MurkForge

A Flight Rising Blog Welcome to MurkForge! A stray group of Refugees and runaways from the Blackwater Clan. MurkForge was founded by an old Imperial who ran a giant forge smack dab in the middle of the place. It fuels the clan and is the heart of the Night Market. Though many years have passed since the founders created MurkForge, it is to this day an active part of the Light Domain. Here, dragons from all over set up shops, drop stories to the visitors and have a humble community. However, when a small red dragon made its home here, things started getting weird... and this is where it starts..

[kingcrustacean]

I wondered what happened after we kicked out Coat Guy for being a visitor so I made a what-if comic

[bottleofteeth]

Welcome to

Dollar Spines

"A Store Dedicated to the Dragons, By Dragons, FROM the Dragons"

Will You Enter?

A signboard perched at the entrance bears the shop’s slogan, which seems to echo in the space as if spoken by a chorus of hidden voices. The implication is clear—the items within are imbued with the essence of dragons, all crafted or collected by their own fiery hands. The store's exterior was a complex lattice of twisted iron and darkened glass, clearly weathered. The door creaked ominously as it opened, revealing a musty interior that thrummed with an unsettling atmosphere. Each inch of Dollar Spines was crammed with an honorable collection of bones, skulls, and oddities, their forms illuminated by flickering fairy lights that coiled around the shelves. The air was thick with the mingling scents of old parchment and smoky incense. Everywhere glittered curiosities – ancient dragon bones shaped into pendants, translucent scales mounted in amber, and even small jars filled with fluttering, luminescent fireflies. Glittering in the display case, the bones of a wyvern lay artfully arranged. A rusted chest in the corner held a chaotic mix of items tangled together in a jumble: the shattered remnants of a dragon's heart, wickedly curved horns from a Minotaur, and a mishmash of brittle dragonfly wings.

Fang or Foe?

One of the shop’s most peculiar offerings was the "Fang for Foe" service. For every chimera fang sent Bhaalspawn's way, he would deliver a "gift package" to the intended target of whoever the patron asks. Operated with a curious blend of mischief, this service turned mere transactions into elaborate, often hilarious schemes. To initiate this peculiar service, a dragon would simply present a chimera fang, and Bhaalspawn sprang into action. His two heads would bicker among themselves, each proposing outlandish ideas for the gift. Once a consensus was reached the package would be assembled, along with a note stating it was from a "Friend" or perhaps a "Foe". Once completed, the packages would be delivered with utmost stealth, ensuring that the recipient would be surprised. It was said that the recipient often got more than they bargained for; along with the gifts came a hint of mischief that bred curiosity and, sometimes, a delightful prank to rekindle long-forgotten feuds.

Trivia

One wall of the shop is dedicated to a rotating display of anonymous testimonials from previous customers, all sharing their experiences and discoveries made within these walls.

Bhaal and Spawn categorize the chimera fangs by size, color, and magical properties, a peculiar obsession that keeps the store’s management in perfect order.

Current Chimera Fang Hoard is 26.2k