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 Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 10:44 am
high in the peaks of the eastern mountains, a Wern for dragons lie. There are holes in the cliffs, small man made caves, that act as the houses for the Wern. There is a central complex high on the peek of the mountain. It contains all the necessary rooms of the Wern. Inside are the hatching rooms, where gold and green dragons lay their eggs, waiting for them to hatch, and where new hopefuls come, hopping to be chosen by a young dragonling. The hatching grounds are surrounded by benches, for audiences to watch this rare, but prestigious event.
There also lies a kitchen and dinning halls, for the humans that run the place. Dragons riders and non-dragon riders come here to eat. Even the the mighty dragon riders has help to maintain this place, though here, the riders rule.
Dragons often catch goats and cows that live in caged areas near the complex for their food. They swallow their food whole, letting a single cow or goat fill them for days, if not weeks.
The only way around the Wern is by dragon, or flying around. Each rider is responsible for their dragons, and may have their homes however they wish.
This is the Wern of the Rising Sun!
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 1:42 pm
In the hatching chamber, a large gold dragon sits, waiting for her eggs to hatch. A crowd has come to watch the hatching, as well as the binding if the few chosen for the event.
One of the eggs down there starts to wiggle as the hopeful few start to gather near, waiting to see if they are to be bonded with a mighty dragon.
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