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Hark, the Empress Arrives!

It was only a matter of time, before Janto finally found a mate worthy enough to call his Queen. His Empress. He wanted heirs, ones to spread his legacy across the world. 

He chatted about this constantly with Azarhi for years, as they laid together after a pleasurable bout in bed. Azarhi would listen and just nod and smile politely, while Janto rested his head on his chest, as he rambled on.

Eventually, Azarhi had to voice his worries. And one night he did, while stroking Janto’s hair, after another lovely session in bed.

“My Lord, will I be replaced, once you find your Queen?”

Janto has paused, before raising his head, causing Azarhi to stop in his actions. For a moment, Azarhi was struck by fear. Had he said the wrong thing? Would Janto really just toss him back into the sex slave ring, now that he no longer had a use as his lover? Azarhi was trembling and tearing up before he knew it. Janto instantly started shushing him quietly, as he sat up and cupped Azarhi’s face in his hands.

“My dear, dear Azarhi...” purred Janto, his thumbs wiping away the tears that started trailing down Azarhi’s face, “You will never be replaced. You have a special place with me. Even if I end up getting a Queen, you will always be special to me. Now and always.”

He spoke so honestly, that Azarhi nodded, fully believing that to be true. While deep down, he knew what was going to happen. It was inevitable, after all. But maybe, just this once, maybe the universe would be kind to him. Maybe he would remain forever by Janto’s side, as his only one. He selfishly hoped that a Queen never took his Janto away. The Janto that saved him from such a horrible lifestyle. The Janto that truly loved him...

...The universe wasn’t kind, though.

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“Rise! The Empress has graced the floor with her presence!”

The room all stood, as Janto and his new Empress walked across the floor, arm in arm. After he had infused himself with the Shade and recover, he had gone out on a journey to test his powers. He brought no one with him. No one knew if he’d ever return, if the Shade took him over completely or not. But he did eventually return. And, a few days later, a new presence had come to the palace. A female Imperial by the name of Daasdrei.

She was gorgeous, Azarhi had to admit. She stood tall, and had an almost ethereal beauty about her. Her hair was just about as long as Janto’s was, and laid straight, cascading over her shoulders. Like Janto, she wore glittering robes, and a small grown was on her head. Her eyes were a deep purple, showing that she hailed from the Shadow territory. Azarhi found that quite ironic--a Light dragon being paired with Shadow. The territories were right next to one another, too.

The pair made their way up to the throne, where another had been set out right next to Janto’s old one. Hand in hand, they ascended the stairs, before turning to face the crowd. Janto beamed, as he looked out at everyone gathered.

“Behold! Your new Empress! Empress Daasdrei!”

Daasdrei bowed before straightening to look out at everyone. A cheer rang out, before everyone bowed respectively in return. Azarhi did as well, though he couldn’t help the bad feeling sinking in the pit of his stomach. He glanced up and, for a split second, he locked eyes with Dassdrei. She looked surprised for a moment, before a smile--no, more of a smirk--cross her lips.

Azarhi quickly averted his eyes. He did not like that look at all...

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After the ceremony, Azarhi and Erin followed Janto and Daasdrei down the hall, where they were heading towards their quarters. Erin stood proudly, looking at her Emperor and Empress with reverence. Azarhi wished he could, as well. But the gnawing pit was still there. Before he knew it, the pair stopped, causing them to stop as well. Janto turned slightly, looking at the two.

“Erin, you’re dismissed. We’ll hail you if we need you.”

Erin bowed respectively, her veil touching the ground, “As you wish, my Emperor. And congratulations on the union.” She turned to Daasdrei and bowed as well, “My Empress.”

Daasdrei nodded, smiling at her as the Mirror straightened up and went on her way. Azarhi watched her leave, before stepping closer to Janto, only stopping when he held out his hand to stop him.

