Freowyn's Clan

It is said that, a long, long time ago, there was a storm unlike any dragonkind had ever seen before.
Many clans were destroyed, families ripped apart, friends seperated to never see each other again. It was a catastrophy all of dragonkind hoped to never have to witness again.

While the storm was raging across the lands, two dragons, one golden like the sun, the other black as the darkest night, clashed into each other, and held on to each other, and saved each other's lives.



Thus, the Prophet found his Catalyst.

They swore never to part again, so that the same luck that had brought them together during the storm, might protect them ever after.

When the storm finally ceased, and utter destruction was brought upon vast once thriving lands, the Prophet had a dream. He saw the lands returning to their former beauty and fruitfulness, he saw dragonfamilies reunited and friends falling into each others arms - but he did not know how after such a tragedy, such happiness might come to pass.

So the Catalyst made a decision.

"We must look for survivors", he spoke to the Prophet. "Unite them under a banner of peace, no matter where they may be from, so that we might work together to rebuild this land."

And forth they flew, for a hundred days and a hundred nights.

On the first day, they were met by a tiny Fae dragon, shimmering white from nose to tailtip, and he introduced himself as Silmaril. He was the first to join the Prophet and the Catalyst on their quest, and soon became their loyal and trusted friend.



Each night the Prophet dreamed and knew where to go next, and following his instructions, the Catalyst found more and more dragons and Silmaril convinced them to join their group, and on the onehundreth evening, as the sun was setting in a burst of red and gold beyond the horizon, the Prophet named them the Clan of Hope - and this is what they are, and what they stand for, to this day.

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With the wise Prophet and the brave Catalyst to lead them, and the clever little Silmaril as their advisor, the Clan of Hope roamed the Destroyed Lands, searching for a new home, until they came upon the Windswept Plateau, where the winds are strong but gentle, and always a reminder of what has brought them together.

And there it was that they finally settled down.

And though some have rejoined their old clans and families, and some have left the Windswept Plateau behind entirely and journeyed on, the Clan of Hope remains thriving and strong as ever.

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Lore Dragons:

Prophet, Catalyst, Silmaril, Jun, Leonn, Granby, Takala, Flynn, Remus, Ceridwen, Vyridia, Keao, Feanor, Sirius, Anders

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