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Ancient Lair

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Wyrmwound

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WELCOME TO
DaVinci's Flayers

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LORE

You look up at the darkening sky as you continue to walk through the Plaguelands. Night is falling fast and you know you need to find a safe place to rest for the night before it becomes too difficult to see. You were told by another traveler that if you went this way you would find a friendly place to rest, but you've been walking for what seems like hours and not seen anything. You're about to give up when a noise catches your ear. Quickening your footsteps you notice a glow in the distance and can clearly hear a din. As you get closer you see an enormous camp surrounded by a fence made of scrap metal, bone, and the hides of various animals. You walk towards the large entrance way and notice it has no gate. Looking in, the place is filled with dozens upon dozens of dragons from every flight. Many are reclining upon a large amalgamation of found couches along a far wall, some are grouped around fires, laughing and swapping tales of adventure, more still surround a long table to your left, what looks like a bar or kitchen.

Before you can even wonder if this is a place you should be, a fae dragon, with big red glasses wearing a brown overcoat appears in front of you.

Welcome to the DaVinci's Flayers!

You look nervously towards the animal hides and a few wodden racks you've just noticed when the fae laughs and places his hand on your shoulder, extending his other out towards the camp in a welcoming gesture. "Haha! Don't worry, that's simply what we call ourselves! You are quite safe here. In this camp we strive to create a haven for all travelers strong enough to survive this long in the Plaguelands. Even the most seasoned travelers succumb to the creatures and elements out here when wandering for days with no where to rest. That what we're here to provide! All the creatures of the Wastes know they have a home here if they need it. Please! grab a drink, relax a bit, stay as long as you need."
He walks you over to the bar, where a bright yellow mirror dragon with golden eyes smiles at you from beneith a crimson veil. "I know exactly what you need." She says sliding a smoking drink in a stone cup over the table towards you. The cup is hot, and you can smell cinnamon and nutmeg as you take a big gulp of the sweet drink, instantly feeling the warmth of it spreading from your chest out to the rest of your body. You smile, felling a sense of contentment you have not felt in a long time. Walking over tho the line of mismatched couches, you stretch your legs out on one, holding the rest of your drink close to you as it keeps you warm. Before you know it, someone has pushed a wooden bowl full of food into you hand. You can't tell what it is but it smells delicious and before you know it, you've finished the whole thing and found it wonderfully filling. You sleepily curl up on the couch, for the first time in days you've felt safe.

You can tell that here, you are among friends.