i found the best lair on fr
bleah, I don’t remember how I drew this one the first time
I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED
A drink used by Clan Hallowbranch for the sealing of treaties or to commemorate any significant occurrences (political or otherwise).
The contents of the wine include Mycena Mushrooms, Hallowed Ivy, and Corpsemaker Ivy - It is therefore occasionally hallucinogenic, though more often it lulls one into a simple state of warm contentment. Honey and Cinnamon are added to give it a semi-sweet spice flavor.
The Arcanist doesn’t just stay cooped up in his room at the Observatory because he’s an obsessive space geek - although that’s certainly a big part of the reason. The other is that he doesn’t want to inadvertently harm any of his beloved scholars and followers.
Walking into the same room as the Arcanist is like wading into a pool full of active nuclear material. While he tries to shield mortal dragons from the brunt of his magical power, some of it always leaks out. Because that’s just what he is, having been born from the greatest meltdown to have ever happened. Being around him for any length of time results in sickness and/or mutation, with the effect being stronger on dragons who weren’t born in the Isles or who didn’t spend enough time living there to build up some tolerance to his essence. Some dragons just start retching right there upon meeting him for the first time, or run away screaming because their scales start blistering off - which is kind of awkward. And sure, he’s got some anxiety about being around other dragons, but who could blame him after all of that? But he’s not just shy, honest, he’s doing you a favour when he stays on the farthest side of the room from you and leaves before introductions are completely done.
The dragons who work most closely with him are the oldest of his exalted, those who have been at the Observatory long enough to have become accustomed to the intense energy that permeates the whole place. Even so, most of them don’t look much like dragons anymore, and many a young exaltee has been scared out of their wits by wandering the halls of the Observatory at night seeking a snack or restroom only to stumble upon one of the Arcanist’s assistants out to do the exact same thing.
All of this means that the Arcanist can never completely relax, ever. He has to be constantly vigilant so that he doesn’t let enough power escape to do serious damage. And he can never, ever touch anyone.
(headcanon based on the description of the Crystalspine Reaches: “The peaks now curve inward, pointing directly toward the Observatory and creating a concave and sheltered realm for younger flights to nurture their nascent powers and to grow accustomed to the warping energies of the land.” If even the least amount of Arcane energy causes “warping”, how much stronger would that effect be at the very source?)