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fredddio's Clan

beneath the mountains music woke

Ancient Lair

hidden within

Cairnstone Rest

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Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

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Deep in Dragonhome, amidst the swirling sands and the scorching sun, mountains jut up from the desert floor, jagged and unforgiving. Hidden amongst the peaks nestles a little valley: a lifegiving river flowing from the peak of a nearby mountain. The ruins of a great city lie here, carved deep into the mountains themselves. Here is where the Silver Guard, a group of former mercenaries, has chosen to stake their claim, amongst the bones of a long dead civilization. Now the group makes a living off the deep mines, rich with ore, offering a place of rest to weary or lost travelers. It seems an idyllic place, but something catastrophic once brought this place to its knees, and could always strike once again...

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FoxOwl said

March 17, 2020 22:18:35

Leggy

Silvereil said

March 02, 2020 20:57:35

*Crunching noises echo in your lair. Somewhere inside, there is a piebald Mirror baby chewing on a Trident. He only pauses to burp up a tailor's needle and some Ferocious Leather Boot pieces before going back to chewing the trident.*

Silvereil said

February 12, 2020 19:39:51

*The ghost of a piebald mirror baby charges through your lair in a rage. He grabs the trident of a nearby dragon and tries to eat the handle before giving up, eating a rock instead, and then yelling as he runs off to the next random lair.*

Silvereil said

February 06, 2020 05:44:00

*A piebald Mirror baby totters into the lair, spontaneously burps up a pair of Leather Aviator Gloves, and then waddles off again.*