Rhapsoidos' Clan

Sceadu's lair was simple but home. The crags he found overlooking the Sea of a Thousand Currents were ideal, wending and shattered, filled with mist and shadows. The damp and cool air was just perfect, and the deep cavern he had carved out was carefully lined with deadwood and driftwood alike. Along the rotting timbers, glowing mushrooms and lichen had taken hold, casting a subtle kaleidoscope of colours to illuminate his home. He created a myriad of strange kinetic mobiles made from the bones of his kills and shiny bits he collected along the coast. He used these to adorn his immediate territory and entrance to the cave. A bit macabre, to be sure, but in the shifting mists and strange glows of creatures and plant life alike, they had an eerie beauty. The Mirror was happy, this was truly home and no one would ever roust him from this secretive lair.