Collectors

The Whispering Forest is an enchanted place. A place of spirits, and gods, and dangerous creatures that stalk the night. A place, of constant change; it never seems to remain the same for long as its trees and hills shift.

A place, that once one sets foot within the treeline,

They can never leave.


Long ago, two lost dragons found each other deep within the maze that was the enchanted forest.

They were afraid, but in each other they found safety, and comfort.

They were called Izan, and Ellipsis. Together, they trekked on until finding a small cave set into a cliffside. It was there, that they chose to settle.

Together, they found others like them—those who had lost themselves within the forest, or had been born within and could no longer find their way home. They started small, working together to dig out the caves to make them larger with each dragon they took in.

Those who joined tended to hold onto things, collect objects that were important to them.

Soon, they began to call themselves a clan.

Soon, outsiders deemed them “The Collectors,” and the clan decided to embrace the name.

The Collectors grew, and grew. Travelers found them to be welcoming, and willing to lend a nest for the night; traders found them eager to see their wares as they passed through, and happy to offer items, crafts, work, in return for something they couldn’t so easily get for themselves. Those who were lost, found themselves being offered a place to call home, while those who wished not to stay were sent on their way with food and a story to tell.

The clan became well-known within the Forest’s cursed mazes of trees.

They would quickly learn this was both a blessing, and a curse,

For while other dragons could find them for help, so too could the Forest’s spirits to attempt to strike them down.

Embra’s protective magic was tested to its limit,

Mao’s combat prowess to exhaustion,

Kaiju’s healing capabilities down to his last salves,

but they kept their heads high and did their best to survive.

Even as Ellipsis disappeared into the trees, claimed by the Forest to become a wanderer,

even as Izan fled after her to bring her back, never to be seen again,

even as more of their young hatched spirit-touched and the Forest whispered to them to follow,

the Collectors remained.

Darklight and Valor stepped in to fill the void in leadership, Embra took on apprentices to make their magic barriers that much stronger, the clan continued to stand strong.

A tale with a shaky beginning,

and an end that seems to near only to teeter off out of sight once more.

A story far from over.