newblet's Clan

In the land of the Hoverview Vale, a run-down lair stands. It's horrible quality; practically in shambles. From here, you hear the dissonant, horrific melody of what's either Nugget in a Biscuit or Raining Tacos; it all sounds the same, you can't be bothered to decipher the tune from afar. It's dangerous to go alone... so you take nothing with you as you dive deep into the lair.

What you find is awful. There's so many dragons. So little treasure. So little insects. The Arcanist would kneel down and sob at the sight of such a place. That's how terrible it is in here. (can dragons even kneel? can they???)

Despite that, all the dragons are somehow still well-fed, even though their leader is scrambling trying to figure out how to convert seafood into bugs (you can't, like there's no way).

"[Your Flight's God], please help this bumbling buffoon," you utter as you turned to leave.

"Wait!" The leader calls out to you. "I didn't even notice you came here! Come with me, take a look around!"

God Help You.

(cue author's notes about their lair exploding)

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newblet, he/it. i think i'm kinda funny