Faranth

Faranth is the First Father of the clan, and all bow to his orders. But, as his duty is to protect, he let Jillith decide on everything in the Lair. He train the fledgings who want to hunt, making them stronger, but is at a loss when Magic came in the field. He has difficulties speaking with hatchlings, and prefer the company of his grown up children, but still loves all.

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Year 000 - Arcane Month
The Staircase is magnificient. My children are gone up its stairs already, where I cannot follow. It is the realm of the Arcanist, and whilst I share eyes with our God, it is not my duty to serve him. Jillith is besides herself, seeing our firstborn leave, but I am quiet. It is our way.

Year 001 - Nature Month
The Clan is fed and happy, blossoms and tree healthy, tall above our heads. I am content. Leaving our old Lair is a wound that is scarring faster than I hoped for. My children - for they are all my children - learn to grow flowers and to hunt under the benevolent eyes of our friends. I wish the War would stay away.

Year 001 - XXX Month
We have lost many, but we are victorious. Tales of the long Battle with Plague has reached us, and our Generals are coming home, wounded but alive. Our family mourn their young, mostly, but also my dear friend Anasa. Already her face is fading from my memory.

Year 001 - XXX Month
None were most surprised than Jillith and I when Roslyn came home, a young spiral flying by her side. A brother ? Of course he has been welcomed by all. Our clan is growing quickly, maybe quicker than it should. I no longer have the time to speak to everyone each day. It is good, though, to be kept occupied all day.


TBC
Year 004 - Light Month
Rumors of an Emperor have reached us. We are lucky to have good watchers, warriors and skilled mages aplenty, but I hope it will not come our way. We wait for a sign from our Godess to send our warriors out to kill the beast. It makes Persephone sad to hear the whispers, even if Bonsai put an end to those quick.

Year 004 - Shadow Month
Allied clans already hatched strange babies, so we were prepared for our first clutch. They behave no different from the others, and they show no signs of visual impairement. Jillith is protective of them, and she and Mage studies almost all day to understand the surge in Magic. It has been a long time since I thought of our old Lair in Arcane. Is it still empty ? Do Amalath's flowers still grow ?

Year 004 - Nocturne Month
No new nocturnes for us this time. I for one am relieved. The youngs tend to be shy and stressed, and they make so many mischiefs. We battled long in the Mire and other places and found many gifts to take back to the families. Another year has passed.

Year 005 - Light Month
An ancient race has come ashore - in our case, quite litterally. Gaolers are walking with us once more. They are quite unused to the sunshine and our scent - it offended Parfum greatly when they refered to her oils as "decadent superficial liquids" - but they means no harm. We have carved a simple lair into the cliff for the use of this couple. I think they will be of help in battles, and against the Shade.

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