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I found an unbred 3yo male Caribbean/Violet/Obsidian Arcane g1 today and my mind is fucking blown.
Lydo is Carib/Purple/Obs, (#CLOSEENOUGH) but I was in AH 3 times today and I don’t think HE WAS THERE WHEN I LOOKED BEFORE. I mean I joked with myself today like “Yeah sure I’ll totally make a Lydo... if I can find a g1 version of him...” So. With current genes, one of these combos. :T
@orkraken So’s you know, I’ve been continually, albeit casually, looking for “Lydolians” for years now. Any dragons of Lydo’s colors. Though I have and have had a few “near” colors, stick around with him in his castle here and there. The whole carib/purple/obs is actually part of his lore, especially as the first of that combo on the site was an arcane tundra. I made it a key point in my lore, that Lydo is essentially a reincarnated powerhouse of ancient times, at least by modern breed standards. :’B But I am VERY thankful you put that fella out when you did. I’d been looking hard at other arcanes for lore reasons, but had skipped looking at anything past 400g each time, until I said “screw it” and looked ONE LAST TIME, clutching my small pile of shiny rocks. lol It actually worked out awesomely though, splurging what I did. I sold a double in a Good/Bad Decision hatching spree of arcane eggs that were technically supposed to have been canonically how Lydo steered his damn floating mountain. lmao
I imagined Lydo at the helm like, “It’s fine. We need not 12. 11 is good and I shall be the last! *The Heavy Voice* I AM AM STRONGGGG!” 30 minutes later, small pink-eyed children are sliding back and forth as a floating mountain slowly lists to the left and drags out a gulch in the desert for 3 miles. “THIS IS FINE.” His muscles are bulging and he’s radiating slightly pinkish heat waves and vapor, “FOUR EGGS IS FINE FOR CARDINAL DIRECTIONS.” Tiny children slowly slide to the right behind him like, “WEEEEE!!!!”
I’m going to die of internal conflict over a lot of fur.
Me: “I should Gaoler everything that looks good, like everyone is doing.” Also Me: “NO. FUCK YOU. G1′s ONLY, BECAUSE THEY JUST CAME OUT OF THE GROUND AND CRAWLED OUT OF DRAGONGODs KNOWS WHERE. NO PRIOR ATTACHMENTS OR CONTACT WITH THE SURFACE. I HAVE A STRICT SET OF RULES ABOUT MY LORE. I FOLLOW IT TO A T AND-” slams fists on desk “-IM GOING TO FUCKING FOLLOW IT UNTIL I DIE.” Another Me: “HEY guYS!!1! My buddy just bought some rando cute g1 Irish buffest fluffest fucker and a converted some random bred double orca into a flufflady and made them bang, then put everything up for sale for dirt cheap like they knew they mAdE a MiStAkE and tried to ditch the evidence for meager profits. There’s even some lore about the lady and she seems like she has experienced a harrowing adventure and some emotional abuse and probably has no idea what happened. Also, the irishman seems very confused that he’s now a parent with some strange fellow Gaolgal claiming to be a surfacedweller and idk if he actually knows anything about her or drinks may have been involved. WHO EVEN MADE THIS HAPPEN??? Also Me: “Did you just say F R E E dramatic/terrible/romantic L O R E????” Me: “Did I just hear, hot buff-fluff Celtic Ginger Daddy??????????” Many Me’s at once: *SLAMS BUTTONS EVERYWHERE AND SURRENDERS ALL LAIR SPACE.* “WELCOME, FAM.”
So, talking early lore concepts for my boys and there’s this pack of hairy megafauna clowns chasing a flying pink mountain across the desert because it smells like magic and bad juju living ink... Featuring: - Fuck-Off Baddies, It’s Magus Time And I Got 2 Tickets To the Gaoler Show. - Big Daddy Firepit Makes An Even Better Bedwarmer. - Eyore’s Sweet But Creepy Emo Big Brother That Needs Help. - Rub Some Enchanted Hairy Dirt In It And Give Me A Hug, Fam. - Large Golden Banana Tries To Pass For A Solar Farm. - Only The Sweetest & Hardiest Flowers Can Bloom In A Blizzard. - Please Calm Down There Lisa Frankenstein and lay off the candy. - Probably Whistles “Hungry Like The Wolf” And Has 20 Restraining Orders. - Joker Is That You Oh Hi, Nice Circus Tent, I Mean What A Lovely Coat. - New Ginger Dad Has A Lot of Heart & Soul And A Wee Lass At Home.
