Klei's Clan

Far out in the middle of the treacherous wasteland that the dragons of Plague call home is a peculiar territory walled in by stone bricks covered in brambles. The needlessly ornate design of the main gate and the colorful stone pathway leading inside stick out like a sore thumb against the empty surrounding land, for although its leader is staunchly devoted to the concept of survival of the fittest, she hardly sees that as a reason to abandon grace and beauty. The pathway is lined with the prettiest plants capable of thriving here, attracting all manner of hardy creatures to this veritable oasis. Despite many of the homes here being surrounded by fences made of enormous ribs jutting out of the ground, the atmosphere is bizarrely welcoming. Even from the outside, the smell of freshly-cooked prey wafts through the air.

This lair is known by its inhabitants as the Toxic Garden; though some believe it to be a means of mockery towards Nature and the Gladekeeper, the truth is simply that the territory's leader has a fondness for plants. Hatchlings are raised communally, and though they are expected to know who their biological parents are, parental favoritism is strongly frowned upon.

The dragons here come from all walks of life. Some, like its leader, were born into Plague. Others pledged their loyalty to the Plaguebringer later in life. Still others simply don't have anywhere else to go. Aconitum, an adept sweet-talker, has pulled many a lost soul into her web of hope and lies. When a dragon of sufficient merit needs a home, she will be whoever she must to bring them in. A caring friend. A playful sister. A doting mother. From her elegant, affable demeanor, one could be forgiven for not realizing that she views each and every one of the dragons beneath her as a mere means to an end.