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Eleris' Clan

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Venerable Lair

sunken in the

Worldedge Wetlands

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lore: unfinished!
dragons with completed bios: cenwyn

Welcome to Behemoth Harbor!

This newly-moved lair is situated near the edge of the Viridian Labyrinth, where the cliffs of the Gladeveins give way to the sea. The tiled paths that connect this up-and-coming port town are warm underneath your feet, and without the salty breeze the air would be oppressively humid— luckily, the wind and sun are acting in full force to blow wind chimes and shine through stained glass windows that populate the walls of every building.

Though the outskirts of the town are littered with evidence of construction, the center is bustling with activity and seems well-established. The sandstone buildings are clean and bright, with flowering vines of all colors decorating many an exposed wall. In the town square- a large plaza on an outcropping overlooking the sea- stands a bronze fountain that resembles the iconic Behemoth, with trickles of water running out of the branches and down the trunk to resemble the constant rainfall of the dense inner forests.

Dragons here occupy all manner of open-air homes, workshops, and stores in a thriving marketplace atmosphere. Some of those native to Nature work as gardeners, tending to the flowerbeds that line the streets and terraces of the city. Fire dragons may take up positions as glass-blowers or blacksmiths, while those who call the Starfall Isles home might find positions as fortune tellers or glamour enchanters. Regardless of creed, all dragons are welcome, especially those artisans or peddlers who encourage tourism and commerce.

From the precipices of the square, you can see far down below the sheer cliffs of the city. Here, beaches and wide stone pathways provide the foundation for the wooden docks that make up the harbor itself. Towering ships carry migrant dragons and beasts, and exotic goods from all the more southern domains. Faint calls of seagulls and dockworkers echo up through the pulley systems that bring pallets of cargo into the town, harmonizing with the crash of waves against the rocky, yet-undeveloped areas of the shoreline. As you turn back to the Behemoth fountain, there is only one question to be asked...

Where will you go first?