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Mighty Lair

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Abiding Boneyard

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The Scrimshaw Clan
alex, 22, they/them

(note to the mods: there might be ip weirdness! i live with my younger sister @dothesnailsyell and i do sometimes play on my phone!)

(disclaimer: in RP, this clan resides among the wandering contagion despite what the page says.)

Skirting the northernmost border of Starfall and the Scarred Wasteland is a sharply-inclined cliffside pass, where a wealth of crystals lie forever anchored into the sun-baked earth by an expansive web of malignant, organic creep. A small scattering of caves dot these crags, overlooking the steep drop to ocean below.

It's the territory of a smaller yet close-knit clan, loosely plague-aligned, whose members are vagabonds with nothing in common save for their own unbelonging.

Any other clan would spurn these dragons, so they found eachother. They foolishly clung to their respective traditions for comfort as they faced all manner of hardship together, and they turned out just fine.

Or so they think.

Lair Tabs:

The Aorta is by far the cliffside's largest tunnel, located rather centrally and immediately visible as a single yawning hole in the rock. Cleverly nicknamed as an metaphor to the living body's largest blood vessel, it does now function something of a main hall. Here, dragons constantly come and go about their business. They work here through the day, eat together in the evenings, and commingle to share their stories.

The Catacombs are many numerous, perhaps labyrinthine smaller tunnels, most of which branch off of the Aorta at random and most of which terminate in yet another dead end. Anyone who needs a safe space to recuperate from plagueland life is free to roost as long as they need… as long as they don't ask any questions about what else happens here.

Vulture's Point is a lookout over the ocean, at the top precipice of the cliff where the land is flat. The farthest end of the Aorta opens up a wingspan beyond, marking all the plateau as clan territory. Plague's bounty festers and grows abundant here. So too must there be danger for those who venture out to reap it.