“Return to your quarters, Azarhi.” said Janto, though...it wasn’t a request. It was more like a demand. Azarhi swallowed that cold fear, as he stood there, blanking out. He always returned to Janto’s quarters, when he was taking a break from his duties. Was he already being replaced by a Queen?

“My Lord...” started Azarhi, moving forward slightly, “My duties always have me accompany you to your quarters...”

“Well, now that’s changed.” said Janto so simply, that the words cut Azarhi, “I now have a powerful Queen to be at my side. I’ll discuss matters with you later, so...go now.”

Azarhi swallowed hard, before bowing deeply to them both. As he straightened up, Daasdrei gave him another smirk that sent a horrible feeling right to his gut. He turned around quicker than what was necessary and walked away, hands clenched at his sides. Numbly, he walked back to his own room. Alone. Hurt. Scared.

Walking in, he felt so alone. He hadn’t felt this loneliness since he was in the sex slave ring. Walking over to his bed, he collapsed down on top of it, curling up on the mattress that seemed much too big, now that Janto wasn’t there to fill it. And now, he wasn’t sure if he ever would again...

‘You will never be replaced. You have a special place with me. Even if I end up getting a Queen, you will always be special to me. Now and always.’

Janto’s words of many years ago rang through Azarhi’s head, as he wrapped his arms and tail around himself and sobbed quietly.

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The Les-beans!

In honor of pride month, here’s some Lesbian dragons that are in both the  Executrix Empire and Loth-Ysalamiri Town!

Couples:

Diondra and Fysher----Diondra is a Leviathan from the Sea of a Thousand Currents, and Fysher is a Mercenary. They met when Fysher took up a job to eliminate a ‘pest’ in the ocean, that was destroying fishing boats, and eating the fishermen. However, the plan went awry when the ‘pest’ turned out to be an ancient Leviathan that made the small Tundra seem like a goldfish compared to her. The Leviathan charged onto the shore, disoriented, but before the fisherman than hired Fysher could finish the Levithan off, Fysher got in the way, saving her. The Leviathan was surprised that a dragon stood up for her and, after eating the fisherman, slipped into her dragon form to show her thanks. Smitten by this gorgeous creature, Fysher gave the Leviathan her name--Diondra. Since then, the two have been inseparable, and have fallen deeply in love. Diondra loves all of Fysher’s fuzz and her buff muscles and chub, and Fysher loves Diondra’s long hair, and several tentacles....

Singles:

Trii’co----Part of the Rebellion in Loth-Ysalamiri Town, she despises the Empire with every fiber of her being. She ignores the protests of Yomigami, who wants her to stop with her constant attacks on the Empire, knowing the Town will suffer as a whole if she continues. She loves weapons and explosions, especially bombs. She’s handy with a bow and arrow too, when it comes to long distance attacks. She has a lisp, where she can really pronounce her Ls. Her actual name is ‘Tlii’co’ but because of her lisp, she introduces herself so often as ‘Trii’co’ that others just go with it. Her Ls turn into Rs, mostly. She’s only interested in women, and is a sucker for romantic things. She acts tough and extroverted, but when she’s being flirted with or complimented by a pretty lady (buff or petite), she just melts.

Akode----A technician for the Executrix Empire, Akode spends most of her time behind pipes and metal, messing with wires and engines. She keeps things in running order, to the best of her ability. She’s small enough to fit into spaces were others can’t, making her a top choice for going inside larger weapons to fix a part or reach inside of a panel to fix it from within. She’s often covered in grease, soot, dust, oil, and other dirty things, and has become so used to it, that it doesn’t bother her much anymore. Socializing is hard for her, as she doesn’t interact much, outside of talking with soldiers and others with fixing things. She prefers women as a love interest, but has no idea how to approach one romantically. She admires Isolde from afar, but because of Isolde’s intimidating nature, Akode is too afraid to approach her. Though she is a bit down, that it seems like Isolde is paying more attention to Vrakoi...

