Cloud

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As the air balloon's puff of flame sputters and you begin to descend, you crane your neck over the edge of the bamboo basket and are greeted by the sight of the huge, bustling and windy coastal city along the Reedcleft Ascent, a series of sheer and narrow cliffs high above the tumbling ocean waters.

The feathery Tundra piloting the balloon fiddles with the mechanisms and with a jolt, your descent accelerates. He grips the steer with his claws and spins it with a jovial hoot, green eyes sparkling behind his goggles and airy tunic flapping in the wind. Maneuvering the aircraft expertly into one of the docks and tossing a rope taut around an anchor ensures a steady landing - only one of your suitcases jostles and topples at the sudden stop.

Undoing the woven doorlatch and swinging it open, the pilot turns to you and, adjusting the fluffy cap on his head, helps heave your belongings onto the wooden dock. "Hope ye enjoy yer stay!" he huffs hospitably, "Thanks for flyin' Cloud Airlines!"

You nod with a smile and gather your belongings, righting your own adornments before settling into a stride. The cacophonous clattering of claws and aircrafts behind you slowly fades into the harmonious sounds of the main city of Cloudy Coast itself. A few minutes' walk later and you're surrounded by colorful dragons, cobblestone bumping the wheels of your bags as you attempt to navigate toward the nearest - and only - inn, marked brightly on the small map you're clutching haphazardly in your foreclaw. The sights and sounds of the city uplift your spirits...

All manner of kites, lanterns, flags, pinwheels, and bells tethered to bamboo structures intersperse with buildings holding steady against the constant breeze carrying scents of seasalt and apple cider. They're arranged in a large terraced semi-circle, surrounding a central plaza housing a huge spiraled structure of bamboo platforms held up by large balloons. You haven't seen anything like it before - each floor of the structure is decorated generously with all kinds of merchant stalls selling all kinds of goods and services.

As you tilt your head skyward in awe, you hear an uproarious cheer and the bellow of a large horn - you whip your head around in time to see the figures of flying dragons wearing scarves and goggles whiz by, dodging cliffs and weaving in and around hoops. A sizeable crowd of spectators had gathered along the cliff's edge. Dragon racing!

With stars in your eyes, you make your way to the Night Tundra Tavern, which you can now see. More stalls are being set up around the plaza as you pass by, barrels of supplies and decorations being carted in and strung up and stocked in preparation for the festival just around the corner. The cool breeze inspires visions of nights of celebration and drinking and feasting to come.

Welcome... to Cloudy Coast!

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