Guys. Guys. I rly…rly want this dreggun. Plz. Halp. S.O.S. Maydaymaydaymayday.
He’s Clay/Clay/Aqua–and there exists onsite…one. Just one. So I’m, uh. Gonna’ need some help. Neeeeds to have Water eyes for the plot stuff I have goin’ on for him. But! I can prob’ly work with everything else. Just…need those colors. And his Flight, of course.
ouob Anyone able to help? I’D BE FOREVER GRATEFUL. (Especially if you’re able to redirect someone my way, too–definitely.)
Friend you seem like a lore cheerleader, here is my question: How do name clan
heck ya i am!
heres a few ideas for naming your clan:
is there a landmark around your clans location either on the canon map or within your own lore? like a lightning struck tree or a delta where the river meets the sea? name your clan after it.
go old school latin -just make sure you translate the words correctly dont want to accidentally insult anybody in your lore
is there something your clan takes great pride in? like a value or a belief? incorporate it into the name
find a name generator on google and just keep flipping thro it until you find one aint no shame in flipping thro a dictionary either
get silly and have a little fun. take the pun route
name them after their position on the map. clan of the northern point or clan of the western scape
incorporate a deity or their home flight into the name like ancestral arcane (clan). *note: if clan sounds weird feel free to drop it.
remember: this is your clan dont worry about how good your clans name is in comparison to everyone elses. just pick a name that you like. you dont even have to stick with it you can change it as you please. and dont be discouraged if you cant find one its ok to not have one at all.
Ramses had been dozing, just barely flirting with sleep, when a wet
thump sounded behind him. He slid himself up dazedly, twisting to glance
over his shoulder. Aedon had hefted a golden porpoise onto the raised
portion of the cavern’s floor, where the water didn’t touch and Ramses
Bewilderment crossed the werewolf’s face. He turned to face Aedon
completely. “What is that?”
“Lunch,” the merman replied flatly, as if the answer was obvious and
Ramses was foolish for asking.
Ramses opened his mouth. Closed it. He shook his head. If he had been
shifted into wolf form, the creature might have looked appetizing.
Maybe. In the right light. But at that moment, he was distinctly human.
So the porpoise, bleeding and twitching occasionally, looked anything
“What am I supposed to do with an ENTIRE golden porpoise?” Ramses
finally looked up from the creature. His eyes locked with the merman’s.
Softly, as if he were about to utter the sweet nothings of a lover, he
breathed, “What the fuck, Aedon.”
This is simultaneously the best and worst thing we’ve ever plotted.