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TOPIC | [Lore] Clan Boreas
Introduction|Territory|History|Traditions|Members|Relations
history:
started off as just erminio and his mate breez, they had children + dragons joined the clan, as you do.
they eventually decide to buy a cloudsong kite. travel the world and live on it. lots of dragons come and go.
cloudsong kite gets destroyed in the twisting crescendo and crashlands on the southern icefield
nilak finds them and gives them a place to stay in ice caves. they live there for a while.
then when going to trade with a ship that docked recently at the icefield's coast, erminio reunites with breez (his mate and co-founder of the clan) who didn't die but was knocked out and fell into the water and was saved by the trading ship. shes learnt seafaring and trading skills. rejoins the clan and some of the sailors also come.
encourages the clan to take up travelling again, but this time on a series of boats since she can teach the clan how to sail and transfer the skills from upgrading the kite to shipbuilding
most of the clan now travels on a couple of massive houseboats around sornieth, trading and collecting valuables and returning to their travelling ways.
however, some of the clan remained in their home in the ice caves, either they were old and couldn't fare constant travelling or just simply preferred a stable location. most of the clan who stay are scholars, mages, builders, guards and healers, as they have little need or want to venture out. a lot of the clan's treasure, gems, food and other items that dont need to be traded are hoarded, so that if, unfortunately, the ships crash or are hijacked, the important stuff is kept safe.
they will travel in spring, summer and early autumn, then return late autumn before the seas in the southern icefield freeze over too much for them to return, and deposit the treasure they've earnt and any food or items theyve traded for into the hoard.
history:
started off as just erminio and his mate breez, they had children + dragons joined the clan, as you do.
they eventually decide to buy a cloudsong kite. travel the world and live on it. lots of dragons come and go.
cloudsong kite gets destroyed in the twisting crescendo and crashlands on the southern icefield
nilak finds them and gives them a place to stay in ice caves. they live there for a while.
then when going to trade with a ship that docked recently at the icefield's coast, erminio reunites with breez (his mate and co-founder of the clan) who didn't die but was knocked out and fell into the water and was saved by the trading ship. shes learnt seafaring and trading skills. rejoins the clan and some of the sailors also come.
encourages the clan to take up travelling again, but this time on a series of boats since she can teach the clan how to sail and transfer the skills from upgrading the kite to shipbuilding
most of the clan now travels on a couple of massive houseboats around sornieth, trading and collecting valuables and returning to their travelling ways.
however, some of the clan remained in their home in the ice caves, either they were old and couldn't fare constant travelling or just simply preferred a stable location. most of the clan who stay are scholars, mages, builders, guards and healers, as they have little need or want to venture out. a lot of the clan's treasure, gems, food and other items that dont need to be traded are hoarded, so that if, unfortunately, the ships crash or are hijacked, the important stuff is kept safe.
they will travel in spring, summer and early autumn, then return late autumn before the seas in the southern icefield freeze over too much for them to return, and deposit the treasure they've earnt and any food or items theyve traded for into the hoard.
Introduction|Territory|History|Traditions|Members|Relations
history:
started off as just erminio and his mate breez, they had children + dragons joined the clan, as you do.
they eventually decide to buy a cloudsong kite. travel the world and live on it. lots of dragons come and go.
cloudsong kite gets destroyed in the twisting crescendo and crashlands on the southern icefield
nilak finds them and gives them a place to stay in ice caves. they live there for a while.
then when going to trade with a ship that docked recently at the icefield's coast, erminio reunites with breez (his mate and co-founder of the clan) who didn't die but was knocked out and fell into the water and was saved by the trading ship. shes learnt seafaring and trading skills. rejoins the clan and some of the sailors also come.
encourages the clan to take up travelling again, but this time on a series of boats since she can teach the clan how to sail and transfer the skills from upgrading the kite to shipbuilding
most of the clan now travels on a couple of massive houseboats around sornieth, trading and collecting valuables and returning to their travelling ways.
however, some of the clan remained in their home in the ice caves, either they were old and couldn't fare constant travelling or just simply preferred a stable location. most of the clan who stay are scholars, mages, builders, guards and healers, as they have little need or want to venture out. a lot of the clan's treasure, gems, food and other items that dont need to be traded are hoarded, so that if, unfortunately, the ships crash or are hijacked, the important stuff is kept safe.
they will travel in spring, summer and early autumn, then return late autumn before the seas in the southern icefield freeze over too much for them to return, and deposit the treasure they've earnt and any food or items theyve traded for into the hoard.
history:
started off as just erminio and his mate breez, they had children + dragons joined the clan, as you do.
