curiousCantrip's Clan

Waenory clan sygil

Hello I'm Esper! ｡:*˚✧ ｡ Welcome to the Waenory clan, faithful emissaries of the stars. We were originally a Light clan, migrated to Arcane in 2016, and to Shadow in 2022. Scroll down to read about it in the clan lore! Wishlist: here

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2015:

The Weanory clan was established in the light territory, under the leadership of Majoja, then but a humble fae. Through her intellect and communion with both dragonkin and the divine, her brood expanded and thrived in the light of the weaver.

2016:

The brightest light casts the darkest shadows, however. Something was amiss in the light territory. The stars aligned in Majoja's dreams, prophesizing a great uproar. She took this as a sign of the Arcanist, and in wake of this, the Weanory clan was to set out for the Arcane territory:
The Great Migration.

This meant crossing through the tangled wood, and the scarred wasteland. Even with the help of the shadow native spiral, Beruwell, as their guide, many dragons were gashed by the tricky thorns, or lost in the shadows. The scarred wasteland proved an even harsher adversary to traverse. But amidst all the death, life was found, and Amarok, then but a pitiful pearlcatcher hatchling, was adopted into the clan by Shale the coatl, who led the flight squadron during a scouting mission into plague territory.

Their numbers thinned, resources depleted, the group was met with an overwhelming sensation of gratitude, relief and awe when their eyes landed on the star wood strand: their new home.

2017:

As Amarok matured, fighting and studying hard to fight of the illnesses brought about by the contagion, a new age of science sparked for the Weanory clan. Alchemy thrived, causing a sub-clan to break off from the main leadership of Majoja under the leadership of Soufra the nocturne.

2022:

Tensions are steadily rising as once again calamity threatens to strike the heart of the clan. Morwen the wildclaw has rejected the teachings of her lineage, and is amassing a small following. Among their ranks are two of her siblings, who she had been steadily manipulating since years prior. Her magical prowess continues to grow, and threatens the leadership of Majoja. She warns that all who basked in the light of the stars will be shirked by the shadows.
To avoid said certain doom, she and her advocates plead for a retreat towards the Wispwillow grove in shadow territory, closer to the clan's origin, but away from the light.

March 2022:

Majoja and Morwen have a heavy argument, which leads to a full-blown battle, and eventually, in-clan war between the establishing body of Waenory, and the cult of Mah. Many dragons on Majoja's side are injured in the smaller group's display of magical power.

Notably, Sharletin and Dorr clash, being caught on opposite sides even though they are brothers. One, a valiant paladin in service of the Lightweaver, the other, embroiled in arcane texts and forgotten rituals.

In a final effort to resolve the conflict, Majoja prays to the stars for guidance, and is hit with sudden clarity, upon which she transformed into a skydancer dragon, and her wings became blanketed in thousands of stars. In this new ''awakened'' form, she easily overpowered Morwen, and brought an end to the battle. As both sides put down their arms, Majoja stood before Morwen, and groveled.

''I plead for your forgiveness, my child.''

This was unprecedented. After all, Majoja had won. The entire clan, wounded and ragged, listened intently, their hearts and minds muddled with confusion.

''You could see through the darkness when I was blinded by their light. I can see it clearly now. The stars have told me so; the shade is returning, just as you have foretold.''

Upon hearing these words, panic struck though the clan of Waenory. While they had been fighting amongst themselves, an even greater enemy had been steadily approaching.

Daniel moved up to Morwen's side.

I must ask for your forgiveness too, my lady Majoja. In truth, I have known for a long time that danger was approaching, but I was duty-bound to silence, as per commandment of the overseer order of my kind. I can only pray for your understanding in this grave transgression.

However, I know a way to still ensure the clan's safety, if we hurry. Wispwillow grove houses particular magical energy that mixes essences of Arcane, Light and Shadow. Our scholars should be able to harness their energy to protect us from the effects of the shade creatures. If we embark to shadowclan territory by daybreak, we can make it to the Wispwillow grove before the shade creature's magic can fully hone in on our shared magical signature and enrapture us.

''I refuse.''

Nefelibata said, her head held high.

''I and my partner Peixies have already fled to foreign lands once. We are old, and despite it all we have made Arcane a home for ourselves. I will not run again. I have taken up my arms and dedicated my life to combat and bloodshed. If I must succumb to the shades, so be it, but it will be on this soil, where I have bore and raised my children.''

''I and my wife will stay here then as well.'' Aoron said. I cannot bear to abandon my parents, so here I will remain, to support them in their old age, and honor everything they have done for the clan of Waenory.''

''I see.'' Majoja said.

