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Illyrael's Clan

May the light guide you home

Ancient Lair

Lanternlea Port

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She squinted and peered around her. Light. All was light. The sun's rays bouncing off the water, each wave rippling the whole expanse, all the way to the horizon. It was bright, uncomfortably so. Crumbled pillars leaned haphazardly against each other, like so many bleached bones. She had led them to a graveyard. All around them, bones. The most prominent one of all, a crumbling tower overlooking the sea. The ruins of an ancient civilization, long gone.

Behind her, the soft voices of her lair-mates. Her friends. Her family. Quiet murmurs, laced through with a thread of uncertainty. They were afraid, she knew. Anxious. Where had she brought them? Was there more to their journey? Was this their new home?

A soft breeze rippled her fur. As if to remind her of where she had been. “You could go back,” it seemed to say. It stirred the pale green grass. “You could go back, to the kites and windstorms, the laughter transported along the currents. There was happiness there. You could try again to belong.”

For one brief moment, she was tempted. To give in to the self-doubt, the fears that she could overhear from the others, whispered in the dark when they thought she slept. She didn't sleep. She couldn't. How could she rest, when she had chosen to uproot herself, once again, in the seemingly endless quest of finding a home? How could she sleep, when this time, against all odds, the motley crew that had gathered around her decided to follow her on this seeming fool's errand?

What had she done?

No. She couldn't turn back. Everyone was counting on her. She had led them this far, had brought them clear across the world, through hostile lands of fire and lightning. To this land of endless light. And ruin.

But there was life here, too. The grass at her feet, washed-out in the bright light, but hardy. Its sweet scent wafting up to tickle her nostrils. Surrounding the ruins, intensely coloured redwood trees casting welcome shade. Cheery birdsong punctuating the stillness. Above the water, small specks flying to and fro, vague echoes of laughter adrift on the gentle breeze.

Dragons.

And in the distance, the shattered remains of what must have been a city, its regularly-spaced ruins casting deep shadows. Curiosity stirred within. She wanted to know more. More about this place, about the dragons who inhabited it, the one who ruled it, and about the ones who had been here millennia before. There was so much to learn, and she wanted to discover it all.

Suddenly, a wave of warmth and peace washed over her.

And she knew.

Like so many before her, the Lightweaver had seen her, had recognized the yearning deep inside. And issued a welcome to her new children.

“We're here. We're home.”

Credits Bio layout: Abril; Flight Banner: TheMythril; Tundra Emblem: Drytil; Flight Bird: minjyui

Self-guide for Baldwin:

Materials - ooze
Food - goo
Familiars - muck
Other - sludge
Apparel - slime