guacamolina's Clan

nonbinary, they/them, anxious goblin, and the softest punk you know





deep in the hewn city, winding your way through a ruined labyrinth of crumbling stone and thick hedges you find the dusty remains of a large manor. as you cross the threshold from the maze into the manor you hear a surreal popping sound come from inside your brain and everything around you changes.

what seconds before looked dilapidated and defunct now looks carefully restored and fortified. there is movement. flight. dragons, hatchlings, fauna, and flora darting about the manor grounds. trophies, trinkets, and baubles fill the shelves. potions, weapons, gizmos, and ritual circles sprawl through the halls. these treasures are in equal quantities resplendent and horrifying. wreathed in magic, alchemy, and technology. gods knows what else lies within the manor's many halls, rooms, towers, and... wait? did that hatchling just say something about playing in a cave system beneath the manor?

you have stumbled into a place dense with magic, life, and wonder. a hidden clan full of witches, alchemists, inventors. The whole place carries the vibe that the dragons here are of questionable reputation... at least by light flight standards.

this is the coven de circulos. a home for all of those who enjoy life in light flight territory but prefer to operate outside of the prying eyes and moral confines of the radiant eye. the coven understands balance. the need for light, shadow, and all of the other elements to temper each other. a balancing act that melds them together into something greater than any could be on their own. the same way each individual dragon of the coven comes together and works in various ways for the good of coven as a collective; as each according to their wants and needs.