Vrakoi----Almost some sort of Eldritch creature, Vrakoi is a large Ridgeback that deals with hunting Emperors--the Lightweaver’s monstrosities. She’s trained long and hard, and through her training and rituals, she’s become quite the war machine. She can disappear into a dark mist for a few minutes to sneak around, and has bright tattoos that stand out on her dark skin. She’s gruff and is rather blunt about things, not liking to beat around the bush. She loves freaking others out, by following them around in her mist form, before appearing either in front of them, or suddenly behind them. She rather likes Isolde, loving a woman that is strong and intimidating. It serves as a nice challenge. And she wouldn’t mind being locked in Isolde’s ‘dungeon’...

Isolde----The dungeon/prison warden for the Executrix Empire. She’s cruel, and is as cold as ice--literally. Being a former warden for the Windcurrent Clan, she quickly switched sides, when the Empire offered her free reign to do whatever she wished with the prisoners she had under her watch. If they were being rowdy, she could do what she wished to quiet them down. She could even freeze them entirely, until they’re on the brink of death, then release them, threatening to do that again as punishment. She’s never seen without her chains. The tell-tale clinking sends most prisoners into a cold sweat, when they hear it. She also uses it to dole out punishments. While she’s noticed Akode watching her, her sights are on Vrakoi, the Emperor Hunter. She likes how the Ridgeback sees her as a challenge. Not one to back down from one, she’ll see if Vrakoi can woo her. And maybe, in return, she can woo her back...

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An Agent’s Mission (pt.1)

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“Agent Triple Nine--Kofi.”

“Yessir.”

“You have a mission.”

Kofi perked up. Well, that was fast. He had just got transferred to the Executrix Empire just a few days ago. And he had a mission already? Apparently the Emperor really liked his report. Probably because he was the first Agent for the Empire so far. Though rumor had it that there were more Agents coming...

Either way, Kofi had a head start on them.

He followed Commandant through the city, trailing respectfully behind him. While he was bigger and more buff than the Pearlcatcher, he was still his superior. Didn’t matter if he could overpower him or not, rank mattered here in the Empire.

“You’ve been here long enough to know about Loth-Ysalamiri Town, right?” asked Commandant, not breaking his stride, nor looking back at Kofi. He held his head high, hands folded behind his back, tail professionally outstretched.

“Yessir.” said Kofi, nodding, “It’s a town a few miles out from the Empire’s borders. It’s made up of remnants of the former Windcurrent Clan, that Emperor Janto took over. They’re still a part of the Empire, but they are their own ‘state’, so to speak.”

Commandant nodded, “Very good. Excellent, you’ve done your homework.”

“Indeed, they’re the leftovers of that pitiful Windcurrent Clan.” continued Commandant, leading the way towards the front gates of the Executrix Empire, “Janto showed them mercy, by giving them a choice not to live within the Imperial City. They instead restored a ghost town on the border. They have their own set of government there, and everything. However, we do send in troops occasionally, to make sure not rebellions are being made. We can’t be too careful now...”

Kofi nodded. Made sense.

Once they reached the front gate, Commandant stopped and finally turned towards Kofi, causing the Tundra to straighten up, “Your mission, Agent Triple Nine, is to spend a few days in Loth-Ysalamiri Town, under the guise of a traveler. Make up whatever story you need. Get information about the townspeople, or rather, update our current information as you see fit. But there’s one in particular you need to keep your eye on...”

“And that is, sir...?” asked Kofi, before Commandant handed him a file. He took it and flipped through it, a picture of a younger man making him stop. He had shaggy hair, and with his Ridgeback horns, almost looked like some sort of sheep-man. Very young and jovial by the looks of it. And very innocent looking...

“We believe his name is Alderoy.” continued Commandant, “We have reason to believe that he is the son of the former Windcurrent Clan leaders, Khan and Tarcy. Whether or not he knows that, is up to you. Get as much information as you can about him. More details of your mission will come, after the few days have passed.”

“When will I need to return?” asked Kofi, slipping the file into his side pouch.

