Neronymous' Clan

On the fringes of the Scarred Wasteland, you approach what seems to be a lair nestled within some hardened tendrils to form a cozy little lair for the dragons within. Out front prowls a large blue female Guardian, appearing to live up to her species' name. Her scarlet eyes settle upon you, and her frills perk up in anticipation of your next move. Suddenly, a hushed, sharp voice comes from your left; ''Who comes to visit such a lair? What does it want?'';. The speaker is a little scarlet Fae, whose colours made him nearly invisible against the reddish surroundings. ''Friend or foe?'', he states simply, peering at you from under his fedora. (I don't bite, I promise! Can't say the same of my dragons, sadly, but I'm sure it'll be fine. I am nearly always open to a casual chat, and I enjoy the company of literate roleplayers and story writers. I may have frequent typos with words containing w's, as this keyboard's been used far too much for gaming and is thus losing function of the w key. Sometimes it types one w, sometimes two or three, and sometimes there's none at all.)