Arcinox's Clan

A recent addition to the Star Wood Strand stands nestled within the undergrowth; a cleverly hidden hollow concealed within the shades until night falls, when it becomes littered with the electric blue of Moonlit Blossoms.

Fear not, weary traveller - the structure is sound and its inhabitants hospitable.

The entrance consists of little more than a makeshift archway, the area within lit only by the symbol of the Arcanist projected on the floor by moonlight. The symbol itself is shaded pink, the colouration from translucent gemstones embedded into the ceiling of the structure. Knocking lightly on the starry bark will alert the dwellers to your presence, the hulking shadow of the clan leader stirring from the depths. The crimson-winged Imperial who guards this place will welcome those who are polite enough in their request. It is not uncommon for visitors to wonder exactly how such a large beast can remain in such a small space, not least considering the size of the clan that is supposed to call this structure its home.

The den is somewhat burrowed, you see, with the majority of its shape hidden beneath the earth. Many tunnels lead out from the main structure of woven branches. The youngest are found in the deepest hollows, placed there in the hopes that intruders will not locate them should the construct be breached. In shallower caverns lay secluded nests and bedding, allowing each clan member to have their own private space. Food stores and hoards of items are also separated, guarded by traps that only the residents themselves could traverse.

The clan leader directs outsiders downwards and East, through to a hollow lit by candlelight. Within, rows and rows of books sit neatly along the edges, aligned by topic and alphabet. At the back lies a desk of sorts littered with scrawled notes and runes.

A familiar, wooden podium sits in the centre of the room, its surrounding candles lit with a purple flame. Etched into its face is once again the symbol of the Arcanist, this time edged in scratches and scars. Atop the podium lies a letter, although this one is far neater than the last: