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Frostlightles' Clan
Another one to The Slumber.
Clan Info
Clan Lore Trigger Warnings: Self Mutilation, Violence, Body Horror, and Death
~~~ The Isle ~~~
FR 0/+1
Outside the charted map of Sornieth are islands. None of them have names, few are inhabited, and only one is recognized. The notorious isle miles away from the continent is run by a dragon compelled by delusions of grandeur. Eggs and hatchlings are bought by the island in bulk. Those who leave to the front lines are masters of war. Those who stay have something special. They work to keep the island running and the Slumber filled.
My Stats:
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- Baldwin Level: 27 - Level 25's Trained: 5 - Emergency Sulfur: 4 - Psywurm collection: 320 - Lvl 10 Addiction: Incurable |
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About Me
Howdy! My username is Frostlightles, but you can call me Frost. She/her pronouns. I love writing stories and I have a soft spot for dragons! I don't remember how I ended up joining this game, but I'm pretty sure it had to do with Tumblr. I dabble in a bit of everything when it comes to creative stuff. When I'm not dealing with life or attempting at art, I'm playing this or a multitude of competitive games such as Valorant, Sea of Thieves, Helldivers 2, Team Fortress 2, Tetris, etc.
Now, onto the clan information. Wahooo!
This is an exalting lair. Any dragon I buy will usually become fodder unless I give them a bio. Any dragons in The Camp tab in the lair or The Slumber tabs in the hibden are 100% fodder. If you want one, pm me or send a CR with info. I may yeet them at you. (:
Most of my time in this game is spent brewing in baldwin, training fodder in the Coli while watching Youtube videos or Twitch, or stalking the Items For Sale forums.
Other than that, my Clan has lore. Take a gander if you'd like, and have a great day.
Lore
The Downfall of The Woven Ones
It started with a youngling who claimed to his hatchmates that they were special; that they were unique and powerful and deserved the world. It started with the ruination of a clan in the Rotrock Rim. It started when the leader, standing over carnage, took up the pieces of his greatest adversaries and affixed them to his flesh with enchanted twine. He warped into something great, powerful, and terrible. His followers, faithful to him and awestruck in what their leader had become, took up their own pieces and became his army. All warped into creatures neither dragon nor beast, the Terrible One proclaimed that they were The Woven Ones. With a cry for blood they set out to prove their power and take up the mantle as Sornieth's new age of Deities.
Clans fell before they could take up arms, and with the army’s enchanted thread were entwined into new soldiers of The Woven. Others flocked to the Woven One's side as The Terrible One promised glory, wealth, and freedom. With certain doom on the horizon Clans across Sornieth, both beast and dragon, set aside their differences to unite against their common enemy. They were the United Frontier. The final stand between The Woven Ones and the border of Dragonhome. The battle raged for months, but finally The United Frontier liberated the conquered Clans and whittled The Woven Ones down to their leader and a handful of his devout followers. They could not be bound or contained, and so, The Terrible One and his remaining army was exiled, cursed to never touch the land of Sornieth ever again.
Or so the story goes.
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