Give Him Oranges, People, He NEEDS Citrus! While Wildclaws Might Not Eat Fruit, I Think Theyd Enjoy Eating

Give him oranges, people, he NEEDS citrus! While wildclaws might not eat fruit, I think they’d enjoy eating some recreationally rather than for nutrition. Can’t have too many fruits and veggies though, or they’ll get sick.

...Lucky...

In a lot of cases, primal eyes are seen as a rare blessing, but I imagine it would be a curse in a lot of ways, too.

Say you’re a shadow primal.  Your eyes never stop dripping; the ichor gets everywhere, staining your clothes and making your floors slick.  You spend all day cleaning, and it still isn’t enough.  You wake up in a puddle of purple sludge every morning–that is, if you ever sleep.  Sometimes, the magic makes it hard for you to even shut your eyes.

Say you’re a fire primal.  Your eyes burn anything–and anyone–that gets too close to you.  You live in a house of the strongest stone, because every piece of wood or paper or cloth you’ve ever tried to own has burnt at some point or another.  Char marks trail across the ceiling; the air smells like smoke.  Your tears are almost hotter than lava, and they can burn holes in anything–even stone, as you know too well.  The floor is littered in pockmarks.  You have no comfort.

Say you’re a light primal.  You cannot see; how can the sunlight possibly enter your eyes?  You cannot enjoy the radiant beauty of your goddess; the only thing you can see are shadows.  And how quickly do they disappear when you approach?  You hold everything at a distance.

Say you’re a water primal.  It didn’t seem so bad at first; it’s only water, after all!  But water flows even faster than a shadow primal’s sludge, and can fill a space quite assuredly.  You sleep in lakes to avoid flooding your den; you read from stone tablets because any book or scroll you grab is soaked the moment you touch it, the ink bleeding freely.  You scream half-seen bits of prophecies whenever you dream, even now.  The Tidelord has forgotten everyone, it seems, but somehow, he hasn’t forgotten you.  It was his blessing, after all.

Say you’re an arcane primal.  The runes on your face were never natural; no part of you really is.  They burned themselves into your scales, a unique pattern of pain that never really stops–because you’re exuding magic every moment.  All around you, strange things happen.  Nonsensical runes line the walls of your cave, glowing ethereally and taunting you with their vagueness.  Crystals form where you least expect them; any time you turn around, you can be certain to find a fuzzy swath of them.  Items float when you look at them, sometimes.  You’ve broken more glassware than you could ever dream of counting.

Say you’re a lightning primal.  Your eyes snap and spark, lashing out at the world.  Your clan knows well to keep you away from the circuitry; one wrong look could fry a whole grid of lights.  You have no control over the bolts that dance around your eyes, and they strike on their own pleasure.  And they hurt–not you, but others.  It takes a sturdy dragon to keep your company, or a suit of rubber.  And you know well just how difficult electrical fires are to quench.

Say you’re a nature primal.  Of the batch, you seem quite tame, but to have a living thing embedded in your face is no easy task.  It needs water and sun and careful tending; it drinks your blood and tears, and you can feel when it’s failing to thrive.  Every fallen petal hurts like a blow to the gut, a little more of your power drifting away out of exhausted negligence.  Gladekeeper forbid if you were to ever let it wilt.  Roots drift in your veins, and flowers bloom at your every step–sometimes tethering you in place.

Say you’re an earth primal.  Your danger doesn’t come from within; rather, from without.  Precious gems encircle your eyes; your tears are diamonds and sapphires and other precious stones.  You’ve been hurt so many times for nothing but profit; so many friends have ulterior motives.  All the Earthshaker ever wanted was to bring his children together, but this was not the way to do it.  You have a hard heart and a skeptical eye, now; you cannot trust.

Say you’re an ice primal.  The snowflakes around your eyes never really melt; they flutter and fall and freeze holes wherever they like.  It takes strong concentration to keep them in place, to keep them from doing harm–either to the world you inhabit or the creatures around you.  Often, they dance around your eyes and obscure your vision.  Your touch leaves frost, even in the heart of the Ashfall Waste.  You are paranoid.

Say you’re a wind primal.  The breeze follows you wherever you go; its gusty presence is felt whenever you enter the room.  One wrong thought could send a dragon sprawling; a fit of anger could fell a forest.  You can feel yourself becoming deaf, the wind’s constant howls wearing slowly at your ears.

