I'M GONNA TALK ABOUT DAGGERLESS AND MAL FOR WBW OKAY? OKAY.

I'm gonna mention The Child too, so tw for dragon death, emperor-type stuff, etc.

Daggerless {She/her} and Mal {He/Him}

A pair who have been in direct conflict since Mal's arrival in Earth Flight nearly 20 years ago, Nikaeli Daggerless and Mal Flintlock are two sides of the same tarnished coin. Both neglected or completely orphaned since childhood with a talent for fighting, rustling and treasure hunting, the two of them have a storied and particularly tense history with one another- Because despite their similarities that one might imagine would endear them to each other, their motives remain a sticking point that has led to The Diamond Riot and The Tarnished Dames operating against their rival crew on every dig, deal, or delve either's been hired to carry out.

The Tarnished Dames: Automa {She/It}, Revolver {They/It}, Aetumnal {She/Her}, Peeko {He/Him}

Daggerless is a preservationist- raised by a Snapper woman who studied the local history, legends, and mapped the tombs and temples she was made privy to in her cherished home of Earth, she instilled her young charge with the same reverence for the past, an affection for those who came before her, those who built the groundwork that modern clans operate on- tradition and culture left where it belongs, let to rest safe and sound in final resting places- only moved when those places of rest might fall victim to the march of time- or those who seek to pillage them- those like Mal Flintlock.

Raised by a wildclaw with a vested love of the Plague ideals that made her, Mal was trained to take, lie, cheat, and rustle his way to survival, riches, and success- and he proved incredibly capable of all of these tasks. Smaller in stature than many of his fellows, and given his strangely feathery hide for a Pearlcatcher, it's assumed he wasn't born with the pearl he now holds tight in cybernetic claws, but whatever species he resembled previously, he's remained rather tight-lipped over. The only people Mal seems to respect are his own crew, The Diamond Riot- or people willing to pay him for his work. A charmer with a gift of gab and a vested love for adventure, he delves into depths below for renown and treasure time and again, in a constant race against Daggerless and her crew to obtain the long-abandoned prize in dusty, dimly lit tombs- the way he sees it, it's of no use, buried deep below- surely, the person making his pockets fatter with coin has a better use for the dingy artifacts he and his crew procure than the long-dead dragon who was previously its owner.

The Diamond Riot: Tearmarsh {She/Him}, Shuck {She/Her}, Rezonant {They/She} Arizona {He/Him}

Both intelligent and capable in the face of danger, with a crew that's more like a family backing their movements, the clash of these two tomb-raiding titans leaves ripples across the towns, cities, and clans they pass through seeking rumors and leads, and it's upon their closely-timed arrival in a nondescript little ghost town in Dragonhome that their greatest adventure begins.

Some "treasures" are not to be coveted at all.

Jersey {He/Him}, Fool/"The Child" {All Pronouns, she/her preference}, Georgia {She/Her}

Some treasures, buried so deep below, are treasured only by those too sentimental to smite them- some treasures are like The Child. A massive, sprawling emperor made only of the progeny of a lesser God and a once-cherished Queen, The Child is rotten, exposed bone and flesh still bound in golden chains and thick stone, restraints that held and were maintained by the clan of Dusthide caretakers who monitored her resting place for centuries- at least, until drills broke ground on her hidden tomb. She stirs, now, huge in her labyrinthian cradle, sobbing for her parents to embrace her, a mother long-dead and a father no longer listening. In her sorrow, in their confusion- The Child lashes out, and the underground city of The Cradle now serves as a hunting ground-

- pocketmouse-FR

Share three dragons who definitely can't make each other better, but CAN make each other worse.

That's 100% the Exorcism Trio. Absinthe, Petrichor, and The Gentleman are a trio made up of a priest, a priestess, and a swindling, flashy 'monster hunter' of an exorcist. They all perform the same duty, gathering and purifying the lingering magic of dead dragons that's formed into spirits and haunting activities, and have all arrived in Vaudemire Way at the same time, completely divorced of one another.

While Petri and Sin get along rather well, Gentleman is kind of an antagonistic douche, he and Fleck make their money misleading others into paying hand-over-fist for incidents that aren't exactly real- which means the very real hauntings around Vaudemire Way that the other two have arrived to investigate are a little out of his wheelhouse- but his ego won't let him admit that, especially not to Absinthe, as the young priest with his legitimate talents is quickly determined to be a 'threat' in Gentleman's eyes.

Petrichor does her best to keep the peace- they're here to help people, after all- surely the three of them can work together- though perhaps it's her lingering fondness for The Gentleman- he's a friend from childhood, after all, and the one to which she owes more than she'll ever admit to anyone but Gentleman himself. They've been settled in Vaudemire for a while, the three of them inhabiting the ramshackle Mirrors Apartments and Bar and doing their best to get to the bottom of the strange happenings around town separately.

They could work together, of course- but bickering is far more fun.

Share two dragons that hate-watch movies together.

They're like if Mystery Science Theater was allowed to drop the F bomb uncensored. Dethrone and Sow have no idea what effort goes into making films or acting but they know when they think something is stupid, and they tell you. to your face. loudly.

Share a dragon that should be in prison but currently isn't.

Honestly there's so many that fit this description but he was the first one to come to mind so it's absolutely Mal of the Diamond Riot. The leader of a crew of cybernetic tomb plundering, cattle-rustling, ne'er do wells, He's been blown up more times than he can count, and should have probably been to prison 5 times as many as those. He makes his living robbing tombs and stealing from others, and has been a scourge on Sornieth for ages alongside his friends and companions. The problem is he's certainly been arrested several times- he just keeps getting out.

Dedicated myself to the cause of making the Diamond Riot look more suitable to their roles as battered, life-harried cowboys and grave robbers, and my urge to hatch an egg resulted in their most recent and likely last member, Rezonant- the explosives expert of the crew, Rezonant is the youngest of the crew by far, brought in by Mal when he found her picking his pockets orphaned in a nowhere-town in the Snowfields- quickly making herself indispensable as the one with the knowledge of how to make things go Boom.

Living now with the pearlcatcher and his crew made up of the drill running lesbian duo of Tearmarsh and Shuck- who's shared charge in Mal has led to only a small number of comedies of errors and only one instance of 'two guardians and a man baby' that ended with the blast scars on Mal's snout- and the conniving, steel-jawed treasure hunter with deep pockets and shallow morals, Arizona, Rezi's storied history of close calls sees her just as heavily modified as her companions, taking point on digs with her father figure and learning the crew's terrible habits of theft, rustling, and loving and leaving them by observation.

But her next dig is all but routine- and they've unearthed not only the protectors of a hoard of glittering treasure-

but the things sealed deeper within the earth than even the ancient tombs of dragonhome.

" Staying off the radar like a bomber on the run // Do another lap around the target just for fun. "

You would not expect this to come out of a guy who's pearlcatcher sized, but there is something to say about a face card who is both the tiniest member of his gang and has the sultry low tones of a guy several times his size.

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