Cerebreus' Clan

Here lies the remnants of the destroyed and decayed. Ruins of civilizations and of flesh lay scattered among the landscape. This is a graveyard of times long past...and it is slowly being unearthed and brought into the harsh light of day.

This is Dead Hope, home to many, but few that still live.

This territory is now home to the clan known as the Riflers. Searching and sorting through the buried history, many clan members have a hint of madness, and there is suspicion not all of it is caused by isolation. This taint of insanity lurks in all members: some become whimsical, while others withdraw into solitude among the crowds of voices in their head.

The Riflers, despite the impression their history may give, are all gracious hosts. Those from other clans are welcomed to stop by, though those with ill intent are kept at wing’s length. Even an enemy may become an ally in time.

Beardsley of the Laughter is the first of the clan, with the eccentric Cakerack of Many Chuckles and Gift of The Word being second and third, respectively. All three are the founders and foundation of the clan, and they know many things.

Despite the affable nature of the clan, many are still wary. What knowledge could cause such madness is a question many have, but few dare to ask, lest they possibly be tainted, too.

There is an old and forgotten power within the ground, and it is not alone. The name of the clan itself is rumored to refer not only an act of searching through items, but also to once-lost weapons of tremendous and terrible power that have now been rediscovered...and enhanced.

To this last claim, Beardsley of the Laughter had this to say:

“Well, the names were similar, so it works out! And yeah, we enchanted them! Weapons can’t talk without a bit of magic to help, and they appreciate their new looks, too! We made sure they were all satisfied, though Miss Beasly kept being picky. She insisted on ribbons, and it took months to find the right one for a weapon of her size that didn’t clash with her colors....Hmm? What was that? ...Conquest? Cults to ancient beings? Destroying the world? And here I thought I was mad! Listen, why bother with that stuff? There’s so much lore here, and that’s where the fun is at! Yes, we do animate weapons and converse with alien beings, but the former are getting therapy and the latter are just lonely. So cool it with the weirdness, alright? And this is coming from me, so keep that in mind!”

He laughed after that, which went on for several minutes, but the point was made already.

The Riflers have found their place, and they are welcoming...to both the normal and to the weird. And that is how they like it. The question is...

Will you?