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Jemondial's Clan
Now, you're MY prisoner!
Clan Info
You're in the Viridian Labyrinth. Deeper in the woods, you notice the trees grow denser; the light dimmer. The forest is quiet, though every now and again the screech of some hidden animal will pierce the silence. After a while, you almost think you can hear another sound, something akin to machinery? You begin to travel towards the noise, growing louder with every step. You push through a clump of bushes and find yourself in an open space, dotted with dug-out caves and crawling with all manner of filthy dragons. As you begin to move through the crowds, you notice it's difficult without bumping into someone toiling in the dirt, flinging hateful looks your way. You begin to wonder if you should be here. You find yourself face-to-face with a scarred Skydancer, much cleaner than those around him, lounging on fine silks. He looks at you with disdain. Suddenly, you're being pushed out of the way, out of the lair, by a grime-smeared Pearlcatcher. Suddenly he stops, his focus captured by another dragon calling him. He leaves you alone, and you find yourself able to explore by your own volition... though maybe you should avoid the Skydancer. |
In the shadows of the fallen forest exists the Chainvine Enclave, run by the tyrannical rule of the Skydancer Tuhkat. His operation runs on a class system consisting of the Favored, the Neutral, and the Unfavored.
The Favored have the most benefits and luxuries, able to see themselves as the pinnacle of the food chain, quite literally, they get to eat first. The Neutral aren't really much, they just fit in between, leading mediocre or tedious lives, sharing a cave with two others. They eat after the Favored. The Unfavored are usually builders and workers, doing all the hard labor and dirty work that no one else wants to do, all to satisfy the empire-expanding ideals of Tuhkat. A lot of illegal business goes through here, and many of the dragons have been to prison at least once. Not considered the homiest of Clans.
"Weeds and vines that strangle and steal, clawing to the top of the canopy--survival in a way that the cursed Plaguelands will never truly understand. A food chain ruled by the cruelest of masters. The heavy, oppressive humidity of the jungle, an itch you can't quite scratch on the back of your neck, cold sweat dripping down your spine. Everything about this place is wrong, somehow. Not even the Gladekeeper can fathom the cruelty her children are capable of. Wanderers, heed the signs. Stop when you hear the machinery and feel that uncomfortable heat, and leave while you still can." 2nd lore blurb by shanncrafter, emblem by @quin, pixel banners by @poleris |
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