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Phyllomancy's Clan

There's no such thing as bad prophecy - WTNV

Venerable Lair

hidden within the

Hewn City

Clan Info

about phyllomancy

this is a lore clan

Haven't been on this site in years, trying to get back into it. I've got big lore plans and switched from Nature to Light.

Mantodea is my sister and peculiarcohort is my wife who I can't get to come back lmao.

The Wanderers

Everyone knows that something is wrong in the woods. There's something wrong with the plant life, the water. Flowers are growing black and shadows are growing longer. The Shade works it's magic, even in the cradle of life.

The Wanderers have driven their clan deeper and deeper, where the trees are nearly touch the sky, trunks so thick around that even ten spirals would be unable to encircle them. They perform tests and rites, collect samples and perform experiments to measure and understand the corruption. Over the years, the clan has grown and then shrunk, and then shrunk further still.

The woods have tightened, and their satchels have grown heavy with data. It's time to move on. It's time to go somewhere where other dragons might be able to help them unravel the mysteries they've acquired.

The trek from the deepest woods back to civilization was a rough one, and the clan split in the journey.

Some left for convents to serve the Gladekeeper in an attempt to cover up what they had seen in the dark, and others simply couldn't handle the ruggedness of the lifestyle Aurulent and Anwyn had pushed on everyone. They were loathe to admit it, but the long journey from the Shrieking Wilds to the Mirrorlight Promenade was easier with less dragons to feed and shelter.

They settled on the outskirts of the ruins, atop gentle grasses and among golden trees, and finally felt something like relaxation. Maybe the dragons who had left had been right, to abandon the endless wandering.

The clan grew, a variety of scholars and actors joining the cause. Anwyn's collection shade-twisted plants brokered much attention from the more studious atmosphere of light territory.

Emboldened by new recruits who weren't yet tired of the endless chase, they abandoned the gentle grasses and the golden trees for Hewn City, where the night never ends.