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MistyAtNight's Clan

Mighty Lair

near the

Dusk Sanctum

Clan Info

Misty’s Lore

Adult player | she/her | Libra | ND

Abyss of Shadows

Deep within the Tangled Wood, the darkness is so blinding that you start to see things you normally would not. The dragons come out to play almost as if dipped in daylight. The tallest trees roam and groan throughout the Woods. The aroma of frankincense permeates though the thicket, and into a graceful melody of music and tinkering. Here you will find where those who call The Abyss of Shadows home.

The castle of the Royal Court

is not built of stone, but of a more formidable substance: living shadow. It is a masterpiece of dark architecture, an awe-inspiring structure sculpted by the hands of the Umbral Architect, Nivashae. From a distance, its spires seem to pierce the sky, ever-shifting and alive, as if the castle itself breathes. Its walls are a seamless, light-absorbing darkness, providing a constant, serene gloom that befits the clan's name, the Abyss of Shadows.

Within its silent halls, the clan's immense power is on display.It is a fortress of both martial might and unimaginable wealth. In the great vaults, cataloged by the meticulous eye of Siegmeyer and overseen by the sharp calculations of Anastacia, lie vast hoards of treasure. The air hums with the gleam of gold and the scent of ancient scrolls, each piece a carefully guarded part of the clan's heritage.

Deeper within, the sounds of industry cut through the quiet. The rhythmic, powerful clang of Aetherion's hammer echoes from his forge, where he crafts exceptional armor and weaponry from precious metals. This is where the clan's martial strength is born, with Ember, the head of the armor division, directing the flow of these formidable pieces. Throughout the corridors, silent sentinels stand ever-vigilant—the imposing form of Monolith and the swift, subtle presence of Misfortune, patrolling the castle's ever-present shadows, ensuring its secrets are protected and its halls are secure.

From the central square

you can hear the precise ticking of Chronos's intricate clocks, a steady beat beneath the melody of the wind. The air carries the exotic aroma of Oceana's rare smoke leaves, mingling with the heavenly fragrance of Rhapsody's vibrant blooms. Aetherial Artificer Viridian's stall adds a touch of the mystical, humming with the quiet energy of her bottled storms and star-spun relics. Every night, the street is bathed in the magical glow of Andromeda's light manipulations, a stunning backdrop for the bustling stalls.

Amidst the constant flow, there are quiet nooks and personal sanctuaries. At Jasper's lively bar, stories and laughter are exchanged over drinks. Near the town's edge, Aldryd's wooden booth displays beautiful bouquets, a testament to his sly ambition and Rhapsody's quiet pride. For those seeking true serenity, Sapphire's home is a sanctuary of soft, crystal-reflected light and incense, and a short walk away, the perpetual twilight of Sybil's den offers a place to escape the noise and seek truth in the stillness.

Market Street is a living tapestry of life, where the beautiful and the practical, the boisterous and the serene, exist in perfect harmony, each dragon's unique craft contributing to the character of the whole.