#clinkscales

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Dune visits an apothecary in Sareld, known among the lower castes for gladly catering to them despite its proprietor's apparently very high-tier magical ability.

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I don't know if I've mentioned it here yet, but I've been working on and releasing Clinkscales comic pages! I'm currently working on a set of 10-page "prequel" chapters focused on each member of the main cast. Kip's is complete, and Dune's is coming up next.

You can check it out HERE. You don't need a ComicFury account to take a look, but if you have one, subscriptions and especially comments letting me know what you like (and what you don't, but please be nice....) are super appreciated!

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Rhoek of the Red Fig

"There are no, no good wardens. If there ever were, they didn’t stay that way, one way or, or the other."

To an outsider, he is an enigma. He is a member of a sour clan, and yet once stood as a clothwarden of Calderix. He threw that privilege away, his apparent "weakness" allowing him out alive but condemning him to a life walking on eggshells around his former comrades, but he willingly remains in Calderix. Despite all odds, he clearly thrives, though what goes on in his life remains a mystery to most. His loyalty to those who deserve it is unbreaking, and his brother Kip knows that Rhoek is the one person who will never abandon him.

Rhoek is a mature adult Xareli werdrake. He left his surclan before the event that put his brother Kip in such low standing, but ended up the same anyway after the mixed-blood (or "sour") pack he ran with became his clan. He and his clan seem to live in Calderix’s grand haven, Sareld, but few know exactly where. His hoard focus is shiny metal, and though many low-caste Calderians avoid adorning themselves further with the silvery colors associated with Xarelei, he seems to flaunt it.

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Avere of the Cliffgarden

Avere is a drake of remarkable appearance- and not in a good way, according to most other Aestha. Many believe that they’re a sourblood with all the typical traits: heavily tinted scales, straight horns, and a glaring soft spot for the lower castes. Their status as a true Aestha is shaky, balancing on the fact that the rumors can’t be confirmed and that their clanmates are exclusively Leiir. Despite this unsure social footing, they choose to test their limits, using their privilege to speak out for those who can’t. Other Aestha are hostile, but Avere’s words are carefully chosen.

Avere is a mature adult Leiir nildrake, of note only because of their interest in the lower castes and their surprisingly functional clan. Their hoard focus is clay and ceramic objects.

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Hiram of Sanguine

He is impossible not to notice. Both his dazzling rainbow wings and the sheer power he commands turn every head, from the devoted followers of the regime to the revolutionaries lurking in the dark. Hiram is the Basilisk of Calderix, chosen for this position from among the offspring of his surclan for his sheer beauty, believed to be an outward representation of the beauty of his soul. He is a new Basilisk, crowned only some twenty years ago- young, in his prime… and still unsure of himself, skittish and too quick to act. He is acutely aware of the whispers that already circulate beneath the lower canopy:

Hiram of Sanguine, Last Basilisk of Calderix.

Hiram is a mature adult Leiir werdrake. He holds supreme power in the nation of Calderix, where he resides in the Sareld Grand Haven’s Palace of the Spire. His hoard focus is the many letters, missives, and reports he receives in his position. Despite attempts to start organizing, they lay strewn about his hollow.

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Nidium of Silk and Glass

”Oh, is that so? Phrrr… I hope you like the scent of thyme as much as I do.”

Even with a foreigner in the Clan of Silk and Glass, Nidium still manages to be the least popular member among the upper crust. He’s bold, flirty, and openly amorous even across clan borders, although that’s primarily a weapon he wields to bother the more uptight of his peers. Despite this, he cares about his clanmates, and they (for the most part) care about him. As the chef of the clan he has an affinity for spices, usually scenting himself with bay, but he is more than willing to weaponize this attribute as well. Nidium is a mature adult Leiir, and although he primarily uses werdrake pronouns (effectively being he/they), he still fully identifies as the aldrake (a hermaphrodite, one of the four basic sexes in Clinkscales) he was born. He lives in the Calderian grand haven Sareld. His hoard focus is various herbs and spices, which he carefully dries and stores. He is close with the foreigner in his clan, Dune, the two originally bonding over constantly being mistaken for wifdrakes.

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Celisei

Celisei is the aspect goddess of Death, but she is neither psychopath nor psychopomp. Instead she watches over the mortal world with her many eyes (the bright magenta lights on her body) and directs her vulture spirit servants to collect the souls of the deceased and take them to the afterlife. She maintains the afterlife and oversees the process of reincarnation, determining when each soul is ready to move on into its next life or to fade out of existence entirely. For a variety of reasons, Celisei is a popular target of direct worship. Mortals pray to her for things like long lives, sparing from death, or a noble or easy death when it does come. Many also treat her as a sort of messenger figure and speak to deceased loved ones through her. She has been said to return messages in the form of strange but resolute feelings and newfound understanding.

Having the most direct contact with their souls of any god, Celisei is interested in mortalkind and finds herself caring for them. Despite this, she is steadfast in her view of the fairness of death: it does not discriminate based on anything- not age, not status, not character- and it is not to be casually tampered with. She is, however, acutely aware that many mortals disagree, and this issue has recently become extremely pertinent…

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Caltrops of the Red Fig

A drake with a troubled past but a powerful and hopeful future. Though they are a skilled second-tier Catalyst, a valuable power, they were born a Nyll in Calderix, and as such they were relegated to the lowest caste in their society. Identifying as an aldrake, they used their power and medical knowledge to remove their own horns with relative "safety" when the gender associations tied to Nyllic horn shape became too much for them.

Their Focus on fire-related items- firestarters, accelerants, actual embers, etc.- and a penchant for vandalism and rebellion led Caltrops to be considered a menace by the state from a young age. This made them a perfect fit for the Red Fig and, with their skill as a Catalyst, for a position of importance in the Calderian revolution. From their rough past they forged a persona of stubborn hope and a jovial attitude, bringing them the admiration and support of many of the downtrodden of the nation they hope to remake.

Caltrops sports a fire-piercing, an illegal set of lower 'lip' and tongue piercings that can function as a flint and steel used to turn the innate acid breath weapon of the three native Calderian races into the ability to breathe fire.