they eventually decide to buy a cloudsong kite. travel the world and live on it. lots of dragons come and go.
cloudsong kite gets destroyed in the twisting crescendo and crashlands on the southern icefield
nilak finds them and gives them a place to stay in ice caves. they live there for a while.
then when going to trade with a ship that docked recently at the icefield's coast, erminio reunites with breez (his mate and co-founder of the clan) who didn't die but was knocked out and fell into the water and was saved by the trading ship. shes learnt seafaring and trading skills. rejoins the clan and some of the sailors also come.
encourages the clan to take up travelling again, but this time on a series of boats since she can teach the clan how to sail and transfer the skills from upgrading the kite to shipbuilding
most of the clan now travels on a couple of massive houseboats around sornieth, trading and collecting valuables and returning to their travelling ways.
however, some of the clan remained in their home in the ice caves, either they were old and couldn't fare constant travelling or just simply preferred a stable location. most of the clan who stay are scholars, mages, builders, guards and healers, as they have little need or want to venture out. a lot of the clan's treasure, gems, food and other items that dont need to be traded are hoarded, so that if, unfortunately, the ships crash or are hijacked, the important stuff is kept safe.
they will travel in spring, summer and early autumn, then return late autumn before the seas in the southern icefield freeze over too much for them to return, and deposit the treasure they've earnt and any food or items theyve traded for into the hoard.
Introduction|Territory|History|Traditions|Members|Relations
THE CLAN FOUNDERS
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As a heavy-furred tundra dragon, Erminio had never been able to fly. Once, in a very hot year where his coat had thinned considerably, he had managed a brief hover a couple of inches off the ground, but soon had to return due to the effort. It had excited him but also saddened him, knowing that that miracle was likely not to happen again. He was a dragon of the wind, with wings and all, yet forsaken to fly.
At one point, he even used a dagger to shave as much fur off as possible, in an attempt to lighten his weight and make him more streamlined. When his clan found him bald, patchy and covered in cuts, they were distraught. In an effort to distract him from his crisis, they suggested they could travel Sornieth on a Cloudsong transport, exploring the world, trading, as well as giving Erminio the closest experience to flying. Erminio was elated and grateful for their support and great ideas, and they set off as soon as possible, trading in their hoard for an expensive, large, many-platformed kite sourced from the Cloudsong marketplace.
They travelled Sornieth, constantly upgrading their kite and adding more platforms. Erminio's clan grew, as every time they'd stop at a new location for resources or simply to experience new wonders, there seemed to always be a curious dragon who yearned for adventure, or a merchant or craftsdragon who decided it would be a good business venture to join the wandering clan. Romances bloomed, and carpenters were forced to add nurseries and nesting areas to the ever-growing kite. Erminio had built a thriving community and found new friends and finally could feel the wind through his fur and see the world from above like he'd always dreamed. However, there still remained a part of him that watched envious from the sidelines when scouts and merchants sailed into the air to go trade with other clans, or dragons that decided it was time to finally leave the nest (or, in this case, the kite).
Then, one day, the clan woke up to shaking, howling and shrieking. The kite had been ambushed by a fierce storm on the outskirts of the twisting crescendo, and were being pulled into the spiral dangerously quickly. The large length and weight of the kite meant that it was all the more susceptible to the terrible winds, and soon the strong ropes and bamboo holding the structure together began to snap under the strain. Mothers wrapped themselves around their hatchlings, praying to Windsinger for safety or watched their eggs disappear into the swirling gales below. Dragons reached out in hopeless desperation towards clanmates drifting away from them on detatched platforms, some successfully gripping onto a tail or a paw but knowing that both of them could go down at any second.
Attempts were made to join the kite with spare rope, but it seemed as soon as one platform was successfully yanked back in line, another rope snapped and more work was created.
Erminio, trying to organise the chaos, gathered as many large, able-fliers and wind mages as he could and brought them to an end of a platform that seemed to have more secure connections and less fierce winds. There, he instructed them to all fly in unison, tied by ropes to a few of the platforms and for the mages to create great gusts that would move the kite out of the twisting crescendo and hopefully, to a soft landing.
By some miracle of Windsinger, it worked. The kite groaned and whined against the two opposing forces, but slowly it seemed the clan's efforts were paying off as a white and blue blur could be seen just beyond the wall of winds in front of them. Looking at the strong winds that carried inanimate objects, Erminio realised that this may be his chance to finally fly. If the crescendo could hold this large kite, why couldn't it hold him? Tying himself to the kite with strong ropes, Erminio took a deep breath, opened his wings as wide as they could go and leapt off into the swirling vortex of air.
