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Venerable Lair

obscured in the

Leviathan Trench

Clan Info

Draconia

she/her

THIS PROFILE IS A WIP!!!!

The dragon is unafraid of the depths of the water. They venture bravely into the Leviathan Trench, heart pounding. After descending for what seemed like hours, but was likely only a few minutes, the little crew passed caves, other dragons, and even stranger beings that didn't look like they quite belonged in this world. Soon they came upon an odd structure.
At one point it had to have been the spine of some gigantic creature from older times. By now it had been worn down into the bones of the spine and the ribs. It was stretched lengthwise across the trench, connecting the side closer to light to the side closer to arcane and wind. The ribcage was still intact, but wrapped in seaweed like the chest wraps many dragons wear. The spine and tailbones of this thing were stuck in caves that had been fully closed with rocks and filled with paste for stability. It is impossible to see inside the structure.
Upon closer inspection, there is a small hole in the otherwise complete coverage of the seaweed. It was on the bottom and shimmered with a pearlescent light that signaled the presence of a spell. The little band entered the lair, feeling the spell coat them as if it was a second skin, feeling strange but-surprisingly-dry. The whole group breathed in the fresh air. So this was what all that closed-off-ness was for. The magic was there so all of the dragons could breathe, excluding guardians who could breathe underwater already.
The space was lit up with colorful paper lanterns hung from the ceiling, and it glowed with the love of the whole clan. Giant gourd-like structures hang from strong ropes that are tied to the top of the spine and the upper parts of the ribs. The doorways of these little rooms are open-in fact, they do now have doors of any kind- and dragons walked flew or walked around, conversing and eating, or looking as if they were getting things done.
There are six especially large gourds, two nearer to the front, and the other four closer to the back. Upon arrival the visitors see the healer and the matriarch gourds to the left first and, if they were to venture back, would find the three dedicated to the hoard and one for unbonded familiars.
Any and all visitors, soon after entering, are met with a friendly face from the clan to chat and not only hear the news but inquire as to why they're there.