fallenskye's Clan

Within the shadowed glade of the fell-dark forest, an ancient relic stands, surviving despite weather and time. Crafted of a strange pale material eerily similar to bone, it juts out of the centre of a circle of leafless trees, bark white as winter and hard as stone. Runes from a time long forgotten are carved upon it, and they seem to almost glow--lambent in faint blue and white.

This is a hidden place, one that not many survive to find; sheltered by the grey pines and the tangled bramble arms that prevent all but a few rays of light from reaching the earthen floor of the clearing.

But there--still and silent as a ghost--lays a massive Guardian, obsidian-black scales gleaming darkly, fell violet eyes aglow with some inner fire. This is her treasure--her home. And none who violate this sacred place escape to see the blessed moonlight again...