enjaybee's Clan

While wandering across the desert of the Highland Scrub one evening, you start to doubt your senses. At first you might hear a murmur of voices. You see a some lights in various colors - teal, pink, green - that shouldn't be in the desert. You smell smoke, something faintly flowery with a hint of musk. At first, you shake your head, trying to clear your mind. At best you were hoping to find an oasis, maybe a cave to rest in during tomorrow's heat...

You continue on; the sounds grow louder. Murmurs turn into voices. There is a conversation going on nearby. You must have found another group of wanderers. You pick up your pace.

Then, as you crest a sandy hill, you stop. Below is a scene you hadn't hoped to encounter. Not out here, in the middle of the desert. There are tents, made of various fabrics, light and airy, canvas, and even a few made out of leaves.

There are lights. Light posts, with intricately styled designs, glowing teal and yellow. Strings of lights in a rainbow of colors hang from the tents. Especially the one in the middle.

There is a square canvas tent near the edge of the hill, surrounded by all the other tents. It's sides are open - some scarves and lights hang like canopies along the sides. Underneath, the ground is covered in brightly colored pillows. A brazier sits in the middle; that's where the smoky smell came from. Incense is burning.

On the cushions sit a handful of young dragons, immersed in conversation. You stop to listen for a moment, and realize they are in an animated discussion about the realistic expectations of a new invention.

You walk down the hill, towards the pavilion, and notice a cave in the side of the hill. The smoke-colored Skydancer with purple and pink wings turns to look at you.

"Welcome," he says. "You look weary from your travels. Please, join us. Or, if you'd rather, head into the cave and to the left. There is a chamber of empty beds for visitors. Food and water is within."

The entourage around this dragon chimes in with welcomes and encouragements. One pats the pillow next to them, another stands and offered to show them to a bed. Still another passes over a cup of delicious nectar for you to drink. "W-where am I?" you manage to stutter. "Welcome to the court of the Flatblade Sietch."

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