#clan cloud brush

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*adds frills to my maren*

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no honor quite like going to serve the gods, their father says.

his hands were warm and callused on their shoulders after every spar, after every prayer of thanks. their father's hands held theirs as they learned how to walk, how to fly, how to hold a blade.

those hands only trembled as the sun began to rise.

time is short, and you must be ready.

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had a thought about Selvans training his own children off to exalt

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o sinta nabibighani ako sa inyong kakisigan halina sa akin at kung hindi ka papayag

aagawin kita

finally completed my gen 1 beastfolk dragon! 

Tamawo is a sort of dryad/faerie that lives in the woods. he is an avid collector!

do not trust him.

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unnecessary new lore guy because of arbitrary event? yes!

mean Jeith (Jean Keith), the laundry dragon! he’s real good at all-natural gentle fabric treatments and cleaning. you can trust him with your rough-and-tumble jlothing (jean clothing) as well!!!

join in the fun at The Jeans Push (joint push between Water and Wind)!

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Must all pirates be filled only with jest and rowdiness and fun? Is it not enough to look to the sea and sky, and yearn?

Uisge regards your questions with a smile as he absently plucks at his instrument. Even when he normally speaks, his voice is rich and melodious--soft without a melody to follow. Roses fail to completely mask the sharp scent of malt and ashes. (lore below the cut)

"Uisge" grew up with a different name, in a small Ice clan that was close-knit but not particularly affectionate. He was fascinated by fiction, specifically romantic art and music (of which his own family didn't show too much interest). He would devour books and pictures and performances with gusto. He threw his lot with the first wandering ship that came by, and started his career as a bard among pirates! Uisge learned a lot and was happy, despite the occasional brush with danger. He grew fond of his crewmates and delighted in performing to an enthusiastic audience (even salty sea dogs can shed a tear for love!); he named himself and took the surname "Chladach" after the ship. One evening, a touch too tipsy, Uisge decided to sneak off the ship and fool around with fellow enthusiasts of song and soliloquy. He awoke to news of ash, and the charred remains of his ship and crewmates--an attack in the night from old rivals had taken them by surprise, leaving no survivors. In sorrow Uisge turned back to the taverns and pubs that saved his life and mourned. His lyre and voice carried his pain and made him a fairly popular performer. Tales of a "lovelorn picaroon" yearning for something to ease the heartbreak of a lost home, penning dozens of songs and burning these unsent letters in hopes their ashes will reach the intended dead. Ultimately Uisge mourns that he cannot seem to stop mourning. His habits of imbibing alcohol and casual arson leave much to be desired, and his persistently lovelorn works (though quite popular! and indeed very good) do not soften his grief. Presently he has befriended Captain Emerald, a corsair and captain of the Tsunami Gem. Emerald had recommended to him the services of a sort-of ghost (?) therapist, Neomeris, and it seems to be doing quite a lot of good! He is not a formal member of the crew, but often travels with them.

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scrolled this old mire flyer of mine (previously a guardian) to try and breathe new life into his character, along with a few exploratory doodles! meet Rhodon! he can shape and control arcane crystals in battle.

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Memories of his sister linger...more real than his own face.

[character lore below cut]

Pana had been the most exemplary commander of their flock--a fierce warrior, devoted to her mother and matriarch Pasara. Whispers among the beastclans had even pointed to her as the successor to Pasara's legacy. So when Pasara found her daughter's cold form and broken mask on the steppe one day, her grief and rage was like no other. The flock mourned the loss of their great hero for days and nights on end, left without spirit. Warriors dropped their weapons, and princes sang their sorrow. Even Pana's only brother, gentle Mimus, swore vengeance on her killers. Pasara had no other daughters worthy enough to take her place. Then one day, Pana returned. Different--diminished in size, and strength. But the cracked mask and familial resemblance was undeniable, and Pasara did not spare her daughter from harshness in training her even harder than before. And so when this Pana returned to duty, bloodlust made up for any difference in physical skill. Slowly, the flock regained its spirit, rallying behind their favored daughter--a harpy so relentless she had returned from death. Pasara plans the next decisive strike--to avenge her precious heir.

(Behind the mask, Mimus burns with bitter anger. He fades away for Pana to live on, but he knows her soul will not rest until he spills her killers' blood himself.)

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Reposting old art and lore since I’m gearing up for a rewrite soon!

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Moryana knew something of devotion, watching her father peering into the abyss every day, awaiting that which he treasured so much. Destiny was not some happenstance or myth to her, but a fact of life and living. Her birth family, the Steel Crest Clan, was understanding when she left home in search of a charge of her own. The guardian explored Sornieth for the next few years, visiting different locales and learning more about the world, trying to fill some primal yearning planted within her long before she was hatched. Something in her told her to stick to the waters. On her journey she nearly met death--had her weakened body not washed up among the roots of the Viridian Labyrinth. Her savior--a dark tundra with brilliant green eyes named Selvans--pulled her from the mud and brackish water. As heir to a hidden tribe of wetlands shamans, he took it upon himself to nurse her to health in spite of his station. Moryana spoke of her journey and her longing for something more, and he understood. When the urge to seek, to defend, to go was strong, he understood it too. She saw something of devotion, then, in Selvans' eyes. They left the Viridian Labyrinth together, and have remained so ever since. The pull in her heart grew when she reached the waters surrounding the Windswept Plateau. Her charge was not a singular thing, but a family--a maren colony in alliance with a neighboring Wind clan. Moryana gladly swore fealty to them and to Clan Cloud Brush that day, with the request that she remain able to care for her charge.