Vinelady's Clan

A mighty war broke o'er the land, and from its yawning maw of death and destruction flew just a few survivors. Dragons small and large, old and young, dragons all who had seen too much of fire and death.

The Beastclans had wrought their war upon the earth, shattering and burning everything in their wake, but they did not go uncontested. Every villain has their hero, and every war their victor, and though the Beastclans, in this fight, were no destroyed completely, did not crumble to the ground in ash and smoke, they did fly away a fewer and unhappier lot than when they arrived. And from the fire and smoldering earth, victorious, were the few heroes that stood to fight them, old and young, big and small, but brave all through, every one.

But what does one do after a fight? Does one wallow in the destruction, let the death, rotting shambles left of home overcome one? Does one sit on a self-built pedestal and proclaim oneself all powerful? No, one tries to rebuild, and these dragons, finding home in the Wispwillow Grove, are doing just that. They came for shelter, for a place where they could relax, be themselves, and recover their tragedy with simple games and friendship. And as time passed, as the few grew once more content in their life, more came to join them, and then more, and even more, until their lair was fairly overflowing, and no one could claim to be lonely, so surrounded by loved ones.

And that is this clan, and this is our lair.

Welcome.