Dia

The shrieking wilds; a place of beauty, and the horror of pure natural might. Generations of past rot in the undergrowth. The canopy is alight with bright wings and winds. Diving into the shrubs, one can find a sharp pair of eyes peering into the forest clearing. They are here to watch, guard and protect. No one must know of the great treasure hidden below, and if they searched a swift death will follow.

Through a small hole in the ground, you’ll find a winding, labyrinthine tunnel stretching for miles. A drop of dew forms on a stalactite...falls, and lands on a ghostly nose.

She sneezes and then plunges into clear pool. Swimming and swimming through underground rivers , she reaches the main chamber. The warm light of magical torches dance along the walls,and she pokes her head above the water surface. The watery dragon is greeted by a bellowing voice, echoing across the rocky tunnels.

“What do you mean I can’t bring corpses in here anymore!?“ A ghastly Wildclaw appeared truly distressed.

“First of all, it’s just not sanitary,” a brown speckled Imperial yelled, “Secondly, you’re little projects are drawing the bugs from my garden!”

“But how am I--”
“That’s ENOUGH! The both of you stop yelling!!”

A surly female voice roared through the tunnels. The two dragons shrunk. They decided to take their argument outside lest they face the wrath of the voice’s owner. The swimming dragon sighed and sank into the depths.