''Then I can do nothing else but to honor your decisions. As leader, I understand that I cannot force any of you to change your minds, but hear my plea: The stars have spoken. As Morwen foretold, the shade is coming. I will travel with her to the Wispwillow Grove, and once again rebuild our clan on fresh grounds. I do so not out of cowardice, but out of reverence to the divine, and perseverance of the clan. If you wish to follow, gather your belongings and meet us at the Arcane-Plague border at first sunlight.

Almost as if on cue, a shade creature suddenly lunged at the battered and broken Sharletin from the shadows, emboldened by the expenditure of powerful magicks during the battle. As Sharletin hacked and writhed, the creature easily grappled him, seemingly creeping into his skin where claws had grazed and spells had hit.

Narcissa yelped in fear for her spouse, and helplessly tried to claw away at the shade, which seemed to pass right through her claws.

''It's no use! get away from him!'' Daniel yelled out in warning. ''There is no way to free him without the proper magic! If the shade latches on to you too, both of you will fade!''

Narcissa slowly turned around, not releasing her arms from Sharletin. ''I... I'm so sorry.'' Narcissa sobbed, her face pressed against her spouse and her tears streaked black, as she too, had been taken in by the shade creature. Within seconds, the two disintegrated into black sludge, their forms now absorbed into the shade creature.

Pratt spread out his wings, and belted out:
''Run everyone! There is no time to be picky! Gather all your stuff and hurry to the border, NOW!''

''I'll hold it off.'' Nefelibata said. ''As I've made clear before; I am a warrior. Nay, a priestess of battle. It is my duty to stand here in this moment. Pratt, my boy. Take good care of my daughter and sons. I entrust their futures to you.''

With that, Nefelibata whipped up a powerful whirlwind with a few beats of her ancient wings, effectively encasing the now tremendous shade in a dome of wind.

The flight squadron, consisting of Shale, Wachikasu, Tokarewa and Sheila, rushed to Peixies and Nefelibata's sides. ''We'll support you elders!'' They belted in unison.

But Nefelibata whipped at the group with her mighty tail.
''No, foolish younglings. your clan needs you. Go gather food and secure the hatchlings. We cannot afford to lose any more young capable dragons. THAT IS FINAL!''

With another powerful gust of wind, Nefelibata blew away the squadron, offering an extra boost to their flight in an effort to make them take to the skies faster, and make it to the clan in time.

In near-total mayhem, the clan packed up their most valuable belongings, secured their young and made for the border.

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With Amarok in the lead, the rattled clan set out towards shadow territory, first once again braving the scarred wasteland. This time, they knew what to expect. Their numbers were greater than the first time they had traversed the territory, and The alchemist collective's bountiful knowledge helped to stave of both hunger and disease.

Unfortunately, not all were as lucky. Harmonia , The first to join Majoja's side when founding the clan, and revered battle tactician, became blighted by the contagion. Even with Amarok's expertise, she could not be saved. Harmonia voluntarily offered to be left behind, and legends of future generations whisper that she still wanders the wastelands years later, but a shell of her former self...

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Determined and familiar with the route, Beruwell took the lead into what would be the clan's new territory. The trek through the woods seems to progress swiftly, when suddenly, Sheila notices that the very shadows had started to trail them.

''Everyone, hold firm!'' She yelled, as she bolstered the flight squadron into their defensive positions around the traveling body of the clan.

In but a few moments, hours seemed to pass as the clan braced themselves for the unseen enemy.
Like a dart, a blob of shadow shot out from the underbrush, and pierced Sheila's skull, who dropped to the ground, listless.

''It's the shade!'' Daniel exclaimed. ''It has tracked us down! Quickly everyone, follow Beruwell and fly as fast as your wings can carry!''

Holding up the rear were Wachikasu and Tokarewa. The most skilled battle mages of the clan, and now, the ultimate last line of defense. With a special technique of magic that Tokarewa had developed, she channeled and warped her light magic into a powerful hot burning lazer, tearing through the darkness. It hit the creature head on, burning a hole straight through its inky black body. It let out a high-pitched shriek, and collapsed in on itself.

Then it bubbled, and rose again, its gaping maw snapping at Wachikasu's neck. Tokarewa fired another lazer at the creature, which only seemed to double down on the attack in its pain.

In the interim, Shale saw the opportunity to use one of his special techniques. He had never tried to use it before, and had been studying Tokarewa's skilled way of manipulating light for many years in order to perfect it: a spell that, when cast, obscured a target from view by bending particles of light.

With his great dark feathered wings, shale shot up, flying above the group. He gathered what little light he could collect in the murk of the tangled wood, and bended the light to his will in order to completely remove the clan from sight.

As he looked over his shoulder, he saw the duo of mages get swallowed up by the shade creature, much like the fate of Sharletin and Narcissa had been.
His superiors bested, shale saw no other option than to flee. Blanketed under his spell the clan was safe, at least for now.

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by Charliex8