7thUtopia's Lair

Rusted Crown

Trinkets

This crown was not made for a dragon, though it's fun to balance it on your head.

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This is deepest pit of the catacombs where the air is muggy and filled with the scent of rot. There's an uncomfortable give underfoot as the floor squishes with every step, and the very walls writhe as if alive, covered in an unknown substance.

It's here the leaders of the tribe gather, round a table cobbled from bone and sinew. This council is responsible for guiding the clan in day-to-day activities and maintaining order.