Prescott's Clan

"How can you forget what must be remembered?"

Nestled away in the deepest part of the Foxfire Bramble and leaning across the border to the illustrious Forum of the Obscured Crescent lies the labyrinthine entrance to the Forgotten Clan. Enshrouded by the darkness of the Shadowbinder and ensnarled by a plurality of Moonglow Thorns, these reclusive yet rumbustious inhabitants dwell under the watchful eyes of their clan leaders, Gremlin and Misty.

The clan founder, Gremlin, was a great inventor who was never given the applaud he deserved for his great feats. Tired of his genius going unnoticed in favour of less talented dragons, he abandoned those that dared call him a 'friend' and escaped to the Driftwood Drag, locating the dreariest part in an attempt to lessen his visitor count. As he begun to clear the complimentary detritus, a mirror named Misty decided to assist him in his efforts, despite his initial decline.

Only a few dragons ever made it over to the concealed area. Many that entered soon left, unable to handle the petulant guardian's comportment. The few that could comprehend his emotions were of a similar background. As such, these dragons chose to stay.

Almost every dragon has their own tale of how they wound up in such a sequestered lair. Many of their tales seem so impressive at first, and yet somehow almost all shared the same fate upon arrival - they were forgotten. Some by parents who had left to fight deities, some by clans that had fallen apart, and others by clans who simply could no longer offer them protection from the world and had sent them away to begin a new life. No matter what their reasons for arrival, they were accepted on one condition - that a small set of rules were upheld:

*The entrance must be concealed from the keen eyes of onlookers
*Those who find a mate will stand by their side until the Shadowbinder calls for them
*Everyone will have a job that they are expected to attend to
*All clan members must be treated with respect at all times

With the birth of Mira, the first hatched Bogsneak in all of Sornieth, the amount of excursionists quadrupled overnight. Travellers are more than welcome to stay a few nights, if they can locate a clan member to guide them around the intricate maze leading in. But all dragons beware - their cacophonous echoes of exuberance each day and night might just cause you to leave the very next day instead.



The Forgotten and The Remembered are permanent residents of this lair, both in hibernation and not.

If you are interested in a hatchling from a pair, please do let me know! As per our clan lore, members with a listed mate will only be available for breeding with their mate.

All accents made by myself are limited to 10 copies only.