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Raberelyssa's Clan

As we spread, we will thrive

Mighty Lair

of the

Abiding Boneyard

Clan Info

ALL GLORY TO PLAGUEMOM

Human female, 20 years old, and proud plague member. feel free to add me if you are of the Plague flight :3 i am +8 hours to fr time and a subspecies breeder of Cyst and Skinless Mirror dragons, and the creator of the Albino subspecies.

I playRescreatu As WolfyPoptarts so feel free to add me there too.

Important Things

Lost and alone in the arid, pestilent wastes of the abiding boneyard, a weary traveller lifts his head to wipe the sweat from his brow. In the distance, silhouetted by the ghastly light of the setting sun lies a twisted spire.

With night truly upon the horizon now the lone traveller reaches the edges of the foreign territory, seeing now the nightmarish tower in all its glory.

Rising from the ground in a twisting, irregular mass, even in the ruddy red light it is clearly fashioned from a horrible amalgamation of thousands upon thousands of bones, held together with a putrid fleshy substance and strung with a sickly liquid. Torn, bloodstained pennants and banners hang limply everywhere, bearing the rune of the plague.

Drawing nearer still, movement can be seen everywhere - strange, hunched shapes slither and flap through the stunted vegetation, and hulking shapes prowl all around the outside of the monstrous structure. Red eyes gleam and glow in the darkness, and wild gibberings and growls echo across the diseased landscape. Torn wings and scarred snouts are glimpsed for a moment or two before melting back into the putrid darkness.

Upon closer inspection, the trees have broken daggers of bone pushing through thier slick black bark.

Now, by the very last light of the sun, standing not twenty feet away, the desert wanderer can clearly see the rotting skull of a behemoth atop the crown of the spire. The sigil of the plaguemother adorns the bared bone of his forehead, glowing sickly red with pestilent magic. Nausea creeps over him as slithering, infected shapes close in.

He has reached the lands of the Warriors of Dreadspire