked.

“Well,” Liana said, “I suppose in ten years we will be having a similar meeting, only at a war table.”

There were quiet murmurs between pairs and trios, discussing other important information such as new trade routes and the latest gossip. They waited for Viscount to return, and he did not disappoint.

“Took you long enough,” Swordstalker said with a teasing smile.

“You try finding a spy that does not wish to be found,” Viscount said, a slight smile betraying his serious tone. “Blitz reported that there are no heirs. No heirs, no hatchlings, and not a single known blood relative.”

“Perfect!” Sol said, clasping her talons together, “Let’s start making a list of demands then.”


Shattered Outliers Stronghold (SOS)

A small dragon approached the stronghold. Atara was far from the strongest and far from the smartest, but she was fast and loyal and that was all that mattered.

“A message for the queen and the king consort,” she said to the royal guard.

“From who?” Inferno asked, a bit weary. He recognized Atara, and while he didn’t blame her, she was usually the bringer of bad news.

“From the Storm Solace Syndicate Court,” she replied honestly, showing Inferno the seal. She could not leave until the message was hand-delivered to DJ herself, the seal unbroken.

“Very well,” Inferno said, motioning for the much smaller dragoness to follow him. “I’m not sure what their schedule is today, but I can arrange for a place for you to wait outside.”

“Thank you,” Atara said cheerfully, almost jogging to keep up with Inferno.

“Majesty,” Inferno said, popping his head into the other dragon’s office. “What are DJ and Hazard doing right now?”

“DJ is signing some paperwork she’s been putting off for the better part of two weeks, and Hazard is out roughhousing with the hatchlings,” Majesty said.

“Well,” Inferno said with a small smile, “Please fetch Hazard and I’ll tell DJ she has another excuse to avoid her paperwork. We have a messenger with a sealed message from the SSS.”

Majesty sighed. “She better be done with her paperwork by now,” he mumbled, “Otherwise it’s going to take another week for her to find the time to sit down to finish it.”

“It’ll get done eventually,” Inferno said, “I’ll make sure of it.”

He headed down the hallway, beckoning for Atara to follow him as Majesty filed out and headed in the opposite direction. The hallways were lit in an almost homey fashion, and Inferno inwardly smiled at the blue and gold banners that were occasionally hung.

Inferno tapped on the door three times before opening it.

“What brings you to my humble office?” DJ asked as the door swung open, setting down whatever paper she was in the middle of reviewing. “An excuse to take a break from paperwork, I hope?”

“Yes,” Inferno said with a nod before Atara came into view.

“From the Storm Solace Syndicate,” Atara said, almost on her tiptoes to hand the scroll to DJ.

“Why, thank you,” DJ said, gently extracting the scroll. “I assume Hazard is on his way?” She asked Inferno, and Inferno nodded.

“I sent Majesty to track him down,” Inferno confirmed.

“Alright,” DJ said, “Please escort our guest back after she’s had some refreshments of course,” DJ added with a small smile in Atara’s direction.

Atara beamed before Inferno led her out, and DJ sighed, exasperated.

“Nothing good can come of this,” she grumbled, looking over the sealed scroll and adding to the pile of paperwork.

“I heard there was bad news,” was the first thing Hazard said after he all but barged through the door.

“I assume it’s a threat of some sort,” DJ said, “The syndicate likes making them more and more creative.”

“Ah,” Hazard said, noticing the sealed scroll. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense! Open it! I have a bunch of new recruits who would love some hands-on experience.”

DJ carefully cut the seal. “To whom it may concern–”

Hazard interrupted with a snort. “I think they are the concerned ones.”

“True,” DJ added with a smile before she began to read. “It has come to our attention that you have filed for autonomy of your territory.”

“We did that two years ago,” Hazard huffed. “Skip to the good part?”

“You mean the end?” DJ asked with a smile before she skipped to another paragraph and kept reading. “There are certain expectations of a monarchy, one of which is a suitable heir. We were informed that you have no such heir, and thus, your monarchy cannot be considered a suitable government for your territory.

