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Rexi's Clan

The name's Jayke/Jayles. Welcome.

Lesser Lair

on the

Sundial Terrace

Clan Info

Carcere Mysticorum Aptentur

xxx | ♂ | xxx

Hello! I wish I had more to write here, unfortunately, I just don't have the time. I'll no longer be active here. I've got too much going on - I'll be sending a few care packages out to my friends, which include my dragons. I'll catch ya on the flipside!
User Deviconus will be using my base lore.

A grand pair of worn statues marks the entrance to a resolute crevice, a ravine, if you will. Beyond the pair of worn statues, before the bellowing chasm, lies a scanty, dusty room. It's covered in dead insects, moss, moss, and more moss.. so much moss.
Your torch allows you to see weaponry racks and locked crates, long lost and defaced by time itself.

Further ahead are two paths, but the left is a dead end, or so it seems. You can feel a draft coming through the cracks in the excuse of a wall.. Along the right trail is a more defined pathway, eaten and worn away by the unforgiving trials of time. Its twisted trail leads you passed and through pillaged rooms; after none too long, you enter a shaded, desolate room, reminiscent of The Void. There's a demolished door with a sign among the rubble that says "Threshold Of xxxx"
. The rest is illegible... What happened in this place?

You slowly move onwards, deeper into the dungeon's darkness. You pass countless passages, some are dead ends, others lead to who knows where, or what. Eventually, after many twists and turns, you come across what is hopefully, and likely the final room. A big granite door blocks your path. Various glyphs are inscribed onto the enormous slabs, somehow untouched by time and the elements. You step closer to inspect it and.. wait.. did something just knock on the door..?

Someone compromised this account and attempted to make it their own. I'm keeping the lore and formatting they created out of spite.. It's pretty damn alright, at least, I think.