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2016-07-24, 05:33 PM
OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?492048-In-the-Service-of-Dragons-OOC)
Grand Council Chamber, Skytooth Mountains, The Ymsearch Vale
14th day of winter, year 287 of the Skytooth Council
Beneath the grandest of the mountains that ring the Ymsearch Vale are the holdings of the mighty Skytooth Council. A network of expansive tunnels and chambers wrought over a millenia by the draconic council and its servants, sized to accomodate all but the greatest of dragons. It is in these chambers that the majority of the council's dragons make their lairs and, in more recent times, in which the business of rulership is conducted.
The grand council chambers are particularly spacious, designed to host the debates of multiple fully grown dragons. Stone walls have been smoothed and artfully engraved, grand murals depicting the myths of dragonkind - among them, Lyterionrinir can make out depictions of her mother. The chamber is filled with an omnipresent soft green glow, the air humming faintly with enchantment to those with the sense for it.
Coiled around the central dias is the sinous form of Councilor Braeterontax. Near her head flits the diminuitive Councilor Vraetaerontijix, the two mismated wyrms deep in whispered debate. A severe looking troll, dreadlocks neatly held in place by golden ties and dressed in formal vest and tie, sit upon the central dias, taking notes at the councilors' direction. More attendants, these dressed in the crimson robes and striking tattoos of the draconic cult, line the walls, awaiting their masters' bidding.
One of the cultists waves you through the smaller service door set in the grand gates that block the passage in, the well-oiled hinges making no sound. You have been summoned here, for the council has need of your talents. Councilor Braeterontax briefly flicks her eyes towards you as you enter before returning to her hushed conversation.
Grand Council Chamber, Skytooth Mountains, The Ymsearch Vale
14th day of winter, year 287 of the Skytooth Council
Beneath the grandest of the mountains that ring the Ymsearch Vale are the holdings of the mighty Skytooth Council. A network of expansive tunnels and chambers wrought over a millenia by the draconic council and its servants, sized to accomodate all but the greatest of dragons. It is in these chambers that the majority of the council's dragons make their lairs and, in more recent times, in which the business of rulership is conducted.
The grand council chambers are particularly spacious, designed to host the debates of multiple fully grown dragons. Stone walls have been smoothed and artfully engraved, grand murals depicting the myths of dragonkind - among them, Lyterionrinir can make out depictions of her mother. The chamber is filled with an omnipresent soft green glow, the air humming faintly with enchantment to those with the sense for it.
Coiled around the central dias is the sinous form of Councilor Braeterontax. Near her head flits the diminuitive Councilor Vraetaerontijix, the two mismated wyrms deep in whispered debate. A severe looking troll, dreadlocks neatly held in place by golden ties and dressed in formal vest and tie, sit upon the central dias, taking notes at the councilors' direction. More attendants, these dressed in the crimson robes and striking tattoos of the draconic cult, line the walls, awaiting their masters' bidding.
One of the cultists waves you through the smaller service door set in the grand gates that block the passage in, the well-oiled hinges making no sound. You have been summoned here, for the council has need of your talents. Councilor Braeterontax briefly flicks her eyes towards you as you enter before returning to her hushed conversation.