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The Singing Heart cannot be broken, but it can grow weary.

Ancient Lair

floating upon the

Cloudsong

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Previous Mistral Guild Co-Leader, and proud Knight of Space...
at your service

Welcome to Anthem

The sweet, clear sound of bells reaches your ears. You stop your movements to hone in on the fluttering noise.

"Sing on, sing on... sharing a common tongue
The singing- there was so much singing there!
Sing on, sing on... voices and thoughts as one!
The singing heart is always open
It's beating out- alive and free
The singing heart cannot be broken
Speak to one another with songs...
Singing for all eternity..."

The light, airy voice flits about you, easing a sigh from your chest, and your body relaxes a bit. It sounds as sweet and clear as a choir of bells and chimes all conducted by a lazy wind, yet not busting out your eardrums like a bunch of bells ringing at once might. The more you listen to it, the more certain you are that the chiming sound is no instrument. You see a female Tundra lying on her side amidst the billowing green grasses of the Windswept Plateau.

Her fur, chocolate, her wings, beige, and the glittering gems bonded to her body, a deep shade of maroon. She is singing the same lines over and over, a certain kind of reverence in her pleasant voice. Her voice is soft and gentle. You want to keep listening to the beautiful sound, and to get closer.

You take a step towards the Tundra, but as soon as you take your first step, the sweet sound cuts off, and the Tundra is on her feet.
She looks to you warily, bur her lime-green gaze is soft underneath the hesitance. She raises her head to cast a look to the cliff face- to the arching opening that yawns at its base.
Turning back to you, the female Tundra says nothing... but turns and quickly dashes away, the cape fastened around her neck fanning out behind her as she makes her escape. You frown, wishing she would have kept on singing and not run away... but you make your way over to the cave in pursuit anyways.

"Hello, hello, friend- or at least for your sake... I hope you are a friend... oh you who enters my lair."

A light, but low voice hums as you step inside the arched entryway of a dragon lair. You look around, peering into the darkness to search for the where the rumbling voice came from- or for any sign of the brown Tundra- but you find nothing.

Suddenly, a mighty gust careens into you- nearly carrying you right out of the entrance- but you stand firm. Bright, lime-colored eyes flick open and slowly move towards you... as the creature steps into the light, it is revealed that a large Guardian dragon is the one who tossed the earlier gale at you. She slowly folds her massive black wings away, lumbering over to where you stand, mildly startled, but not too shaken.

"Be you friend, or foe? Beware before you answer- no matter which you identify as... it would do you well to be on your best behavior.

"My name is Meirolee, I am the matriarch of this lair. I welcome you into my domain, feel free to look around, but be careful not to stray... this is a rather large lair- I'd hate for you to get lost-"

"Oh Meirolee, my dearest matriarch, do try and keep from terrifying our guests," another voice calls, this one tinted with a note of amusement. Trotting easily from around a bend is a male Tundra. His coat is a midnight speckle struck through with rose crackle. He wears a steady smile on his face, a black hat on his head, pink feather attachments to his tail and wings, and holds a pink rose gently in his jaws. Meirolee looks down to him and swishes her mighty brown tail.

"I have my reasons, BrightDown, but I will relent for now. If you wish you may show the newcomer around." Meirolee gives you one last wary look before turning and leaving you and BrightDown standing at the entrance of the lair.

A soft shuffling is heard, and as you squint into the darkness of the lair behind BrightDown, another Tundra-shaped dragon creeps into view. As soon as the female stops beside BrightDown, he smiles warmly at her, opening one of his wings to wrap around the smaller Tundra's shoulders and pull her close. He bends slightly to nuzzle the brown Tundra affectionately, and she returns the gesture with a broad smile on her face and a small, delighted noise. BrightDown flicks his gaze to you once more. "Welcome, stranger. This is my darling, Joyful, and we welcome you to the lair under the careful watch of Meirolee. She keeps a sharp eye on everything here- that's a true Guardian dragon if I've ever met one. Welcome to the Anthem, enjoy your visit."

The two Tundras lead you around the very bend from which they entered, Joyful looking back to motion you forward eagerly as the Tundras plod on in front of you. As you turn after them, the cave opens up to a sudden brightly lit doorway followed by a burst of unexpectedly fresh air; once you recover from your temporary blindness, you open your eyes to a magnificent sight. The scene before you is, quite literally, heavenly.

Several large, connected platforms spanning in several directions seem to stretch and shift in the endless skyscape...
You take a step onto this strange mirage only to find that it is completely solid - and that several dragons are even walking around on its massive length. Seeing many other very different floating platforms somehow holding fast in the SKY... you place a hand on your head- this is somewhere between frightening and wonderful... you cannot decide.

The Anthem Never Ends