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Deviconus' Clan

Mighty Lair

surrounded by the

Molten Scar

Clan Info

A martyriis;
Domus et nos unum sumus. Mors vitari nos autem conquerers mortis.

Hello all. I'm new to this dragon hell you all call Flight Rising; give it some time, maybe I'll be able to climb up in the ranks of Sornieth.

A very good friend of my good friend has graciously gifted me more than I could ever ask for - I thank them with my heart and soul.

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. As you approach to inspect the lifeless slabs, the ground crumbles beneath your feet..