Kyndrah's Clan

As you look out across the ocean from the cliffs of the Sunbeam Ruins, a golden light catches your eye. Humble columns mark a path down to an outcropping where several dragons are basking. Curious, you venture downwards. These dragons are so varied that it seems that they have nothing in common save for their love of the sea-wind and the golden rays of the sun. As you round the bend, a grand opening in the side of the cliff comes into view, its edges glittering with small white runes that pulse silently. Drawing closer, you can see that the walls of the cave are cluttered with books, armor, and weapons. Near the front is a quaint bar and a large post board where several hatchlings seem to be arguing over a particular piece of paper. Towards the back, the bookshelves seem to coalesce into a copse of cultivated trees which are shaped into benches. A purple guardian in a wizard’s hat seems engrossed in a collection of scrolls strewn about her feet and pays you no mind. Faintly you hear the sound of banging metal and assume down the corridors is a smithy. Before you manage to wander deeper, a light snort behind you breaks your stride. Turning, you find yourself staring into the glowing eyes of a wildclaw bathed in light. He tells you that he is the guild master and inquires whether you are here to join their ranks. You seem confused as you look about the cave entrance. How could you fit into this clan, there is none who are of your blood? The Guild Master snorts again, but you can see a small smile form in the darkness of his hood. He purrs with pride, “It is not blood that binds the dragons of this guild, but their very souls.”