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Add friend me! Looking for Radioactive Pinstripes-

Mighty Lair

on the outskirts of

Seedscar

Clan Info

Heyo, I'm TornadoGenya but you can just call me Genya. My pronouns are "He/him" and "They/them". My current favorite breeds are Obelisks, Snappers and Bogsneaks. I'm fairly new to the game, and I love anything with radioactive pinstripes. This is an exalting Lair also my DM's are open. Feel free to pm me.Lair is W.I.P

LORE

Hello, I see you’ve decided to accept our offer. Welcome to the Shejade cult, prepare for sacrifice, and heartbreak but to counter that you’ll receive unspeakable prizes. What prizes you ask? Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, you’ve only just joined.

The entrance, elegant and terrifying at the same time hidden under a dying tree the cult is protected by the very thing it is trying to destroy.
A mysterious bogsneak would tour you through their village, it seems they use bones and animal hide as decoration. The larger houses, you assume are owned by the nobility, have varying animal skulls lining the door. The neon green bogsneak would notice your curiosity in the skulls, “That? Here it is a custom for the higher-ups to adorn their doors with magnificent skulls, usually from their proudest hunt” The dragon would pause then continue. “What do I mean by the proudest hunt? Ask the village elder about that, I’m just here to help you settle in” The dragon would say in a sweet voice, another dragon would call her and she would rush off deeper into the town, leaving you to explore on your own.

You venture towards the a substantially large building, the collection of skulls on the door is more than any other house you’ve seen so far, you assume this is the elder’s house and step in. The aura around you transforms into cold and quiet an elderly voice echoes from the dark depths of the room. “Why hello there ,young one” You step forward and you see an imperial, Rhazin, sitting atop an ornamental of soft furs, she adjusts her position and lies down.
“Your the new one, I assume? I’m so proud that my “village” is growing” “What? You want to know about the hunt, why of course dearie!” She would clear her throat and regail you with the tale.”A long time ago, my ancestors were cold and hungry until a magnificent neon green coatl descended from the heavens he said. You shall no longer starve, you shall always feel the warmth of my embrace. The coatl said. He had gifted my ancestors, strength and fury. They confidently hunted through the woods, and in exchange they would let one of the animals from their hunt, rot and decay. Examining the carcass and interpreting it, this is the way they communicated with the coatl, Chalchiu.” The elder would stop and whisper to you “It takes years to master this but I believe you can do it.” She would continue with the story.
“ Now with this immense strength our group grew larger and larger until it was hard enough to support ourselves. This is when Chalchiu started demanding sacrifices in exchange of gifting the people, we followed of course, and life has been easy ever since. Generations passed without a problem, and everyday our tribe grows stronger with the expence of a few.”
The tale she told you was magnificent and beautiful you couldn’t wait to join the hunt.
You exit the building and say bye. You meet up again with the dragon you met earlier, she nose boops a dragon then approches you, “Nosebooping is a sign of respect in these parts
stick with me and I’ll show you all of the wonders of our home” You would notice the younger generations would be covered in dashingly beautiful radioactive pinstripe patterns. “Oh that? To unify us all with each other and our God, Chalchiu we put on a spell on every new generation that lets them look alike.” You ask what the kind dragon’s name is. “Huh? Oh me? I’m Leal” You wander off in to the village..