“There will be a signal. You will understand it when you see it.” said Commandant, leaving it at that.

Kofi didn’t like how...ambiguous that was, but he had no choice. The lower ranked officers didn’t question the higher ups. He saluted Commandant and, with that, set out into the desert.

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The town was easy enough to find. And thanks to the desert, Kofi’s outfit was dusty, and spotted with sand. He was pretty sure he had sand in his hair, down his shirt, in his boots... He was beginning to hate sand.

It’s too coarse and gets everywhere...

Kofi shrugged that aside, heading up to the town’s entrance. He saw a few others going and coming in. Seemed like the entrance wasn’t too guarded. He was just about to walk in with the rest of them, before a taller person blocked him with an outstretched arm.

“And who are you?”

The largeness of the other startled Kofi for a moment. He looked him up and down, scanning his ‘mind’ files for who this dragon might be. But it was the horns that made something click in the Tundra’s mind.

Azhi. Town Guard. Rumored Eldritch Horror. Be wary around him.

“I am just passing through.” said Kofi, putting on a smile, despite Azhi’s suspicious look. Though he couldn’t shrug off the feeling that there was more that just two eyes staring him down... “I’m hoping to stop and rest a few days, before heading back out. Traveling through the desert is rather rough and exhausting...” He reached into his side pack, pulling out some papers, “Here’s my travel papers from my original clan. They should verify my leaving.”

Azhi took the papers and adjusted the monocle on his face, reading them over. They were fake, of course. Commandant printed up some fake documents on him, completely without the Empire’s seal. Which was rare, within the actual city. Still, they would state that he was traveling from the Sunbeam Ruines, down to the Ashfall Waste--his home territory.

The Ridgeback looked the documents over a bit more, before smiling and handing them back to him, “Welcome to Loth-Ysalamiri Town. While we don’t have an inn just yet, there are a few open rooms in the pub across the way.” Azhi turned slightly...but he didn’t gesture with his hand. A long, thick black tentacle materialized seemingly out of nowhere, pointing down across the way to where a larger building lay, lit up. From the sounds of it, it was already quite busy.

Kofi tried his best not to stare at the tentacle, as he smiled at Azhi, “Thank you, sir.” With a nod, he started to head off, though not before seeing Azhi use that same tentacle to tip his top hat at him.

“The name’s Azhi--pleased to meet you!” he called out after him, smiling toothily.

As Kofi headed for the pub, he had to make another mental note.

Be sure to update Azhi’s profile. The tentacles are real. I repeat. The tentacles. Are. Real.

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“Your children have been...busy...”

Sinizad glanced up from his work, not expecting to hear ‘her’ voice within the weapons bay. 

The weapons bay was full of weapons for the Empire. Mainly gun turrets, rocket launchers, and the such. It was also AT-AT’s designated spot. Since Sinizad uploaded his true program into him, he was much more machine than dragon. Which pleased Janto, and therefore pleased Sinizad. Since the start of the Empire, Sinizad was either spending time with Kinosri and Salaeshar, or spending time here in the weapons bay, tinkering with the different weapons around. Weapons was one thing he knew quite a bit. He liked tinkering with the machinery and programming. Those that relied on systems, he could plug right into, and ‘dive’ right into the inner workings to get to work. According to others that have seen him in this ‘dive’ state, his artificial eye looks exactly like a computer screen, with running codes, numbers, and letters.

This was one instant where he wasn’t plugged into a machine. He was actually working on AT-AT, making sure nothing had gotten into his programming, since they last used him. Laying out, still in the shape of a giant Ridgeback, he looked just liked a sleeping dragon. But Sinizad knew better. This was no dragon--this was a war machine.

“...You shouldn’t be in here.” stated Sinizad simply, getting back to work, slipping his goggles back over his eyes, gloved hands getting back to work, “You could hurt yourself on any number of things. And I don’t think the Emperor would like you getting injured.”

