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We are but a candle at the altar of knowledge.

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Found on a banner somewhere in the clan:

We are but a candle at the altar of knowledge.
We light the pages upon which the truths are written, and guide the lost to where they are kept.

We are the watchers, and the protectors, of any who wish to seek, and any who are lost upon the innumerable steps which lead to the altar.

Crystalline talons drag at the sky, making it bleed with magical energy and wonder. Though the days have been long and hard in traveling to this place, now you find yourself in the company of a guardian. She is imposing, but somehow not all that frightening. It could be the softness of her eyes, or perhaps just the fact that the place in which you find yourself is strewn with tiny glass beads, each of which catches and throws the light across the ground in glittering drops of color. "Come." She says simply, and so you do. Be it curiosity or because there is little choice in the matter, you feel compelled to walk in the footsteps of the dragon.

You begin to notice that the ground is sloping downward, into a great chasm where the sun becomes more and more obscured as you go on. Soon, the only light comes from the light glistening off of the spires, the air an almost effervescent violet color. Dragons of every sort move to and fro around you, busy and focused, but curious about you as well.

Some pause to watch you for a moment, before continuing on. Somewhere, nearby, you can hear a rush of water. "Don't be afraid." The dragon you had been following has stopped now. "He wishes to meet you."

She gestures to a vine-laden opening in the crystal, and as you enter within, warm firelight blooms against the smooth walls of the cavern. A small dragon tilts his head at you as you approach,and there is a moment of silence as he regards you. "I am Volyria," he says eventually, lifting off of the stand of pillows he had been lounging upon. He wears a cloak that rivals the lair's own beauty, as violet as the spires themselves, but despite clearly being the leader by the way the others regarded him, he seems humble, as if he doesn't quite see himself as their patriarch. "You have nothing to fear, for as long as you are here."

Hi, my name is Meg, or you can call me Ember. I'm a 27 year old dragon lover. I love friend requests, and enjoy giving gifts when I can. Feel free to visit. I don't bite any more than Volyria does!

... Take that how you will.