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You can kiss me, but my body will eventually grow cold.

Lesser Lair

near the

Dusk Sanctum

Clan Info

Somewhere smothered by the fog, if you listen closely, one can hear the beckoning whistles of a calliope.

Their joyful song rings out through the air, drawing in a curious, bustling crowd, chattering excitedly amongst themselves.
Through the hazy mist, you could make out the silhouette of a large tent, the inside softly glowing a pale yellow.

As you arrive to the tent's entrance, a hooded Imperial greets you, his white scales glimmering in the moon's foreboding light.

"Good evening." He says, his deep voice muffled by his black mask. "How many?"

Through the shadow casted upon his face by his hood, you could make out two red eyes peering back at you, waiting expectantly for your response.

You held up your fingers and he nodded, punching out a hole in your tickets with his thumbclaw.

"Don't worry about paying." He mentioned as you dug around in your satchel. "Your attendance is more than enough."

And with that, he pulled back the black curtain, beckoning for you to enter the tent.

{ WELCOME TO THE SOARING SPECTACLE }

Run by the mysterious '"Frost", The Soaring Spectacle is a mysterious travelling circus that seems to appear and disappear in the blink of an eye.
It is known as a dangerous anomaly. Not only are you unable to leave, but you become perform until you drop for the future victims of the circus.

But, perhaps if you perform well enough, you will be granted your life - And a permanent spot in the circus.

Dragons who are lore-relevant will be marked and given background information eventually!

(NonCanon, Not an Exalting Lair)