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Lesser Lair

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Wandering Contagion

Clan Info

BONE LAIR CLAN

• Wandering Contagion •

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Lair of Selkynn and Baenre

You smell the rotting flesh before you can see the lair, but once you arrive, you realize that your suspicions weren't wrong at all. The "cave" you saw on the horizon is nothing but bones- a terrifying collection of the bones of various creatures, none of which have completely lost all of their meat. You strongly suspect that some of the larger bones belong to other dragons- perhaps Guardians- and that the smaller ones were either truly unfortunate Coliseum losers, or the remains of various dinners.

In front of the lair, there is a savagely dug firepit, with an equally rough-hewn spit straddling it. On the right side of the pit, stranded between it and the right side of the bone lair itself, there is a sign that looks as though it has been painted over and rewritten a few times. At the moment, it says:

Diseased Discounters current inventory:
Closed for restocking! Visit us again soon!

On the left side of the pit, between it and the left side of the bone lair, stands a nearly-dead tree. Although it looks as though very little separates it from its ultimate demise, only one branch, about half way up the thing, is completely missing. Around the other branches is draped a single, undamaged ribbon, whose iridescent ocean blue nearly hurts your eyes. Out in front, hung by a strip of leather that was strung with obvious care across a few branches so that said branches would not snap under its weight, is a simple banner with a list of names. Next to each name is the print of the dragon named. It is quite long, and looks as though it will need a second strip of leather to join it shortly.

The dragons buzzing around the lair are of all different types- Mirrors of course, but also Fae, Guardians- even Skydancers and Imperials. Communication between two dragons sometimes must be routed through a third in order to be completely understood, but nevertheless, the clan seems... oddly like a functional clan. Everyone has their purpose, and as they work toward their individual goals, a small, but regal Fae coordinates and administrates their efforts. It doesn't take her long to notice your wondering gaze, and in response, she allows herself to dip just slightly- her version of a curtsey. Immediately, a hulking Guardian lumbers to her side- you notice that he stays just slightly behind her, physically reminding you both that he is aware of her command.

"Welcome to our home," the Fae says courteously. Despite her monotone, the phrase is indeed warming. "I am Selkynn, the matriarch of this lair. This is Eyphah, who is happy to translate our discourse, should my command of your language variant be insufficient. Now, how may I best entertain you?"

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