Scoursea's Clan

Disturbed by the prophecies which were spoken before the Silence, this clan shuddered onto land with all their kin to breathe fresh life into their flooded lungs. Tides were listless and the sea quiet; these dragons dug their claws into the mossy dirt, pulsed with energy, and were finally renewed.

With the world changing and their scales crawling with an undefined dread, the clan harnessed their wayward potential to become cultivators of life; that which they unanimously found to be the single most miraculous thing the planet could destroy. Thus, the Wardens of Growth were born.

They are not rich, but for what their hoard lacks, the Wardens make up in spirit and devotion. Part of "growth" is continual change, but the clan has abandoned the uncaring, lax wash of "flow" they once held under the sea for a firm adaptability intent on progress. They have never been particularly devout, but their new reverence for life itself cultivated a loyalty to the Gladekeeper, even in the times of tension with Plague. The Wardens recognize the duality of life and necessity of rot and therefore do not squander Plague; it's only the other flight's penchant for cruelty that rankles. Occasionally, the unnatural quiet of the world's waters beckon as a comfort still, which the Wardens are not ashamed to indulge, but they are done stagnating in still pools. The clan must act in these turbulent times.

The Wardens of Growth call themselves and clansmen Rangers for fun, and find the gladevines a perfect fit for those members who may long for the cool slide of water, or hear whispers in their dreams. They are always watching, after all.