Updates:
October 05, 2004: The first offical clutch will be held at the end of the Victory Dance. It will consist of no more than a dozen eggs, and no likelihood of a Chaos. Get yer bad boys (and girls) ready. The beasties are on their way.
The banished world of Sistarrist Drakan rests on one of the outer rims of the Dragon's Eye galaxy. Created by the powers of Ripple in Time, a black Sawney dragon and member of the Warren, this world's sole purpose is to hold the exiled hydras of Tris'Hath.
The earth is a smooth yet sharply cracked layer of lava glass, gleaming a sickly green in the pale light of the world's three moons. The scarce shrubbery that does grow there is harsh and usually poisonous to the touch. Black, gnarled stumps of trees twist up from the ground, tangling their bony branches among each other. The erratic sound of brittle branches is accented by the night's complete calm. An eerie silence that shouldn't exist anywhere but a world of death. Most of the atmosphere has been deemed unbreathable, though that doesn't affect the current inhabitants.
Toth and Vienna, lord and lady of the hydras reside on this world after having been finally banished by Mystic Dragon and her dragon riders. The porous ground beneath the surface of this black world has been mapped out as a home for their kind. Numerous tunnels now snake beneath the surface, some collapsing periodically because of the weak soil. The tunnels run so deep that heat from the core of the world naturally ventilates through them. No one passes lower then 100 ft. below the surface for fear of the poisonous gas that floats up with the heat.
Only the stupidly brave venture to this world. Few rarely leave alive (or at least with their mind intact). Each day, the land screams in agony and torment. At night, only a deathly chill fills the air.
There are few choices of what to do on this world, leaving being the most prominent. Below is a list of your choices. After that, you're on your own.
