TawnFeather's Clan

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The water dragons of the Sea of a Thousand Currents are oracles. They prefer to be as fluid as the waves and currents of the oceans. Of all the dragons, water dragons are the most mysterious, predicting the many futures that may come to pass, but revealing nothing of what they divine to outsiders. Shells and magic orbs are their favored treasures.

According to some sources, water dragons have the ability to breathe underwater as well as see the future. They can share this ability with other dragons if they so choose. The reigning god of the Water Flight is the Tidelord.

The Water Flight is located in the Sea of a Thousand Currents. The Sea is bordered by the Light, Plague, Wind, Shadow, Lightning, and Fire Flight territories. The land is separated into four parts: Tsunami Flats, Fishspine Reef, Leviathan Trench, and The Spiral Keep.







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A becalmed coastal stretch of shoals and giant tidal pools. Dragons occupy the pools, burrowing into the loamy sand shaping half-submerged underwater caves with their small, but growing magics. Sustenance, in the form of amphibious reptiles and fish, is abundant, Although seemingly a frontier, it is at these shores that the Water God is most able to protect his charges, employing tidal wave defenses to menance away aggressors.

The coral here roots deep into the dried marrow of gargantuan bones left behind from an ancient battle in a forgotten era. Whether these remains are of monstrous fish, dragons of yore, or something completely other, the Fishspine is crowded by lost history, sunken artifacts, and drowned spirits.

The deepest part of the world. The sea beneath the sea is a treacherous and savage place possessing of an unforgiving undertow and precious little light, Many wonders are said to exist here - more relics of prehistory - shrouded, even from the Tidelord's gaze, by a silty, unbroken twilight occupied by alien fish, and far worse. It is in the safety of the cliff faces that the flights dig their homes, and into the unknown that their bravest dare dive.

An immense conch, settled and pressed into the very bottom of the seabed. The pressure here is so intense, that the integrity of this mysterious structure is pressed to its limit, nearly imploding under the weight of the water churning overhead. Within this dreary coil, the Tidelord bellows and moans his prophecies, which are carried to the surface by way of billions of tiny bubbles.