I am very forgetful; if I do not uphold my end of a forum game please remind me. I don't want to shirk responsibilities, I just forget.

Breeding lair. I mostly exalt my own hatchlings. I am impulsive in buying dragons, so if you see your dragon for sale, you can buy it back for what I originally paid. If I ask for your dragon to stud, we can arrange nesting and price.

All dragons can be sold for t @ 1:1000

blocking people who use interesting AH dragons as self promo :-)

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Wanyang

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Travelers who brave fate to cross the mountains and rivers meet Wanyang, city of a hundred thousand souls, below the cliffs. Not many of the souls there are of any interest, however, despite its reputation of fated meetings and consequential exchanges. After all, those who find what they want there come and go.

Those unsatisfied with life’s dealings find themselves trapped within the city borders, with every venture into the outside world somehow leading back to the gate every time. There they stay, sometimes for days, sometimes for decades, waiting for their destiny to arrive.

The Fisher's Hamlet

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Those who have already reconciled with fate and have chosen the spacious peninsula to settle down often go to the Fisher’s Hamlet for a fresh cup of rice wine and the chance to exchange tales over a game of Mahjong with the passerby who lodge there. They have their own dens in buildings elsewhere, but the Hamlet is the heart of interest in the city. Its owner, Houyi, is happy to take in any fair traveler whether as customer or employee.

The Return

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A curious phenomenon that takes place during the festival of death is known to the locals as “The Return,” where the tide rises enough to submerge the entire city. Strangely enough, the resurgence of the waters does little to effect the city. Whereas travelers at this time would find naught but empty ruins sticking out of the deluge, what the locals experience is the incursion of fish in their bustling haven. This week-long event serves as one of the only windows of opportunity for dragons impatient with fate to escape between the festivities and paper lanterns. Though one should be wary— fly far enough above the towers and the protective magic’s benevolence ceases. Those who get overwhelmed by the water lose their bodies and fall back down as another trapped soul, cursed to wander the streets until they naturally fade away with the eons or get exorcised.

The Starry Path

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From the shore one can see the light of billions of bioluminescent plankton floating on the ocean's surface, just below the scrape of the horizon. Though the peninsular residents know there is nothing beyond the scope of their vision—not since this land was taken— the waters are still infinite in their eyes. In a way they are right. For eons have creatures otherwise long-lost to Sornieth called these depths their home, and for eons more they will continue to stalk the deep. Even those blessed with the ability to leave the magic behind still return without fail year after year, century after century. Above them the plankton are so dense that the pathway of seabound stars they form only starts to fizzle out once godless boundaries are reached, marking the end of the magicked territory itself.