Hiblins' Clan

Our lair:

Within the Gladeveins, there is a rocky cliff, near the bottom of which a massive weeping willow is firmly rooted among lichen blanched boulders. Moss, mottled with colorful blossoms, fills a huge crack in the sunlit southern face of the mighty trunk. Along the crack, intricate runes carved into the bark by Wildclaws glow and run up the trunk, telling tales of victory, as it twists and bends up toward the light, giving way to dozens of mighty boughs in all directions. One reaches out and drapes its leafy tendrils down, into the mist from the adjacent crystal-clear waterfall. Droplets form among the leaves, catching the light, like a curtain of glittering diamonds. Up in the canopy, Pearlcatchers gossip and snooze among the viney philodendrons, orchids, and other plants that have taken root in the crooks and crannies of the huge branches. More light gleans through, dappling the plush green floor below, illuminating the occasional amber Fae roost. From the bank of the waterfall’s pool, a carpet of clover reaches toward the willow, and thins to dirt near the edge of its web of roots. Creeping their way through heaps of rocks and boulders, some roots intertwine to form secure nests, and others frame the entrances to Tundra burrows. Suddenly, the moss at the trunk of the Great Willow begins to shift. It stretches out from its hollow and the blossoms... fly away? Oh, those are Faes, and that moss is instead Eve, a great green Guardian, the clan matriarch, catching the last of the afternoon sun.

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I still don't know what's good among the population, but I know what I like, so I'm sticking to that. Just as almost everyone else here, I have too many projects in mind and never enough treasure/gems.