Eclipsim chuckled, smiling underneath of her veil. Sinizad couldn’t tell if she was blind or not, with that veil on. Either way, she stepped over AT-AT’s laid out tail, as if she had known it was there all along. Her robes and dress grazed along the floor, jewelry on her hands and feet tinkling gently.

“What? Am I not allowed to explore, Tlas’iniza’doazzag?” she asked, pronouncing his full Chiss name so clearly, that it made the Chiss actually stop what he was doing and look up. Very few people could actually pronounce any Chiss name correctly. Janto was the first. And now, Eclipsim was the second.

“...You’ve got my attention.” he said, turning around and pushing his goggles up on his head, leaning against AT-AT’s body, stripping his gloves off, “What were you saying before?”

“Your family has been very busy.” she said, repeating what she had said when she first walked in, “Haven’t they?”

Sinizad snorted at that, “What, been listening in on the three of us getting it on at night? Quite lewd behavior from a gifted seer--”

“I mean your children, Tlas’iniza’doazzag.”

The Chiss stiffened at that.

“...What about them?” he asked carefully, looking down at his hands, seeing them still covered in oil, despite wearing gloves, “They’ve since left the palace and started their own lives. I’ve got no say with them now.”

“Don’t care about your own children?” asked Eclipsim, a grin tugging at her lips, “My, my...What a father you are.”

“Easy...” snarled Sinizad, his lips curling slightly, “Just because I don’t talk about my children, doesn’t mean I don’t care for them. I’m...not as good as showing affection as Pers’alaesha’retherr is. If they did come to me, I’d send them to her. ...After a hug and all that fatherly stuff.”

“Talking about it makes you uncomfortable...?” asked Eclipsim, taking a step forward. Sinizad eyed her warily, his bionic eye scanning her, instinctively, “Yet you love your two lovers, do you not? What about your children? Shouldn’t they deserve the same love, even if they’re serving the Empire still?”

This was news.

“...What do you mean?” asked Sinizad, interest piqued, “They’re with their own clans...”

“Then why is your son set on finding a seer?” asked the Imperial, causing Sinizad to blink, his bionic eye dimming in surprise, “He’s been searching around for a seer for Janto. And I don’t think he means me. A few hatchlings that were born in the late Windcurrent Clan...one was a seer. He went to find him.”

“...Emperor Janto has a seer. You.” said Sinizad, looking at her suspiciously, “Why would he have need of another? My son--”

“Oh, so you know it’s your son?”

Sinizad calmed himself with a breath. For one that didn’t get emotional often, this seer was pressing all the wrong buttons, “My son was fit as a solider. He’ll follow any orders given. My daughter...wasn’t built for combat. More of a bookworm, that one. But that’s not...” He shook his head, “Back to what I was saying, my son shouldn’t pursue it any further. It’ll just lead into failure...”

The smirk on Eclipsim turned into a grin, “...Like you failed to kill Corius?”

Sinizad felt his blood run cold.

“...What?”

Eclipsim chuckled, “What would Janto--no, what would Pers’alaesha’retherr and Sarki’nos’riwiu think, knowing that you failed to bring that cyborg down?”

Sinizad felt a growl bubble up in his throat, as he took a heated step towards Eclipsim, “I killed him. I know I did. I fried his circuits, ripping that information out of him that I needed for AT-AT. I tossed his body into the Sea of a Thousand Currents. He. Is. Dead!”

Eclipsim watched him for a moment, before laughing grandly, turning around on her heel, long tail swishing behind her idly, “I know what I’ve seen, Tlas’iniza’doazzag. But worry not--he won’t come back for you, or the other members of the Windcurrent Clan. He has his own place in his new clan. He is ‘dead’ in a sense, to where he won’t come back here. ...But he was rescued and brought back to life. Next time...perhaps destroy the body, as well as his mind, hmm?”

