Samf's Clan

Clan Backstory
The following is a part of the clan's history. For more recent information, please click here.

Clan Name: Vigilant Soul
Founder(s): Garryth, Ysvelta
Lifetime: ~50 years

Vigilant Soul was formed in honor of creatures of considerable virtue. Dragons, sprites, and animals alike ventured to the Sunbeam Ruins in the hopes of befriending the noble inhabitants of the Soul clan's lair. Known were they to give aid and resources to those in desperate need of compassion. Folk of the Clan came in all shapes and sizes, of all flights and dragon species. Theirs was a home for warriors, scavengers, mathematicians, and travelers who longed to find everlasting peace within themselves.

To outsiders, the leader of the Vigilant Soul had always seemed callous and analytical. Those dragons that made his clan their home, however, had an unwavering place within his heart. All accepted into Garryth’s hearth lived peacefully beneath the chill of his watchful gaze.

Members of the Soul clan sung it's name with remarkable pride, and wherever they walked or flew, its name was loud on their tongue. It resonated within the hearts and souls of the like-minded few who would come to journey across the eleven lands in search of this legend.

For decades, tales of great charity and bravery were sung among the clanfolk, and recorded by the ever diligent claws of Ysvelta, Garryth’s mate at the time. The two were inseparable and produced many offspring, many who had chosen- when they came of age- to fight for their respective diety, and forgo the life of harmony.

All those Vigilant Souls who had fallen with a place in Garryth’s heart were collected and preserved within the labyrinthine krypts constructed beneath their lair. There they were frozen by his icy breath, to be remembered and admired in the years to come.

But with all virtue comes great dishonor. Soul was not without its hardships. It had its enemies, known and unknown, and its faults, which were exploited. Their ideals were challenged, and Soul eventually crumbled beneath overwhelming opposition. From the ruins of what Garryth and Ysvelta had started, only he and a small few had the strength to pull themselves from the rubble.

Ishnu, a tiny fae with an enormous warrior's spirit.

Sahnguine, the mirror with a fiery temper and unshakable loyalty.

Ysvelta.

She passed away long before this had happened, but the memorial he had tirelessly crafted in her memory would be long lost to the destruction.

The three mourned for what seemed like weeks, and took their time to gather what they could. Garryth chose to lead them south, hoping to bring his family back to their feet, and perhaps start anew.

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