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Our lair is located in the eastern side of the Molten Scar, lining the coast. We live on the near outskirts of the Ashfall Waste, far from most civilization. Our home is comprised of connected caves and caverns, some of which are located below the surface, others of which are located above the surface. The entrance to our lair is a long, twisting pathway consisting of tectonic plates that crash into each other often, which results in a route that is constantly changing. We do not have a door, our boarder is marked with gas-lit lanterns.
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Naming Traditions
Ahava Claniau, which literally translates to "clan of love," means a sacred place of kindness. This title is typically reserved for places of worship such as temples, churches, or synagogues, however after the Fall,
You also may have noticed many of our members' names derive from human languages and cultures. This is due to private, undisclosed reasons and if questioned on the fact, we will kindly ask you to leave our clan. We take this matter very seriously.
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The Shape-Shifting Expanse
Flight Rising is a continent tucked between France and Italy, however it cannot be found on any human map. In short, Flight Rising, for all intents and purposes, does not exist; The Lightweaver used incredibly powerful camouflaging technology to create a barrier that conceals Flight Rising from the outside world. Were an outsider to try to step over the boundary, they would be simply transported to the other side.
The dragons of Flight Rising are incredibly resourceful, but they know that the human world has much to offer. As such, a group of elite dragons, called the Shifters, have been trained by the Lightweavver herself in such camouflaging in order to disguise themselves and venture into the outside world to acquire new goods and knowledge. Due to their skills, the Shifters were forbidden to venture into the public of Flight Rising, instead hidden in a small camp off the shore of the Southern Icefield and deployed when the goddess saw necessary. The camp later became known as the Shape-Shifting Expanse.
However, there was one dragon unlike the rest. Strong-spirited and unwilling to follow the goddess' orders, Hercules was unhappy in the Shape-Shifting Expanse. He had seen so much of the human world, but none of his own; he had never heard the babbling brooks of the Viridian Expanse, never felt a cooling breeze battle the summer swelter in the Windswept Plateau, never tasted a dripping stalactite in the Southern Icefield. So, against all odds, Hercules escaped the camp; he left behind only a brief, written farewell for his companions, and he was never seen again. But legend has it that the Lightweaver marked him with a curse, an eternal brand to haunt him, remind him of his betrayal. But no one knows what.
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she/her - writer - FR+0 but who prays for lucifer? who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?
-- Mark Twain
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