RoryRogue's Clan
Kos, or some say kosm...
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In your travels, you exhaust yourself over the Shattered Isles, and take rest on a wooded islet bordering the jagged mountainside. Here, you are welcomed by the Cosmic Universiry.
Students and faculty alike give you strange, peering looks as you pass, as if they'd never seen another dragon before at all. You've heard many rumors of this clan, patrons of The Arcanist, that click in your mind: did they really perform sacrificial rituals to unnameable energies? Did their studies really involve live, unwilling subjects? Do their srudents really have a reputation for going mad with the pursuit of knowledge?
Though the atmosphere is dark, you are welcomed by a Ridgeback of darkened scales, introducing themselves as Professor Ebras. She seems quietly excited to show you around the University, preaching just as quietly of it's merits, as if attempting to recruit you...
Though as you pass by sealed rooms in the great lecture hall, echoing with distorted roars and hisses, dread creeps under your scales. A congregation of students is gathered at the balcony, howling and cackling at the moon. You may ask Ebras where you are going, but your words are drowned out by her voice, bragging about the establishment's nonexistent acclaim.
Students and faculty alike give you strange, peering looks as you pass, as if they'd never seen another dragon before at all. You've heard many rumors of this clan, patrons of The Arcanist, that click in your mind: did they really perform sacrificial rituals to unnameable energies? Did their studies really involve live, unwilling subjects? Do their srudents really have a reputation for going mad with the pursuit of knowledge?
Though the atmosphere is dark, you are welcomed by a Ridgeback of darkened scales, introducing themselves as Professor Ebras. She seems quietly excited to show you around the University, preaching just as quietly of it's merits, as if attempting to recruit you...
Though as you pass by sealed rooms in the great lecture hall, echoing with distorted roars and hisses, dread creeps under your scales. A congregation of students is gathered at the balcony, howling and cackling at the moon. You may ask Ebras where you are going, but your words are drowned out by her voice, bragging about the establishment's nonexistent acclaim.
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