Le0na's Clan

We are one in heart and mind

Deep in the writhing wastes, at the foot of the wound, you may find a crevice. One mar on the landscape among many, this slash in the ground is different. Should you shoulder past the debris and dripping things no sane mind wishes to contemplate the contents of, you will find yourself within the writhing walls of The Boundless Asylum.
Dragons from all corners of Sorineth make their homes in the Bonewalls. Be they members who found their way or were found by The Boarderless. The ribs of something massive keep contagion from swallowing the lair. Magic reinforces them, and small outcoves are literally dug into the flesh walls if a private room is required. Sinuous tendrils cross the lair, connecting rooms and holding tensile magic, balancing Shade's enchantment of the Bonewalls.
The Plague only accepts the strong, and who stronger than the bits and pieces the world tried to stomp out. Those chewed up and spat out, the different, the wrong, the spectrum, and those who thought there was no where else to turn. Those only paces away from biting their own tail off, desperate to show the world that something they did mattered.

Protective of our own, we will go to the ends of Sorineth if one of our lair is in danger.

There were once thoughts of leaving the wasteland, but no. We have been here too long and there is nowhere else to settle. We have grown too large to move so drastically. We shall make the best of our place in this realm.


Wishlist includes scars, a Golden Idol, a Bone Fiend, Cranial Hornhelm, Golem Gauntlet, Solar Blades, and Boneyard Tatters.