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Venerable Lair

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Clan Info

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A dream of a butterfly, or is life a dream?

Projects | Wishlist ★
digimon, dragalia lost, persona, stella glow, tales of series ★
im 18+ ★
i exalt some dragons ★
i have clan lore at the bottom cuz i think im funny / i drew the art in my sig ★

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hey if u play dragalia lost hmu my ID is 3646 9477 600
my friends are cooler than me pls help them out here and here
i have a lot of interests that are sporadic, but they're almost entirely jrpg/rpg based. main ones i like are listed

"Why do you name all your exalt dragons Komaeda?"
Because.

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clan lore

In a land, just bording the cusp of the Tidelord and the Stormcatcher's respective territories, resides a small, but warm clan of dragons. While the dragons of all types of flights mingle together, many would say its an odd sort to see dragons so close to the edges of other's territories. If you ask the leaders, however, they will tell you its for protection. "Protection? from what?" you may ask yourself. The Shade is a threat as well as other thieves, bandits and the usual ilk but surely that wouldn't cause for such a remote location. What sort of thing would push them together in such a way?

There were two dragons, born of Lightning. While they certainly weren't anything special among the many fine breeds, they did possess one thing. The first one was given a vision: rare for a dragon born of Lightning rather than their Water aligned cousins. The vision she was gifted was a warning: of a blight soon to pass through the lands and tangle them in a web of despair. At first, she thought nothing of it. Another bad dream any young dragon spared. She spoke to the second one and he agreed it was nothing more than a nightmare. The days rolled on in peace, however, the first one couldn't help but wonder what the dream truly meant.

Soon enough they encountered a pair of dragons on their many treks through the Highland Scrub. When they were approached, they noticed something odd about them. They never spoke, merely interacting as any normal dragon did. The second one was the first to broach the topic.

"Where are your voices?" He had asked. The questioned died on the air. The dragons looked at them and the tension rose. The first one realized that these dragons had given off the same air as the dream.

"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet," they chanted in hushed tones, as if possessed by the very words. A mutation rose from the ashes of the Shade, one infecting any just as was foretold in a vision. Before long the clans surrounded them had been consumed by such a blight. Only the first one and the second were free of its clutch. They abandoned there home, until they found a safe haven on the rocky steeples between the Shifting Expanse and the Sea of a Thousand Currents. They decided that the dream had been a warning, but if there was one dream, surely more could follow.

Until then, they would need allies to help them sort through just what the blight was and stop it from infecting all of Sornieth.

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