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BobolGrobol's Clan

my talents include staying in bed and doing nothing

Ancient Lair

carved into the

Cloudscrape Crags

Clan Info

Hi! I'm BobolGrobol, but most people call me Bob. My pronouns are she/they. In general, I love five things: Pokémon, the Elder Scrolls, animals, sleeping, and the cold. I'm not super talkative, but feel free to send me a friend request or PM!

۰ • ● ❄ Lore❄ ● • ۰

You are one of the curious travelers foolish enough to traverse the Fortress of Ends, searching for your fame and treasure in the tall spires and deep caverns.
Your memory up until now is a blur. All you can remember is starting your expedition at the base of the Cloudscrape Crags in a group of dragons with similar aspirations to yours. It seems like only mere seconds ago, but you know that it has been longer than that.
They are all gone now. It is only you, laying in a snow bank motionless as the gray storm swirls over you like a collective of ghosts and spirits.
A sense of desperation begins to overcome you. It crawls over your body, seeping into you like the Shade. You can barely even feel your wings anymore; you are unsure if it is from fear or frostbite. Either way, you need to escape the blizzard you were caught up in as soon as possible.
With weak and shaky legs, you rise, helplessly trudging through the snow until you find somewhere, anywhere, to take shelter.
What seems like hours later, you find a gaping cave. Its entrance seems to let much of the blizzard into the confines of the cave, but it is all you can find at the moment. You cannot exactly afford to be picky at a moment like this.
With this in mind, you enter, feeling your bones rattle with chill as you step into the maw of the cave. Immediately, you dive behind a stalagmite in a feeble attempt to shield yourself from the lashing whips of the storm.
Finally you find your hope diminishing; you are getting sick of waiting for the blizzard to break. If it did not, you would surely die here, but could not re-enter the storm either for fear of the same fate.
Out of frustration, you lightly bang your head against the wall, letting out a cry. You recoil, though, at the unexpected sound it makes: clank!
Ordinary rocks did not make that sound. In fact, that sounded like metal.
Curiosity piqued, you brush away some of the snow and debris covering it up to find a strange blue metal doorway surrounding a slab of rock. You do the same to the slab it surrounds. There is a mysterious sigil on it that resembles the ice flight's symbol. As soon as you touch it, the slab descends into the ground, revealing a passage. It seems that the slab of rock is actually a door disguised to match the rest of the cave.
Eager to finally find a true shelter away from the snowstorm, you make your way through the passage, the door closing behind you automatically after your whole body is inside. You do not care, though, because you do not plan on going back out any time soon.
The passage is well-lit due to the abundance of bioluminescent flower-like organisms that grow on vines running up and down the walls. They come in many different colors, creating a brilliant and shining display that simply awes you. This, what you have discovered, is unlike the rest of the Southern Icefield. Everything was a frozen wasteland, but this... it was truly amazing compared to that.
You shake off your marvel at the sight and carry on. You see more strange flora as you get further into the passage until, finally, you reach an open space that takes your breath away even more so that the initial stages of the passage. Growths of glowing crystal adorn much of the walls here along with the odd flora. Lanterns, each a different color, hang on a string that connects to various posts. Your eyes follow the string of lanterns from post to post, until it ends. The end of the string is connected to a tree-sized mushroom. There are more of these mushrooms scattered throughout the cave as you venture through.
Eventually, you come to a spherical room, even more spacious and open than the last. You immediately notice the sigil from earlier etched into the ceiling. It allows light in from the surface, it seems. It also lets in snow, but the linings of the sigil are thin enough to keep too much from getting in.
There are different levels shown by indents in the rocky walls. Each indent is lined with lairs that house different dragon families. This continues along the edge of the circle until it comes back to the single opening in the front, where you are standing.
At the bottom of this room, there are three mushrooms, even bigger than the tree-sized ones. These ones are... pillar-sized. They are decorated with the same lanterns from earlier.
At the base of the mushrooms there are bustling markets and actual trees. You are confused by this, as you have been led to believe that the only wildlife like that was in the Snowsquall Tundra.
Still agape with wonder, you turn to read the sign right next to you. It is another large slab of rock, though you can tell it is not a door. It portrays a message: "WELCOME TO ROGUE'S REST."
You turn back to the sight in front of you. How could something like this even happen? This was surely not the Ice flight's own creation. No, this was due to the effort of multiple flights. You see influences of Nature in the trees and Shadow in the mushrooms, influences of Earth in the carved lairs... Even the lanterns could be considered to be of the Light flight. Perhaps this was some sort of collaboration of different flights to create a haven in the icy grip of the Fortress. One thing is for sure, though: your journey here is just beginning.