He didn't fall. Instead, he felt himself being carried up by a warm, summer breeze that wreathed around him comfortingly. He was distantly aware of the whistling gale around him, but it seemed muffled somehow. With all his strength, he pushed down with his wings, and felt himself propelled forwards and the rope around his waist grow taut. Erminio glanced back and realised how far he was from the other fliers, but he could see how with every wing-flap, the kite inched out of the crescendo. The latent shock that he was flying finally hit him, and filled his chest with warm pride and escaped through his mouth in a triumphant shriek. It gave him a last rush of energy to beat his wings a few more times and with that, he and the broken wreck of the kite, made it out.
Suddenly, the winds that had been carrying him dropped out beneath him and he found himself flailing desperately. As he plummeted towards a world of complete white, the rope connecting him to the kite pulled the rest of the clan down with him. He desperately tried to untie it but it seemed to instead become more knotted and tight. Giving up hope, Erminio made himself as small as possible, covering his head with his wings and hoping that his thick fur would help soften the impact. At this point, he didn't know if the wailing he could hear was him screaming or the wind whistling past his ears.
"Help me." He whispered to any deity that was listening. Then freezing cold, then darkness, then nothing.
part 2 (nutshell + dumb, will write properly later)
story notes:
he wakes up. hes been pulled out of the icewater by his clan, who mostly landed safely bc these dudes have wings that work so falling isnt rlly an issue. some were knocked out by falling platforms tho. plus some of the clan got yeeted into oblivion during the twisting crescendo so. you win some you lose some.
hes like where are we. theyre like icefield i guess? this dude just led us to his cave. kinda looks like u haha lol hes kinda cold and annoyed but he saved us so cant complain ig.
some of them are like windsinger sucks cant believe he did this to us he could have saved us. some are like how dare u. erminio's like windsinger maybe sucks? but also maybe he meant this to happen i mean i felt this nice breeze guys it was so cool i could fly did yall see me. also i think maybe icewarden maybe saved me i called for a diety's help. also i have thick fur for the cold and u cant exactly fly here anyways.
some are like erminio u suck this all happened bc u wanted to fly we could have just stayed in our wind lair. they go off to idk where.
they move in with ice dude and find out that actually its apart of a huge cave system and theres plenty of room. cool.
then when out travelling to a trading ship that docked recently at the icefield's coast, erminio reunites with breez (his mate and co-founder of the clan) who didn't die but was knocked out and fell into the water and was saved by the trading ship.
Introduction|Territory|History|Traditions|Members|Relations
THE CLAN FOUNDERS
As a heavy-furred tundra dragon, Erminio had never been able to fly. Once, in a very hot year where his coat had thinned considerably, he had managed a brief hover a couple of inches off the ground, but soon had to return due to the effort. It had excited him but also saddened him, knowing that that miracle was likely not to happen again. He was a dragon of the wind, with wings and all, yet forsaken to fly.
At one point, he even used a dagger to shave as much fur off as possible, in an attempt to lighten his weight and make him more streamlined. When his clan found him bald, patchy and covered in cuts, they were distraught. In an effort to distract him from his crisis, they suggested they could travel Sornieth on a Cloudsong transport, exploring the world, trading, as well as giving Erminio the closest experience to flying. Erminio was elated and grateful for their support and great ideas, and they set off as soon as possible, trading in their hoard for an expensive, large, many-platformed kite sourced from the Cloudsong marketplace.
They travelled Sornieth, constantly upgrading their kite and adding more platforms. Erminio's clan grew, as every time they'd stop at a new location for resources or simply to experience new wonders, there seemed to always be a curious dragon who yearned for adventure, or a merchant or craftsdragon who decided it would be a good business venture to join the wandering clan. Romances bloomed, and carpenters were forced to add nurseries and nesting areas to the ever-growing kite. Erminio had built a thriving community and found new friends and finally could feel the wind through his fur and see the world from above like he'd always dreamed. However, there still remained a part of him that watched envious from the sidelines when scouts and merchants sailed into the air to go trade with other clans, or dragons that decided it was time to finally leave the nest (or, in this case, the kite).
Then, one day, the clan woke up to shaking, howling and shrieking. The kite had been ambushed by a fierce storm on the outskirts of the twisting crescendo, and were being pulled into the spiral dangerously quickly. The large length and weight of the kite meant that it was all the more susceptible to the terrible winds, and soon the strong ropes and bamboo holding the structure together began to snap under the strain. Mothers wrapped themselves around their hatchlings, praying to Windsinger for safety or watched their eggs disappear into the swirling gales below. Dragons reached out in hopeless desperation towards clanmates drifting away from them on detatched platforms, some successfully gripping onto a tail or a paw but knowing that both of them could go down at any second.