Say you’re a plague primal.  You cannot blink; your dozen eyes are ever open, the blobby scar tissue on your face refusing to shut over them.  Outside the humidity of the Wasteland, they become terribly dry; it hurts to be out in the sun.  Disease follows you, striking when you least expect it.  You are immune, but your companions are not.  Too often, you can do nothing to help.

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Just an idea I had.  I imagine that magic helps in many cases, but some of these things are quite impractical, no?  Feel free to use these as lore prompts if you’d like, or add on to them with your own thoughts.  I’d love to see!

Matthias eats dragon eggs, drinking in primal elemental energy to strengthen his body and increase his power. Of course, no clan takes kindly to a dragon that EATS their offspring, so an exiled Matthias had to make one for himself…

He’s recruited several dragons into the small Egg Eater clan, starting with an adolescent drake named Okira. While the number of dragons is miniscule(only about seven dragons including himself) they are all very invested in the practice of egg-eating, though just how strongly varies between them.

Matthias  is very…persuasive…which has earned both great respect and fear from his clan. As of right now, they are being held in the Onyx Pr!son for attempting to sneak a few eggs from the Talosian Clan of light dragons. With Matthias’s cunning nature they won’t be there for long…

The Onyx Prison

Something grittier I’m working on. 

YO OKIRA SPOILERS-If you liked the comic-Okira and the Wanderer, Major spoilers ahead!)

Just throwing out some Egg-Eater lore focusing on Okira.

You know, I said “Okira. He deserves a childhood backstory, the poor thing.” Without processing one crucial fact...That said childhood, no matter how sugar/spice it is, is going to end up something that’s ripped away later down the line. 

Little bit of a trigger warning-Mentions of super-unhealthy dynamics, abuse and (ooh! here’s a rare one for ya) cannibalism. Haven’t seen that one before. 

For those of you who don’t know, Okira is a very notable member in the Egg-Eater clan. He is a young-adult wildclaw, is extremely timid and needy, and, despite his seniority(in time being an egg-eater, not age) over other members he is still subject to the group’s proverbial punches. This poor drake can’t catch a break.

As for childhood backstory, I wanted someone who started out as truly innocent before becoming an egg eater. Every other Egg-eater has ulterior motives or an end goal which they were willing to go to extreme lengths to fulfill. For example, Khoga, a  female Tundra with a thirst for science and a disdain for the constraints of ethics, merely wants to study the effects of egg eating. Rannoch, a female wildclaw, wants to absorb the energy within eggs to improve her prowess in the Arena. And, Matthias, the instigator(and essentially clan/cult of personality leader)  really only wants an excuse to eat dragon eggs and make others do the same. Yet its Okira, the very first Egg-Eater, and the only one to become addicted to the elemental-energy found in dragon eggs, who didn’t do it to himself. 

He’s been trapped in a horrible cycle for a while, put and kept there by his dependency on Matthias, and by his own internal conflictions. 

9 and 10 for the lore questions?

Let’s see. Question 9/10- [Who is your clan leader? Why are they the leader? Have there been any leadership changes?][why were they chosen?]

Note-I technically have two clans. The Kingdom of Talosians, and the much smaller band of Egg-Eaters(who are currently imprisoned in the Talosian’s Onyx Prison) 

For the Talosians, that would be Lord Talos. Originally he’s from the Ice Flight, but he’s so old that nobody really knows what his original life was like. Centuries ago he led a small band of loyal knights and, during their travels, happened upon the Sunbeam Ruins. Upon experiencing the Light Flight’s dragons, he fell in love with both their philosophical drive and their pursuit of knowledge. Right then and there he decided to make a home for him and his knights. Talos used his strength to carve out a space down and directly into the top of a small mountain. This would become a small settlement which, protected by the mountain walls and fed by the surrounding forests,  would later  grow into a great kingdom. With the help of many of his advisors, he helped create a community that absolutely thrived(to the point of being a little spoiled with wealth!) He’s offered to step down several times, but each time was asked to stay at the insistence of many a Talosian citizens. He is very beloved amongst his people.

Feel free to ask about the egg eaters if you want to know more about those guys. I love responding to asks like these