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Azellia's Clan

we have a proud tradition of failure to uphold

Venerable Lair

hidden within the

Hewn City

Clan Info

Welcome to the Adastraeia Star System; home to a number of gleefully unique and wondrous dragon folk. It's rumored that this particular galaxy was formed by a particularly jarring rift in space. Make yourself at home, but watch out for chunks of cosmic dandruff!
(And those pesky floating eggs ...)

About Me

|| She/Her || 22 || +2 FR Time ||

Hey there! I'm Azellia. I'm an artist and writer with a whole bunch of free time on her hands.

I love tadhops!

About My Lair

At the entrance of the collapsed crystal cavern stood two dragons, high and mighty. A queen from the dark of night, and her king from the light of day, donned in the most elegant of silken apparel. Trudging not far behind them was their advisor. He wore the cloak of a scholar, his onyx-framed glasses angled at the tip of his pointy nose. The land before them - the one they'd been sent to rule - laid in shambles. Tremors shook the earth, the color of the sky jolting, shifting with little rhyme or reason. "Something terrible has happened here," bemoaned the queen. "I hadn't expected such chaos." With a solemn shake of his head, their adviser began to speak. "It's an awfully lengthy tale. If we told you, your compliance would be uncertain. It all began a number of years back, you see... "

It was at the dawn of the first age that the sun and moon rose above Starfall Isle's horizon. From the shells of their arcanic eggs burst the mighty, yet infantile wing of a Mirror and Fae. It was them that ruled over this domain for centuries to come. Inevitably, from their millennia spend side by side, came a nest. Reigning over the dusk came the first, monikered Aten. In his footsteps followed dawn. With dawn came Despina, the late nights and evening, and with her, the enigmatic midday. Of the brood, the most fragile had perished. Frenzied over the death of their runt, the sun and moon slaughtered their remaining young. "What is the dawn without dusk, the rise without the fall?" They reasoned. Appalled by their needless rampage, the Arcanist cast the two from their lands. As rumor claims, one can observe their hollow husks wandering the isles to this very day.

Devoid of a proper cycle of time, the land began spiraling into chaos. An unstable region of unpredictable tendencies; yet of potent elemental energies. Only the bravest of the galaxy dare to tread within. Rife with hardship, a new leadership fights to bring stability to these forsaken grounds.

From the ashes of tragedy rises a budding kingdom.

Thanks for Reading!