Shadowmaster01's Clan

In a clearing in the Tangled Woods a small white skydancer sits gathering herbs, her robes are blue and as she looks up she smiles kindly before a puff of purple smoke signals the arrival of something else.
"I am the Terror that flaps in the night! I am the gum that sticks to your foot! I am DarkWing Dragon! the leader of this lovely little clan." the guardian male declares smiling brightly.

"Darkwing, David leads the clan, you're the lead clown." the skydancer chimes in softly, amused.

"Ariana how lovely to see you." Darkwing grumbles, "Don't you have flowers to pick?" he asked.
"Herbs and that's what I was doing." Ariana replies, "But now I think I'll make sure you don't exaggerate about the clan."
"It's called creative license." Darkwing shot back.

Ariana shook her head in fond exasperation, she truly believed DarkWing was crazy.

"Welcome to Ethengar!" Darkwing crowed "Which happens to have the best and brightest dragons in all of Sorineth-"

"I don't know about that, Nela and Adorin from the Scarred Hallow are very bright." Ariana mused about the two Radioactive dragons.

"Yes well, Anyway! The clan boasts wonder warriors, loyal to the clan and many visitors from an allied clan." the guardian paused for a moment.

"Mainly a old bard." he admitted.

"There is nothing wrong with bards." Ariana laughed softly.

"Of course not! Bards tell the story of mighty Heroes, such as myself." he said slyly.

"Michael is a very mighty warrior and Hero, Dark." Ariana pointed out.

"Of course David and Michael are great heroes! I taught them everything they know!" Darkwing boasted.

"But Dark, David's a magic user and you can't even use a scroll properly." Ariana pointed out.

"I taught him everything he knows about leadership!" Darkwing huffed "After all aren't I a great leader and Hero?"

Ariana smiled patiently "Of course Darkwing." she replied deciding stroking his ego was a less rocky path.

Darkwing glared at the skydancer a moment as he bristled about being a lesser known hero than Michael the Red and several others in the clan who had farther reaching reputation than he did.

"Anyway the clan has many craft dragons in it and boast a wide variety of tradeable goods, our ranger is the best the clan has ever seen." Darkwing continued happily "Well I am a talented woodsdrak myself."

"The clan is very welcoming toward travelers looking for a place to rest the night and those looking for a new home. Just don't start fights, the walls don't need any more decorations." Darkwing said dryly.

"Being slammed into walls isn't decoration Darkwing, and doesn't that make the clan seem scary." Ariana admonished.

"Scary?! I fought a cleaning dragoness with horribly modified supplies and Michael the Red throwing some slob into a wall isn't Scary?!" Darkwing yelped.

"Continue Dark, we don't have time for me to explain what is wrong with that statement." Ariana sighed.

"The clan has only the most talented dragons in Sorineth to call upon for warriors, thieves, and rangers." Darkwing said proudly.

"They are very talented, but I'm sure there are others who are just as Talented." Ariana hummed in agreement.

"The clan is lead by David Palin the First and Michael Brayson, most just call him Michael the Red although he's navy and grey." Darkwing huffed.

"His Armor is red DarkWing, which is why he's called Michael the Red." Ariana said standing again.

"Where are you going?" DarkWing asked.

"Back to the clan, I've refreshed my herb supplies and have to prepare them now." Ariana said smiling.

"I'll escort you back to the clan; it is the job of a brave heroes after all!" Darkwing crowed.

"Of course Dark." Ariana smiled and rolled her eyes as they wandered back to the clan camp.