IntoTheStatic's Clan

Deep in the Starwood Strand, the remnants of a once great clan lie among overgrown branches and vines. The sleeping bodies of tundras, covered in moss and greenery, are littered about between holes and scorch marks on the ground. It looks like a great battle transpired here. In the distance, the sound of static emanates from the wood. Upon approaching the noise, a dark Snapper etched with runes and concealing his face with a paper mask comes into view. He sits beside a torn banner bearing the Arcane sigil. Behind him is a gap in reality, a tear in the fabric of the universe, and inside is endless static. If you ask what happened here, the only answer he gives is this.
“One upon a time, there was a clan of the Starfall Isles that sought to prove the Arcanist was the strongest of all the deities and would conquer Sornieth. The parents of the clan hatched a primal male, and he cast the two into a rift of static. He began to build his empire, training mage after tundra mage, fathering offspring, until another primal was born. Enfuriated, he cast this one into the static as well. However, the clan-maker found the primal-eye, and the two together trained their own army to retake the clan. Once they were strong enough, the rebellion attacked, and with a final burst of ancient magic, the primal-eye put both armies to sleep. At the end of it all, the usurper and his father disappeared into the static, forever to drift alone. The survivors left the clan, never to return, for a place they had been promised by a friend. Only one can say where they are now. That is all. Goodbye.”
He points to a large stone in the distance. It seems to have information carved into it. It looks quite old.
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We understand. We believe. We alone have the power to conquer the universe. We have seen you who watch among the stars. We have peered through the static, into the beyond, and seen a world not like our own. But, we do not sell our secrets for free... there is a price for everything in Sornieth. The question is... What are we willing to pay? The clan was lost. Magic lay untapped at every turn, yet our leader, SystemError, did nothing. We were plagued by Beastclans and starvation, riddled with disease and fraught with distress, yet our leader did nothing. Every opportunity, every chance we had to better ourselves in the great eyes of the Arcanist, our leader did nothing. Our family grew, and with it came more and more problems. Until one fateful day... Had the Arcanist known what would happen when he gifted our god with primal eyes? Runes etched into the very fur, nay down to the bone, enhancing his magical sight and giving him abilities we never could have dreamed of. Progenitor, we called him, a god stepping among us, directing us against our incompetent leader, rallying us against the Beastclans, driving us harder than ever until our food stocks were plentiful. He brought us to salvation, he made us strong, he is the reason our clan is still alive. And our old leader, SystemError? His mate was sent to the Arcanist for ideal punishment, while we cast our leader into the never-ending abyss of static void. He drifts very near the surface at times, and we still hear his calls to us... But he is not worthy.

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