[columns][emoji=candle size=1][nextcol][center][font=cambria][size=4]Wind rips though the air, the sand stinging your hide as you search for shelter. It has become increasingly dim, and you know there must be a massive storm on the horizon.
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[item=historical text][nextcol][center][font=sylfaen][size=4]Fleeing from a massive storm, and a parade of cursed, Llsahcleft den is merely a collection of ramshackle tents, sheltering near a small rock. The dragons here are friendly, but worn down. The survivors of some cataclysm, still struggling to stay alive and find a new home.
The tents are exposed on all sides but one, and wind whips through constantly, kicking up sand and dust, and blowing away anything lighter than a hatchling that isn't nailed to the ground.
There's a lantern at one of the edges, there to signal a designated entrance, and somehow still lit in the fierce winds. However, if one can find the place without the light- they could walk in from wherever. [/size][/font][/center][nextcol][/columns]
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Wind rips though the air, the sand stinging your hide as you search for shelter. It has become increasingly dim, and you know there must be a massive storm on the horizon.
Then, through the sand- you notice a faint light.
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Fleeing from a massive storm, and a parade of cursed, Llsahcleft den is merely a collection of ramshackle tents, sheltering near a small rock. The dragons here are friendly, but worn down. The survivors of some cataclysm, still struggling to stay alive and find a new home.
The tents are exposed on all sides but one, and wind whips through constantly, kicking up sand and dust, and blowing away anything lighter than a hatchling that isn't nailed to the ground.
There's a lantern at one of the edges, there to signal a designated entrance, and somehow still lit in the fierce winds. However, if one can find the place without the light- they could walk in from wherever.
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A collection of dragons, out in the middle of desert plains, searching for a new realm. They shelter in a tents made of tattered cloth.
They flee a catastrophe that struck their home-realm. Demons and cursed creatures follow after them, and a massive storm churns in sight. It causes the sky to always be dim, and harsh winds to rip through camp, kicking up dust.
A collection of dragons, out in the middle of desert plains, searching for a new realm. They shelter in a tents made of tattered cloth.
They flee a catastrophe that struck their home-realm. Demons and cursed creatures follow after them, and a massive storm churns in sight. It causes the sky to always be dim, and harsh winds to rip through camp, kicking up dust.
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