Attempts were made to join the kite with spare rope, but it seemed as soon as one platform was successfully yanked back in line, another rope snapped and more work was created.
Erminio, trying to organise the chaos, gathered as many large, able-fliers and wind mages as he could and brought them to an end of a platform that seemed to have more secure connections and less fierce winds. There, he instructed them to all fly in unison, tied by ropes to a few of the platforms and for the mages to create great gusts that would move the kite out of the twisting crescendo and hopefully, to a soft landing.
By some miracle of Windsinger, it worked. The kite groaned and whined against the two opposing forces, but slowly it seemed the clan's efforts were paying off as a white and blue blur could be seen just beyond the wall of winds in front of them. Looking at the strong winds that carried inanimate objects, Erminio realised that this may be his chance to finally fly. If the crescendo could hold this large kite, why couldn't it hold him? Tying himself to the kite with strong ropes, Erminio took a deep breath, opened his wings as wide as they could go and leapt off into the swirling vortex of air.
He didn't fall. Instead, he felt himself being carried up by a warm, summer breeze that wreathed around him comfortingly. He was distantly aware of the whistling gale around him, but it seemed muffled somehow. With all his strength, he pushed down with his wings, and felt himself propelled forwards and the rope around his waist grow taut. Erminio glanced back and realised how far he was from the other fliers, but he could see how with every wing-flap, the kite inched out of the crescendo. The latent shock that he was flying finally hit him, and filled his chest with warm pride and escaped through his mouth in a triumphant shriek. It gave him a last rush of energy to beat his wings a few more times and with that, he and the broken wreck of the kite, made it out.
Suddenly, the winds that had been carrying him dropped out beneath him and he found himself flailing desperately. As he plummeted towards a world of complete white, the rope connecting him to the kite pulled the rest of the clan down with him. He desperately tried to untie it but it seemed to instead become more knotted and tight. Giving up hope, Erminio made himself as small as possible, covering his head with his wings and hoping that his thick fur would help soften the impact. At this point, he didn't know if the wailing he could hear was him screaming or the wind whistling past his ears.
"Help me." He whispered to any deity that was listening. Then freezing cold, then darkness, then nothing.
part 2 (nutshell + dumb, will write properly later)
story notes:
he wakes up. hes been pulled out of the icewater by his clan, who mostly landed safely bc these dudes have wings that work so falling isnt rlly an issue. some were knocked out by falling platforms tho. plus some of the clan got yeeted into oblivion during the twisting crescendo so. you win some you lose some.
hes like where are we. theyre like icefield i guess? this dude just led us to his cave. kinda looks like u haha lol hes kinda cold and annoyed but he saved us so cant complain ig.
some of them are like windsinger sucks cant believe he did this to us he could have saved us. some are like how dare u. erminio's like windsinger maybe sucks? but also maybe he meant this to happen i mean i felt this nice breeze guys it was so cool i could fly did yall see me. also i think maybe icewarden maybe saved me i called for a diety's help. also i have thick fur for the cold and u cant exactly fly here anyways.
some are like erminio u suck this all happened bc u wanted to fly we could have just stayed in our wind lair. they go off to idk where.
they move in with ice dude and find out that actually its apart of a huge cave system and theres plenty of room. cool.
then when out travelling to a trading ship that docked recently at the icefield's coast, erminio reunites with breez (his mate and co-founder of the clan) who didn't die but was knocked out and fell into the water and was saved by the trading ship.
THE CLAN FOUNDERS
As a heavy-furred tundra dragon, Erminio had never been able to fly. Once, in a very hot year where his coat had thinned considerably, he had managed a brief hover a couple of inches off the ground, but soon had to return due to the effort. It had excited him but also saddened him, knowing that that miracle was likely not to happen again. He was a dragon of the wind, with wings and all, yet forsaken to fly.
At one point, he even used a dagger to shave as much fur off as possible, in an attempt to lighten his weight and make him more streamlined. When his clan found him bald, patchy and covered in cuts, they were distraught. In an effort to distract him from his crisis, they suggested they could travel Sornieth on a Cloudsong transport, exploring the world, trading, as well as giving Erminio the closest experience to flying. Erminio was elated and grateful for their support and great ideas, and they set off as soon as possible, trading in their hoard for an expensive, large, many-platformed kite sourced from the Cloudsong marketplace.
