Nandalia's Clan

It all began sometime ago, after the first dwellers of this world began to move about. From the Gods rose an army known as the dragons. In one of the lands ruled by the Gods, the Land of Ice, is where my story began. The Reining God, the Icewarden, ruled over us and suddenly, one day, I joined his brood. I was just a small little thing back then, not sure of my place in the world, or even what was really going on. They told me this was my home.

I became accustomed to the ways of the Ice Dragons quickly. Then it happened, I was finally granted my own lair. It started in the Frigid Floes. It's not as expansive as it used to be. It's grown smaller due to warmer weather and those pesky Fire and Lightning dragons. But I pushed on, helping my kind, raising new generations. Before long my clan grew so large the Icewarden granded us a place in the Snowsquall Tundra where we've remained.

It may not be much, but this is our home. The home of the Ice Dragons. We are a strong, powerful brood, and we do not take kindly upon intruders. So tread lightly across the cold landscape, because you never know which step may be your last.

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