Sparkler

Cerdae Sparkle

Organics

Cerdae shed has fallen out of favor as a light source in recent years. Recent acquisitions of the material produce a sickly red glow.

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Sinister Tools

Apparel

Poisons, smoke bombs, and sharp blades are the tools every vile dragon keeps close by.

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Blasting Powder

Dragonmade

A potent mixture crafted to explode quickly. When deployed by fire dragons, there is a small window of time in which the blast can be shaped and sculpted for maximum efficiency and to prevent cave-ins. (Turn-in Item for Dustcarve Dig)

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"No dragons were harmed in the making of these fireworks. Some dragon will be harmed in the using of these fireworks."

Everyone knows the Shadow Flight for their gamblers and tricksters, and everyone knows the Tangled plays host to a number that go even farther than that. Thieves, smugglers, and, spoken of in only the slightest whisper-tones... assassins. This is a tangent that has nothing to do with the following exchange.

One night, Pavonia, the Clan of Glowing Night's resident... uh, well he surely must do something, right...? Anyways, one night Pavonia stole away into the shadows of the Tangled Wood (with permission!) and wandered into the ramshackle-shacks of the Murkbarrow Close. A place that is only known for its above-board activities. Three passphrases and a handful of threats later and Pavonia had descended into the underground portion of a very legal gambling den that would also make a Light Flight lawmaker faint if they even knew a fraction of its goings-on. Which is why nobody tells them. He accepted a glass that was actually just an Imperial's thimble but he let that slide, and took a seat with two old friends.

"Oh I told you! I told you Rill, he didn't go clean. Are you hear for 'one last job'?" An Aether, Sparkler, said to their partner, knocking a paw against their chest. "Hope you know we've cornered the Ancients-niche of our shared profession."

"Everyone's too busy watching their delicious books to watch their glasses!" Rill said in a singsong voice. "So bad for food safety, someone could get horribly sick."

"I've joined a clan." Pavonia spoke, voice flat. A moor thistle fell out of Sparkler's slack-jawed mouth. "My clanhead's looking for more gatherers, and a fireworks-maker, for festivals and the like."

The two Aethers stared at one another.

"A gatherer and a pyrotechnic that can also, if needed, make a few voices go quiet, right?" Rill asked.

"A gatherer and a pyrotechnic." Pavonia said, then taking a long sip of his drink. "I have no idea what else you could be referring two."

"Huh." The Aethers said, in unison. "Alright."

Toady Ignited Imp Arson.