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DarkDragonfly's Clan

You can do it. I believe in you.

Ancient Lair

floating in the

Hoverview Vale

Clan Info

Clan Notice Board wrote:

The stars are infinite,
the sky bound in everlasting twilight,
magic singing a sweet lullaby of the night.

~Excerpt from an ancient Arcane script.

Market District
Northern Star Bazaar*
Zacharie's Curious Swaps*
De Mairan Family Brews*
*Under Construction

Music Share
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To mods:
-Grimful is my brother.
-I log in on laptop and phone.

Pardon the construction that is just about everywhere. The clan lair, front gates, and library are under heavy renovations, and plans for the market district are in the early stages.

~Iapetus

Rooted at the base of an island off the coast of Focal Point, an enormous crystalline oak with bark as old as the dawn of dragonkind towers above the land. High above, past the wispy clouds and stretching nearly to the point's peak, a mass of earth suspended by warped magical energies has merged with the ancient tree, giving way to a wilderness in the sky.

Resting near the base of the trunk, a large white Guardian adorned with grey crystals waits to welcome travelers and visitors, giving a friendly greeting to all who arrive there. Behind him lies a passage between the roots leading to the tree's hollowed-out center. Entering the space would whisk one upwards in a column of magic until finally resting them on a mossy stone platform with a neat cobblestone path leading ahead. From just beyond, the sounds of friendly and cheerful chatter can be heard.

Dragons of all kinds inhabit this island. Some are dashing playfully through the branches of the crystalline canopy, while others soar gracefully in the open blue-purple ever-twilight sky. Some lounge and bask peacefully, absorbing the starlight, by the shimmering crystal-clear lake with the occasional disturbance by playful hatchlings splashing in the water. Imbued with the magic of the Isles, the water is constantly renewing itself as it departs the island in sparkling streaming waterfalls.

Various dragons disappear and reappear into the into the earth, revealing the vast network of caves and chambers within the island, lit mostly by the glowing crystals strewn throughout.

Deeper, past dwelling dens and the nursery, the kitchens and the infirmary, through the glowing tunnels, stands a small door. Sounds of magic hum from behind the wall, and a soft pink glow emanates from the cracks. Suddenly, a small explosion rumbles the stone, and a tiny voice calls out, "Sorry, wrong spell!" In a short fit of coughing, another voice responds, "No worries! I'm fine. At least I didn't turn into a Sparrowmouse again."

The door swings open, almost hanging from one hinge, and two Fae emerge, one twilight purple, and the other starry night blue. "What do you say to one more experiment today Lupus?", the purple asks the blue. "I'd love to, but you promised we would go comet-chasing tonight, Nymph.", the blue says in return, hoping to preserve as many of his scales as he could. "Don't worry, I didn't forget. We're going to have a magical time!" Nymph nuzzles her mate, and the two race off excitedly down the corridor.