(currently updating ALL my lair and lore, everything very unfinished (no seriously half my dragons reference dragons that have been exalted over a year ago (lol)))
You've come to a mess of glorious, horrifying life in the middle of the Scarred Wasteland, centered around the rotting, seething husk of a once-massive tree, part of the Seedscar's ravages now reclaimed for Plague.
Here under the Ooze Spire is a cosmopolitan collection of dragons (loosely) united under the Plague banner, and ruled over (loosely) by a horrible, rotting idiot named Tasmin.
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I am here to be an utter dragon nerd, play pretend dragons at me and I will play pretend dragons back at you. Also impulse collecting dragons.