@Arra (I wrote it kinda like someone is telling the story)
Our clan started at the Starfall Isles, land of prophets and stargazers. Surprising, as now here we are at the Scarred Wasteland, the land of the harsh survivors. Nuca and her faithful mate Izak started our clan. The two were both fashioned by the Arcanist. He had great plans for the two favoured progens, teaching them about the ways of magic and space. Nuca learned, and learned, and learned. She was soon a formidable witch, possessing magic beyond compare. But her talents felt wasted, living among other scholars and dreamy dragons that gazed at the stars all day wasn't enough. Nuca decided to leave and go to the Wastelands, where her magic wouldn't be wasted. Izak faithfully followed, even though leaving all that had been given to them was like stabbing the Arcanist in the back. The two were fearless and came here, where they could use their wit, magic, battle skills, and ferocity to the full potential. They explored the lands, and eventually decided to settle right here, where you stand, on the plateau. You can't see them, but there are cave entrances all around us leading underground to where the rest of he clan is. Our clan is a bit skeptical towards strangers, and we have no need for anyone. We are like a family, loyal to one another to the very end. Yes, you've heard rumours about our ferocity and vicious-nature? Just because a clan has different dragons doesn't mean it has to be evil. That is our story, and we're proud of it!
Our clan started at the Starfall Isles, land of prophets and stargazers. Surprising, as now here we are at the Scarred Wasteland, the land of the harsh survivors. Nuca and her faithful mate Izak started our clan. The two were both fashioned by the Arcanist. He had great plans for the two favoured progens, teaching them about the ways of magic and space. Nuca learned, and learned, and learned. She was soon a formidable witch, possessing magic beyond compare. But her talents felt wasted, living among other scholars and dreamy dragons that gazed at the stars all day wasn't enough. Nuca decided to leave and go to the Wastelands, where her magic wouldn't be wasted. Izak faithfully followed, even though leaving all that had been given to them was like stabbing the Arcanist in the back. The two were fearless and came here, where they could use their wit, magic, battle skills, and ferocity to the full potential. They explored the lands, and eventually decided to settle right here, where you stand, on the plateau. You can't see them, but there are cave entrances all around us leading underground to where the rest of he clan is. Our clan is a bit skeptical towards strangers, and we have no need for anyone. We are like a family, loyal to one another to the very end. Yes, you've heard rumours about our ferocity and vicious-nature? Just because a clan has different dragons doesn't mean it has to be evil. That is our story, and we're proud of it!
