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Ancient Lair

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Molten Scar

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Time FR+8h | Hi! When exalting dragons I always name them. I like making new friends so don't be afraid to message me ^_^

Molten Thunder Sanctuary

You walk along a scorched path. Looking up you see the Molten Scar’s lava rivers falling from a cliff. To the right there is a beginning of the famous Carrion Canyon. You adjust your backpack and hope the harpy feather on the ground is a sign that you are far from any Serthis. Finally you reach a lava crater the red dragon told you about.

After a few minutes you can see a lair entrance. Instead of coming in, you follow an arrow with a messily “shop” written on it. You stand before a wooden structure and look at the door. You note the beautiful stained glass on it and think it would look nice if not for the poor state of everything around.

You step inside.

Sure enough the room looks more or less the same as outside. The furniture and items, thrown around hastily, look like someone was in a rush. However, a thin layer of dust was telling of days of abandon.

Your focus is drawn to the counter. It’s drowning in different metal works and machinery. Behind an impressive copper pipe you see a silver Ridgeback writing something furiously in a huge tome.

He is turned around and can’t see you. You want to tap his wing but think better when you see the red crystals on his body. Before you can say anything, he startles and drops the book.

“Oho!” He shouts. “You gave me quite a scare.” He stands up and picks up the item. “We don’t have many clients after a move. I guess you are a good sign”

When you look at him dumbly, his smile falters. “I meant like a good luck charm. You- Nevermind. Where are my manners! My name is Euripides. Welcome to the best repair shop in the south. We have specialists from the Great Furnace and the Lightning Farm. Also, we offer a variety of items for sale. Here is a price list….”

He points to a plastic board on the wall. It lists many items for purchase but it’s hard to decipher as some dirt was splashed onto it. Seeing your confusion, Euripides quickly reaches for an old rag laying between a box and an old hammer. It instantly rises all the dust making you cough.

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EDIT: Obviously welcome weeks no longer are a thing, but I'm leaving this here as some sort of posterity thing.

Sometimes the hatchlings are too pretty to exalt, so I'm giving them away for free during Welcome Weeks [HERE].