[open] kindred dirt, any

[Chemdog]

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    The creature that lands on the dirt of the Chamber resembles something like a hippogryph. Standing about nineteen or twenty hands, the head of a gyrfalcon, big feline paws and an equine hind, with large feathered wings that carry him through the air with ease. Some of his features were borrowed from the mythical griffin, morphed with others, making him a daunting figure padding down the wide path into the heart of the pine forest.

    The beast gives his coat and wings a shake as he walks, and suddenly his moving form fluidly changes to its born shape  ̶  complete equine. He’s eighteen hands again, trotting happily in the sunlight through the big pine trees, headed for the center of the territory for no other reason other than to see if anything interesting might be happening.

    He wonders if the Chamber has been resurrected to anything like what it was, or if there are plans for such a thing. The power this place once had…it was legendary, and created legends itself. Perhaps the right group could knock the cobwebs away and grease the cogs of a once great machine.

    Chem finds a looking spot on top of a jagged rock. He can see the gathering spot from here and some other pieces of the region. He doesn’t see anyone yet, but calls out anyway, a bellowing series of whinnies to echo across the Chamber’s halls. Quite an announcement for just a little bit of curiosity. He keeps his eyes sharp from someone approaching.

CHEMDOG

open to anyone,          sorry its kind of shit, it will get better
basically i think he wants to join the chamber if thats a thing still