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Polyhymnia's Clan

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Ancient Lair

on the leylines of the

Oculus of the Eleven

Clan Info

Clan Wompnir

Life-like statues had been created to protect the clan's lair. Rouge dragons, seeking shelter from a storm, would spot the towering statues in blizzards and steer away. The gruesome teeth and mangled jaws of the statues terrifying almost anyone that couldn't tell the difference between a dragon and a statue.

The magnificent art pieces did their job well. Too well according to some clan members. The clan members that were scared of them wanted to throw the talented artist out. The ice sculptures, although a testament to the artist's talent, were too fearsome and were considered bad omens.

The clan had existed in the Southern Icefields for a long time and relocating would be difficult, but the clan leader, Sealbriyi, didn't want to toss out their peaceful artist. She had heard the call of the Arcanist, feeling the tug on her very soul and magic to move anyway. What better reason than now? Without the ice and snow the artist would not be able to make their incredibly life-like sculptures and the clan's dragons would be at peace with them.

Almost without any troubles or regrets, the clan packed up shop and moved. Upon arriving in the new magical territory, Sealbriyi was overcome with special marks along her body. The mark of the Arcanist that showed her and her clan that they had all made the correct choice. The Arcanist welcomed them into his land without even making himself physically present, but his gift was welcomed.

Sometimes, Sealbriyi stares into the distance at other lands, shifting her gaze across the horizon as she hears the call of other gods and goddesses. Her magic, in tuned to the elements, is tugged in all directions, sometimes settling on one type of magic in particular. Maybe, if the pull is strong enough and her clan feels ready, they will move again.

Things were changing, the air felt charged. Sealbriyi couldn't understand it, but the force that she had felt all those years ago was once again crawling over her scales, leaving them charged. The air almost crackled around her.

Although there was no change to her outward appearance, as there had been when the clan moved to the Arcanist's domain she knew that they had made the right choice. For now, the desolate sands would be their home and they would learn to survive with their new counterparts. Life was about constantly learning... and there was certainly much to learn here!

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Recent Comments

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Griminal said

January 13, 2020 08:21:21

Your pair had 3 eggs! ^^

Nasriyya said

April 16, 2019 03:04:04

Paix was on the front page! His art is sooo beautiful I'm cryin ; ;

Phoebici said

April 04, 2019 06:18:44

Sylphide was on the front page, he looks so spooky! I got a screenshot if yo want it!

PachaMama said

January 20, 2019 03:52:44

i see your Naomi boy has given you many hatchlings. you will be happy to know i have other Naomi descends, including one that looks just like Naomi herself! she is sitting on a nest with 3 eggs right now. she is a 4th Gen. Queen is her name.