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Lesser Lair

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Wandering Contagion

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"We're all mad here."

The stench of death hangs heavily in the air.

Everywhere around you lie the bones of prey and dragons alike. The ground seems to shift beneath your talons- the land is so dead, yet somehow alive. You've been wandering the Plague domain for what seems like weeks, but how long has it really been? Days? Perhaps hours?

Quite suddenly, a strange sensation sets your senses ablaze. Your skin is prickling and your eyes seem to be burning. It feels as if hundreds of.... somethings are watching you. You look up to see a wall looming over you. It appears to be constructed of rotten wood, stretched out animal hide, and bones. Next to what looks to be an entrance stands a strangely shriveled dragon. His head is hooded, and you cannot seem to make out his eyes. He appears to be snarling- wait, no. There's a guttural moaning issuing from the guard's throat. He begins to stumble toward you, his gnarled claws reaching as you scramble back, desperate to escape this horrifying creature...

"Stop!" A voice echoes out over the wasteland, and from the entrance sweeps a mottled black Coatl, dressed to the nines in a tuxedo. He flashes a smile at you, strangely making you feel as if he may not be trustworthy.

"I apologize for Zareth, he doesn't know what he's doing," he croons as he sails over to you. "May I introduce myself? I am Dominic, official greeter and host of the Clan of Blood Cliff."

You greet him warily, introducing yourself. Dom grins at you and gestures toward the wall, where Zareth appears to now be sulking.

"Come, Phobia will be most pleased to meet you, I'm sure."