Sinizad watched her leave, and didn’t realize he was trembling until she was out of sight. Looking down at his shaking fists, he suddenly whirled around and slammed his fist into AT-AT’s armor. The blow was enough to dent the machine, as well as cause his bionic arm to spark and hiss with the sound of bending metal. Letting his arm fall, he looked at his arm, noting the peeling of synthetic skin. It had been too long, since he’d let loose like that. And much too long, since he let his temper get the best of him.

“...He is dead. He’s gone.” he muttered to himself, sitting by AT-AT’s head. Flicking his other wrist, a linked input came out, and he roughly shoved it into AT-AT’s port, causing the machine to shudder. Sinizad ignored it, as he ‘dove’ into AT-AT’s systems.

If Eclipsim had wanted to rile him up...she had succeeded.

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2, 6 and 19 for the lore asks :o

2. How do you identify dragons from your clan? Is there a mark or uniform? Especially for the kingdoms/empires out there. There needs to be a way to quickly recognize an ally when the group is so large.

---For those in the Executrix Empire, they bear the Empire’s symbol (which at the moment is just the SW Imperial Cog because I dunno how to make up symbols OTL). Everyday citizens might not bear the Empire’s symbol, other than perhaps carrying things having the symbol on it. Those that serve the Empire wear the symbol on their armor or robes, proudly bearing it for all to see.

For those within Loth-Ysalamiri Town, their emblem consists of a lizard with multiple eyes in a circle, and in the center of that circle is a desert cat. Anything shipped out of the town bears this symbol. Those that are in the higher court wear it as well, though normal citizens do not bear the symbol normally on them.

6. What does your clan’s territory look like?

---The Executrix Empire is...well...an Empire. Its a huge city-like place, with a palace in the center, and small towns and other buildings surrounding it. And surrounding the entire Empire are large walls, that block unwanted outsiders from coming in. Not that there are many within the deserts of the Shifting Expanse...

Loth-Ysalamiri Town looks like one of those old Western Towns that you’d see in old Cowboy films. Where it’s just a dusty place in the desert? Only there’s more technology, like lights and water filters and such. So...kinda like a steampunk cowboy town type feel? If that makes sense? XD

19. What are your clan’s values? What’s considered “good” and what’s considered “bad”?

---The Executrix Empire values power and control. Obedience and victory. Failure, weakness, betrayal...these are very bad. If you’re not loyal to the Empire, things will be bad for you. If you betray the Empire, things will be VERY bad for you. If you fail the Empire, there will be harsh punishment and reconditioning. There’s no ‘friendship’ or ‘love’ when it comes to the Empire’s values.

For Loth-Ysalamiri Town, their values are friends, family, and hope. After the events of Windcurrent, they vowed never to let that happen again. They’ll fight if they must, but they’ll also try to negotiate so no unnecessary blood will be shed. While each of them has their own family, they’re also family as a whole. They help each other out, and lend support when its needed. And they hold onto a hope that, once day, the Empire will be defeated, and they won’t have to live in its shadow any more...

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12 and 16? 👀

12. What sort of symbolism is present in the clan? (For example, red roses=romance, 4-leaf clover=luck, swan=grace and beauty, ect.) Why?

---Within the Empire, the Empire’s seal is visible everywhere. The guards wear it on their armor, the banners on the palace have it on them, and any documentation from the Empire will also bare the seal. ...And because I’m not creative when it comes to symbols, it looks very much like the Imperial Cog from Star Wars. Similar, but not entirely the same. Loth-Ysalamiri Town doesn’t have a symbol quite yet, and the Krayt Colony’s symbol is that of the decaying skull of the Plaguebringer, with her lone eye watching over all.

16. Are there any special customs or traditions?

---For far, for each of them, not really. There hasn’t been any set traditions or customs in either place yet. Just celebrating the elemental festivals when they come around.

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#20?

20. RELIGION. Okay, seeing as the gods irrefutably exist, most clans worship one or more of the elemental deities. However, religion will differ. How does your clan interpret the deities? How do they practice their religion? Are there religious festivals or holidays? Do they pray often, or do they only seek the divines in dire situations?

