Nautisk's Clan

Note: If you buy a dragon from me and are an RP lair, and would like background on parents and things, just let me know. I would be more than happy to throw lore info at you. And I GLADLY accept Hatchling letters. The Enclave likes to know where it's hatchlings have gone in life.

The world yields its secrets. And we will have them. Here at The Nautisk Enclave the halls bustle with the activity of archaeologists and students a like. While there is a constant rotation of dragons on site at digs, there is a lot of work to be done with the artifacts in the lab.

Hanging precariously at the edge of the falls are the halls that house a strange group of archaeologists who seek to collect knowledge lost to the years and the earth for the glory of the Lightweaver.

The Nautisk Enclave is a competitive learning environment and balances between seasoned veterans and starry-eyed students of the field. Dragons come and go from the place, many spending more time out than at their homes inside the honeycomb of a building.

A large number of students of the Nautisk Enclave sacrifice themselves to the direct service of the Lightweaver at a young age. It has been suggested that more respectable academics would do all that was in their power to halt this tragic practice. But the older dragons of the Enclave believe that if these students feel they are not adequate to give back to their deity with found knowledge, devoting themselves entirely to the Lightweaver is the best option for them.

Competition is fierce among students, many of whom are the children of the brightest veterans in the group of archaeologists.

Dragons from all flights are welcomed into the confines of The Enclave, the only admission criteria is a desire to serve the Lightweaver.


Wish List:
All the familiars. All of them.
Five digit and lower ID'd dragons.

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