Griffon Wing Keep

Who: Dorian, Open
What: Welcoming Newcomers
When: Friday
Where: The Courtyard
Warnings: TBD
Status: Open to All, Game is open


The courtyard was bustling with people, and overflowing with sounds and smells of life in a desert climate. The sun was beating down, harsh and unforgiving, and those who were not use to the heat of the Western Approach were doing their best to stay in the shade and under overhangs. And under it all, was a slight hint of unease, as if everyone was waiting for something.

There was a flash of light, and when it was gone, there stood a person, looking very out of place and confused. There was a sigh from the shade of an archway, and from the shadows stepped a tall man with dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. He was dressed in red dragonhide pants and boots, a matching clock clasped over his shirt and vest. He approached the newcomer, a small smile in place, and bowed slightly.

"Welcome to Griffon Wing Keep. This must be very confusing for you, but if you follow me, we will get you settled in and explain what is going on."