Toothcan's Clan

Hidden in a calved ice sheet lay lairs of dragons.

In the domain's northwest, the Twisting Crescendo is a persistent haze, battering the waters and ice with blizzards and stinging wind. A small and primitive group of Tundras live simple lives in the calm innards, peeking out of crevasses and entrances covered in dragonmade snow wells. Below, giant wards slowly patrol the dark waters.

Plants are scrounged from nearby Arcane islands, or grown on submerged rope. Any fresh harvest is frozen or cured. Food is simple and nutritous, with indulgent meals left for the holidays (usually some form of coulibiac). The ice sheet is always being further carved. Most rooms are modest, except for the library, which holds Ice, Arcane, and Lightning literature.

With much of their effort spent on meeting the next sunrise, and newcomers so rare, what small reputation the clan has is of polite but distant rural folk. In part, because they barely remember those few they meet. While a known stereotype, it nonetheless gives the impression that their minds prioritize other matters.

A couple of the clan members are from established clans, long lineages, or different Flights. The clan cares for all its members, and expects all to pitch in. Their greatest skill is determing the stability and thickness of pack ice. Fall-throughs are infrequent.

The cold is comforting, the snow blanketing, the ice glittering, the wind howling.