---In both the Executrix Empire and Loth-Ysalamiri Town, there are a variety of dragons living there. Some are religious, some are not. While the Gods do exist, some choose to just not believe in them. It all varies on the individual. Within the Empire, there are certain buildings where dragons can go to pray to their god, and in Loth-Ysalamiri Town, everyone is free to worship whoever. Both places celebrate the festivals that come every month, though each do it in their own way.

The only one that’s truly religious is the Krayt Colony. Made up almost entirely of Plague dragons, these dragons are mostly devoted to the Plaguebringer. The only exceptions are Zhir and Razair--the Sith dragons that no one knows their agenda--and Black Phillip, who...no one really knows what he’s doing there.

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Does your clan have a form of rehabilitation for imprisoned members? Or do they leave them alone? Does your clan have an appointed judge, or do they judge all together? How does your clan treat repeat offenders?

Does your clan have a form of rehabilitation for imprisoned members? Or do they leave them alone?

---Executrix Empire: Those that are imprisoned in the dungeons of Janto’s palace usually aren’t rehabilitated. They’re locked in there for awhile, until the guards feel like letting them go. But that depends on the crime. Isolde, the prison warden, keeps misdemeanors only for a few days. Felonies are kept for a few weeks. Major crimes are kept for a few months, to life. And sometimes even until they’re put to death.

---Loth-Ysalamiri Town: The town does have a form of rehabilitation for those imprisoned. They can lessen their sentences by volunteering around the town. They can either help out at Maverick’s ranch and take care of the livestock, help Samsal scavenge for bits of metal in the desert, or even help Ayla remodel some of the buildings in town. Good behavior gives you brownie points.

---Krayt Colony: Those that commit a crime within the colony are often not tolerated, depending on the severity. Sephtis is normally a laid-back guy, but there are some crimes he will never forgive. Stealing from a fellow colony mate is one of the big offenses. If you’re caught stealing, your punishment is immediate--you either get lashed, have some of your fingers taken, or have to make a blood sacrifice to the Plaguemother. The Colony’s form of imprisonment is a dilapidated hut, that you’re to stay in until you’re ready to give the Plaguemother a blood sacrifice to wash you of your crimes. (A blood sacrifice, in this sense, is basically cutting yourself open and bleeding out a certain amount, until Aldercy says that it’s enough; this can lead to either completely bleeding out, or passing out from blood loss)

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Does your clan have an appointed judge, or do they judge all together?

---Executrix Empire: .....I don’t have an appointed judge.

---Loth-Ysalamiri Town: For any of my clans...

---Krayt Colony: That’s something I need to change.

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How does your clan treat repeat offenders?

---Executrix Empire: If there are repeat offenders, Isolde usually takes care of them easily enough. She enjoys bringing pain to the prisoners she watches over. And if there’s a repeat offender, she punishes them by chaining them up, making the room (and the dragon themselves) freezing cold, before whipping at them with equally cold chains. She doesn’t show mercy. Ever. She’ll go, until she’s satisfied. If they still come back after that...well, then they just need to talk with her about her ‘other’ dungeon...

---Loth-Ysalamiri Town: Repeat offenders are kept in the jail for a long time, to try and discourage their behaviors. There’s no torture or anything like that, but there are intense interrogations where they try and ‘break’ the criminal, trying to get them to confess and why. Then they try and work with him, and the other protectors of the town, to try and see if they can’t right them.

---Krayt Colony: Repeat offenders aren’t taken too kindly. ‘You were supposed to learn your lesson the first time’ sort of deal. Basically, if they commit the same crime three times in a row--three strikes and you’re out--it’s time for some harsh punishment. The offender is usually laid out on an altar-like thing, feet, legs, wings and tail all tied up, so that they cannot escape. They’re then left to the elements, as blood is slowly drained from them, in a blood sacrifice. It’s not a death sentence, so they’re given food and water...but just the bare minimum. It’s not a pretty sight to behold...