Copper Chicken

In the deepest hush of the Copper Forest, where ferns curl like sleeping cats and the earth smells of rain and old stories, the Mossback Snails have begun to wander. 🌿🐢
Goblins have already begun polishing bits of leather for riding straps and fashioning saddles for these amazing new companions. Where would they take you?

Today is Adoption Day! See you at 6pm CST
1st is Nockley

Sharp-eyed, sharp-minded, and a bit of a perfectionist, Nockley is the Nocturnes’ master of gears and locks.
His glasses fog up when he’s thinking hard, which is most of the time. If it clicks, clanks, or creaks, he’ll take it apart just to see how it works—and somehow, it always runs smoother afterward.
He’s known to mutter about “proper alignment” and “dust on hinges,” but beneath his fussing, he’s the heart that keeps their clockwork harmony ticking.

Next is Duskan

Quiet as moonlight and calm as still water, Duskan rarely speaks while he works—but when he does, everyone listens.
He gathers small sparks of magic from dew and starlight, bottling them carefully to power the Nocturnes’ more delicate inventions.
He says every machine has a soul, and his touch seems to wake it gently. If the forest glows softly after dark, it’s likely Duskan’s doing—leaving trails of quiet light to remind us that even the smallest sparks can change the night.

Then Moory

If the Copper Forest had a night watchman of good manners and good tea, it would be Moory.
Always with a mug in one wing and a wrench in the other, he’s the team’s patient problem-solver and storyteller. He hums softly while he works, a tune that somehow keeps screws from rolling away and lanterns from flickering out.
If you hear laughter and the smell of toasted moss and honey in the night air—Moory’s close by, fixing something that needed mending and making it a little lovelier than before.

And you know Luniver
Polished waistcoat, spectacles perched just so, and a tool belt full of tiny screwdrivers and moonlit wrenches. He’s the thinker of the Nocturne Tinkers — the one who sketches blueprints in starlight and argues with gears until they behave.
If something in the Copper Forest gleams a little brighter than it should, chances are Luniver’s had his paws on it.

There’s a soft clinking in the trees tonight — not quite wind chimes, not quite wings — and if you follow the sound, you’ll find Luniver.
Polished waistcoat, spectacles perched just so, and a tool belt full of tiny screwdrivers and moonlit wrenches.
He’s the planner of the Nocturnes (a group of Gentlebats who tinker, invent, and repair everything in the Copper Forest)
He is the one who sketches blueprints in starlight and argues with gears until they behave.
If something in the Copper Forest gleams a little brighter than it should, chances are Luniver’s had his paws on it.