They travelled Sornieth, constantly upgrading their kite and adding more platforms. Erminio's clan grew, as every time they'd stop at a new location for resources or simply to experience new wonders, there seemed to always be a curious dragon who yearned for adventure, or a merchant or craftsdragon who decided it would be a good business venture to join the wandering clan. Romances bloomed, and carpenters were forced to add nurseries and nesting areas to the ever-growing kite. Erminio had built a thriving community and found new friends and finally could feel the wind through his fur and see the world from above like he'd always dreamed. However, there still remained a part of him that watched envious from the sidelines when scouts and merchants sailed into the air to go trade with other clans, or dragons that decided it was time to finally leave the nest (or, in this case, the kite).
Then, one day, the clan woke up to shaking, howling and shrieking. The kite had been ambushed by a fierce storm on the outskirts of the twisting crescendo, and were being pulled into the spiral dangerously quickly. The large length and weight of the kite meant that it was all the more susceptible to the terrible winds, and soon the strong ropes and bamboo holding the structure together began to snap under the strain. Mothers wrapped themselves around their hatchlings, praying to Windsinger for safety or watched their eggs disappear into the swirling gales below. Dragons reached out in hopeless desperation towards clanmates drifting away from them on detatched platforms, some successfully gripping onto a tail or a paw but knowing that both of them could go down at any second.
Attempts were made to join the kite with spare rope, but it seemed as soon as one platform was successfully yanked back in line, another rope snapped and more work was created.
Erminio, trying to organise the chaos, gathered as many large, able-fliers and wind mages as he could and brought them to an end of a platform that seemed to have more secure connections and less fierce winds. There, he instructed them to all fly in unison, tied by ropes to a few of the platforms and for the mages to create great gusts that would move the kite out of the twisting crescendo and hopefully, to a soft landing.
By some miracle of Windsinger, it worked. The kite groaned and whined against the two opposing forces, but slowly it seemed the clan's efforts were paying off as a white and blue blur could be seen just beyond the wall of winds in front of them. Looking at the strong winds that carried inanimate objects, Erminio realised that this may be his chance to finally fly. If the crescendo could hold this large kite, why couldn't it hold him? Tying himself to the kite with strong ropes, Erminio took a deep breath, opened his wings as wide as they could go and leapt off into the swirling vortex of air.
He didn't fall. Instead, he felt himself being carried up by a warm, summer breeze that wreathed around him comfortingly. He was distantly aware of the whistling gale around him, but it seemed muffled somehow. With all his strength, he pushed down with his wings, and felt himself propelled forwards and the rope around his waist grow taut. Erminio glanced back and realised how far he was from the other fliers, but he could see how with every wing-flap, the kite inched out of the crescendo. The latent shock that he was flying finally hit him, and filled his chest with warm pride and escaped through his mouth in a triumphant shriek. It gave him a last rush of energy to beat his wings a few more times and with that, he and the broken wreck of the kite, made it out.
Suddenly, the winds that had been carrying him dropped out beneath him and he found himself flailing desperately. As he plummeted towards a world of complete white, the rope connecting him to the kite pulled the rest of the clan down with him. He desperately tried to untie it but it seemed to instead become more knotted and tight. Giving up hope, Erminio made himself as small as possible, covering his head with his wings and hoping that his thick fur would help soften the impact. At this point, he didn't know if the wailing he could hear was him screaming or the wind whistling past his ears.
"Help me." He whispered to any deity that was listening. Then freezing cold, then darkness, then nothing.
part 2 (nutshell + dumb, will write properly later)
story notes:
he wakes up. hes been pulled out of the icewater by his clan, who mostly landed safely bc these dudes have wings that work so falling isnt rlly an issue. some were knocked out by falling platforms tho. plus some of the clan got yeeted into oblivion during the twisting crescendo so. you win some you lose some.
hes like where are we. theyre like icefield i guess? this dude just led us to his cave. kinda looks like u haha lol hes kinda cold and annoyed but he saved us so cant complain ig.
some of them are like windsinger sucks cant believe he did this to us he could have saved us. some are like how dare u. erminio's like windsinger maybe sucks? but also maybe he meant this to happen i mean i felt this nice breeze guys it was so cool i could fly did yall see me. also i think maybe icewarden maybe saved me i called for a diety's help. also i have thick fur for the cold and u cant exactly fly here anyways.
some are like erminio u suck this all happened bc u wanted to fly we could have just stayed in our wind lair. they go off to idk where.
they move in with ice dude and find out that actually its apart of a huge cave system and theres plenty of room. cool.
then when out travelling to a trading ship that docked recently at the icefield's coast, erminio reunites with breez (his mate and co-founder of the clan) who didn't die but was knocked out and fell into the water and was saved by the trading ship.
Introduction|Territory|History|Traditions|Members|Relations
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