“We trust that this was not your intention, so we will not be making a complaint to the higher court. However, we expect that all of the requirements of a monarchy will be fulfilled and met in a timely manner. This includes, but is not limited to, an heir that is related to the matriarch with a suitable mate. We feel that a decade is more than enough time to rear and train a replacement, and we will refrain from filing a complaint with the higher court in the meantime.

“Signed the Strom Solace Syndicate. What a joke,” DJ muttered, passing the scroll over to Hazard.

“This is none of their business!” Hazard exclaimed.

“No,” DJ said, “I suspect either they are threatened by our presence and rapid growth or they are looking for an excuse to annex our territory.”

“Well, either way, at least we are doing something right,” Hazard said, reading the last couple of lines quickly before he handed the scroll back.

DJ carefully filed it away for safekeeping. “Heirs,” she said with a shake of her head. “We are not ready for hatchlings, not now.”

“Will we ever be?” Hazard questioned. “It’s not like we have a choice. Besides, look at everyone we’ve helped so far. Would you rather explain to them why they have to leave, why the only sanctuary they’ve ever been welcomed into with open arms is shutting down for good?”

“No,” DJ muttered, “I just wish our relationship had remained professional.”

“On paper,” Hazard said with a sigh. “I know, I know. I don’t think they would be swayed with negotiations.”

“No,” DJ said with a shake of her head. “Maybe we can paint Majesty our colors, pass him off as our heir.”

Hazard choked out a laugh. “I don’t think he’d agree to that,” he said, “But I would pay to see it.”

“Any estranged relatives you can tolerate that have mysteriously contacted you?” DJ asked with a huff.

“No,” Hazard said, “Although I’m sure we could forge some papers.”

“I’m afraid the legitimacy would be questioned at some point in time or another,” DJ said. “Worst of all, we don’t have the members or the resources to transition to an aristocracy or a republic now.”

“This is a mess,” Hazard grumbled. “I assume we’ll need to find someone trustworthy to raise the hatchlings as well.”

“And why would we do that?” DJ asked, “Do you think we can found a government but can’t raise reliable citizens and good heirs?”

“Oh, sure we can,” Hazard replied, “But tell me, how do you feel about stepping down for say, seven years, while you take care of our children?” When DJ made a face, Hazard continued. “I feel the same way. Both of our presences are needed to run this place.”

“I’m sure some lovestruck couple would be willing to assist as practice,” DJ said, “We can start searching soon.”

“Our timeline is really running short,” Hazard said, “We’ll need to get working on this hatchling business soon.”

“Just a few nests,” DJ said, “Just enough to ensure one of our unfortunate spawn desires power, but not too much of it.”

“With our genes, what could go wrong?” Hazard asked, and it was DJ’s turn to laugh. “Oh, what? I get I’m not your first choice, maybe not your second, and maybe not your third, but I have impeccable genes and a great personality which is more than the cardboard cutouts that call themselves the Syndicate’s Court can claim.”

“That is true,” DJ said. “We have the problem of finding a suitable match, however.”

“By the time our heirs are of age, I’m worried we might grow enough to become a serious force to be reckoned with,” Hazard pointed out. “The Syndicate will likely try to meddle, see if they can’t get one of their own to be arranged.”

“Well,” DJ said, “We’ll just have to reach out ahead of time and make sure that doesn’t happen. Find other bloodlines, not commoners, so that way the court doesn’t have any reason to reject our heir.”

“Anything for our people, and our children,” Hazard said.

“I’m sorry you were dragged into this,” DJ said. “If I had known marking your name down as my consort would have brought all this upon you–”

“Hey,” Hazard interrupted, putting a talon over DJ’s. “I agreed to follow you, to help found this place. We wouldn’t have named it the Shattered Outliers if we weren’t shattered or outliers. I meant I would stand by your side, through thick and thin, and I meant it, whatever the future may bring. The vows I took may have been platonic and not romantic, but I meant every word. We’re going to fight them, beat them at their own game, and then we can go back to what we’ve always done, which is welcome everyone with open arms and provide a home, a safe haven, to anyone who needs it.”

DJ was silent for a moment, trying to find the words. “Thank you for your support,” she said at least, her voice wavering but not cracking. “Gods, they aren’t going to like us.”

“They don’t have to.”
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