I’ve had some friends suggest that despite my fear or sharing detailed text posts or even blogging, because of the crazies out there I should really start sharing lore stuff again. And I mean I took a semi-hiatus the last 2 years while helping build an awesome nerd group of nearly 9k people, and playing as much as much Pathfinder/D&D as possible, which I have barely been able to do for at least 2-3 months because my friends lives are not doing great I’ve been back to dragoning for a good number of months now, though it’s basically me babbling in my FR discord server with my buddies like @nabesima, @diseaseapedia, @itsalwayssunnyineverbloom, @crowefr, @pixeldraguns, etc... But I do honestly miss it. My clan has actually been shifting and changing quite a bit. Lydo... I suppose technically has a clan of his own, or casual employee-friends that live with him in Cragrose Keep, his rocky-pink-crystal-floaty-mountain-castle that has been just casually drifting around the border of Khuleborough territory for the last few years. His Black Tulip gardens are producing a growing number of flowers that get up and walk around when no one is looking. His niece is no longer the only relative living with him; his nephew has newly arrived. And his grandfather may be joining him as well in the near future! A large chunk of khuleborough is now somewhat “secretly owned and operated” by a deep-dwelling monarchy of Ice dragons. I mean they’ve technically always been there, but now there’s more of them. lol There are way too many plague dragons in the vicinity. Like record highs of them. Not everyone is pleased. Bloodwin is. And the clan chef is plague, but don’t insinuate his cooking will make people sick or he’ll serve your limbs for dinner. There’s a mad scientist that’s moved in. Nobody invited him, but he’s there anyway. Even the guy that tries to embody Stormcatcher can’t stand him. There is a small herd of Centaurs inhabiting the area, parading around as G1 dragons. They are known as “Brechbans” (breck-ben), aka “The Breach Band” Centaurs. No, they aren’t a rock group, but they do live in Earth flight. HO HO. The master blacksmith and backbone of Medira is dating a Manticore, but they’re using magic to hide the fact from everyone else. They just think she’s his forge assistant. lol There’s a junk peddler named Josiah that’s just arrived and he seems to be an amalgamation of both Crim and Pinkerton. There’s a Maren Warlock in from the ‘Reaches that’s beached itself and is stealthing around and is working on presenting himself as trustworthy and knowledgeable Arcane mage.
I’ve become g1 and Ancient dragon collecting garbage. lol I’m remaking my accent shop and will be working on reprints pretty soon and getting around to submitting the other finished ones I never sent in. (No seriously, I mean it. I plan to start reprints in the next few weeks.) I think that’s most of my updates for the moment...
No humanoid art for this yet... but I should tell you guys that Tank’ got into some magic shenanigans when he was younger or is some kind of mutant and he’s basically like a Tundra crossed with a human. And he doesn’t have his junk packed away with any Dragonic decency. He is indeed much fleshier than anyone would expect and pretty much every dragon that stumbles across him is like “oH GOD, mY EYES! I CAN’T UNSEE IT! WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE THAT???” Maybe I should say he’s a bit like George of the Jungle. Except no buttflap. lol He just runs around with gloves to protect his softer hands and tall leather boots that ride really high and look almost inappropriately good on him while he lacks proper groin coverage. Someone suggested he wear leaves, but... as you see, he doesn’t seem to grasp the meaning of how they’d help or be best utilized.
idk man lolololol
Glitch+Lore
Do any of you guys have dragons with lore or perhaps your clan itself based on the problems, errors and wacked-out glitches that FR has caused you?
For example...
A coli battle won’t end despite winning: YOUR DRAGONS HAVE GOTTEN LOST IN THE MIRE DURING THE CHAOS AND CAN’T GET BACK HOME UNLESS SOMEONE USES A TIME-TRAVEL SPELL TO GET BACK TO WHERE THEY STARTED!
Slow internet and a dragon won’t load when you try to dress it: “Fuck this ensemble. I hate these clothes so much, I’d rather teleport out of them than touch them anymore.”
Clothing disappears forever when site lags: It was clearly a cursed item; whomever I bought it from wanted me to suffer. I bet they’re laughing at me while they spend all my gold...
Stack of 100 items in hoard: A young wizard just managed to make a pseudo-bag-of-holding.
